Greatest Of All Legends-Chapter 650: Weakness I

The game soon settled into a back-and-forth of the ball.

The Uventus team made goal-scoring attempts every so-often to keep their opposition on their toes, but it was clear that there wasn’t much energy behind their efforts, after all, as far as they concerned, the game was as good as over.

However, for the Udinese team who wanted to reduce their goal difference, their efforts were more strenouous, especially since they were a man down.

Time and again, their every attack met the iron wall of the Uventus defense line and they could hardly threaten Sczesny with any of their attempts.

Despite managing to squeeze out five shots in the first half, only two were on target and neither of those two shots had even forced Sczesny to make a diving save.

After the second half began, the Udinese players who had faced a severe tongue lashing from their manager and made adjustments to their tactics became a bit more threatening on their attacks, but they still couldn’t score any goals up till the 70th minute.

At this point, the managers had started making substitutions. For the Uventus side, Pirlo started taking off his important players and started bringing on young players and other players who hadn’t been able to get much game time lately.

The Udinese manager tried to increase his team’s firepower by bringing on more attackers so that he could at least get one goal back, but the Uventus team still held strong against their efforts.

Jason was among the players who had been subbed off and after being subbed off, he was no longer paying attention to the ongoing game and was instead thinking about something else.

Today had been a good day in the office for Uventus despite the match not being over yet, however, for him, it had not been a good day.

He had been vastly ineffective going forward and that was a problem.

He had noticed since a few weeks ago that it was getting harder to keep pushing out the level of performances that had brought him this far.

’Is this as far as I go?’ he thought to himself with a deep sigh, closing his eyes.

His advantages after rebirth were, a younger body that had not been plagued by injuries, a mind filled with experiences and knowledge of a twenty year career, and time to merge those two things together.

From the start, he knew that he wasn’t some overly talented person who lived and breathed football despite his passion, hence he had focused on working hard instead.

It took him years to meld his experiences and knowledge into what he was today.

It didn’t just happen in one day, but rather, it was a collective increase. The problem was that it was slow... very slow.

This was exactly why he had avoided being a part of any academies early on.

Academies would constantly evaluate their wards’ performances and make evaluations on their talents with their information.

During the years he spent training, he tried to become the ideal winger who had amazing dribbling skills, top-notch passing skills, high game intelligence, and electrifying agility, however to anyone watching, he either came off as a showboating youth who was doing things that were way over his head.

And all this was because his talent was that low.

If he had joined an academy, he would have either ended up kicked out, written off, or forced to change his playing style because it would take him to long to learn what he wanted to learn... according to their standards.

If not for his passion for football, the consistent repeated training with very little improvements would have driven him crazy, or forced him to give up anyway.

However, he had steeled himself and kept going.

In the end, he was able to become something similar to the ideal player he had in mind.

He had good dribbling skills that were backed up by millions of repeated dribbling drills.

He had electrifying agility, which was his natural talent backed by countless agility-increasing drills.

His shooting ability was also very good and his lack of a weak foot made him a very versatile player, however, that was it.

His passing skills were not all that good. They were definitely passable, but they were nowhere near the level of a maestro.

His game intelligence was even worse and his spatial awareness was terrible. What he had been using to cover for it was his experience of watching countless matches and being part of many of them, along with a good memory to memorize players positions, however, this had a small weakness.

He could only work with what was in front of him or with what he knew to be behind him.

It didn’t sound like a weakness, but in reality, that was the trademark of an average player.

Football players who were called the greatest always seemed to have eyes in the back of their head.

This was why they could always be in the right places at the right time and they make maneuvers that no one ever saw coming.

Jason didn’t have a high spatial awareness ability and he instead covered it up by keeping the ball at his feet, which was why he usually preferred to dribble past an opponent by himself instead of bringing his teammates into play, making him sometimes seem like a selfish player.

Speaking from a general point of view, Jason’s current advantages and abilities were enough to sustain an above-average footballer, however Jason hadn’t been placed in a totally different timeline, undergoing the horrors of formal education a second time only to become an average footballer who had top level performances occasionally.

He wanted to become so good that people would think he was cheating.

So good that the occasional dope test became something he had to do after almost every game. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

However, that was beginning to look less likely with what was beginning to happen.

When he burst onto the football scene the previous year, his style of play had stunned his opponents and they had been at a loss on how to defend against him.

His snake-like agility and positional versatility had kept him out of opposition grasp and left them stumbling at his heels, but this was professional football, not Sunday League Football.

Professional teams had data analysts whose jobs all year round were to analyze opponents and find their weaknesses, and now, it seemed his weaknesses had been exposed.

The source of this c𝓸ntent is fr(e)𝒆novelkiss