The movie “Braveheart” starring Mel Gibson is Pavel Nedvěd’s favorite movie.
Pavel Nedvěd, just like the protagonist in the movie, is the toughest warrior on his respective battlefield.
There is no retreat in his dictionary, only unyielding courage and a desire for victory.
“I fight, I exist,” that is Pavel Nedvěd.
This is also the player Rolin admires the most.
In 2001, Juventus signed the Czech to replace Zidane for 45 million Euros.
Due to his slump in the first half of the season, he was mocked by the media as the “Worst Successor in History”.
However, Pavel Nedvěd fiercely slapped everyone in the face with two League titles and one Ballon d’Or.
In the 2003 Champions League final, if Pavel Nedvěd hadn’t been suspended due to accumulated yellow cards, who would have emerged victorious remained unknown.
During his time at Lazio, Pavel Nedvěd mainly played as a left winger and left midfielder, possessing extreme aggressiveness along with abilities in dribbling, crossing, and late runs into the box to score.
During his time at Juventus, Pavel Nedvěd was transformed by Lippi into a versatile B2B midfielder with extraordinary running ability and massive coverage.
By 2003, he had completely shaped into an attacking free-roam player, serving as the core hub for the team’s transition from offense to defense.
Depending on the needs of the match, he could competently play as an attacking midfielder, both left and right flanks, or even temporarily drop back to play as a defensive midfielder.
Of course, his most dazzling performances were still in the midfield and attacking midfielder positions.
Rolin let out a breath with a smile, opening his attribute panel full of anticipation.
He wanted to see what level he was actually at after fusing with Pavel Nedvěd’s template.
[Name]: Rolin Bachmann [Nationality]: Germany [Age]: 18 years old [Height]: 182cm [Weight]: 78kg [Left and Right Foot Proficiency]: Balanced left and right feet, no weak foot Physical Attributes [Stamina]: 95 [Speed]: 92 [Explosiveness]: 90 [Balance]: 88 [Jumping]: 82 [Foot Power]: 92 [Physical Contact]: 85 Football Skills [Ball Control]: 78 [Dribbling]: 75 [Shooting]: 78 [Heading]: 65 [Low Pass]: 78 [Lofted Pass]: 76 [Defending]: 75 [Tackling]: 72 [Football IQ]: 90 [Set Pieces]: 70 [Curve]: 70 [Overall Evaluation]: 80 “Hiss…” Seeing his own attribute panel, Rolin sucked in a cold breath.
Good lord, this panel is way too strong; he’s completely taken off this time.
In terms of physical attributes, it combines strength and flexibility, and his physical contact ability is also top-notch.
The most important thing is stamina, which will definitely allow him to run wildly on the pitch for 90 minutes.
But thinking about it, he felt relieved; after all, his template is Pavel Nedvěd, a man known as the “Iron Man”.
In terms of football skills, he clearly failed to fully inherit Pavel Nedvěd’s abilities.
The biggest reason is that he himself was too weak to begin with.
At his peak, Pavel Nedvěd’s abilities in shooting, passing, and others could definitely exceed 90.
However, he is only 18 years old now and still has a lot of room for improvement.
With his current abilities, playing a U19 match couldn’t be easier; he can definitely dominate the whole pitch.
Rolin suddenly slapped his own forehead; he had overlooked an extremely crucial point.
He has the no-weak-foot trait, which is also inherited from Pavel Nedvěd.
Don’t underestimate this point; having no weak foot is quite important on the pitch.
In intense matches, opportunities are fleeting.
Having no weak foot can allow him to better seize opportunities and complete shots or passes.
The no-weak-foot trait also allows him to play multiple positions on the pitch, providing more choices for the coach’s tactical arrangements.
A loud whistle interrupted Rolin’s thoughts as Beierlorzer ended today’s training.
Rolin also got up and walked onto the pitch to listen to the head coach’s speech.
“Lads, there are only three months left until the League starts, and I think you know what this means.” Beierlorzer looked around and said in a serious tone.
They certainly knew what this meant.
There are more than 40 people standing on the pitch right now, and when August comes, only 22 people can stay.
Competitive sports are cruel, especially for youth training players.
U19 is the last stop of youth training.
Among these age-eligible players, those who can get professional contracts to stay on the team are often only one or two people.
The remaining people will either go play in the 3.
Liga and regional Leagues, go play for another club’s U23s, or pack up and go home.
Three months later, half of these 40-odd people will bid farewell to the pitch.
Beierlorzer clapped his hands, attracting the attention of all the players.
“Cheer up, don’t be so downcast!” “What I need are high-spirited warriors, not hesitating cowards.” “For the next period of time, bring out your best form.” — Rolin was a bit distracted; he didn’t hear a single word of what Beierlorzer said afterwards.
With his current strength, let alone playing youth Leagues, playing in the Bundesliga is not a problem at all.
Twenty minutes later, Beierlorzer finally ended his speech, and today’s training came to an end.
When leaving, Beierlorzer even showed some concern for him, making him a little touched.
Looking at the setting sun on the horizon, Rolin packed his things and walked slowly towards the outside of the base.
He was a native of RB Leipzig, and his home was very close to the training base, so there was no need to live in the base dormitory.
Rolin was in a very good mood, whistling as he walked.
From afar, he saw his old man leaning against the car making a phone call, and his eyes suddenly felt warm.
Rolin walked over quietly, then stood still behind Lucas.
Lucas had just finished his call, and the moment he turned around, he saw a face, scaring him so much that he almost threw his phone away.
“Alter!
Why didn’t you make any sound when walking, you scared me to death!” Lucas raised his foot as he spoke, and Rolin ran away with a smile.
Discretion is the better part of valor!
“Dad, I was wrong, okay?
Next time I’ll definitely make some noise.” Rolin slid into the car and said with a smile, “I’m a bit hungry, let’s hurry home!” Lucas glared at him angrily and turned to get into the car as well.
“Dad, if one day I step onto the Bundesliga pitch, will you be proud of me?” “Son, even if you don’t play professionally, you are still our pride!” “Dad, if I can play for Germany, would you be very happy?” “Heh, of course I’d be happy!
By then, our whole family will go support you.” “I want to eat the braised pork ribs my mom made, and the roasted pork knuckle you grilled.” “Didn’t we just eat that the day before yesterday?
You are now a professional academy athlete, you have to control your diet.” “You’re right, today’s training volume was a bit large, I feel hollowed out and need to nourish myself.” “…Sigh, fine, but I still want to remind you that since you chose to walk the path of a professional, you must strictly control your diet!” “Okay, I know, Dad, won’t happen again!” Rolin happily took out his phone and dialed home.
“Mom, Dad and I are on the way, could you trouble yourself to stew some more ribs, hehe…” From the other end of the phone came his mother’s gentle voice: “If you want to eat it, Mom will make it for you.
My son has indeed been working hard in training recently, so we need to properly nourish him.”