"Come out! Come out!"
"Kanna... have you seen Kubo?"
"He doesn't seem to be in the team..."
In front of the player tunnel exit.
The members of the women's group are welcoming the players to the field!
"I didn't see him..."
Kanna Hashimoto stood on tiptoe and looked at the players of the two teams coming out of the player tunnel.
Then she turned her head and glanced at the disappointed girls.
She was also a little surprised!
Although she only heard about a series of miraculous rumors about Kubo in Japan.
But since he is known as the "Eastern Messi"...
His strength should be very strong, right?
But now it seems...
Looks like he didn't even make it as a starter...
"What! Kubo is such a strong player, their coach didn't let him start?"
A girl from Japan said dissatisfiedly, "Isn't it because... the coach here discriminates against Asians, so Kubo wasn't allowed to start?"
After the voice fell, the atmosphere became a little delicate.
"But... that player over there seems to be Asian..."
Kanna Hashimoto's eyes lit up, and she quickly gestured to the girl beside her.
Her gaze also subconsciously stayed on that tall figure!
The girls followed her gaze, and each of them was stunned in place.
"Look at the big screen in the stadium! It's the starting lineup for the game! The top row!"
"Gyökeres, Viktor? Viktor Gyökeres? It's really a foreign name!"
"Oh my God! Who is he? Didn't our domestic media say that Kubo is the number one genius in Asia??"
"It seems... Kubo is not as powerful as the rumors say..."
"This name should be from Poland or Argentina... Then he must be a player from Poland. After all, the level of football in his country is supposedly low..."
"There is Lewandowski in Poland, and a new genius has appeared... How ruthless!"
.....
The press box not far away.
When seeing the starting list.
Anna was also stunned!
She was not surprised that Kubo did not start.
After all, this game is the national derby of the second division!
The quality is bursting!
It is not easy for a young player to get the starting qualification!
But when she saw Viktor's name appeared...
"I knew that there must be something hidden in that matter!"
Anna pouted.
A teenager who can make his debut in the focus battle of the Segunda División!
How could he be the heinous image described by the Football Association?
It is even more impossible to be the so-called ignorant player who just wants to return home to make money!
You have to know.
Even the Segunda División, the second tier of Spain.
The level is also much higher than that of the domestic league!
To be able to start in the second division, and the opponent is Real Madrid Castilla!
At least the strength of this player is absolutely worthy of recognition!
And at this very moment.
The netizens in the Polish live broadcast room had already exploded!
— [Viktor Gyökeres starting? Ah?? Are you right?]
— [I can understand! Just look at the recent performance of the Barcelona B team! Compared to Real Madrid, it's a mess! Apparently their coach is desperate!]
— [For eyeballs? Or do they know that this game will be broadcast live in Poland, so it's just a way to please our audience?]
— [The Polish Trash! It can only be said that he had impressed the coach of Barcelona! A player who was expelled from the national team system, how can he have the strength to start the national derby?]
…
"Don't cross the line! Back off!"
On the pitch.
The referee yelled at Adama Traoré, who was bouncing up and down near the halfway line.
The muscular Traoré looked embarrassed and obediently retreated to his position behind the center line.
Players of the two teams who have completed the pre-match ceremony.
With the center line as the dividing line, they stood in their respective positions!
As the center-forward of the Barcelona B team.
Viktor, who was waiting for the kick-off near the middle circle, naturally didn't know that, just for a while, there were already discussions on the sidelines and off the court because of him!
"Hey, do you know the kid across the way? Why don't I have any impression of him? Does Barcelona have someone like this?"
Across the halfway line, Jesé Rodríguez whispered to Morata beside him.
Pointing at Viktor not far away.
"If you don't have any impression, how could I know?"
Morata rolled his eyes, "I only joined Castilla last year!"
"Hey, that's really strange, an unknown player can also serve as Barcelona's starting center..."
Jesé sneered and said, "Sacristán, this stubborn old man, is really at the end of his strength, and he has to go to the doctor in a hurry!"
"Next season, the Barcelona B team may not have him! We will never see this old guy again!"
Vázquez, who was not far away, also came over: "Actually, he couldn't see us! After all, we will be promoted to the first team next season!"
Jesé nodded approvingly: "Let's do a good job in this game and try to score at least three past them! It's the perfect end to our Castilla career!"