Just Like Messi!

At the edge of the training ground, Rosell was chatting with Enrique.

"Guardiola is gone. Vilanova will take over the team next season, but Vilanova isn't in very good health. He probably won't last long."

Rosell's gaze swept across the young players training on the youth pitch as he casually spoke to Enrique, the youth team coach.

Promoting talent and coaches from the youth ranks had always been a Barca tradition. As the head coach of Barca's youth team, Enrique had a very good chance of becoming the first-team coach.

Enrique's eyes lit up when he heard those words, and he could barely suppress his excitement.

Barca was one of the most successful and strongest clubs in world football.

For a young coach like him, managing such a top-tier team was simply a dream come true.

Especially for a coach like him, one with such a deep Barca imprint. If he went to coach another team, he might not achieve good results.

Enrique had left Barca before, but his coaching stint in Serie A had not gone smoothly.

After a failed season at Roma, he was sacked and had no choice but to return to Barca.

It just so happened that Guardiola resigned and left shortly after Enrique returned, giving him hope.

He had heard that the club intended to choose either him or Martino as its head coach.

Vilanova was destined to be only a transitional head coach and would not remain in the position for long.

Therefore, as long as he could defeat Martino, the Barca head coach position would be his for the taking.

And if he wanted to beat Martino in the competition, gaining the club president's support was crucial.

"Mr. President, don't worry. I'll do everything I can to cooperate with your work!"

Enrique reacted quickly. Upon hearing Rosell's hint, he immediately expressed his loyalty.

For him, as long as he spent a few years as Barca's head coach and achieved some respectable results,

he would have an impressive record of managing a Giant Club, which would be enormously helpful when looking for work in the future.

If he could lead Barca to a Champions League title, he might even surpass Guardiola and become a legendary young coach of the new generation!

At that thought, Enrique's gaze toward Rosell became fervent.

"Mm, very good, Luiz. I knew I hadn't misjudged you!"

Rosell nodded in satisfaction, then said casually,

"I heard there's a young player in the youth ranks who has close ties with Guardiola. Is that true?"

Enrique hurriedly nodded and pointed at Lin Quan, who was training on the pitch.

"Yes. That young player in the number four shirt is Guardiola's adopted son!"

"Oh, so that's how it is."

Rosell nodded lightly and gave the order in an offhand manner.

"Since Guardiola is no longer at the club, get rid of that player who got in through his connections. Barca has no need for players like that!"

Enrique opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he remained silent.

Although he wanted to put in a good word for Lin Quan, the boy was quite capable and not some player who had gotten in through connections.

With his ability, establishing himself in Barca's youth team would not be a problem at all.

But the club president disliked him. More precisely, the president disliked Guardiola.

And since he and Guardiola were adoptive father and son, he could hardly blame anyone for being caught in the crossfire.

"Yes, Mr. President. I know what to do!"

Rosell nodded and agreed to handle the matter.

"Handle it nicely. I don't want people gossiping!"

Rosell patted him on the shoulder, left those words behind, and walked away.

Enrique watched his retreating back and could not help cursing inwardly.

Guardiola had only just left, and the club was already going to drive out his adopted son.

If word of this got out, the repercussions would be terrible.

And as the person handling the whole affair, if he did not deal with it properly, he might end up taking the blame.

So how could he carry out the club president's orders without being blamed and criticized?

He quickly came up with a solution!

He could loan Lin Quan out to a weaker team and let him play first-team matches.

As long as Lin Quan could not establish himself in the first team, Barca could use that as an excuse to terminate his contract.

Then no one could say anything. After all, if he could not establish himself even at a small club like that, how could he possibly establish himself at a top Giant Club like Barca?

That way, even if Lin Quan was cleared out, Enrique would not be criticized.

Thinking of this, Enrique could not help feeling pleased with his own cleverness.

As expected of me!

He then waved over assistant coach Jordi Branca and asked,

"Branca, where are the loan applications submitted by the other teams?"

"They're in your office!"

"Mm, good. Keep an eye on things here. I'll be right back!"

Enrique left immediately after saying that.

Just as he turned and walked away, Lin Quan completed a brilliant dribble down the flank.

Because he had been placed on the substitute side, Lin Quan was facing the youth team's starting defensive lineup.

Everyone had played together before, so the youth team players knew Lin Quan's characteristics very well.

He was not physically strong, and his ability to withstand challenges was poor.

So when defending him, they could press aggressively and use physical contact to stop his advance, even steal the ball directly.

Whenever opponents had done this in the past, Lin Quan would immediately pass the ball away, reducing the time he spent in possession and denying them the chance to challenge him physically.

He was a deep-lying playmaker. As long as he had sufficiently excellent passing and ball control, outstanding awareness and vision,

along with some ability to intercept, that was enough.

Expecting him to dribble past players like a winger was not particularly realistic.

But today, when he received his teammate's pass, he almost instinctively nudged the ball outward with the outside of his foot. At the same time, he dipped his right shoulder, feinting as if he were about to break down the right touchline.

Raphinha, who was marking him, froze for a moment, because it was a common move used by wingers breaking past opponents on the outside.

Was Lin Quan planning to get past him?

Raphinha immediately stopped and shifted sideways, intending to block his path and squeeze him out over the touchline.

But just as he made his move, Lin Quan instantly cut the ball inside, and the ball slid past Raphinha's right side.

With the ball right beside his right foot, Raphinha almost instinctively stretched out his leg, trying to stop it.

But he forgot that his body was moving sideways. The moment he lifted his right foot, his body twisted awkwardly, and he crashed to the ground with a slap.

Lin Quan and the ball smoothly completed the breakthrough down the flank.

Whoosh!

When Lin Quan sent Raphinha stumbling, every player on the pitch, including the coaches by the sidelines, froze.

The same feeling arose in all their minds:

Why did Lin Quan's style of play feel exactly like Messi's?