Chapter 50 Individual Training

Chapter 50 Individual Training

**4:56 pm**

Jason sat on the sidelines with a water bottle in his mouth as he reminisced on the earlier training session.

Most people watching the session would have thought that he was tearing up the pitch with his electrifying runs and nifty dribbling skills, but Jason who would have been the focus of their attention knew that immediately after the first run when he had managed to get through the first team's players easily because they had their guard down, doing it again had gotten a lot harder.

It wasn't to the point that it became impossible, but it got a lot harder than he expected and was especially physically demanding and Jason who thought he had put in enough work on stamina-building exercises ever since he woke up in this reality found himself wheezing because of the physical exertion he had to put himself through to get past the players.

Inevitably, his efficiency dropped the more tired he got until it reached the point where he didn't even bother dribbling past players because he knew that with how tired he was, he'd lose the ball immediately, so he opted for the nearest pass instead.

'This is quite troublesome,' he thought to himself.

This was his first time against players of such a high level of standard, yet he felt like he could hardly keep up the moment they had their guards up against him.

What was to be noted was that this was a training match and the players were keeping their aggressiveness in check so it would be a lot worse if he was in an actual match.

He may not even be able to get past them at all.

Granted, the FC Porto team was at the top of the food chain in the Portuguese Primera Liga, so most of the other teams weren't at the same level in terms of players ability or skills, but he had to remember that the Portuguese league wasn't even one of the top five leagues in Europe.

"Start!" he called while pressing on the stopwatch in his hand to begin a timer while Jason charged into the cones with the ball, dodging and weaving through the cones like his life depended on it.

He did a few back-and-forth laps of the course and only stopped when he felt like he couldn't move his legs at a quick enough pace anymore.

"I'm done," he managed to say as he let himself fall to the floor, his legs no longer feeling like they could support his weight.

"Okay, I'm guessing we're done for today?" Roberto asked as he clicked on the button that stopped the stopwatch and held out an electric hand-held massager* to Jason.

"Yeah, we're done," Jason breathed out as he collected the electric hand-held massager and put it on before holding it to his thighs, the ball-shaped spinning end of the massager giving a bit of relief to his tense and tired muscles.

"I admire your work ethic, but remember that you shouldn't push yourself too much even in training as that can cause muscle exhaustion that may lead to injuries," Roberto said, his eyes on the tired-looking Jason who slowly moved the hand-held massager up and down the full length of his legs.

"I'll take your words to heart coach," Jason replied with a glance at the fitness coach.

He also knew the risks that overtraining brought if it was not carefully, and he was all for avoiding the risks, but the benefits that the extra training would bring him could not be skimmed over as well so it was up to him to find the correct balance between training and resting.

With these thoughts, he continued massaging his legs while Roberto had some staff pack up the cones and other stuff used for training.

Soon enough, he was on his feet and walked towards the locker rooms where he wanted to put down his training equipment and have a bath and change.

He remembered to grab the bag he had brought with him and dragged it along on his shoulders to the shower rooms.