Fox in the Penalty Area Chapter 234

Zhao Kangming once again met Wang Guangwei on the side of the training court. The latter had returned to Jincheng from the capital. He had a rest for the night and took part in the team's training with other teammates the next morning.

But Zhao Kangming still prepared a targeted training plan for the players who participated in the national team competition.

Mainly restorative training. In order to allow them to adjust their physical condition, the training intensity is not high.

After the training, Wang Guangwei took the initiative to find the head coach Zhao Kangming: "Guide Zhao, I have a request..."

"What's the matter?" Zhao Kangming looked at the young man in front of him with a smile.

"I want to... let the team arrange targeted strength training for me to improve my physical confrontation ability."

Zhao Kangming was a little surprised: "Your physical resistance is not bad..."

But he quickly realized what had happened: "Did you feel that the physical confrontation was not very good after the players from Europe and France and Ukraine played against each other? But I think you performed well in the game..."

Wang Guangwei shook his head: "It's not Director Zhao. I want to prepare for the World Cup. We will meet Russia. I don't want to be blown by Romanov in the game."

"This..." Zhao Kangming didn't expect Wang Guangwei to think of this.

However, after the initial accident, he had to admit that Wang Guangwei's concerns were very reasonable.

Whether it is Yao Huasheng, Wang Guangwei, or even Mao Junzheng, they are not considered thin among Chinese players, and their physical confrontation ability is not bad in China. However, it is still not enough to face the "Terror Ivan" Romanov. Of course, there are not many people in the world who can face the northern giant bear at its peak... Fortunately now Romanov's has clearly begun to go downhill, otherwise Zhao Kangming will persuade Wang Guangwei to dispel his thoughts.

The match against Russia is indeed a key battle for the Chinese team in the World Cup group stage. If the Chinese team's defense cannot defend Romanov, it will be in great trouble.

Thinking of this, Zhao Kangming nodded: “It's good for you to have this idea. It means that you are really playing with your brain. I will ask Coach Sun to develop a strength training plan that suits you. I will try to keep you out of the World Cup. Will easily lose to Romanov."

Wang Guangwei smiled again on his face: "Thank you Zhao for guidance, then I will go back first."

Zhao Kangming nodded and watched Wang Guangwei leave the training ground.

"Star, how about it? Going to Europe to play two games this time, what's your experience?"

Jorge Dillon looked at Chen Xingyi in front of him with his arms around his chest, and communicated directly with him in English.

The interpreter Yu Jintao stood by and listened, but did not interrupt.

"Uh...they have a very fast pace on the court, even faster than the crown." Chen Xingyi also tried to answer the head coach's questions in English. "There is a chance. If I am in the league, I have about five seconds to handle the ball. But against them, I may only have three to two seconds... Many times I even subconsciously. I didn't use my brain to think..."

After listening to Chen Xingyi's words, Dillon nodded: "You are right, Xing. It seems that you really feel something different. Fast pace is a big difference between European football and Chinese football, and it is also a decision. The important reason why you can't win the European team. But I watched the live broadcast of the match and your performance is still pretty good..."

Chen Xingyi grinned: "This is all the coach, you teach well!"

Dillon laughed and patted Chen Xingyi's shoulder hard: "Okay, let's train!"

Chen Xingyi came to the training field, and his teammates also finished their rest and got up and walked into the training field.

Under the leadership of the assistant coach, the team started offensive training in a small area. In an area of the size of the penalty area, when facing the defender, the offensive team is forced to limit each person to a maximum of two touches: one catch The ball, one pass. Then finally you have to score the football goal.

Strictly limiting the number of touches of the offensive team is to speed up the tempo and reduce unnecessary adjustments by the players, forcing them to make the right choice in a very short time and get rid of the slow pace of the past.

For Dashun Golden Arrow players, this can be regarded as daily training.

Similar requirements are also reflected in other training programs.

After Dillon's training, Dashun Golden Arrow's performance in the league has indeed undergone a different change.

Of course, the biggest change is still young players like Chen Xingyi. They are still young after all, and it is much easier to get rid of the bad problems that they used to play in the past than the old players.

Chen Xingyi, who is now undergoing training, seems very handy.

Dillon said to the translator Yu Jintao beside him: "From your perspective, the speed of stars is obviously faster than that of others."

Yu Jintao nodded in agreement: "Indeed, among all the players who received training, Chen Xingyi has made the fastest and greatest progress."

"The talent of genius is not only shown in the technical movements of taking the ball on the court, but also in the speed with which he learns new things." Dillon is obviously very satisfied with his proud disciple.

"But the progress he can make in China is basically over. The overall level of the Super League is still very low. It is impossible for him to make any further progress in this low-level league. He still has to go out. Wait until the World Cup is finished. , I will have a good talk with him, if he wants to go out, I am willing to help him contact, you must know that I have many friends in Italy and Spain..."

Jorge Dillon looked at Chen Xingyi's clever figure and said.

"Zhiyuan, are you in contact with Westin Athletics in Europe?"

"No, Old Uncle Qiu, where can I take care of it? What's wrong, what did Old Meyer say?"

"He didn't say anything, he said that you played too little time, and continue to observe."

"Observe..." Lin Zhiyuan curled his lips, appearing nonchalantly.

"What are the gains of this European training?"

"Just think...I still have the ability to gain a foothold in Europe. In the match against Ukraine, Cortina shot like crazy in the end, and I all shot out. So I have the strength. Of course, the premise is Europe. People don't look at me wearing colored glasses. Old Uncle Qiu, you know, so far, in all the teams in the top five European leagues, the main goalkeepers are white."

The situation mentioned by Lin Zhiyuan does exist, and many people would not care if this situation is not mentioned. But once I know it, the first reaction is incredible-there are 98 teams in the five major European leagues, how can there not even be a non-white main goalkeeper?

When people look at the lineup of each team, they will find that it is really the case.

Does this mean some kind of discrimination?

Hard to say. Because of the lack of conclusive evidence, deciding who can start and who cannot start more depends on the strength, not the skin color.

But this phenomenon does exist objectively.

Although not all white goalkeepers used to be the case, black goalkeepers are also very few. As for the yellow race as the main goalkeeper, let alone now, it has never appeared in European football in history.

Qiu Xinrong knows this, and he can't control what the European teams do. The only thing he can do is to comfort Lin Zhiyuan and let him not worry: "You don't have to care too much about this..."

"Of course I should care, Old Uncle Qiu! What a great opportunity this is!"

"Ah? Good? What's so good?" Qiu Xinrong didn't react.

"Because if I can be the main goalkeeper in the five major leagues, can't I make history? Not only the history of Chinese players, but also the history of the yellow race! Just like Liu Feixiang back then, Old Uncle Qiu Isn't that the **** exploded?" Lin Zhiyuan pointed at himself with his thumb and raised his head proudly.

What he referred to as "Liu Feixiang" was the first yellow race athlete in history to break the monopoly of European and American players on the championship of straight sprint events. He is a hero in the history of Chinese sports and Asian sports.

Obviously, Lin Zhiyuan wants to become the "Liu Feixiang" of Chinese football.

"You kid..." Qiu Xinrong just reacted. He shouldn't worry about Lin Zhiyuan at all, and want to comfort him... Is he someone who needs his own comfort? !

"All right, it is always good to have a dream..."

Luo Kai carried a backpack ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and stood outside the locker room of the training base.

He stretched out his hand to grab the doorknob, and then took a few deep breaths. It seemed that he finally made up his mind. Then he unscrewed the handle suddenly and pushed the door in.

When he opened the door and went in, he noticed several eyes shooting at him.

This made the words he was about to say stuck in his throat again.

A few glances saw him and then quickly retracted it. Oh, here is the only Chinese in the team. He has a dull personality and is not talkative...Everyone is used to such a taciturn Chinese teammate, so it doesn't matter if he sees him.

Those retracted gazes touched Luo Kai.

Because every time he came to the team for training, he could see such a scene-opened the door, everyone took a look at him, and then pulled back and did their own things. But he came to his seat alone, listened to the music and began to change clothes, after he changed his clothes, he sat on a stool and swiped his phone.

He is like an invisible person who is invisible to everyone. Of course, he also hopes that no one can see him, so it is best not to disturb him.

In this way, he does not need to communicate with his teammates, and does not have to engage in the frightening "ineffective social interaction"...

It seems the same today.

But when Luo Kai was secretly relieved in his heart, he remembered the courage he had finally gathered outside the door.

Not reconciled again.

Why can Hulai do it, I can't?

Thinking of this, Luo Kai took a deep breath, stood at the door, and said loudly in Dutch: "Hi, good morning everyone!"

Now the teammates in the locker room who bowed their heads and withdrew their gazes to continue doing their own things raised their heads, cast their gazes again, and looked at the Chinese teammates in front of them in surprise.

Chapter end

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