Chinese champion

Chapter 3 Training
The next morning at six o'clock in the morning, the six of them were woken up by a rough knock on the door: "Get up! Get up! 10 minutes to get dressed, 10 minutes to wash up, and 20 minutes to gather on the playground!"

The person who knocked on the door was Lao Wang, the fitness coach, who was also called "Yan Wang" by the team members in private. Of course, the six newcomers didn't know this. Zhu Jun muttered while putting on his clothes: "What, what are you doing up so early? !"

"Yan Wang"'s eyes widened: "What? Who said that? Is it you?" He pointed at Zhu Jun: "You, run an extra 3000 meters later!"

Seeing Zhu Jun's stunned look, the five of them gloated and laughed together, and the voice of "Yan Wang" sounded again: "What are you laughing at, none of you can run away, let's run together later!"

The gloating faces of the five people immediately looked like bitter gourds. They put on their clothes listlessly, and after washing up, they came out of the dormitory together with "Yan Wang". "Yan Wang" began to issue orders: "Start now, follow me."

after an hour.

A group of seven people finally came to the playground, and He Jin greeted them: "Old Wang, why are you late today?"

"Yan Wang" replied: "They didn't wake up actively today, and I fined them three kilometers more."

"Oh," He Jin smiled: "So that's the case, boys, do you still have strength? Come quickly."

Six people came over, Pei Wei has always been good in physical strength, he is the most relaxed one, followed by Li Tong, Yao Le and Zhao Lin, Zhu Jun's face is a bit pale, physical strength has always been his weakness, running 6000 meters at once is really a challenge. It was a bit difficult for him, and the last one was Wu Qi panting with his tongue out, like a big bear.

He Jin slapped his hands: "Everyone is here, all return to the team, now start training!"

The six's first training session at the new school begins.

The first is to run laps under the leadership of "Yan Wang".

Then there are five sets of back and forth sprint training.

This was followed by passing and catching drills in groups of two.

Then dribbling, which requires continuous dribbling past a row of ten poles.

Wu Qi and another goalkeeper Zhang Kequn trained under the leadership of goalkeeper coach Lao Bai.

After three hours, I entered the last item of training: shooting training.

Wu Qi was the first to stand in front of the door.

Forward Li Chao stood in front of him.

Li Chao kicked the ball to the right, which was a half-high ball.

Wu Qi flew into the air and firmly grasped the ball with both hands.

He Jin nodded slightly, Wu Qi's body was very stretched in the air, and his landing posture was also very beautiful.

The second player to play was the third captain, He Wei, and another striker.

Also shot to the right, but the angle is much more tricky than Li Chao's shot, and it is an extremely fast grounder.

Wu Qi made a side attack, stretched his left hand as far as possible, even rubbed his fingertips when the ball was about to hit the net, changed the trajectory of the ball, hit the goal post with a "clang" and missed.

The next few players who shot failed to break through Wu Qi's ten-finger barrier, and there were a few who hit high. Even so, Wu Qi also showed his strength. After all, he did not concede a goal in 270 minutes in three games. Records don't come in vain.

Pei Wei came out, he smiled and glanced at Wu Qi, Wu Qi suddenly felt a little cold.

Pei Wei was silently muttering in his heart: "God, thank you for giving me this opportunity, my poor nose, I will avenge you!"

Pei Wei started to dribble the ball, and when he was approaching the penalty area line, he suddenly turned around and ran in the opposite direction with the ball.

Everyone on the field was a little dumbfounded, and Zhu Jun yelled loudly: "What are you doing, you ran the wrong way!"

Wu Qi's attention did not relax. He guessed that this kid might be playing tricks. Sure enough, at about 25 meters, Pei Wei flicked the ball sideways, turned around, and slammed his left foot towards the lower half of the football. , There was a loud "bang", and the football shot to the lower right corner of the goal very quickly!

Wu Qi only heard a sound, and the ball flew to the vicinity of the small penalty area. He couldn't help being taken aback, and hurriedly made a save action, kicked his feet, and rushed to his left with all his strength.

In the end, he still missed it. When Wu Qi was only half down, the football had already rushed into the net at an extremely fast speed.

Wu Qi lay on the ground, looking back blankly at the football in the net.

"It's so fast, although I'm a little distracted, but even if I catch the ball at this speed, can I catch it steadily?"

Pei Wei shook his fist vigorously, only then did the other team members watching the match exclaim "Oh".

The next shot was Zhu Jun.

He took the ball and slowly brought it to the left corner of the penalty area. Wu Qi's attention was all focused on him, and his body slowly turned to the left.

Zhu Jun shot, his right ankle flicked, the ball was not fast, but it suddenly drew an inner arc in the air, around Wu Qi's fingertips and rushed into the net.

The shooting was still going on, but He Jin didn't look at it anymore. He came to Lao Zhao's side and asked, "Has their sprint speed been counted?"

Old Zhao handed over a piece of paper: "Look, it's all on it, don't be surprised after reading it."

He Jin smiled: "What's the surprise?"

Then he was really surprised: "Pei Wei's 11-meter speed is 7 seconds? Zhu Jun's 11-meter speed is 8 seconds?" He raised his chin, "They are only 13 years old. What a seedling."

Old Zhao smiled wryly: "You know why I want you not to be surprised?"

"Aren't you surprised?" He Jin exclaimed, "With Pei Wei's fast speed, combined with his shooting power, as well as his wonderful pass when I watched him in the game, and his scheduling ability in the midfield, If you let him grow up, my God, what kind of football monster will this be? And this Zhu Jun, you can see his control of the ball from the way he shot just now, if he is at high speed If the passing of the dribble has such precision, then he is the next George Best! Lao Zhao, God has treated us well. The quality of this group of players has reached a high level. We must They have been cultivated, and I want to train an invincible team in China! In the future, they will definitely surprise the world!"

(End of this chapter)