football career from scratch

The house Zhao Yang rented was naturally not bad—this group of people basically rented houses outside the school, not because they had to do something else, but sometimes, it would be convenient to have a place to stay outside a little.

Like this time.

Zhao Yang wanted to find a secret place to discuss, what could be more convenient than the house he rented?
However, although the house that Zhao Yang rented was not bad, it didn't quite match his net worth. He rented a two-bedroom house in a relatively high-end neighborhood near the school. Surprised, although compared with his rented house, this house is more than ten times better, but it is still not a particularly good tenant.

"I still live in the school most of the time and rarely come out, so I just rent one." Zhao Yang explained to Bu Qingyun.

Bu Qingyun nodded.

Fortunately, the total area of ​​the house is not very large, and the living room is still very large, so even though there are six or seven people who come here, they can all sit down.

Jian Zhao also came over—not that she wanted to come, but was pulled over by Luo Xiaoshan, and the reason was ready—"I'm a girl and I'm afraid to go to the boys' room!"

After sitting down, Zhao Yang took out a few bottles of drinks from the refrigerator and handed them to the guests one by one. Although he seemed very anxious when he was in the classroom just now, he also showed good energy-raising skills at this time, which made Jian Zhao Nodding secretly, this Zhao Yang is indeed the second generation who, like himself, has gradually participated in the group's operations since he was a teenager. He is by no means a dude.

Bu Qingyun didn't ask for a drink, but only took a bottle of mineral water. After opening it, he drank it without a sip. He lay on the sofa and almost slipped to the ground. Compared with the famous Uncle Ge, he was nothing. Don't give in too much.

Zhao Yang didn't care. If he was really going to be angry, what happened in the past few days would have already pissed him off. Seeing that Bu Qingyun drank most of the bottle of mineral water slowly before putting down the bottle, Zhao Yang asked, "Bu Qingyun, what you just said..."

Bu Qingyun looked up at Jian Zhao, Jian Zhao frowned slightly, and said nothing, Zhao Yang immediately said: "Jian Zhao is Xiaofan's friend, so he won't leak the news."

It was only then that Luo Xiaofan understood that Bu Qingyun felt that Jian Zhao was also an outsider, and she was so angry that she wanted to curse, but Jian Zhao pulled her back, so she suppressed her anger and stopped talking.

Although Bu Qingyun was recommended to Zhao Yang by her, at this moment, she only felt that this guy was really hateful and disgusting!

"You are the boss, you have the final say."

Bu Qingyun shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know how he made this movement when he was paralyzed on the sofa. Then, as soon as he exerted force on his legs, his body that was originally paralyzed on the sofa immediately straightened up. The next moment, he Already stood up.

Meng Zhaohui's pupils shrank slightly. He knew that this movement was difficult. Among other things, he almost fell to the ground. Standing up like this relying on the strength of his waist and abdomen, his physical fitness is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

This made Meng Zhaohui begin to feel that this Bu Qingyun might indeed have some skills.

"The most threatening thing about that big man is his header. His skills at his feet are not very good, and in the past six months, I believe that he only uses headers to solve opponents. As long as he is solved, then the defense will have no problems. It's too big a problem." Bu Qingyun said.

"As long as we blow up their base, we will win this round. Everyone knows the truth." Luo Xiaofan snorted: "The question is how to do it."

"Boss, this woman is always making trouble. I think it must be a spy sent by Jiang Hai. Get out!" Bu Qingyun said to Zhao Yang.

Luo Xiaoshan became angry again, Zhao Yang looked at Luo Xiaoshan dumbfounded, and then said to Bu Qingyun: "Don't be joking... Luo Xiaoshan is my good friend, and he will never be Jiang Hai's spy. Go on."

"You all think that in a small field, his header threat is greater than in a large field, but in my opinion, he is more difficult to deal with in a large field."

Bu Qingyun nodded: "Although Xiaochang is not offside, there are many places we can take advantage of...Which one of you is the goalkeeper?"

Luo Ping and Liu Junfeng looked at each other, raised their hands reluctantly, and replied, "Me."

Like Liu Junfeng, he didn't think Bu Qingyun was so good, but Zhao Yang put his hope on Bu Qingyun. He was more honest and a little less courageous, so he answered reluctantly.

"You're quite tall too...don't stand stupidly in front of the door. Dong Lin is near the front, so you just stare at him. No matter how tall he is, you can still use your hands when you take off from the front. It's better than him." advantage." Bu Qingyun said.

Everyone else was stunned - let the goalkeeper play the man-marking defender?Do you still want to guard the gate?
"Dong Lin's header advantage is their biggest advantage. They can't give up this advantage, so they will definitely use this attack method. You don't have to worry about not being able to grab the first point over his head. You are facing the attacker, so you will have an advantage in judging where the pass will land, at least, it will prevent him from grabbing the ball so smoothly." Bu Qingyun said unhurriedly.

"That's a way, but after four or 10 minutes in a game, can he not score at all?" Meng Zhaohui frowned.

As soon as he heard Bu Qingyun's words, he knew that this was a feasible defensive method. No matter how tall Dong Lin was, no matter where he was, his jumping ability was not much better. Luo Ping has the advantage of taking off with all his strength and using his hands. The field of futsal is relatively small. There will be no problem for Luo Ping to attack. That little space is enough.

But even so, it is impossible for Dong Lin to be free from any threats!

On the football field, there is no absolute thing!

"Can you win the game by defending? This is just to reduce most of Dong Lin's chances of scoring. If you want to win the game, you still have to rely on offense." Bu Qingyun glanced at Meng Zhaohui in surprise, as if wondering Why would he ask such outrageous questions.

Meng Zhaohui blushed. From the moment he saw Dong Lin, he had been thinking about how to deal with Dong Lin's height advantage, forgetting about the offense...

This is actually not his problem. After all, Dong Lin puts too much pressure on the defense, so no one cares about the offense.

"Then how to attack?"

Hearing what Bu Qingyun said in an orderly manner, Zhao Yang's little hope began to swell rapidly. People without skills would not have such tolerance and eloquence. Judging by Bu Qingyun's age, he doesn't look like someone who walks around the streets Liar, from this point of view, this fellow is indeed a real one!

He had only had a glimmer of hope at first, although he knew that if the contract was lost, Sunshine Group would not be hurt, and Jiang Hai's method of playing also opened his eyes and enriched his experience. From this point of view, This gamble is also a valuable training opportunity for him, but when it comes to the competition, no one wants to lose.

Even if it had nothing to do with the 100 million or the hardcover contract, he didn't want to lose.

"I will work hard to fulfill this bet, no matter what the result is."

This is what he said to his father last night, and he still remembers the gratified look in his father's eyes.

But no matter what the result is, he still wants to win.

This is the vigor of young people and the most precious wealth.

"The offense is not said, but done. Just watch the performance on the court tomorrow. Remember to let me take more balls." Bu Qingyun collapsed again, and said lazily.

Zhao Yang smiled wryly.

This person always gives you hope first, and then makes you vague, leaving your heart hanging there, unsteady, and you don't know which sentence is true and which sentence is false.

If it weren't for his young age and old antiques, Mr. Zhao would probably sing "Looking at Flowers in the Mist".

"What's wrong with you saying it, can you kill someone?" Luo Xiaofan couldn't help it again.

"Boss, this spy is asking for details again." Bu Qingyun said to Zhao Yang.

Luo Xiaoshan screamed, and was about to rush over to leave a few marks on Bu Qingyun's delicate and beautiful face with her pointed nails. Fortunately, Jian Zhao grabbed her, and smiled wryly at Bu Qingyun: " Don't be mad at her."

"But if you don't talk about how to attack, we don't know what to do in tomorrow's game." Liu Junfeng couldn't help but say something, and Bu Qingyun said that he was very good at defense, which also made him put away some contempt.

"Yeah, on the offensive, you have to cooperate, so that you can have a certain tacit understanding." Zhao Yang couldn't help but said that Bu Qingyun was lazy in the previous training and didn't notice anything, although it took a day or two It is impossible to cultivate a real tacit understanding, but grinding guns in front of the battle is not just unhappy.

"Do you have anything to do with offense? Liu Junfeng is on defense, and you are mainly on defense and offense, just look at me and my younger brother." Bu Qingyun replied with a smile.

Meng Zhaohui was stunned for a moment before he realized that the younger brother Bu Qingyun was talking about was himself, and said angrily, "Who is your younger brother?"

"Didn't we just agree?"

"Why don't you just say it!"

"Being my younger brother is very beneficial, don't miss this opportunity." Bu Qingyun said earnestly.

"If you can really cooperate with me tomorrow and help us win the game, what can I do if I'm your little brother? I'm afraid you can't do it!" Meng Zhaohui said angrily.

"If you are so upset and irritable, then I really might not be able to do it, tear their defense, you have to keep calm when running and attacking." Bu Qingyun said with a smile.

"What about you? Shouldn't you be more active in moving around?" Meng Zhaohui suppressed his anger and said with a sneer.

"No, I don't need to be more active in a game of this scale. Besides, am I not very active now? When I played football before, I never said so much before the game."

Speaking of this, Bu Qingyun yawned: "I'm exhausted after talking so much, I'll go first, see you tomorrow."

"Don't leave in a hurry, let's have dinner together." Zhao Yang hurriedly tried to persuade him to stay.

"Others are not used to the food I eat, so I'll go home and cook first." Bu Qingyun said.