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Chapter 147 Coach, I want to practice shooting (ask for a monthly pass! Subscribe!)

Although Yi Le admitted his mistake, he still didn't get rid of his mind-wandering problem, which made Tebes feel very helpless.

However, Tebes also noticed that Yi Le always looked in the direction of the goal vaguely.

This made Tebes ponder for a while, and stepped forward slowly.

"easy!"

Yi Le straightened his body almost subconsciously, and shouted loudly: "Here!"

Tebes showed a smile, he waved his hand and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm not questioning you."

After finishing speaking, he pouted in the direction of shooting coach Alan Russell and said, "You want to practice shooting, right?"

Yi Le was stunned for a short time, and then said a little embarrassedly: "Terbes, I don't want to deceive you, I hope to become stronger. As a midfielder, I think I need to practice shooting."

"That's right!" Tebes snapped his fingers and said with a smile, "Then why don't you try to propose it to the head coach?"

Yi Le couldn't help but said in a daze: "Will he agree?"

"Why not?" Tebes shrugged and said, "Your idea of ​​becoming stronger coincides with ours. In fact, your interception ability is already very good, and your tactical movement is also very good. You can definitely try to improve your scoring ability."

Yi Le seemed a little excited, eager to try: "Then shall I talk to the boss?"

"Go!"

Seeing Yi Le's back happily going away, Tebes was also filled with emotion.

The troublesome guy is finally gone, now it's Russell's headache.

Faced with a 'baby' who is always distracted and can't be punished, this guy must be very desperate.

In the head coach's office, Boas sat on the office chair and asked with a surprised face: "Do you want to practice shooting?"

Yi Le nodded firmly.

Well

Boas subconsciously folded his hands around his chest, pinched his chin with one hand, and fell into deep thought.

In fact, in his vision, Yi Le's meaning to Tottenham is a midfield commander.

He is not a vanguard who charges into battle, but a general who sits in the middle of the army and slaps Fang Chi.

But football is not about marching and fighting. Yi Le's shooting ability is indeed a big bonus, but Boas also has his own considerations.

Yi Le's most important task is still midfield organization and interception. If shooting training is carried out under this premise, he doesn't mind.

Thinking of this, Boas couldn't help saying: "I can say something to Russell, but the premise is that you can't slack off defensive training."

Yi Le's eyes lit up, and he shouted in surprise: "Understood!"

Ten minutes later, Yi Le trotted downstairs and came to the shooting training area to report.

Alan Russell is a middle-aged man in his 40s. He is wearing a Tottenham coach uniform. He is full of beards. His hair is extremely thick. His blond hair is combed back. He looked at Yi Le with those green eyes in surprise, and said, "You want to practice shooting?"

Yi Le responded forcefully: "Yes! The boss has approved it."

Alan Russell grinned. He didn't know what Boas was thinking. Now, Yi Le's training task is to increase the success rate of interceptions, but he came here to practice shooting. What's the matter?

But Boas is the head coach, and Alan Russell can only follow suit.

Alan Russell signaled Harry Kane and others to continue practicing, then pulled Yi Le aside and asked, "What do you want to practice?"

"Shoot!" Yi Le said without hesitation.

Alan Russell covered his forehead and said helplessly, "I know you want to practice shooting. To be more specific, do you want to practice free kicks, long-range shots or something else?"

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Yi Le was a little confused, and he couldn't find his position.

Seeing Yi Le's bewildered expression, Alan Russell smiled wryly to himself, waved his hand and said, "Okay, I see, let's start with a free kick."

Alan Russell took Yi Le to a position five meters outside the penalty area, which was a very threatening free kick point.

He put the football on the ground and began to say: "There are roughly two types of free kicks. One is the heavy artillery type. This kind of ball should be kicked with the inner instep, which can increase the strength. At the same time, pay attention to kicking both sides of the football. This can increase the rotation of the football, resulting in an incredible arc. I swear, this is definitely a goalkeeper's nightmare!"

"The second is the curve ball. This kind of ball needs to have a lifting force. It is not enough to just have feet and explosive legs. This requires the use of the crotch."

Russell put his hands in his crotch, twisted from time to time, and said: "See clearly? Pay attention to the strength of the cross, which is the so-called strength of the double psoas muscles, and remember, this is not kicking, but rubbing! This needs to add rotation force to the football, understand?"

Yi Le: ""

The two looked at each other.

"Okay, let's try kicking a ball first!"

Alan Russell took out the goalkeeper's glove under his armpit, put it on his hand, walked straight to the door, clapped his hands, and shouted: "Come on! Shoot!"

Yi Le's eyes lit up, he licked his lips, a little excited, and muttered to himself: "Use force to rub your crotch."

Don't ask why you don't try heavy free kicks. When Russell talked about the second type of ball, he completely forgot.

Yi Le looked at the football in front of him and started a slow run. Remembering the essentials of the movement, he raised his right leg high, pumped on the right half of the football, and exerted a sudden force.

"twist!!"

The football flew towards the goal, but the first three meters were normal. Since then, the football has spun to the right like a convulsion, showing an extremely exaggerated 90-degree arc, and slammed into the head of Harry Kane who was running up.

Stars appeared in the eyes of the opponent who smashed it, and fell to the ground with a plop.

The whole stadium is silent

After a while, there was a sudden burst of laughter.

"This arc is the best I've ever seen!"

"Yi's shooting is inversely proportional to his passing!!"

"Poor Harry, he was accidentally injured!!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"

The training ground was full of laughter, and Yi Le, who was the instigator, blushed slightly, trotted over, and said in shame, "Harry, I didn't mean it."

Harry Kane was angry and funny at the same time. He rubbed his head helplessly, and said, "I hope that next time, you won't accidentally hurt me. You know, I just returned. Do you want me to get hurt again?"

"No, no, no." Yi Le blushed, scratched his head and said, "I promise, as long as you are ten meters away from me, with an error of ten meters, I can still control it."

Harry Kane's eyes widened.

An error of ten meters?

God!Is this guy really a pro?

Alan Russell came over, he sighed and said, "Yi, let's practice the first one."

Well, it works wonders!

You can also be fooled!

Let Yi Le make a precise arc, just that accurate, he gave up.

1 minutes later

Including Alan Russell, Harry Kane and other forward players stood on the far sideline, neatly arranged.

Yi Le stood alone outside the restricted area. There was no one within ten meters of him.

Yi Le was suddenly at a loss.

cluck cluck cluck cluck

In the training ground, Mantha Clayton was laughing backwards and forwards. When she heard that Yi Le almost accidentally injured her top scorer and sent her to the bench, she burst into tears.

"So, you almost killed me, sorry hahahahaha"

This is so much fun.

Tottenham's midfield core almost killed the leading shooter!

Is this the rhythm of infighting?

cluck cluck

Yi Le looked at Mansha Clayton with resentment, and said wronged: "I don't want to, but I really don't seem to have the talent for shooting."

The ghost knows what Yi Le went through.

In countless shooting training, Alan Russell gave a 'pertinent' evaluation.

"What evaluation?"

Mantha Clayton asked, clutching her aching stomach from laughing.

Yi Le said sullenly: "He said my shots are like Balotelli!"

"What do you mean? Isn't that a compliment?" Mantha Clayton said.

Balotelli's shot is still very sharp.

Yi Le lowered his head and said aggrievedly: "He said, my legs don't know what my head is thinking!"

puff! ! ! ! !

Mantha Clayton knew she shouldn't laugh, but she just couldn't help it.

How disgusting is this!

"Is your shot really that bad?" asked Mantha Clayton

Randomly select a lucky fan, player, referee, or coach within a radius of [-] meters for close contact.

Yi Le became more and more frustrated.

Yi Le turned his head away, as if throwing a temper tantrum.

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