green waist king

Chapter 35

The four of them played until [-]:[-] p.m., but before the end of the show, Bai Lele built a chicken eating group called 'I'm a Vegetable Chicken', and Chen He immediately pulled Lu Han in, who was on the set, and formally formed the group. Chicken Five.

"Pere, do you want fried rice with eggs?"

Mo Yang rubbed his eyes and walked out of the room, asking Pere who was watching TV in the living room.

"What?" Pere blinked, and unexpectedly said "Trump, this guy is learning Chinese recently, but he is obviously being misled by Reid."

"..." The corners of Mo Yang's mouth twitched, he ignored this guy, went directly to the kitchen to cook with the rice cooker, and then went to the small stadium with the football in his arms.

Two hours later, Mo Yang returned to the room dripping with sweat, washed up and started cooking rice.

"Wow! Fantastic Chinese cooking skills!" Standing aside, Pere exclaimed again and again when he saw Mo Yang throwing his spoon, like a bumpkin who had never seen the world.

After a while, two plates of colorful and fragrant egg fried rice were served on the table.

Pere, who had moved his index finger a long time ago, took a big mouthful, his eyes narrowed, and Mo Yang nodded his head.

He generally doesn't eat such greasy things, but he's not a pervert, and it's okay to eat once in a while, and he doesn't think it's an excuse for indulgence.

As long as a normal person has appetite, the difference is that some people can control it, and some people will use various excuses to indulge themselves.

"Pere! Can you help me find a personal trainer?" Mo Yang suddenly said while eating.

Pere was stunned for a moment, picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, and said, "Tell me about your request!"

Mo Yang thought for a while, and said seriously: "It's best if he can give me advice on diet, strength training and flexibility training. If he can also know medicine and psychology, that's even better, and it doesn't matter if it's expensive!"

"Yang!" Pere looked at Mo Yang like an idiot, "The kind of personal trainer you are talking about, I guess the God of Heaven's subordinates may have one!"

"Hey!" Mo Yang scratched his head and smiled innocently, he also found that the request seemed a bit outrageous.

Pere gave Mo Yang an angry look, and said, "You are talking about a personal coaching team, like Cristiano and Messi, they hired this kind of team, are you sure you are looking for it? Are you sure your meager Is the salary enough?"

"Eh!" Mo Yang was stabbed in the heart, it hurts so much!
He always thought that the weekly salary of [-] pounds was a lot, but in Perret's eyes, there was only the word "meager"!
Seeing Mo Yang dumbfounded, Pere shook his head and said, "Okay, leave it to me!"

"As soon as possible!" Mo Yang said weakly.

Ever since he got the S-level flexibility talent, Mo Yang has become more eager for strength training. For him, every second that passes is a waste.

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"Patrick! What are you doing, don't you understand the space created by crossing positions, hell, do you want me to go up and teach you in person?"

"And you, Hernandez! What are you doing running in front of Yang! Do you block bullets for him? Damn it! Go forward! Drive the defender!"

"Phillips! Pay attention to the vacancy in the backcourt! Fill it up in time! Don't be in a daze for me again! I'll let you cool off the bench and turn on the water dispenser, believe it or not!"

"And Yang! Show me your tricks again! After training, believe it or not, I'll break your leg!!"

"Damn!!!"

Leeds United training base, today the training ground is dark and cloudy, Bielsa's air pressure is also very low, an ordinary team match, somehow made the usually gentle old man crazy, anyway, he was quite bald!
For the whole morning, almost every Leeds United player was sprayed once, even Bielsa, Moyang, who was afraid of falling in his hands and afraid of melting in his mouth, was no exception.

"Whirring whirring!"

"Yang! Has the old man's madness flared up again?"

During the break, Bamford collapsed directly in front of the goal, out of breath.

"Don't talk!" Mo Yang supported his knees, panting violently, his legs trembling.

"Ouch! No, I'll vomit for a while!" Phillips vomited pale.

The first half of this confrontation was over, and his physical strength was gone. Bielsa was very abnormal today. After telling them a simple tactical requirement before the game, he asked them to play a completely unfamiliar 433 formation.

The most important thing is that this 433 formation requires running and crossing positions too frequently, and they have to carry out high-pressure pressing work in the frontcourt. There is no idle moment, so they almost ran and vomited in just half of the game. .

It was even worse for Dallas and Aylin at the full-back positions. They were required to continuously put in assists, and the defense had to come back as soon as possible. Now they are kneeling.

"Ugh!"

On the sidelines, Bielsa sighed. These are just some simple tactical arrangements he picked out from the new tactical system. These little guys can't stand it anymore. If it is officially implemented, it is estimated that they will all collapse.

"Marcelo, give up!" Frank came over with a brochure and handed it to Bielsa with a sullen face. "Except for Yang, the data of the others is horrible!"

Bielsa took it and looked at it carefully, his face became more and more gloomy, and the more he looked, the more unwilling he felt.

The current set of 4231 is actually not the most ideal attack lineup in his mind.

At this time, Bielsa felt a sense of aggrieved feeling that he had nowhere to use his strength, that he possessed the shocking dragon slaying technique, and there was no dragon in the world.

But this is the limitation of small clubs. Even if the coach has the best tactics, without excellent players to implement them, three plus two minus five equals zero.

Thinking of the high probability that Mo Yang would leave Leeds United after the end of this season, Bielsa's heart throbbed with pain, and he really wanted to pat his ass and leave.

With Mo Yang this season, promotion is not difficult. Bielsa's goal is not just to win the Championship, he has a big heart.

Not only does he want the champion of the English Championship, he also wants the champion of the FA Cup, as well as the League Cup... um!They were eliminated.

If he is promoted, he also wants to win the Premier League and the Europa League.

As for the Champions League, he just needs to cover himself with the quilt and have fun at night, for fear that thinking too much will ruin his life.

And this 433-based tactical system is what he prepared for the strong Premier League teams in the FA Cup and after being promoted to the Premier League in the future.

But today, except for Mo Yang, the performance of everyone else in the front, middle and back courts disappointed him very much.

This is no longer a question of adaptability, but a question of lack of ability. If you want to use this tactic, unless Leeds United has a large-scale change of blood.

But the club obviously won't let him do this, and now he really envies Klopp, who has proven himself in the five major leagues.

After nearly an hour of rest, the second half of the match started.

"what!!!"

Soon, Bielsa found that Moyang's running range had increased, and he could be seen everywhere from the backcourt to the midfield and frontcourt, and even on both sides.

And driven by Mo Yang's tandem, the running of the others seemed less disjointed and seemed much smoother.

"Clap!"

"I buy it!"

"I buy it! Yang is actually using the ball to direct his teammates to move!" Frank dropped the folder in his hand, his eyes seemed to stare out in shock, "Marcelo, you, are you with, with the naked body? Say, told you about your new tactics?"

"Such a sensitive tactical awareness!!" After observing Mo Yang carefully, Bielsa's expression changed from doubt to shock.

He also discovered another talent in Moyang, that is, Moyang's tactical awareness is very sensitive.

Awareness of football tactics is the premise of playing technology and the soul of controlling the game.

It includes offensive awareness, defensive awareness, and offensive and defensive conversion awareness. It is expressed through the player's personal cognition such as observation, perception, memory, imagination, thinking, judgment, and choice. Most players need a lot of game time to form tactical awareness. This is a process of accumulating experience.

What Mo Yang is doing now is to rely on his huge field of vision to select the best passing point from the ABCD points he has screened out, or to cooperate, or to pass the ball with a small amount of advance. The way to drive teammates to run.

"Belsa, it seems that your new tactics seem to have something to do!" Frank was extremely excited.

"Still not!" Bielsa smiled wryly, "You can't play like this, otherwise Yang will be exhausted on the court, and his physical fitness is far from being able to support such a high-intensity running range, and don't forget this It's just a match!"

Bielsa could see clearly that Mo Yang must have comprehended his tactical arrangements, so he connected every player on the field, and then passed the ball to guide his teammates to move. Although it looked okay, he couldn't play a real game .

After watching in silence for nearly 10 minutes, Bielsa suddenly stopped the game, announced the end of the morning training, and then returned to the office with a straight face.

There is no way, after watching it, he feels that he will hit people. No matter how good Mo Yang's performance is on the field, the performance of others is as bad as it is.

Moreover, the better Mo Yang performed, the more his heart ached. Such a talented player is destined not to belong to him, which is too heartbreaking.

However, through Mo Yang's performance just now, he already has some new ideas, which may have unexpected effects,
If it does, then Leeds United may be a nightmare for all teams in the English Championship.

"vomit!"

"Ouch! Ooh!..."

After Bielsa left, he vomited on the training ground, and Mo Yang also vomited!
"God, I finally survived!" Cooper lay on his back in front of the goal, weakly crossing his chest, with an expression of the rest of his life.

"Yang! I beg you, can you slow down your attacking rhythm during games from now on? Damn it, I didn't keep up with it several times just now, and I even started to wonder if I can't play football anymore!" Ailin Chaomo Yang complained.

"But this kind of offensive rhythm is really cool!" Bamford scored three goals just now, and now he is full of aftertaste.

"Fack squid! Patrick!" Dallas, who had spat out all his bile, raised a certain finger and said viciously.

"Yang! In the future internal confrontation, can you release the water? Our substitute team was almost knocked out by your wave after wave of offensive rhythm just now!" Wood complained bitterly, "Is this the old man's new tactic? "

Mo Yang just smiled and didn't have the strength to speak. He tried his best, but he could see that the effect was not good. What Wood and the others saw was only the appearance.

　Ask for a ticket! ! !Sprinkle flowers! ! ! !Also, don't rush me!More than 3000 words a day, it's a little less than being lost, it's okay!The main reason is not enough time, and typing speed, alas!Newcomers, give some time to adapt!

　　
　
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