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Chapter 190 This Guy Knows My Zodiac Sign Is Rabbit (Updated)
Chapter 188

"It's very simple, aim at the center of the ball and kick it. At the moment of kicking, you have to lift your feet instantly to give the cuju ball a backspin force to accelerate the speed of the ball's forward rotation. At the same time, according to the distance from the goal, Choose the right kicking power..." Wang Daxing said while repeating the demonstration.

It seems that although God is always on the opposite side of Wang Yang in matters such as fate, but in these miscellaneous affairs, it seems that he has given the old driver Wang face and is very powerful. Another elegant fallen leaf ball appeared, which once again shocked the whole world. field.

A pair of Cuju masters looked at Wang Yang with both envy and jealousy. There was nothing they could do about it. The main reason was that their strengths were too far apart. Comparable to Wang Yang, a free kick master whose strength far exceeds that of the Chinese national football team.

"Sir, you must teach me this when the time comes, can you?" Zhao Ji looked at Wang Yang with bright eyes, as if he would kneel and lick if he disagreed.

"Of course there is no problem, but if you want to practice this move, you need to work hard..." Wang Yang said with a smile, enjoying the adored eyes and expression.

At this time, Boss Ling couldn't help but interjected. "But now, since our Lingyun Club wants to compete with other Cuju clubs, we can only play according to the old rules."

Zhao Ji waved his hand very energetically. "It's okay, here we are, Zhao and the two brothers Zhao, Gao Xiude, Lao Tong and Lao Liang, and you Lao Ling, plus Brother Wu Shan, there are already eight people here Now, if I pick another three or five people from Lingyun Society, I don’t think there will be any problem, right?”

"It's definitely no problem. We still have a few good players in Lingyun Club, all of whom are disciples trained by Ling himself." Mr. Ling couldn't let his reputation be diminished and said, patting his chest.

"Well, call people over and let them try their kicks first." Zhao Yu touched his chin and put forward his opinion. He is also a veteran in the Cuju world, so naturally he can't let people casually mix into this high-end atmosphere. rank team.

Following Boss Ling's greeting, several strong men whose names he had named rushed over, and then began to perform their kicks one by one in front of this rich and noble son.

Here, the old driver Wang looked a little melancholy, especially after seeing the tall "Merry Eyes", his mood became more and more unbeautiful.

If it is based on the cuju competition of this era, I will use my habitual footwork to kick a goal that is [-] meters high and [-] meters wide in the new century.It is really not enough to play this kind of ancient goal called lewdness.

But what kind of person is Wang Yang, as a leader in the world of pretentiousness, he has always relied on strength to act pretentious, and even in areas that he is not good at, he can make others think that he is not good at it and just disdain it.

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After Wang Yang carefully recalled all the knowledge about Cuju that Zhao Ji had instilled in him before, he was shocked to find that it seemed that this Cuju had no titles other than captain and vice-captain.

There are no forwards, no midfielders, and no defenders. It is exactly the kind of stadium where you can run however you want. Although in the hearts of those Cuju players, you know roughly where you should run, okay? Going to meet teammates, receiving Cuju balls, but this is almost entirely based on experience.

And the rules are also very simple, in addition to not using hands, fighting on the field is not allowed, and trying to kick the ball into the opponent's goal, there seems to be no more rules to regulate.

There is neither offside nor a foul, and there is no need to wait for a dead ball for substitutions. In short, the rules are so rudimentary that it is outrageous.

No wonder Boss Ling kept feeling there, a good team needs to work together for at least three to five years to see results, maybe seven or eight years to be perfect.

Think about those football teams in later generations, with iron-clad camps and soldiers, as long as the coach is good enough, even a group of couriers or dishwashers can still beat the Chinese national football team like a bereaved dog.

What does this mean? It means that the level of the coach is very important, and isn't he the only excellent football coach with coaching experience in this era?
Well... I have watched a lot of videos of outstanding players, and I have listened carefully to countless analyzes and pointers from post-event experts on games under various circumstances.He also has experience in actual operation, coached the children's football team in the community, and also coached the six-a-side football team in the No.13 dormitory of No. [-] Building. He is absolutely qualified to take on this position.

Over there, the few members of the Lingyun Club who came to test their footwork moved forward while passing the ball. It was very good. These guys mainly played ground coordination, and the pass was relatively accurate, but it was a pity that they made the last move. The buddy with the foot seemed to be not precise enough, he just hit the rope of the chrysanthemum-shaped goal and was bounced back.

However, even so, it still won unanimous praise and applause from a group of Cuju masters such as Zhao Ji. After all, it is not so easy to shoot into a chrysanthemum-shaped goal with a diameter of only more than one foot.

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And Li Yu and the others couldn't bear it anymore, and they left the stage one after another, and began to show off their special skills, flattering and flattering each other, while Coach Wang put on a face of worrying about the country and the people, squatting in one place shelter from the wind.

"Brother Wang, why don't you kick it?" At this moment, Li Qingzhao came to Wang Yang's side and asked in a low voice.As soon as Wang Yang raised his head, he saw Li Qingzhao, um... and the Chinese pastoral dog that was hit in the head by the Cuju ball just now.

"I'm thinking about how to tie the people from Lingyun Society and your brother together to create a Cuju team that can sweep the entire Tokyo Bianliang, and even the entire Song Dynasty." Wang Yang started playing After a big yawn, he grinned at the cute and beautiful girl.

"Brother Wang, what you said is too bragging, isn't it? You have also swept the Song Dynasty. There are seventy or eighty ball clubs in Bianliang City, Tokyo, even if there are not a hundred. Can you beat them?" I don't have much interest in this sport, but I can't stand it. There are three big men in my family who are all fans of this sport, so naturally they are often brainwashed and popularized a lot of introductory knowledge and general conditions about Cuju.

"Oh, you little girl, don't always look at things with a suspicious eye, okay? Brother Wang, can someone like me still fool you?" What Wang Yang hates most is someone saying that this is not okay and that is not possible. No way.

"Who's the little girl?" Li Qingzhao glared at this guy angrily. Even if he had forgiven him, there was always a lump in his heart, especially after this guy knew that his zodiac sign was a rabbit. Li Qingzhao always felt that this guy It's weird looking at myself.

"Anyway, my little sister thinks, just because you guys have never practiced Cuju together, how can you beat others..."

(End of this chapter)