The strongest ace coach

Chapter 11 Training Players I Have a Set

Chapter 11 Training Players I Have a Set

Since this guy Court wants to play with him, Luo Ming is not a coward. Faced with other people's challenges and demands, Luo Ming naturally has to accept it. Otherwise, he will be looked down upon by others, and he is really not a good person. It's a matter of fact.

"How do I get in touch? Tell me quickly, I'm in a hurry!" Luo Ming glanced at Court's appearance and face, and said faintly.

After hearing Luo Ming's words, the corner of Cotter's eye really twitched and jumped. This guy said angrily, "Brother, you are causing trouble like this, you know? It's true. You're causing trouble, it's not very good of you to do this."

"Am I causing trouble? No, didn't you ask me to practice with you? Well, I have agreed now, do you want to start? I still have a lot of things to do! If you want to start, hurry up, don't You're just dawdling here, you know?" Luo Ming stared at this guy and said with a faint smile.

"Uh..." This guy Kurt seemed to have a needle in his heart, he thought, and said after hesitating. "Mr. Luo Ming, just pretend that I didn't say anything. I know what I just said was wrong. May I apologize now?" "Yes." Luo Ming nodded.

In this way, under Luo Ming's tough attitude, this guy who was always pretentious and arrogant, seemed to start to give in to this song.

Luo Ming is still very satisfied with the attitude of this guy named Court.

Yes, very satisfied.

If the players under him are all very tough people, then for Luo Ming, it is not a good thing for him as a coach.

Yes, it's not a good thing.

"Let's get started." Luo Ming glanced at the guy Court's eyes and shrugged.

As for Court, this guy was standing in front of the goal, and Luo Ming was standing in front of a ball.

"Are you sure you want to practice like this?" Luo Ming asked, staring into the eyes of this guy, Court.

"Yeah, otherwise, why am I talking nonsense to you?" Court, this guy, looked at Luo Ming with a very strange look.

Suddenly, for some reason, Court, this guy, always felt that something was wrong. Of course, there was a reason and feeling for why something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it himself.

This is how he feels.

In fact, strictly speaking, the heart of this guy, Court, is actually very perverted. His heart, as far as Yan can tell, is already very dark.

For a long time, Luo Ming actually didn't want to associate with people with dark hearts.

"I kicked it." Luo Ming said something to this guy, Court.

This guy, Court, actually gave Luo Ming a blank look. He glanced at him and said angrily, "You can bring it up, do you still need someone to explain it? You are a coach, you really don't like orange juice! You know?"

Luo Ming smiled wryly, and felt that what this guy said was really bold, but it's okay, since this guy likes to talk so much, let him say it.

Although Luo Ming is just a coach, his footwork is naturally good. Although he can't compare with those professional players, compared to those amateur players, Luo Ming feels that he is better than them.

Yes, this is Luo Ming's self-confidence, so Luo Ming will continue to be the so-called goalkeeper coach.

Because the goalkeeper coach still pays more attention to a player's ability. This is actually a very normal thing.

If you don't have any ability, how can you teach a player's ability?

"I don't know..." Luo Ming touched it, and thought for a while, "How is my professional coaching system now? Let's get rid of this guy, Court, and look at the system again. "

After making up his mind, Luo Ming felt that he should do some goalkeeping training with this guy now, so he was always looking forward to hiding it.

Yes, I am looking forward to it.

Moreover, there is one more thing, Luo Mingjue, he wants to send this guy away, just do it perfunctorily, that is enough, don't take it too seriously, why are you so serious?
Therefore, Luo Ming felt that he should continue to play with this guy, wouldn't it be enough?

There was a sound of brushing. . . .

This is the sound of a football breaking through the air. This sound really broke the air. The guy standing in front of the goal, Court, seemed to be really stunned, looking at the ball towards him in disbelief. The face rushed over.

"Horse's...."

This guy Court didn't have time to react at all. He just had time to say such a curse word on his lips, and his body seemed to be handed over to you by Shada for your explanation.

bump. . . . .

ball. .Just hit the face of this guy, Court, solidly.

It's really more accurate than a bullet.

Seeing this scene, the corner of Luo Ming's mouth twitched. Damn, his footwork is really good, right?

Actually, Luo Ming couldn't believe it himself, his footwork seemed a little too accurate!

Luo Ming was really sweating at Lushan Waterfall.

"Sorry..." Although Luo Ming is not a person who likes to be subdued, anyone with a discerning eye seems to be able to see that kicking the ball into someone else's face seems to be his own mistake!

Luo Ming is not the kind of person who argues with reason, so when it's time to give in, then just give in.

When the ball fell off Court's face, the corner of Luo Ming's mouth twitched again, because, ah, Luo Ming saw that Court's cheek was flushed red from being hit by the ball.

What's more, when Luo Ming looked further, Luo Ming found something even more surprising, that is, the guy Court's nose, which seemed to be hit hard by the ball, had already started to bleed.

Obediently. . . . .This guy seems to be seriously injured.

"Uh..." Luo Ming really didn't know what to say for a moment, he could only stammer and say, "Are you okay? Is your hand injured? If you are injured, I will call The team doctor is ready."

After hearing Luo Ming's words, the corners of this guy's eyes and mouth twitched at the same time, "I'm fine..."

This is absolutely against this guy's words, but Court felt that if he called the team doctor just because of this trivial matter, where would he put his two sides in the future?

Therefore, Court felt that it was better not to call the team doctor, even though he was a little sorry for himself.

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