green showman

Chapter 14

The appearance of depression and decadence is mostly due to the fact that the actual results are a little different from the expectations, in other words...not self-aware.

And Sun Wu is obviously a very self-aware person, so on the training ground the next day, everyone saw a young man with a bright smile and a strong desire for knowledge.

"Physically, it's normal. From a technical point of view, it's also normal. In terms of tactics..." team doctor Fleet pointed to Sun Wu, who was arming shoulders with Nelson, "At least in terms of psychological quality, he is very, very good. "

Patrick glanced at Mark Hughes, wondering whether this sentence is a compliment or a derogation... In other words, Sun Wu is too thick-skinned...

During lunch, Roberts and Peterson, who had the best relationship with Sun Wu in the team, deliberately took him to sit together to comfort him, but he turned out to be more interested than the two of them...

"Okay, I know what you want to say, but it's really unnecessary." Sun Wu wiped his mouth and turned to leave, "I'll go to Mr. Mark, if you can't stay in the first team, go to the reserve team."

Watching the back of the kid leaving, Roberts was stunned for a while before muttering: "I kicked an empty goal for the first time... I cried for two hours that night."

"Either he will give up football, or he will definitely achieve something." Peterson was a little emotional. Three weeks after he joined Blackburn, the head coach Souness, who named him and bought him, was dismissed. Peterson relied on his own efforts. The trust of Mark Hughes, after scoring twice to defeat Manchester United, the media called him "Norwegian Beckham". After all this, he knows better than others that his psychological strength largely determines the ceiling of future achievements.

On the training ground on the right side of the club, the Blackburn reserve team is conducting tactical training. The reserve team coach Lawrence is standing on the sidelines with his chest folded, his white hair fluttering in the wind. Assistant to coach Dalglish, who won the Premier League title in 1993.

Lawrence turned his head and glanced at the little guy beside him, unexpectedly, he didn't find a look of frustration on his face, "It looks pretty good?"

"Mr. Lawrence, you must know that it is common for young players to perform unstable." Sun Wu spread his hands and said: "I am mentally prepared for this."

"I thought you would cry and go home to find your mother... No, you should go back to China to find your mother." Lawrence's words were a bit mean. The entire staff of the Blackburn club knew this Chinese boy, and it was Patrick who brought him out.

"No, no, sir, I am a man now, not a child." Sun Wu pointed to the field, "Mr. Mark asked me to go back to the reserve team for training first."

"I've watched those two games." Lawrence's voice sounded behind him. "The first thing you have to do is tactical training. It's unimaginable... Your running position is no different from that of a blind pig!"

Sun Wu turned around, his face was smiling like a dog's tail, I couldn't see it, this old man had a sharp tongue, but a good heart, just like the teacher in the third year of high school, he scolded and scolded, after all, he hoped that the students would pass the exam Good results……

Then...then loud yelling kept ringing on the training ground, causing the players who were playing the team training game to look over from time to time.

"Best, you have been in the reserve team for less than half a year, and I also took the U18 before... Is this how I taught you?" The old man over [-] was full of anger.

Sun Wu looked down at the tactical board covered in circles and crosses, and hesitantly drew an arrow on it.

"Stupid! The opponent's counterattack after clearing the corner kick, the central defender has not had time to be in place, and you, a right defender, actually go up? If you make an offside, he can rush to the end by himself..." Lawrence was a little suspicious that Mark had given him this task. A bit malicious, the guy in front of him simply has no common sense, completely amateurish.

"Change the map." Lawrence grabbed the tactical board and quickly drew a map. "The opponent's counterattack broke through the midfielder Mokona, and Nelson stepped forward. What are you going to do?"

"This picture is so familiar..." Sun Wu took the tactical board and muttered, "I seem to have seen it somewhere..."

"The first goal we conceded yesterday." Lawrence said blankly, "You and Nelson rushed forward together. Button made a diagonal pass, and Sinclair scored half-single-handedly."

"Uh..." Sun Wu scratched his head, thought for a long time and drew an arrow pointing to his penalty area, "Fill Nelson's vacancy?"

Lawrence let out a long sigh, took a pen and shifted the position of the arrow slightly, "The opponent's counterattack, can you get back to the penalty area in time? That's the responsibility of the defender Samba and the other midfielder. You should move laterally behind Nelson to defend, On the one hand, deal with Button's possible continued breakthrough, and on the other hand, deal with Sinclair who may take the ball inside at any time..."

Sun Wu stared at the tactical board speechlessly. This is the Premier League, which is recognized as relatively weak in tactical ability among the five major leagues...

"Although you were not outstanding in the reserve team before, at least in terms of tactical understanding... Well, I heard that before you played against Chelsea, you were hit?" Lawrence stared at Sun Wu's head in doubt, "Have your brain been damaged?"

After listening to Mr. Lawrence chattering for more than half an hour, Sun Wu had the opportunity to participate in the team's internal competition.

A dark guy came up to the pitch just after he started playing, "Hey, Best, how's it going for a week with the first team?"

Before Sun Wu could speak, this guy laughed exaggeratedly, "Yesterday's game was really exciting...you made the whole Lancashire county lose face!"

"Marvin!" The coach next to him yelled loudly, and the guy walked back slowly, still muttering.

The smile on Sun Wu's face has always been very good, and he only carefully looked at this Ma Wen carefully. To be honest, unless the black man looks very distinctive, he really can't recognize him, and he doesn't remember clearly that he will find the wrong person for revenge in the future. What should I do?
"Best, ignore him." A big blond man pulled Sun Wu back to his seat.

Sun Wu looked back, the big blond man's face was still immature, but he looked familiar... Huh!Isn't this Jon Jones who went to Manchester United later?Did he spend his youth training career at Blackburn?

"Originally the first team was short of players, so Marvin should be promoted, but unfortunately he happened to be injured last week." Phil Jones reminded in a low voice, "Wait carefully, I'll come to help."

Phil Jones' worries became reality a few minutes later. It seemed that he was very jealous of Sun Wu Shiyun's experience of being transferred to the first team. It might also be to prove that his ability is stronger than this Chinese boy. The offensive is basically concentrated on the left, attacking Sun Wu in a burst.

Lawrence was silent on the sidelines at first, but immediately couldn't sit still, and shouted a reminder.

"Best, keep a distance from Phil, where have you been!"

"Slow down before the bottom line? Pigs can wipe it!"

"Best, you sissy, you haven't learned tackle!"

The red team players on the field are all dissatisfied with black lines on their heads, coach!You are too eccentric!
(End of this chapter)