There is a belief called football

Chapter 14 Do You Have a Desire for Success
"1, 2, 3, 4".

Qi Bing looked at his watch, it was one o'clock in the morning.

"Li Qiao, can't you sleep? Counting sheep at this late hour", Qi Bing asked.

In fact, Li Qiao is not counting sheep, but is recalling the 35 movements that Juninho asked him to memorize during the day.

People are like this, the so-called thinking day by day and dreaming at night, if there is one thing that is particularly entangled during the day, then at night it will not be able to sleep because of that matter.

Even if you barely fall asleep, it will appear in your dreams. In fact, Li Qiao has already fallen asleep, but he is haunted by that scene again in his dreams. He wakes up after dreaming and dreaming.

I thought about it in my head, but I couldn't control my mouth, so I just said it out of my mouth.

At this time Sandro also woke up.

"Are you moving your back?"
"How do you know?" Li Qiao remembered that during the day, he was afraid that the computer would be hit by a ball, and Li Qiao avoided Sandro and the others quite far.

"guess",
"Did you also start like this when you were in the River Plate youth training?"

"It's almost the same, but our coach is older, his hair is white, and he doesn't know how to use a computer. What he showed me was drawn by himself, just like a cartoon."

"Oh, no wonder you are so good at free kicks now."

"Oh, by the way, Sandro, how long did it take you to do all the moves"?
"More than a year".

"What, so long!!! I was going to show off my footwork in the weekend league."

"Actually, it doesn't take much time to remember the movements, but it takes a year to integrate into the body."

"Do you know how long Hassler has been practicing"?
Li Qiao shook his head, even though in the dark, Sandro didn't know that Li Qiao shook his head.

"You don't seem to like Hassler",
"Well, I feel that he looks down on Chinese people."

"He's not a racist, we've talked, he's just too proud."

But Li Qiao still didn't like Hassler, but Li Qiao envied Hassler's level, so Li Qiao asked: "How long has he practiced?"

"According to him, he played football in the backyard when he could walk."

Is it amazing, does it mean that the house at home is big?And the backyard, did you bully me?Li Qiao thought to himself.

"I really want to improve quickly",
We have already lost three points in the first game. Only the top ranked teams in the league can be selected for a good team in the next school year. More importantly, only the top few games in the league will be watched by scouts.

Sandro understands this better.

"But there is no quick fix, there can be no shortcuts in football."

Li Qiao also knew this, but when Li Qiao thought of his family's expectations, and thought of his family's efforts to send him to such an expensive school, it was difficult for him to calm down.

The next day Li Qiao arrived at the training ground early. The training started at 8:7. Li Qiao arrived at the training ground at [-]:[-] and wanted to practice free kicks for an hour.

At this time, Li Qiao recalled those 35 movements, and found that he had memorized them by heart, but no, since yesterday's training, whether it was eating, bathing, watching TV, or sleeping, those 35 movements had never left Li Qiao's brain.

Li Qiao is now on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

But knowing how to memorize and how to kick are two different things, Li Qiao decided to give it a try.

Juninho said that a good free kicker, the moment his foot touches the ball, already knows whether the ball will go in or not.

But Li Qiao kicked a few times and found that the moment he touched the ball, he always felt that the ball must be scored, but when he looked up, he found that the ball was always higher than the crossbar.

"It seems that kicking the ball out of the arc is not as easy as it seems," Li Qiao thought.

And after kicking a few times, Li Qiao felt uncomfortable in his left knee. He thought it was because he was tired, but Li Qiao didn't care. After all, there is no pain in the whole body of a football player.

About half an hour later, Li Qiao's training clothes were soaked, but the expected "full moon scimitar" still didn't appear, and the balls that went out were like noodles, straight and straight, or simply out of the way.

At this time, Li Qiao slowly realized that it is not easy to kick a free kick, because the moment the kick is taken, the eyes are looking at the front, and the place where the ball is really going is deviated from the course.

If this is compared to shooting, a sniper is shooting a straight target and can hit every shot, then he is a very good sniper. If the target that the sniper is required to shoot needs to bypass obstacles, it will be difficult.

Another analogy is billiards. Most people can play straight and hit every shot, which is awesome. But good players sometimes have to go around obstacles and hit the target.

With Li Qiao's current understanding, he still can't understand how to control and control this seemingly irregular arc?
"Am I just running fast? No, actually I'm not the fastest even in the Marseille class." At this moment, Li Qiao fell into confusion. He thought that he was the proud son of heaven, so extraordinary, and destined to become a star.

But now Li Qiao understands that he is just an ordinary one among the billion Chinese.

"No wonder Hassler looks down on me."

"It's too hard to practice so early."

Li Qiao turned around and saw Stan coming, and hurried up to say hello.

"I heard Juninho accepted you"?
Li Qiao nodded.

"Hmph, that arrogant guy is quite smart this time."

It turned out that Stan and Juninho had another Liangzi.

It was an internal tactical exchange conference in the school, and all coaches had to participate. When it was Stan's turn, Stan talked non-stop, and everyone nodded repeatedly, feeling that Stan's professional level is really good.

At this moment, Stein suddenly said "Yugoslavia is the Brazil team of Europe". In fact, this metaphor is basically recognized, but there was a laugh from below.

This laughter is not a loud laugh, nor a secret laugh, but the kind of laughter that I want to hold back but can't hold back.

This smile caused everyone to look back, and saw Juninho embarrassingly making a sorry gesture, but in this way, Stan on the stage was a little bit unable to get off the stage, and lost interest, he said a few words and then went off.

After that time, the image of Juninho's defiant attitude spread in the school, but he was so good, and the school's senior management regarded him as a treasure, and everyone couldn't help it.

But Li Qiao didn't know about it. Judging from Stan's tone, it seemed that Stan didn't like Juninho very much, so Li Qiao could only fool around.

The training started at 8:[-], and it was still the basic skills training, jumping the ball and passing the ball, but the difference was that Sandro and El didn't need the basic training anymore, and practiced shooting on the sidelines.

"Eccentric, we are juggling the ball like idiots, and Sandro is practicing shooting," Qi Bing said.

"There's nothing to say about their level," Li Qiao said.

"What's the point? In the future, some people will go to Europe with an annual salary of one million euros. Some people can't find a job and can only play wild football," Qi said.

When it comes to money, Qi Bing is excited, a million euros, the current exchange rate is tens of millions of yuan, and now the BMW 7 series is only about 100 million, and you can buy 10 cars a year.

"Hehe, why are you buying 10 cars by yourself?" Li Qiao asked.

"Buying for fun, having money is self-willed, my dream is that one day in the future no matter what I buy, just say, give me a copy of everything, regardless of the price."

Qi Qi said: "If you have ambition, say 1000 million RMB, you should be able to eat KFC for a lifetime."

Li Qiao was drinking water, when he heard Qi Qi's words, he spat out, coughing and choking, Coach Shi in the distance shouted: "Train seriously".

"Looking at your talent, you know KFC," Qi Bing said.

Qi Rate also felt that it was inappropriate. His first dream in life was to eat KFC three times a day for the rest of his life, but that grand "dream" was set when he was 5 years old. Now that he has grown up, it is indeed inappropriate. The dream should also keep pace with the times.

During the interval of training, Qi led to find Li Qiao.

"What's the matter?"
Don't say Qi rate.

"Say, what's the matter, constipation."

"Told you to promise me."

Li Qiao took a look, didn't tell me to do bad things.

"You speak first, I'll listen to you."

"Juninho accepted you, right?"

Li Qiao understood, this fat man wanted to entrust me with a relationship.

But he pretended not to understand, and asked: "Yeah, what's the matter, you knew it yesterday."

"Yeah, yeah, I thought about it all night and suddenly thought of it."

"What did you think of?"
"I thought I could ask you to intercede for me and let Juninho accept me."

Li Qiao thought: "You are so thick-skinned, you take it for granted that I do things"?
"Oh, it's useless for me to talk about it."

"Don't let you talk for nothing."

"I don't want your stuff," Li Qiao thought.

"After it's done, I'll take care of your KFC this semester."

Li Qiao almost spit out for the second time, but fortunately Li Qiao didn't drink water this time.

It turned out that when Qi Sui was crying when he was a child, his mother said, baby, don’t cry, and mother will take you to eat KFC. As time goes by, Qi Sui thought that everything in this world can be settled with KFC.

Li Qiao knew Juninho's temper, but facing the cute Qi rate in front of him, Li Qiao didn't want to hit him, so he said, "Okay, I'll give it a try."

"Oh yeah", Qi rate forgot that he was on the training ground and shouted. Although it was a break, many teammates still looked over strangely.

Qi Qi slowly sat down in embarrassment. Stan at the side had already seen Qi Qi and said to Coach Shi: "That fat man is not serious."

"Hehe, I think everyone here is the same except Sandro and Li Qiao. After all, they are still children."

"It was the same when you were a child."

"Do not",
"No"?Coach Shi asked puzzledly.

"Because of the war, children in Yugoslavia matured earlier, and they played football more seriously than children in many places."

Coach Shi nodded, "No wonder Yugoslavia is so good at football. In China, children are too used to it, and the living conditions are so good."

"But I saw in the eyes of a child the kind of desire of Yugoslav children, the desire for success."

Coach Shi thought to himself: "Is there such a person in this class?"
Coach Shi understood without asking, because he followed Stan's eyes, and he was looking at Li Qiao.

(End of this chapter)