There is a dream called football

Chapter 14 Conflict on the training ground

"hurry up."

Being late on the first day, it was a random draw. Assemble at 7 o'clock, Lei Wen got up at 6 o'clock, had a little something in the restaurant, and at 6:[-], he and Li Qiao arrived at the training ground.

Lei Wen raised his head and looked at the camera, "Li Qiao, it's early morning in Madrid. Could it be that the technical experts in Madrid wake up in the early morning to watch our training?"

"It's probably possible to watch the video, who knows!"

At this moment, teammates came one after another. After a while, coach Sanz also arrived, and the players stood in line.

Sans looked at his watch, "It's 7 o'clock, call roll."

"Jia Liang."

"arrive."

"Chu..."

"Here, head, my name is Chu Fan."

"how to pronounce?"

"FAN."

"Okay, we'll talk about it later."

Sans is pronounced by English pronunciation, so there will be some inaccuracies.

"Li Qiao."

"arrive."

……

"Raven."

"arrive."

There are 20 people, and the roll call is at the end, and there is still one short.

"Chen Xuan."

"Chen Xuan."

Sans scratched his head and smiled, "Could it be another problem with my pronunciation?" He waved at Raven in the front row.

"This is in Chinese, you can call it for me."

"It is indeed Chen Xuan, that's right, Chen Xuan! Chen Xuan!"

Still no answer.

At this moment, a big man hurried over, "I'm Chen Xuan, here I come!"

Sans immediately put on a straight face, "You're late."

Chen Xuan was tall, a head taller than Li Qiao, obviously either a center forward or a central defender, but he was like a child who made a mistake.

"Head, my alarm clock is broken."

Sans shook his finger, "I don't accept excuses."

Sans has the right to deduct points, that is, after the technical experts score, Sans still has the right to deduct points, but he will not use his rights lightly.

Chen Xuan was afraid, and said with a slightly trembling voice: "Head, you can punish me, run circles, do push-ups, just don't deduct points from me."

Sans chuckled in his heart, and his attitude of admitting his mistake was not bad, so he pointed to a small door in the distance.

This is a small goal, one meter by one meter, for practice passing and shooting.

"The first one on the left, kick it in, then it will be written off."

Before Chen Xuan could react, Sans hooked a ball and passed it to him.

"Can't you score?" Chen Xuan asked back.

Sans spread his hands, "Then today's training, others start with 100 points, but you start with 90 points."

Depend on.

The teammates looked at each other, and they were a few minutes late, and 10 points were gone. The Argentines are indeed very strict.

At this point, Chen Xuan calmed down. Since there is no choice, you should bite the bullet.

"A few chances, head!"

"just one time."

"it is good."

The distance from the ball to the wicket is about 20 meters, which is quite difficult. In this case, it is more reliable to kick the ball close to the ground, just like a golf putter.

Chen Xuan was a striker when he was in the echelon. His footwork was good, but he was not so accurate. He took aim and pushed lightly with the arch of his foot.

The ball rolled towards the goal. Some people hoped that he would score, while others hoped that he would not. Finally, when the ball rolled into the goal, Chen Xuan jumped up, "I scored, I scored."

"Hehe, next time you're late, you won't be so polite." Sans patted Chen Xuan, who was sweating on his forehead.

Sans is a very experienced coach. Basic training and tactics come next. The most important thing is basic skills, and the focus of basic skills inspection is on small-scale confrontation, so he arranged two-on-two group confrontation.

"The next two-on-two group confrontation, each group has two small goals, no goalkeeper is required, and the confrontation practice is performed within the range I have designated."

"Attention, not whoever scores more goals is good, assists are also very important, or it is a beautiful defense."

"Anyway, don't fool me, and don't even try to fool the ubiquitous cameras."

The players nodded.

"First of all, I want to ask you a question, who wants to play at the back."

As soon as these words came out, 20 people were stunned for a moment.

Whether it is in South America or China, the dream of playing football is to play as a striker, to score goals, and to score many goals. No one naturally hopes to play as a defender.

Lucio, the main central defender of the Brazilian team, played as a striker when he was a child, but unfortunately, Brazil has more offensive talents than stars in the sky. He can only play in the midfield, but he found that Brazil also has a lot of midfield talents. In the end, he changed to play as a defender, which is why he became famous.

Just as everyone was looking at me and I was looking at you, I saw a slightly simple and honest big man raised his hand.

"I."

Sans smiled and walked towards him quickly, "What's your name?"

"Guo Shuang."

"Why do you like playing defender?"

"Because I like Italian football."

"Nesta?"

Guo Shuang smiled and scratched his head.

Sans patted him, "I hope you will become an excellent defender. You can fully demonstrate your defensive talents later, and our technical experts will see it."

"Thank you, Head."

Sans began to group, first of all, self-matching, which he fully respects the wishes of the players, and he will arrange the rest.

Li Qiao and Lei Wen stood together.

Sans took a look, and some of them have already formed small teams. This is not a bad thing, tacit understanding is very important, and it is normal for those who come to play football to become friends.

For those who have already been grouped, he no longer interferes.

In the end, there were two people left, one was Chen Xuan, and the other was Guo Shuang. They were naturally in a group with Li Qiao and Lei Wen.

"Go to training, ask me any questions at any time, children, I emphasize again, don't fight, the consequences will be serious."

Li Qiao, Lei Wen, Chen Xuan and Guo Shuang came to the designated area to start training.

"What are we practicing?" Chen Xuan asked.

"Let's warm up first." Li Qiao suggested.

"Alright."

After a few rounds of back and forth running to warm up, I started to grab the lap. Don't look at the simplicity of grabbing the lap, but there is a lot of knowledge in it. The ball grabbing is based on prediction.

After everyone scrambled for a lap, the official confrontation began. Li Qiao protected the ball and Lei Wen moved. Suddenly, Chen Xuan leaned on Li Qiao with his body, and the latter fell to the ground immediately.

"You can't resist."

"It's a foul on your move."

Chen Xuan raised his hands high, "I didn't raise my arms, and I resisted reasonably. To be honest, you are very skilled, but you can't play professional football."

Li Qiao's face turned blue and red. I have to say that Chen Xuan is not comparable to those half-baked guys in class 8. His body is that of a professional player, and the confrontation is not at the same level at all.

"Football is not spoken with your mouth." Li Qiao got up and pulled the soles of his feet to protect the ball.

"Haha, let me teach you a lesson. Technology without confrontation is worthless."

While speaking, Chen Xuan once again put Li Qiao down on the ground with a strong card position, this time Li Qiao called out, "Let's let the head judge!"

(End of this chapter)