Football: the history of the first ball

The father and son walked to the door, and a bald man with a height of 1.9 meters [-] came in. He was extremely sturdy and had a tattoo of the Manchester City team logo on his arm, which showed that he was a diehard Manchester City fan.

He is Hook, and there is a photo of his huge head on the hotel signboard.

In the photo, he has a football on his head, and a line of words is written on the football: Victory belongs to Manchester City.

Although Hook may look tall and majestic, he looks fierce, but he is very friendly to customers who come to the door.

Seeing Xiao Shandou staggering, Hook hurriedly reached out his hand to help him: "Welcome to Hook's bar, are you also a Manchester City fan? This is the first time we meet."

Even though Xiao Shan is drunk, he can still recognize people.He excitedly patted Hooker on the shoulder: "You are the boss Hooker, let me tell you, I am not only a fan of Manchester City, my son also signed a player contract with Manchester City U17 today, I am happy, I am happy ..."

Hook looked at Xiao Jian, came over and shook hands with Xiao Jian seriously: "Young man, congratulations, as long as you can play in the Premier League in the future, I will become your die-hard fan."

Don't look at this Hu Ke as a big and three rough, what he said is very useful.

"We'll be your fans too."

At some point, Xiao Jian and his son were already surrounded by more than a dozen fans from the store.

They were still very happy to see the young Manchester City players who had just signed in the shop.

Because for Manchester City, every signing of a young player means signing a point for the future of Manchester City. Senior fans not only care about the first team, but also care about the development of the youth team.

Hook seemed to have remembered something: "You are not the Xiao from China that was reported in the newspaper, you have a bet with Manchester United u17 coach Comans."

As soon as he said this, the fans next to him also remembered, and their emotions were ignited.

"Haha, it's you, I remember the photo in the newspaper."

"Don't be afraid, young man, we support you to face Comans."

Xiao Jian smiled slightly: "Yes, it's me."

Hook laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Come on, young man, we want to toast you, wish you will play, and you will score goals."

"Thank you, but drinking is not now. If I win the bet, I will come here with my father to celebrate that night."

Hook happily stretched out a palm as big as a table tennis racket, and clapped Xiao Jian's palms: "It's decided, if you come, all your consumption will be free, and all our fans would like to toast you."

Back in the small apartment, Xiao Jian looked at Xiao Shan who was lying on the bed and muttering to himself, feeling deeply moved.

Although Xiao Shan was lying drunk on the bed, his expression was very happy, and he was still waving his hands to point Jiang Shan: "My son, his name is Xiao Jian, he is now a player of Manchester City, whether he is good or not, haha, let me ask you Awesome? He is my son. He will enter the Premier League in the future, and he will score goals in the Premier League. Don’t you believe it? I’ll let my son prove it to you. Who dares to say that we Chinese can’t play football? , I fucking kicked him to death..."

Xiao Shan spoke the drunken words in his dream, but two lines of tears flowed down his face.

Only Xiao Jian, who is also a Huaxia fan, understands why Xiao Shan lost his composure. Huaxia fans feel bitter, and being a parent of a young Huaxia player feels even more bitter.

The next day, Xiao Jian ate breakfast and went to the training ground early. Last night he practiced jumping and shooting in the ball king sleep system.

As a result, after he went, he found that he was the first to arrive at the stadium.

So he started bouncing the ball to warm up.

The old horse in the system taught him juggling skills last night, which is really different from what he learned in the past.The same basic juggling, the feeling of the old horse is different.

Maradona regards juggling as an art, and he told Xiao Jian his perception of juggling, which made Xiao Jian suddenly enlightened.

And his juggling was directly pointed out by the old horse as being too blunt.

In the system, he found that he learned very quickly.Later, the ball jumping training began to become more difficult, and he would bounce the ball when there was interference.

Running, bouncing around pillars, dodging people, one bouncing ball made him tired like a dog.

After five hours of juggling, he finally realized the secret of the old horse's juggling -- relaxation and happiness.Whether it is movement or psychology, you must relax and be happy. The ball is your favorite and best toy.

He believes he will make faster progress as training continues.

Teammates came in twos and threes, and Xiao Jian was concentrating on juggling the ball. At this moment, Jason walked over from a distance and saw Xiao Jian juggling the ball. He had a strange feeling.

In all fairness, Xiao Jian's sense of the ball is not in his eye, but he has a feeling that this kid has unlimited potential.

Xiao Jian was very relaxed when he was juggling the ball, his expression was very happy, and his eyes flashed with great love for football.

Players who don't love football will never play well.

Many players in Huaxia who don't have much talent don't like playing football very much, but they embarked on this path under the supervision of their parents.For example, Xiao Jian's predecessor.

However, some truly gifted or even genius children were buried unconsciously because football was not developed in their location, or due to various reasons.

Xiao Jian has a lot of juggling tricks. Even if it is a very difficult juggling trick, if he fails, his movements appear to be very relaxed, which is rare.

Why do some players stop at a certain level, because their movements are too rigid and rigid.Such a player has a very low ceiling.

As soon as the whistle sounded, Xiao Jian stopped juggling the ball, and gathered around Jason and the fitness coach with his teammates.

Jason said: "We will have physical dribbling training this morning. You will go to practice physical fitness with Coach Allen in a while, and we will practice technical skills in the afternoon. In addition, I want to tell you a good news. On Sunday, our U17 team will compete with Manchester United U17. For a match, you have to perform well in training, only excellent players can be selected for that match."

So fast?Are you going to play against Manchester United so soon?

Jason saw Xiao Jian's eyes light up and knew what he was thinking.

"Xiao Jian, I think there are some problems with your physical fitness. In the game against Manchester United, I need to impress me with your state and attitude. Go train hard."

Foden, who was next to Xiao Jian, bumped him lightly with his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "You have to be careful, Alan is a devil, I hope you can last until the afternoon."

"Boys, come here quickly, let me see if your physical fitness is a rookie or a weak chicken."

Allen was an assistant and a passionate physical trainer, clapping his hands and yelling to boost morale.

When the first stage of physical training was over, the whistle sounded for a break, and Xiao Jian fell on the grass like a martyr who had been shot.

He was drenched all over, panting like a sick cow pulling a heavy plow.

After resting for a while, he finally had the strength to speak, and he murmured: "He is really a devil."

Foden, who was lying next to him, seemed to have enough physical strength, he smirked: "You can persevere, I thought you wouldn't be able to hold on, and I have good news for you, the fun is yet to come."

Alan's voice rang in Xiao Jian's ear: "Xiao, you are too weak. Don't you want to play against Manchester United? Don't you want Comans to slap yourself? Get up the fuck, our The training has just begun..."

Xiao Jian got up with a grim face, and cheered up in his heart: Next week will be a duel with Manchester United, practice hard, boy!