Born to be a coach [soccer]

To be honest, Anton's kick to stop the ball is nothing compared to the Taekwondo "whirlwind kick" roundabout kick he used last time on the same field.Anton kicked the volley "round kick" last time gorgeously and shockingly, but everyone who saw it knew that it was kicked by a layman's method.

However, Anton just stopped the ball this time, which made everyone "hmm" in their hearts. They didn't expect their head coach to show such a trick.

After Anton stopped this wonderful stop, he pushed the arch of his left foot and passed the ball to the feet of assistant coach Russell.Although his arch pass is very basic, it doesn't seem like someone who has never played football can pass it.It's just that everyone here is professional, and this kick is very standard, but unpretentious.Everyone didn't care that much anymore.

Russell is not a vegetarian coach either. With a hook on his toes, he has already picked up the ball, bowed left and right, and started juggling the ball.

The fans in the distance applauded when they saw it.There is also a home camera, which is holding up in his hand to film the training of Sunderland's coaches and players.

Anton immediately gestured to captain Garnabi.Garner understood, and immediately gathered the players together and formed a circle. Everyone started to fight for the circle, and Russell was watching from the sidelines.Anton called Vardy and Colbeck, took them back to the training base, pointed to the locker room, and said in a cold voice: "Go and clean yourself up, and then come to my office!"

Vardy and Colbeck glanced at each other and went away angrily.Anton didn't care about the headaches for these two brats. He took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, and after connecting, he greeted: "Good afternoon, professor, I'm Anton!"

The professor Andrea Friedrich he contacted is a well-known doctor who specializes in sports injuries and is based in London.The other party also greeted enthusiastically: "Oh, it's Anton! Do you want to ask about Fernando Torres?"

Before Anton should be there, the doctor had already explained Torres' situation in one breath: "His surgery was successful, and he can start recovery training immediately, the league? No problem! The World Cup? No problem..."

It was related to Torres' injury, Anton listened patiently, thanked the professor, and asked again: "I actually want to ask..."

"You want to ask about Bernard! Don't worry, he is fine. When you had a game two days ago, I also observed some very exciting new states. When you come to London again, We can just do some research together..."

The professor continued on the other end of the phone like this, as if he had no head.

Anton almost laughed, but what the professor said was really what he cared about, so after the other party finished talking one by one, Anton finally asked: "Professor, do you still remember what I asked you before, with my body Conditions and age, can you still play football?"

The professor replied bluntly: "Oh, Anton, I told you a long time ago. In fact, depending on your physical condition, it is no problem to start at any time. You have practiced Taekwondo since you were young, and your body speed and strength are fine. Especially It’s the strength and flexibility of the waist—have you ever seen those players on TV shooting volleys or even barbs? Those are all based on the strength of the waist, which is actually the same as some of the ways you develop strength in taekwondo...”

The professor said a long string, aiming to illustrate a point: want to play football?Anton, you can do it!

He had just finished speaking, and before Anton could speak, the professor exclaimed: "Oh, my next patient has arrived, Anton, let's chat in detail when you come to London next time." Just hung up the phone.

Anton: ...

In fact, what he wanted to ask was why he was able to play football all of a sudden.

Could it have something to do with the few player skills basic packages he has practiced very well in "Life in the Green" recently?Ball-stopping skills...it's definitely in there too.However, can the skills acquired in the virtual world really be brought to the real world?If this is the case, how can the virtual worlds in "Life in Greenery" that are realistic enough to be believed be distinguished from the real world?

Anton looked at his hand and shook it, feeling that it was the same as before.Think again about his stop of the ball just now: the movement was purely natural, like a conditioned reflex, when the ball came, he stretched out his foot and stopped.

Maybe he exercised his judgment and reaction in the game, and then showed this ability in the real world?So when the ball came, he accurately judged the landing point, responded in time, and the technical movements were not deformed?

Seems like that makes sense too!

But Anton has always been cautious, and thinking of the black cat "Larry" visiting his room last time, Anton still couldn't convince himself completely.

But at this time, he didn't have time to think about it any more. Two brawlers who fought on the training ground came to him.Both Vardy and Colbeck changed out of their training clothes at this time, and stood outside Anton's office in casual clothes.

"coach!"

"Mr. Anton!"

These two people have to be serious about their names, one has to be called "coach" and the other has to be changed.

Anton let them in, Vardy closed the door, and the two stood together in Anton's office with their heads bowed.But no one spoke.

"Is anyone willing to tell me what's going on now?" Anton stood up, turned his back to the two boys, and went to the office window by himself, looking at the gray sky outside.

"I was wrong!" said Colbeck stiffly. "I shouldn't have laughed at Jamie for not being football material or saying he deserved to be kicked out by Sheffield Wednesday!"

This is not an apology and admitting a mistake, this is adding fuel to the fire!

As expected, Vardy's breathing became urgent again: "Coach, I admit that I was a little anxious today. I was not confident enough in the training game, and I was not concentrated enough when catching the ball, but should I endure this kind of ridicule? ?"

Anton coughed.Vardy immediately lowered his head: "I'll do it first... hit someone, no!"

The two lowered their heads, and clearly heard Anton heaving a sigh of relief, with admiration in his mouth: "It's snowing!"

The two troublemakers: ... what?

"It's snowing!" Anton stretched out his hand to open the window, and fresh air immediately poured in.The two raised their heads quietly and saw that heavy snow was falling profusely from the gray sky.There were cheers and laughter outside, obviously the visiting fans were having fun on the field.

At this time, Anton turned around and clapped his hands together: "I thought of how to punish you two!"

"Tomorrow, the team's schedule is to train at the Stadium of Light. The Stadium of Light does not have a turf heating system. It won't melt when it snows. Someone needs to clean it up. The cleaning staff is just you two!"

"Remember to wear more!" Before leaving, Anton did not forget to tell the two guys.

It snowed all night and finally stopped the next day.Everywhere is covered in silver, and the Stadium of Light is no exception.There's a nice six inches of snow on the turf here, but with the Championship fixtures running short and the next game just around the corner, team training is a must.

Since the club introduced a modern joint-stock company management structure in 2003, Peter Mills, the turf maintainer of the Stadium of Light, has gained a dignified name-the venue director.There was such a heavy snowfall last night, Peter rushed to the Stadium of Light early, ready to start cleaning.

As Anton said, the Stadium of Light is not like some large stadiums in the north, where heating equipment is installed under the turf.The snow on the turf here must be removed manually.

Mills pulled out the plow and pulled out a push bucket.At this time, he received a call: "Coach?... Hey, is there such a good thing?"

"Okay, I see!" Mills hung up the phone with a "sinister" smile on his face.He hurried to the staff entrance of the Stadium of Light, opened the door, and let in two young men.Mills looked at them, smug: "Boys, you've shoveled all the snow, I'm going to the office for a cup of hot tea!"

Vardy and Colbeck glanced at each other, and they both meant to blame each other: If it wasn't for each other, why would they come to suffer this early in the morning?

But Anton said that if they didn't shovel all the snow on the field before the team arrived, the two of them would be sent to the reserve team, effective immediately.The two had to come.

When Vardy saw the snowplow, he snorted and said, "I've used this thing before, I'll go drive it, and you push the snow plowed away by the car."

Without looking back, Colback dragged the snow plowing bucket and went directly to the other side of the field.

So Vardy drove a snowplow here, but he could only shovel the snow on the turf to both sides.When the snow plow drove to the other end and turned around, it returned the snow that had already been shoveled.There is only a green turf exposed on the field, which is the section he just drove.

On the other side, Colbeck also encountered difficulties. He could not shovel the thick snow accumulated on the turf with just a push bucket.And he tried his best, just halfway through the push, the push bucket was full of snow, and he couldn't push anymore.Colbeck's face was flushed red, and he was breathing white, thinking about his fate of being sent to the reserve team, he was so anxious that he didn't know what to do.

At this time, "Venue Director" Mills appeared with a cup of hot tea, laughed "hehe" at Colbeck, and said, "Red-haired boy, football is an eleven-person sport, if you can't play it in your heart If you agree with this point, you will never have the chance to enter the first team in your life. I advise you to give up your heart and stop wasting your efforts!"

"Eleven people's movement!" It was not the first time for Colbeck to hear such words, but this time he heard them with special emotion. He opened his eyes and looked at Mills, speechless for a long time.

At this time, only the roar of the snowplow was heard, and Vardy drove the snowplow over. He jumped out of the car and reached out to Colbeck: "Boys, let's do it together! You don't want to be sent to the reserve team, do you?" ?”

Colbeck hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand to Vardy: "Let's do it together!"

"I'm older, I'll push the bucket, and you drive the snowplow!" Vardy said.

Colback said stubbornly: "It's okay, I'll come... I haven't driven a snowplow before..."

Vardy almost laughed out loud, held back his strength, and said, "Yeah, after all, no one is born to drive a snowplow."

Colback: ...

So Vardy hopped on the plow and shoveled a path through the turf.Colback followed him, pushing the shoveled snow to the edge of the field.In the end, he couldn't push anymore, and suddenly a figure appeared beside him, with his hands on the handle of the push bucket, he said at the same time: "Brother, work harder!"

This is Vardy jumping off the snow plow, and together with Colbeck, they pushed all the snow to the sidelines with all their strength.

In this way, every time Vardy shoveled a path, he would jump off the snowplow and, together with Colbeck, shovel away the floating snow.

The author has something to say: Thank you for your strong support in the activity of saving character yesterday (very happy), and I am also very, very grateful to everyone who voted for Bawang votes and genuine subscriptions.The next character-building event for the home team will be held on Wednesday, everyone must come! [Hold fist.jpg]