Fox in the Penalty Area

Zhao Kangming saw Wang Guangwei again on the sidelines of the training field. The latter had returned to Jincheng from the capital, had a rest all night, and participated in the team's training with other teammates early the next morning.

But Zhao Kangming still prepared a targeted training plan for those players who participated in the national team competition.

Mainly restorative training, in order to allow them to adjust their physical condition, the training intensity is not high.

After the training, Wang Guangwei took the initiative to find the head coach Zhao Kangming: "Director Zhao, I have a request..."

"What's the matter, tell me." Zhao Kangming looked at the young man in front of him with a smile.

"I want... Let the team arrange targeted strength training for me to improve my physical resistance."

Zhao Kangming was a little surprised: "Your physical resistance is not bad..."

But he quickly realized what happened: "Is it not good to feel physical confrontation after playing against players in Europe and France and Ukraine? But I think you performed well in the game..."

Wang Guangwei shook his head: "It's not Director Zhao, I want to prepare for the World Cup. We will meet Russia, and I don't want to be blown away by Romanov in the game."

"This..." Zhao Kangming didn't expect that what Wang Guangwei thought of was this.

However, after the initial accident, he had to admit that Wang Guangwei's concerns were very reasonable.

Whether it is Yao Huasheng, Wang Guangwei, or even Mao Junzheng, they are not considered thin among Chinese players, and their physical confrontation ability is not bad in China. However, it is not enough to confront "Ivan the Terrible" Romanov head-on - of course, there are not many people in this world who can confront this giant northern bear at its peak... Fortunately, now The Romanov has obviously started to go downhill, otherwise Zhao Kangming would persuade Wang Guangwei to give up his idea.

The match against Russia is indeed a key match for the Chinese team in the World Cup group stage. If the Chinese team's defense cannot defend against Romanov, they will be in great trouble.

Thinking of this, Zhao Kangming nodded: "It's good that you have this idea, which means that you are really playing football with your brain. I will ask Coach Sun to formulate a strength training plan that suits you. I will try to make you do well in the World Cup. would easily lose to Romanov."

Wang Guangwei smiled again: "Thank you Director Zhao, then I'll go back first."

Zhao Kangming nodded and watched Wang Guangwei leave the training ground.

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"Xing, how is it? I went to Europe to play two games this time. How did you feel?"

Jorge Dillon crossed his arms and looked at Chen Xingyi in front of him, and communicated with him directly in English.

The translator, Yu Jintao, stood by and listened, but did not interrupt.

"Uh...their pace on the field is very fast, even faster than the championship." Chen Xingyi also tried to answer the head coach's questions in English. "There are chances, if I'm in the league, I have about five seconds to handle the ball. But against them, I might only have three or two seconds... a lot of times I'm even subconscious, and Without using your brain to think..."

After listening to Chen Xingyi's words, Dillon nodded: "You are right, Xing. It seems that you really feel something different. The fast pace is a big difference between European football and Chinese football, and it is also a decision. The important reason why you can't win the European teams. But I watched the live broadcast of the game, and your performance is quite good..."

Chen Xingyi grinned: "This is the coach, you teach well!"

Dillon laughed loudly, and patted Chen Xingyi on the shoulder vigorously: "Okay, let's go to training!"

Chen Xingyi came to the training ground, and his teammates also finished their rest, got up and walked into the training ground.

Under the leadership of the assistant coach, the team began to conduct offensive training in a small area-in an area the size of the penalty area, when the offensive team faced the defensive team, they were forced to limit each player to a maximum of two touches: one reception The ball, one pass. Then finally shoot the football into the goal.

Strictly limit the number of touches the offensive team can have,

It is to speed up the rhythm, reduce unnecessary adjustments for players, force them to make the right choice in a very short time, and get rid of the bad habit of slow rhythm before.

For the players of Dashun Golden Arrow, this can be regarded as daily training.

Similar requirements are also reflected in other training programs.

After Dillon's training, Dashun Golden Arrow's performance in the league has indeed changed differently.

Of course, young players like Chen Xingyi are the ones who have changed the most. After all, they are still young, and it is much easier to get rid of their bad habits of playing football than old players.

Chen Xingyi, who is currently undergoing training, seems to be very handy.

Dillon said to Yu Jintao, the interpreter beside him: "As you can see, Xing's speed is obviously faster than others."

Yu Jintao nodded in agreement: "Indeed, among all the players receiving training, Chen Xingyi's progress is the fastest and greatest."

"The talent of a genius is not only manifested in the technical movements of taking the ball on the court, but also in the speed at which he learns new things." Dillon is obviously very satisfied with his proud disciple.

"But the progress he can make in China is basically over. The overall level of the Chinese Super League is still very low. It is impossible for him to make any progress in this low-level league. He still has to go out. After the World Cup , I will have a good talk with him, if he wants to go out, I am willing to contact him, you know I have many friends in Italy and Spain..."

Jorge Dillon looked at Chen Xingyi's agile figure and said.

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"Zhiyuan, have you contacted anyone from Westin Sports in Europe?"

"No, Old Uncle Qiu, how can you care about it? What's the matter, what did Old Maier say?"

"He didn't say anything, just said that you played too little time, and you have to continue to observe."

"Observe..." Lin Zhiyuan curled his lips, seemingly indifferent.

"What did you gain from this European training?"

"I think... I still have the ability to gain a foothold in Europe. In the game against Ukraine, Kotien shot like crazy in the end, and I saved it. So I have strength. Of course, the premise is that Europe Don’t look at me with colored glasses. You know, Uncle Qiu, so far, the main goalkeepers of all the teams in the five major European leagues are white.”

The situation that Lin Zhiyuan said does exist, and if this situation is not mentioned, many people will not care. But once you know it, your first reaction is unbelievable-there are 98 teams in the five major European leagues, how come there is not even a non-white main goalkeeper?

That's true when people look at each team's roster.

Does this imply some kind of discrimination?

Hard to say. Due to the lack of conclusive evidence, deciding who can start and who cannot start depends more on strength than skin color.

But this phenomenon does exist objectively.

Although there were not all white goalkeepers in the past, there were very few black goalkeepers. As for the yellow race as the main goalkeeper, let alone now, it has never appeared in European football in history.

Qiu Xinrong knew this, and he couldn't control what the European teams did. The only thing he could do was to comfort Lin Zhiyuan and tell him not to worry: "You don't have to pay too much attention to this matter..."

"Of course I care about it, old uncle Qiu! What a great opportunity this is!"

"Ah? Good? What's good?" Qiu Xinrong didn't react.

"Because if I can be the main goalkeeper in the five major league teams, wouldn't I be able to create history? Not only the history of Chinese players, but also the history of yellow racers! Just like Liu Feixiang back then, old uncle Qiu Isn’t that a dick?” Lin Zhiyuan pointed his thumb at himself and said proudly with his head raised.

The "Liu Feixiang" he mentioned is the first athlete of yellow race in history to break the monopoly of European and American athletes on the championship of straight sprint events. He is a hero in the history of Chinese sports and Asian sports.

Obviously, Lin Zhiyuan wants to become the "Liu Feixiang" of Chinese football.

"You boy..." Qiu Xinrong finally realized that he shouldn't be worried about Lin Zhiyuan at all, and wanted to comfort him... Is he someone who needs to be comforted by himself? !

"Okay, it's always a good thing to have a dream..."

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Luo Kai was carrying a backpack and stood outside the locker room door of the training base.

He stretched out his hand to grab the doorknob, and then took several deep breaths. It seemed that he had finally made up his mind, and then he unscrewed the handle abruptly and pushed the door in.

When he opened the door and went in, he noticed several eyes shooting at him.

This made the words he was about to say stuck in his throat again.

After seeing him, several eyes quickly retracted. Oh, the one who came was the only Chinese in the team. He had a dull personality and didn't like to talk... Everyone was used to such a taciturn Chinese teammate, so they didn't take it seriously when they saw him.

Those retracted gazes touched Luo Kai.

Because every time he came to the team for training before, he could see such a scene-opening the door, everyone took a look at him, and then went back to do their own things. And he came to his seat alone, listened to the music and began to change his clothes. After changing his clothes, he sat on the stool and swiped his phone.

He is like an invisible person that everyone can't see. Of course, he also hopes that no one can see him, and it's best not to disturb him.

In this way, he doesn't have to communicate with his teammates repeatedly, and he doesn't have to engage in the frightening "ineffective social interaction"...

It looks the same today.

But just when Luo Kai secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he remembered the courage he had finally gathered outside the door.

Not reconciled again.

Why can Hu Lai, but I can't?

Thinking of this, Luo Kai took a deep breath, stood at the door, and said loudly in Dutch: "Hi, good morning everyone!"

Now those teammates in the locker room who had lowered their heads and turned their eyes back to continue doing their own things raised their heads, turned their eyes again, and looked at the Chinese teammates in front of them in surprise.