Golden Greenery

There is no better start than this. Forty-five minutes, one pass and three shots, a hat-trick. Let everyone else become Zhuoyang's background board.

The fans of the home team who have persisted until now have extremely complicated emotions. It stands to reason that they should feel sorry for their own team, but they were deeply impressed by the visiting team's Chinese kid, and they couldn't help but want to applaud him in their hearts. They should hate him for being a broken-leg maniac and an executioner, but they want to love him as much as he is for being a leaping elf and a magical sorcerer.

Love or hate? What kind of entanglement is this!

On the return bus, everyone in the Fort Madey youth team sang songs all the way, and all they had to do was eat hot pot. The little pig, Schweinsteiger, joked with everyone happily, having a great time. He barely counted two passes and one shot today, and the young stars of Fort Maddie showed their ferociousness for the first time.

Zhuoyang deliberately sat next to Klopp, because he discovered a very serious problem today.

Zhuoyang has something to say.

"Sir, I think my physical fitness may be a big problem." He only participated in the second half of the game for forty-five minutes today, but at the end of the game, Zhuoyang almost collapsed from running.

"Yes, I have discovered it, and this is one of the reasons why I let you play as a substitute." Klopp admired Zhuoyang's ability to discover problems by himself.

"I hope you can help me make a professional physical training program. I don't want to play half a game forever."

"Zhuo, do you know? Physical fitness on the court is a very wide-ranging thing. It's not just as simple as how long you can run and how far you can run." Klopp is undoubtedly an expert in this area. "Your lack of physical fitness is one aspect, and your inability to allocate physical energy reasonably is another aspect."

"Rationally allocate physical energy, what does that mean?"

"You are always sprinting and getting rid of constantly on the field, and you are always in a state of high consumption." Klopp patiently explained to Zhuoyang. "During the competition, you don't have to keep sprinting all the time, like a beautiful piano piece, doesn't it? It has to have cadences and priorities. And this kind of thing is called rhythm."

In the next period of time, Klopp gave Zhuoyang a detailed science education on physical fitness. How to scientifically allocate physical strength during the game, and how to make the most correct movement with the least physical energy consumption.

Four or two strokes!

A brand new window opened before Zhuoyang's eyes. The joy of victory and the heaviness of discovering the problem were intertwined. At this moment, everything suddenly became clear. It is not terrible to find a problem, but the terrible thing is not knowing the solution to the problem. Some methods are just a layer of window paper, which needs to be gently poked by someone who understands it.

"Zhuo, you are a genius, but you still have many problems that need to be discovered and solved by yourself." Under Klopp's scruffy appearance, he couldn't hide a smart brain. "When you solve these problems, you will become a perfect player. Your future is limitless. Zhuo, I will help you!"

"Thank you, sir!" Zhuoyang and Klopki were full of enthusiasm.

The joy continued in the bus compartment, and everyone was a happy lark.

There was only one exception—Duke Motley!

Duke felt like the coaches were targeting him, the players were targeting him, the club six was targeting him.

Why do you all like Zhuoyang? Why did you let Zhuoyang get lucky and steal the limelight? Duke felt that the singing and joy in the bus were deliberately made by everyone to make him angry.

Duke went from depressed to angry.

The sky is always wide, just like some people are narrow.

The source of some people's anger is simply because not everyone is used to him!

Back in Hannover, the youth team scattered like birds and beasts. The six-person group in the nightclub is full of "sex", and Mertesacker proposes to enter the "illusion", congratulations to Zhuo Yang, congratulations to Madibao, and congratulations to the youth team.

The proposal was then passed unanimously. The six people yelled "I walked by you alone" and rushed towards the 'illusion'.

None of them saw Klopp's resentful eyes in the corner.

The same singing competition, the same bikini girl, Zhuoyang and Xiaozhu have the same pissing escape.

It was already late when we returned to the dormitory, Zhuoyang let the excitement dissipate a little bit, then turned on the computer to watch the message, only to see the message from Jiushan—something happened at home.

To be precise, something happened to Lao Mu.

Because the message on the computer was not very clear, Zhuoyang looked at his watch and calculated the time difference. It should be early morning in China. No matter so much, a call was made to Jiushan.

The timing was very accurate, Jiushan didn't get up after waking up, and the phone was connected after a while. Halfway across the earth, with little effort, I figured out the ins and outs of the whole thing.

The matter is not complicated, Lao Mu beat up the man for the sake of a girl.

There was a girl who had been with Lao Mu for a few days, but was cheated of sex and money. Not to mention letting a little boy play for nothing, he even set up his own glass Guanyin, which is said to be Tongzhi. By the time the little girl's film got a taste, Liuli Guanyin had already been sold somewhere, and all the money was spent.

It's not a big deal to be cheated by sex, that thing comes with its own equipment, but that Qing Dynasty thing makes the girl feel very distressed. Who made the girl obsessed with sex at that time, and gave her brain to others for nothing. It was specially left for her by the girl's grandmother before she died.

Niu went to Lao Mu and cried, Lao Mu is a nostalgic person.

He tried his best not to harm the girl he was with, and it was okay to help if he could, and he would definitely not do the thing of turning his face and ignoring her when he put on his pants, that would be too demoralizing. Although Lao Mu is a flower-hearted radish seedling, and the small head leads the big head, he often says that he is Chu Liuxiang, who is romantic but not obscene.

Ocean retorts him: Merry is just a dirty excuse.

Ocean is a man of culture!

Lao Mu found someone in the billiards hall, and he was so angry that he became a concubine. If there was a disagreement, Lao Mu smashed the opponent's spleen with a pool cue. The owner of the billiard hall called 120 and took him to the hospital. That night, Lao Mu had the police handcuff him from his home.

"Yang Haiyang and I heard the news. By the time we rushed over, the old Mu people had already been handed over to the branch office." Jiu Shan sighed.

"Then what's the progress now?" Zhuoyang was a little anxious. "Can't it be private?"

"The spleen of the one who was beaten needs to be removed. His father is a deputy director of the National Taxation Department. It has already been said that the family is not short of money, but they want to punish Lao Mu. He has to be imprisoned for a few years to relieve his anger."

"Fuck!" Zhuoyang was filled with depression when he heard it. "Then what does Uncle Mu say? He has so many old subordinates."

"Hey, you still don't know about our Uncle Mu's bad temper? He was so stubborn that he wanted to lose face, and even beat old Mu's horses in front of the police." Jiu Shan said helplessly. "If the police hadn't stopped him, Lao Mu could have been executed on the spot."

Uncle Mu is from Shandong, and he has been stubborn since he was a child. In 1944, the thirteen-year-old Uncle Mu who had been bullied set fire to the house of the false security chief, and went into the mountains to throw eight routes. From then on, he followed Luo Ronghuan's troops to fight north and south, and went through life and death many times under the hail of bullets.

Uncle Mu has been respected all his life, and his face is bigger than the sky.

The police car flashed bright lights at the door of the house. In front of the old neighbors, old neighbors, old comrades-in-arms, and old subordinates, the son was taken away. For Uncle Mu, having his face stripped clean was worse than death. He would rather never have this son, even if this is a precious old son who is always happy. Therefore, when it comes to Lao Mu, Uncle Mu never bows his head, doesn't beg for help, doesn't speak soft words, and is both stinky and tough.

"It's also helpful to ask our aunt (Old Mu's mother) to find those old subordinates of Uncle Mu? They won't give up this little face."

"Don't mention it, my aunt went, let Uncle Mu find out, and scolded me. She also went to warn his old subordinates that no one should take care of this matter. It's gone!" Jiushan's mood was obviously not high.

Uncle Mu has a bad temper, and he doesn't have so many twists and turns in his mouth.

During the Second Battle of the Korean War that year, Uncle Mu led his company to the pass of a mountain range, but he didn't let the Americans take a step forward. The Yankees took advantage of the air superiority and threw bombs over their faces. After the throwing, the F-82 Mustang fighter jets were still flying around in the valley to tease the Chinese. There was nothing they could do to bully the volunteers. Uncle Mu's violent temper immediately exploded, and he let the soldiers throw stones down from the top of the mountain in a fit of frustration. The American pilot drove the plane away with a black line on his head.

Uncle Mu is proud again.

Mention the American Uncle Mu with a look of contempt. "The Yankees are good at weapons. They hit us from a long distance, either shells or bombs, so they dare not rush towards us. They are terribly afraid of death." When mentioning this past, Uncle Mu always beamed with joy. "It's not that we underestimate them. If we dare to rush to the front, let's fight with bayonets. A squad of our soldiers can easily defeat a platoon of them." Uncle Mu concluded.

"Just one word - Coward!!"

The proud Uncle Mu is in his early 40s and has not yet married. His organization is not good enough. Lalang introduces Old Mu's mother, who is much younger than Uncle Mu, and orders him to get married. Uncle Mu now has a family. First had two daughters, in their early fifties, and finally had Lao Mu.

The only way for the violent Uncle Mu to educate his children is to beat them, the only difference is whether they hold things in their hands or not.

Uncle Mu is much older than Zhuo Yang's father Zhuo Tongtong and the others, strictly speaking, they are two generations old. Zhuo Yang and his generation called Uncle Mu according to the seniority of their classmates, while Zhuo Tongtong and the others called Uncle Mu's post before he retired—Mr. Mu.

Uncle Mu was furious. My son couldn't go to school, so he managed to survive until he graduated from high school at the age of eighteen and was ready to serve in the army. But if such a thing happened at the critical moment of the conscription trial, it must be a mess. With a criminal record, there is no need to serve as a soldier and eat imperial food in the future.

How could Uncle Mu not be disappointed? Mourn its misfortune!

Zhuoyang and Jiushan sighed for a while, they could do nothing, they were still big kids, how much social resources would they have to settle this matter?

Talking about the situation of conscription, Jiushan is going well. After passing the cultural examination, physical examination, and political examination once, they are waiting for the troops to come to pick them up.

"I heard that we are going to Hebei." There was expectation in his tone.

"It's a large force, the army." People in the compound are used to calling the army a large force to distinguish other military services such as the navy and air force, the Second Artillery and the Armed Police.

"When you arrive in the army, it will not be so convenient to contact you again." The army has military rules, and mobile phones and computers are not things that ordinary soldiers can carry and own privately.

"It's okay, when I'm on vacation, if I go back to China, I'll visit you." Zhuoyang comforted Jiushan.

After saying take care to each other, the two teenagers hung up the phone respectively.

During this day, too many things happened, the body and brain were a little sleepy, Zhuoyang fell asleep drowsily.

——+—+——

In the morning, he woke up vigorously and went to finish the open class. Zhuoyang immediately went back to the dormitory to catch up on sleep. Because there was a game yesterday, there is no training today, and the team is on holiday. After waking up in bed in the afternoon, Zhuoyang didn't care about his hungry stomach, and first replayed yesterday's game twice in his mind, just like playing a video repeatedly. After the brain and muscles had a complete memory of the details of the game, I got up and washed, and then went to satisfy my stomach.

After resuming training on Tuesday, Zhuoyang got a detailed physical training plan from Klopp. This is a plan specially formulated for Zhuoyang by Klopp and the coaching staff for a whole day. The training book is very detailed, aerobic and anaerobic, with and without the ball, long-distance running and sprinting, strength and endurance, everything is covered.

Zhuoyang is a genius, he has a super brain ability, so no matter what he learns, he can get twice the result with half the effort. The brain coordinates the motor memory of the muscles, so Zhuoyang has no obstacles in motor skills at all, it just depends on whether he wants to or not. However, fitness is an exception. The brain can't manage endurance, it can't control the oxygen carrying capacity of muscles and blood. Therefore, physical fitness can only be improved through steady training, step by step, day by day, there is no chance at all, and there is no shortcut at all.

However, Zhuoyang was fearless.

After the daily routine technical and tactical training, and after the teammates dispersed, Zhuoyang began his arduous and perseverance-testing physical training. According to the plan, he progressed step by step every day. The weight room and the track were covered with his sweat. Zhuoyang's teammates only saw his genius before, but now they see his hard work.

The scary thing is not that others are more talented than you, nor is it that others work harder than you. The most frightening thing is that people who are more talented than you work harder than you! —— Zhuo Tongtong

On the first day, Zhuoyang practiced alone.

The next day, Piggy Schweinsteiger stayed with him and practiced dribbling and shooting by himself.

On the third day, all six members of the club stayed.

On the training field, there were six young figures, six cheerful men, and from time to time there were laughing and playing with each other until it was completely dark. When they left together, the lights in the city could not hide the bright stars in the sky.

Jurgen Klopp stood on the balcony of his dormitory, quietly watching what happened.