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Temporary football field.

Xiao Zhang and Ah Xing, who had been practicing their skills for many days, were finally able to participate in the training of the entire team.

Due to sufficient funds, Uncle Ming has recruited many professional players. Although the professionalism of these players is not on the global level, they can be regarded as top-notch in Hong Kong.

A total of thirty players were divided into two teams.

Red team: right forward Ah Xing, left forward Chen Haonan, center Xiao Zhang, and the rest.

Blue Team: The rest of the team waits.

Shh!

A whistle blew.

The relatively weaker blue team took the lead to kick off, but as soon as the football left the blue team player's right foot, it was already stopped by Axing.

Football is played at a distance of no more than five meters.

The blue team players were stunned for a moment.

boom!

A powerful volley.

After the football traced a nearly invisible trajectory in the air, it passed directly over the blue team goalkeeper's body, hit the net, and then fell to the grass.

Judging from the flying speed of the football, such impact force is actually a bit strange, but for the innate master Axing, it is not surprising.

"Yo ho!"

Azingzhi ran towards Xiao Zhang proudly and stretched out his right hand to high-five Xiao Zhang in celebration, but what he received in response was Xiao Zhang's indifferent expression.

A Xing, who was slightly embarrassed, passed Xiao Zhang directly and ran towards Chen Haonan.

However, the raised right hand still did not receive a high-five in response. Chen Haonan's eyes and expression when he looked at him were exactly the same as Xiao Zhang's indifference.

Shh!

There was another whistle.

Uncle Ming, who was lame on one leg, walked over angrily, pointed at Ah Xing and said angrily: "You, OUT!"

At the same time as he spoke, Uncle Ming took out a red card from his pocket.

Axing asked with a shocked look on his face: "Uncle Ming, did you make a mistake? Where did I commit a foul?"

Uncle Ming fought against Asing's head and continued to say angrily: "I am the referee now. If I say you fouled, you fouled. Get out."

Axing pressed Uncle Ming's forehead with his forehead without showing any signs of weakness.

"I didn't commit a foul, you can't let me out, I want to play football, I want to play football!"

Uncle Ming's forehead was a little painful from being pushed. After moving some distance back, the anger on his face showed no sign of dissipating, and his voice became louder than before.

"You want to play football? Are you the only one who wants to play football? All your teammates are standing on the court like stakes? Everyone in the field is watching you play football alone?"

"Axing, football is not a sport for one person, it is a team sport and requires cooperation."

"Every time the opponent kicks off, you rush up to steal the ball, and then volley directly into the goal from the midfield position. Do you still have your teammates in your eyes?"

"Every time you kick off, you have to kick it yourself and then shoot directly into the midfield. Yes, the rules do allow you to shoot directly when kicking off, but do you still have your teammates in your eyes?"

"When your teammates want to kick off, you have to pass the ball. Mr. Xiao personally kicks off and doesn't pass it to you, so you go and steal your teammates. After getting the ball, you shoot directly. No matter where it is... you put your What do teammates think? Do they still need to run? Do they still need to defend?"

"If I match you with ten cripples like me, can you enter the World Cup and win the World Cup?"

"Ah? Really?"

Uncle Ming's repeated questioning had already explained the real reason why Xiao Zhang and Chen Haonan looked down on Ah Xing.

The other players didn't dare to show their faces or express their dissatisfaction. They were even happy to have a teammate like Ah Xing.

Even the members of the blue team knew very well that this was just a training match within the team. When they actually got to the game, Axing was still their teammate.

But neither Xiao Zhang nor Chen Haonan wanted to spoil Ah Xing.

One is the person who wants to control Ah Xing, and the other is the person whose master is more powerful than Ah Xing. Who is afraid of whom?

"this……"

Ah Xing, who was already a little embarrassed, was even more embarrassed now, and he argued feebly: "But isn't the goal of football matches to kick the ball into the opponent's goal? As long as it is within the limits allowed by the rules, if I kick the ball in, won't we? Have you won? The ultimate goal has been achieved, so don’t worry too much about the details, right?”

"I...cough...cough..."

Uncle Ming almost lost his breath and coughed repeatedly before regaining consciousness.

"Then tell me, do we still want to practice?"

"Practice, of course you have to practice. Football is just like martial arts. If you don't practice for a day, your strength will decline."

"Then if you play like this, you are the only one who can touch the ball. Is this also called practicing? Is this also called playing football?"

"Ah? This..."

Ah Xing finally woke up and was about to admit his mistake, but Uncle Ming didn't give him the chance.

"You, go ahead and continue to practice shooting. Anyway, you are fast and don't need any coordination. You can keep up with your teammates no matter what they play."

"But...coach, I really want to play football."

"Practicing shooting is also like playing football. When your teammates are ready to cooperate with you, they can come up."

Axing left the court with a helpless expression.

Uncle Ming waved, and new players were immediately added to the red team, and football training officially began.

Neither Xiao Zhang nor Chen Haonan relied on their martial arts to play football like Ah Xing. Instead, they trained and cooperated with their teammates like ordinary people.

The red team and the blue team actually played in a back-and-forth situation.

This made Axing, who was constantly paying attention to the court while practicing, even more dissatisfied.

"Uncle Ming, what's the point of your training like this? Their strength has not been brought out. The powerful Vajra Kick I taught Xiao Zhang is useless to him. That Chen Haonan knows the internal energy and light kung fu is useless. After kicking like this How do you win on the field?"

Uncle Ming, who retreated to the sidelines, sighed, thinking that Ah Xing was the main reason for his current situation, and patiently explained.

"Football is not as simple as you think. Although I don't understand martial arts, I also know what martial arts is. I even met masters of martial arts on the court, but they still couldn't kick my golden right foot. Why?"

"Football is really a team sport. Speed, strength, and skill alone are of great use, but they are not the only factors that determine the final outcome."

"No matter how fast you are, if you don't understand the opponent's formation changes and attack patterns, it will be difficult to judge where the football will land. Just relying on quick eyes and quick feet, you will be in a state of running blindly throughout the game, and your physical strength will be exhausted. After all, you can’t turn yourself into a robot by practicing martial arts, even if you are a robot, you still need to recharge your batteries.”

"Yes, you can now judge the direction and trajectory of the opponent's football, and you can easily steal it with speed. But that's just because your opponents are too weak. They are just ordinary players. It is impossible in the world championship. Have a chance to play.”

"What if your opponents also know martial arts? What if your opponents are real football masters?"

"A football master who doesn't know martial arts can easily kick a football at a speed exceeding 100 kilometers per hour. You have to chase a football at this speed throughout the game?"

"You ran around and lost your position. Others just played more and played less. Tell me how to win?"

After explanation and questioning, Uncle Ming said earnestly: "Axing, our goal is not to win the Xiangjiang Football Trials, but to win the World Cup, so you must remember one sentence: offense can only win the audience, defense can win the championship." champion."

“But isn’t the best defense the best defense?”

Ah Xing's rhetorical question made Uncle Ming almost lose his breath again.

"You can continue practicing."

After saying these words, Uncle Ming ran to the court and started teaching mode, and then continued training.

Axing sighed. He actually understood what Uncle Ming said, but he was not very willing to admit it.

Cooperating with this kind of thing is not only useful in playing football, but also useful in martial arts.

How could he, who could be regarded as a disciple of Shaolin, not know Shaolin's well-known formations such as Arhat Formation and Bronze Man Formation?

Under normal circumstances, if ten Danjin masters attack him at the same time, it is impossible to put any pressure on him. However, if ten Danjin masters arrange a similar formation, even if he is an innate master, he may not be able to withstand it.

"We still have to stop playing. Mr. Xiao said that he has already started the formalities for the land for the football stadium. As long as it is completed, we will soon have a new international standard football field for training. I can't be there by then." Let’s practice shooting on the side?”

Axing stopped practicing, looked at his teammates on the court, and began to seriously learn some knowledge about positioning and coordination.

Uncle Ming was speaking some distance away from him, but because of his loud voice and his good hearing, he could hear clearly.

Several people came over behind him, but A Xing didn't pay attention. There were many Umbrella Sports staff watching around the stadium, and some Umbrella Group employees came to Xiao Zhang to handle company affairs.

"Hey, kid, don't hold the ball in a daze, hurry up and leave."

The sound coming from behind made Asing stunned. When he turned his head, he saw several people strutting around.

"Why?"

Axing asked in a serious tone.

"Because your football team is going to be gone." Lu Jinqiang chuckled and said, "Don't say I didn't remind you, find a real job as soon as possible and stop daydreaming all day. By the way, call Mr. Xiao for me, just say Something great is coming to your door."

"You'd better make it clear, because..." Axing frowned and said, "It's a big deal that I can't play football."