Pampas waist

Chapter 23 Wenger

The next day, the Yokohama International Football Stadium was filled with roaring waves and a tsunami.

This football stadium was completed and opened in 1998. It looks like a toilet seat wrapped in iron, but it is very large inside and can accommodate 70,000 spectators. The enthusiasm of Japanese fans is crazy. Even for U12 to U15 games, seven

All the 10,000 seats were filled. Many fans had Japanese flags painted on their faces, headscarves tied on their heads, and flags waving in their hands. The cheers were earth-shattering.

"Hey! Shinji Kagawa passed the ball at the top of the arc! The ball is very fast, isn't it too big! Can Honda catch up?! Nani! Honda surpassed the defender for the second time!!!

!The ball went in!”

"OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! The goal was scored by Keisuke Honda, No. 10 of the J-League United Youth Training Team. Wow! His goal was really incredible. He forcibly overtook the defender of the Longxing team and got the ball while he was lagging behind.

Later, he passed two people on the baseline and pushed the ball into the far corner! He is definitely the future star of our Japanese football!"

"Four to zero! The game has entered the second half of the 30 minutes, and there is not much time left for the Shanzhou Longxing team!"

"Honda-kun, charge!!!"

"Long live Keisuke Honda!!"

"Japanese football, the whole world, please witness!!!"

Four to zero, the score gap was very big, the commentators roared passionately, and the fans even danced excitedly in the stands.

"I said Chen Mo, have you played with people of this level before? They are too weak."

In the audience, Pique tilted his head and looked at Chen Mo with some surprise. Chen Mo shook his head: "I know a few of them and have played against them. They are not weak in strength. It is mainly a problem with the coach."

"What's the meaning?"

Pique was puzzled. Messi and Fabregas also looked sideways at Chen Mo. Chen Mo shrugged: "The head coach of the Longxing team is average, but he hates the individual performance of the players. Even if you score a goal, you don't follow his instructions."

Even if you score a goal according to the instructions, you will be scolded.

For example, the midfielder No. 6 of the Longxing team. I have played two games with him. His footwork is rough, but he is very smart and has a wide running range. He often appears in unexpected offensive positions and can also

Passing some very tricky through balls created a lot of trouble for my team at the time. This kind of player is not naturally suitable for following the rules. He pays more attention to consciousness and feeling, and needs a certain amount of room for self-expression. But you see him now, his range of activities has been

Strictly controlled on the right side of the midfield, if you move forward even a little bit, you will be yelled at by the coach, and the whole person is timid. Moreover, didn't you notice that the whole team is trying to attack the right winger? Sometimes other players clearly know that they are on the right side of the midfield.

If the opportunity arises, I will still give him the ball."

Pique was stunned: "Right winger? That guy is not strong. Wait, you mean."

"I guess it's the eldest son of a rich family." Chen Mo pursed his lips: "I have encountered this kind of thing before. At that time, the coach of our team was very upright and ignored his parents. As a result, our team fell apart a week later.

The coach was changed, and he was replaced by the guy on the sidelines now."

Pique was stunned. He was stunned for a long time before shaking his head speechlessly: "This is too fantastic."

"Who says it isn't? Okay, this team doesn't need to be paid attention to. Let's just focus on our opponents in the afternoon."

Chen Mo pointed behind him, and everyone looked around and saw that in the third row behind him, Bayern Munich's players were sitting upright with their hands on their knees, watching the game seriously.

One of the little boys, who looked ugly but was very happy, noticed the gazes of Chen Mo and others. He was stunned for a moment, and immediately made a face when he saw that he was a Barcelona player, and then he was hit on the head by Bayern's coach.

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Everyone was speechless, and Pique covered his mouth and laughed: "This guy named Muller doesn't seem to be very smart."

Chen Mo rolled his eyes: "I'm just lively and laughing, okay?"

"Haha, let me stop him from crying this afternoon!"

While the Barcelona generals were joking and joking, a dark-blond boy from the Bayern team who was obviously stronger than the other players looked at the coach, "Is that Chen Mo just now?"

The Bayern coach nodded: "Well, he is Chen Mo. He is currently the core midfielder of the Barcelona team. His characteristics are that he has a very strong midfield connection ability, an extremely keen offensive sense, a strong team spirit, calmness and not greedy for credit.

There have been many records of facing the goalkeeper one-on-one, but passing the ball to a teammate in a better position. When guarding him, you must not only pay attention to the ball at his feet, but also pay attention to the position of his teammates, otherwise you will not be able to block it."

"Can't it be sealed?"

Schweinsteiger crossed his arms with a disdainful smile on his lips. The coach smiled and said: "Yes, he can't die, but that's because his previous opponents were not strong enough, but it's different when facing you."

Weinsteiger, you have to hold him down throughout the afternoon game! As long as he misfires at this point, Cesc Fabregas will find it difficult to play the main role in the midfield, and Messi will be isolated and helpless in the frontcourt!"

"I understand coach."

The two of them were talking very eloquently, as if they were having a mafia conversation, but at this moment Muller suddenly stuck out his head and said with a smile: "What about me? Coach! I want to be in the limelight too!"

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The match between Longxing and the J-League United team ended with a score of 6-0.

The Japanese fans on the street were enjoying themselves. In the cafe on the corner, a gentle, blond, middle-aged man was looking at the crowd on the street by the glass window, his eyes full of memories.

After a while, Gangban Richuan opened the door and walked in. He looked around and soon saw a man sitting by the window drinking coffee alone. He was happy and walked forward quickly.

"Mr. Wenger! You have been waiting for a long time!"

"I've just arrived, please take a seat."

"Hayi!"

Steel plate Hinikawa was respectful, and Wenger smiled and said: "Don't be so cautious, I am no longer the head coach of Nagoya Grampus, and you are no longer the assistant you used to be."

As soon as Gangban Rikawa's butt fell off the bench, he immediately bounced up and bowed: "No, no, no! Mr. Wenger, without your original teachings, there would be no Gangban Rikawa today!"

"You guys, you always speak so politely, please sit down first, there are many people watching."

"Hayi!"

Wenger smiled, and Gangpan Rikawa sat down carefully. After the two were polite, Gangpan Rikawa asked cautiously: "I don't know why you are looking for me this time, Mr. Wenger."

Wenger took a sip of coffee: "There were a few little guys in the Hope Cup match that I liked very much. One of them, I sent him an invitation to the youth training camp two months ago. However, there were too many things on my hands at the time. In the end,

I was intercepted by La Masia. I originally thought about forgetting it and checking it out later, but I happened to come to Japan for some business recently, and he participated in the Hope Cup again, so I planned to meet him in person and have a few words. But... I

It would be inappropriate to go to him directly, so I want you to contact me after the afternoon game."

"I see, I wonder which young player you are talking about?"

Wenger handed over a photo of a little boy playing football from his suit pocket: "That's him, Chen Mo."

(End of chapter)