Reborn on Top of Football

But the real reason is ridiculous. It's not a physical problem or a brain problem.

It turned out that Wang Ai had a small habit when his energy was highly concentrated. He stepped on the table with his left foot, lifted his heel, and forced his calf ... unknowingly hurt his left leg.

The report was very successful. Wang Ai, who relaxed, did not forget to confess, and the classmates were very happy. The headmaster Liu Pengzhi and the teachers were very satisfied with Wang Ai's report. The small champion was very hard-working, and his choice of angle was very novel. Combined with the university's professional philosophy, this is a method with strong practical value, which is suitable for all disciplines. .

In Wang Ai's plan, childhood bones were soft, so he had to master the ball to the extreme, focusing on training his body's football skills. After entering adolescence, there is not much room for improvement in skills, but to adapt to the changing body and increase in confrontation ability also make many gray skills that could not be "developed" light up, such as shooting.

While developing new skills, Wang Ai is also preparing to gradually improve his physical fitness. Before entering puberty, Wang Ai had never practiced physical fitness. After physical training every day, she could keep up. After entering puberty, her body grew rapidly and her physical fitness had to be specially trained. Many people suffer from leg pain during puberty, feel weak, and no longer have unlimited energy when they are young. The reason is that the body grows too fast and is somewhat "virtual". Some people were soy beans when they were young, and they became bean sprouts after being born during adolescence.

When idle, Wang Ai also compiled a skills list for his situation.

Among the active skills, the strongest of them is dribbling. As long as adolescence is not slack, even in the top leagues in the future, they can win. The second is the passing of the ball. The thinking on the passing of the ball is ahead of the times, but it is a bit weak to practice alone all the year round, and adolescence needs to be strengthened. The three skills of shooting, header, and interception have not yet been developed. As for goalkeeper skills, Wang Ai was not prepared to expend energy.

Inside the passive skills, football consciousness is super strong. Starting from determined to play, thinking and observation of the football game has given Wang Ai the ability to read the game. The vision is slightly worse, there is no way, short, I can't see it if I want to see it. The physical fitness is very weak, it can only be said that it is acceptable among peers, but the physical fitness of the top league players is a bit worse. Each game can only be played halftime, which is undoubtedly unqualified.

There are also some cross skills, such as running without the ball, relying on the super strong sense of football, this skill is also very strong. Since Wang Ai can be used as a metronome in the frontcourt, he can pass numerous threatening balls, and naturally can adapt to horses. East this role.

Wang Ai is basically satisfied with this skill sheet. The past few years have reached the limits of what a child player can do. And the future cannot be lax. For the Chinese men's football team whose performance cannot be mentioned, only by becoming a super forward like Li Bing and having the strength to change the ending by himself can the history of men's football be changed.

The 11-year-old Wang Ai is still on the eve of adolescence, so physical fitness cannot be trained for the time being, which easily affects the development of bones, but the shot has reached the stage of training.

Since Liu of the affiliated middle school has largely agreed to Wang Ai's lease of the stadium, Wang Ai Ke, who has received a sword from Shang Fang, has become aggressive. Now no matter how he tosses, the affiliated middle school can't drive himself away!

Wang Aizhi led Li Lin to make a set of tools, similar to the net, but it is much thinner than the net. There are dozens of white cloth strips hanging from a row of hooks, and the horizontal white cloth strips are pulled out at intervals of about half a meter. Li Lin was tall, raised his hand and hung on the goal beam, and the whole goal was divided into dozens of equal pieces.

At the same time, Wang Ai also numbered these small squares. According to the coordinates, from left to right and from top to bottom, the dead corner in the upper left corner is 1: 1, and the second horizontal box is 2: 1. Wang Ai placed seven or eight footballs in front of the small restricted area and started shooting into the small square.

This technique is similar to embroidering with your feet. Wang Ai has a good ball and a good footwork. He is also incapable of kicking, not to mention speed and strength. Wang Ai takes aim and shoots every time. Feet, most of the time the result is a "what" remorse.

The two-hour period is divided into two halves. In the first hour, Wang Ai continued to hone his dribbling skills, sometimes pulling Li Lin as a defender to practice physical confrontation.

During this time, Li Lin became obsessed with reading Wang Ai's extracurricular books. He stayed at home all day and had to read books. Li Lin was a fan of martial arts novels, but there are two of them at home. Come home? Zuo Siyou thought that it was better to read philosophy with Wang Ai. Even if he understood a book, he would go out and communicate with people in the misty mountains, whether he understood it or not, as long as others did not understand it.

Wang Ai practiced the ball. Li Lin usually sat and read a book. When Wang Ai was tired and rested, he hurriedly asked questions. Wang Ai read these extra-curricular books very hard, but there was nothing wrong with pointing Li Lin. Although both people know each word and don't even know it together, Wang Ai can make ten words together and don't know them together. Li Lin often doesn't know two words together.

The second hour was devoted to practicing shots or very subtle footwork. Li Lin was behind the goal and waited for Wang Ai to kick the ball out. Li Lin kicked the ball back across the net and saved the king. Ai ran back and forth. This can be much more efficient.

After three months of practice, Wang Ai was able to penetrate the small square and shoot the goal more accurately before the small penalty area. However, the speed of the shot was horrible, and he often had to aim for a long time without any practical value.

But it's winter at this time. Beijing's winter is quite cold, and it's always snowing. If the accuracy of physical exercise is not enough, and frostbite is easy, Li Lin starts to change roles and acts as a companion.

Li Lin was behind the goal and reported the coordinates randomly. Wang Ai had to shoot the ball within one second after hearing it. This amount of exercise was enough, but both of them were tired and the accuracy dropped again. But they both insisted. Because both knew how amazing it would be to practice this way.

Li Lin's admiration for Wang Ai is increasing day by day, not to say how delicate the footwork is, but to the strength of Wang Ai's persistence. Beijing as a capital is naturally indispensable for places of interest, and Wang Ai has been to the school for half a year, but she has only made a few laps in Haidian District. What kind of Palace Museum is there, and the Great Wall has never been to it. As an ancient city, Beijing also has a long tradition of various snacks, not to mention the well-known Chinese and foreign roast duck and mutton, even the fried liver, stewed, pancake fruit is also unique, not to mention foreign snacks from all over the country. Even Huang Xin sometimes couldn't help but have some spicy food, and strolled to buy some barbecue in the evening and so on. But Wang Ai is basically absent of these foods. Go to school, leave school, and practice ball every day.

Li Lin asked Wang Ai if he didn't want to go out to play? Wang Ai told him that it was precisely because I controlled the other temptations that I could concentrate on the most important things.

When it was time to take the winter vacation at the end of the expiry, Wang Ai's shooting ability could already be shot in Li Lin's random call, and he achieved a significant increase in speed and strength. Even Wang Ai tried to shoot with an arc ball.

Over time, Wang Ai's shooting distance also began to extend, eventually staying on the large penalty area line, and further away, Wang Ai's leg strength was insufficient, and an hour of high frequency kicking would be very fatigued and easy to be injured.

On January 10, 1999, the examination results of various subjects of the Philosophy Department of the People's Congress were released, and Wang Ai unexpectedly completed a quarter of the learning goals of Western philosophy and miscellaneous systems. On January 15th, the school was closed. Wang Ai, Huang Xin and Li Lin packed up and took the train back to Liaoyang overnight.

As soon as he stepped out of the platform, Wang Ai glanced at the golden cup of bread at home. He hadn't seen it for half a year, and it was even more broken. Originally, if Wang Ai came back alone, just drive a car, but there was Huang Xin, there were more girls. In fact, Wang Ai's did not go too far, a bunch of extracurricular books will not be mentioned, and there are seven or eight deflated footballs, a set of special training equipment, all made Li Lin carry it.

As soon as the door opened, Huang An got out of the car with a smile. The two got closer and closer. Today, they welcomed the two children to come back and had a dinner together.

Today, Ai Xiaoqing drove. It was not possible to go to the door of the hotel. Wang Ai, Huang Xin, Li Lin and Huang An went in advance. Ai Xiaoqing looked for a place to park.

In the private room, the steam was hot. Huang An held her daughter's hand and kept talking. Wang Bin had wanted to test and teach Wang Ai's studies. Wang Ai casually stuffed an extra-curricular book and wondered about life: am I not Recognize ...

What kind of stuff did my son go to college this half year?

Without a meeting, Ai Xiaoqing pushed in the door and said with a smile: "Son, have you got a girlfriend?"