The Greatest Performer on the Football Field

Most of the appearance of depression and decadence is due to the fact that the actual results are a little different from the expected ones. In other words... I don’t know.

　　 And Sun Wu is obviously a very self-knowledge person, so on the training ground the next day, everyone saw a young man with a bright smile and a strong desire for knowledge.

"Physical conditions are very common, from a technical point of view is also common, tactical..." Team doctor Fleet pointed at Sun Wu who was carrying his arms around Nelson, "At least the psychological quality is very, very good. "

　　Patrick glanced at Mark Hughes, wondering if this sentence was praise or depreciation... In other words, Sun Wu was too thick-faced...

　　 At lunch, Roberts and Peterson who had the best relationship with Sun Wu on the team also took him to sit together deliberately to comfort them. As a result, their interest was higher than the two of them...

　　 "Okay, I know what you want to say, but it's really not necessary." Sun Wu wiped his mouth and turned to leave. "I went to Mr. Mark. If I couldn't stay in the first team, I went to the reserve team."

　　Looking at the back of the kid, Roberts froze for a moment before murmuring, "I first kicked an empty door... I cried for two hours that night."

"Either he will give up football, or he will definitely have some achievements." Peterson was a little bit emotional. After three weeks of joining Blackburn, his head coach Sonez was dismissed from class and Peterson relied on his own efforts to get it. Mark Hughes’ trust, after the second defeat of Manchester United, the media called him "Norwegian Beckham". After experiencing all this, he knows better than others. The strength of his mind largely determines the ceiling of future achievements.

On a training ground on the right side of the club, the Blackburn Reserve team is conducting tactical training. Reserve coach Lawrence stood on the sidelines with his chest on his chest. The white hair on his head was fluttered by the wind. This is Blackburn's meritorious coach. It is 1993- Assistant to coach Dalglish, who won the Premier League title in the 1994 season.

　　Lawrence turned to look at the little guy beside him, unexpectedly did not find a frustrated look on his face, "looks pretty good?"

　　 "Mr. Lawrence, it is common to know that young players are unstable," Sun Wu said with a hand: "I have this psychological preparation."

　　 "I thought you would cry home to find your mother... No, you should go back to China to find your mother." Lawrence's words were a bit mean. The staff of the entire Blackburn Club knew this Chinese boy. This was brought by Patrick.

　　 "No, no, sir, I am now a man, not a child." Sun Wu pointed to the field, "Mr. Mark asked me to go back to the reserve team for training."

　　 "I have watched those two games." Lawrence's voice sounded behind him. "The first thing you have to do is tactical training. It is hard to imagine... there is no difference between your running position and a blind-eyed pig!"

Sun Wu turned around and smiled like a dog’s tail, and he couldn’t see it. The old man’s mouth was slick, and his heart was quite good. Like the teacher of the third grade, he scolded and scolded, and finally hoped that the students would test out good grade……

　　 Then...then loud loud screams kept ringing on the training ground, causing players who were playing in the team's training games to look away from time to time.

　　 "Best, you have also been in the reserve team for half a year, and U18 was also brought by me before...I taught you this way?" The old man over sixty was spitting and full of energy.

　　Sun Wu looked down at the tactical board filled with circles and forks, and hesitated to draw an arrow on it.

"Stupid! The opponent's counterattack after releasing the corner kick, the central defender hasn't had time to put it in place yet, you right defender actually went up? Making an offside, everyone can rush to the end..." Lawrence was a little suspicious of Mark's assignment to himself It's a bit unkind. The guy in front of him has no common sense, completely amateur.

　　 "Change the picture." Lawrence grabbed the tactical board and quickly drew a picture against the opponent. "The other party's counterattack broke through Mocona, and Nelson pushed up. What are you going to do?"

　　 "This picture is familiar..." Sun Wu took the tactical board and murmured, "It seems that I have seen it somewhere..."

　　 "The first ball was dropped yesterday." Lawrence said blankly: "At that time, you threw up with Nelson, and after Patton passed diagonally, Sinclair broke the goal in half."

　　 "Uh..." Sun Wu scratched his head and thought for a long time to draw an arrow pointing to his own restricted area, "Make up the Nelson's empty space?"

Lawrence sighed a little and shifted the arrow position a little bit with a pen. "Did you get back to the penalty area when the opponent's counterattack? That's the responsibility of defender Samba and another midfielder. You should traverse behind Nelson to arm, On the one hand, to deal with the possible continued breakthrough of Button, on the other hand, to deal with Sinclair who may take the ball at any time..."

　　Sun Wu stared silently at the tactical board. This is the Premier League in the five major leagues with a relatively weak tactical ability...

　　 "Before you were not outstanding in the reserve team, but at least in terms of tactical understanding... well, I heard that you were hit before playing against Chelsea?" Lawrence stared at Sun Wu's head in doubt, "Is your brain broken?"

　　After listening to Mr. Lawrence's twitter for more than half an hour, Sun Wu had the opportunity to participate in the team's internal competition.

　　 As soon as he came on stage, a dark-haired guy got together, UU reading books www.uukanshu. com "Hi, Best, how do you feel about the first-team first-week tour?"

　　 didn't wait for Sun Wu to speak, this guy laughed exaggeratedly, "Yesterday's game was really exciting...you made the entire Lancashire countenance lose face!"

　　 "Marvin!" the coach on the side yelled loudly, and this guy walked back slowly, still muttering in his mouth.

The smile on Sun Wu's face has always been very good. He only carefully looked at this Ma Wen seriously. To be honest, unless the black people are very special, they can't really recognize it, and they don't remember clearly. What should I do?

　　 "Best, just ignore him." A big blond man pulled Sun Wu back to his position.

　　Sun Wu looked back, and the face of the big blond man was still immature, but a little familiar... Hey! Wasn’t that going to Manchester United’s embarrassing Jones later? His youth career was spent in Blackburn?

　　 "Originally, the first team was short of staff. It should be Marvin, but unfortunately he was just injured last week." Phil Jones reminded in a small voice, "Wait a bit more carefully, I will come to help."

Phil Jones’s concern became a reality after a few minutes, it seems that he was very jealous of Sun Wu’s experience of being transferred to the first team, or it may be to prove that his ability is stronger than this Chinese boy, opposite the red team The offensives are basically concentrated on the left, attacking against Sun Wu.

　　Lawrence just started silent on the sidelines, but immediately couldn't sit still, shouting reminders loudly.

　　 "Best, keep your distance from Phil, where did you go!"

　　 "You slow down before the bottom line? Pigs can wipe it!"

　　 "Best you are a sissy, haven't learned tackles!"

　　 The red team players on the field are full of dissatisfaction with the black line, coach! You are too eccentric!