There is a dream called football

When Deco came to the training ground the next day, he was surprised to find that Li Qiao had not left.

No, it looked like he hadn't left, as if he had been practicing there all night.

"You haven't left yet, have you?"

"Haha, I was the first one here."

Deco had to admire Li Qiao's diligence.

As he spoke, Li Qiao sent a curve ball straight to the left side of the goal, "I can do it 100% now."

"That's fine."

Deco made it more difficult and divided the goal into 4 equal parts, which meant adding a horizontal line.

"Try to kick the bottom right corner."

This was much more difficult. Li Qiao tried a kick, and it really went wrong the first time.

"Off."

"It's okay, try again."

It took three attempts before Li Qiao sent the ball into the lower right corner of the goal.

He breathed a sigh of relief, it wasn't too bad, after all, he had psychological expectations.

"Do I still have to hit all 10 kicks before I can proceed to the next step?"

"That's right."

Li Qiao is practicing alone, carefully controlling the angle and direction of the ball. At this stage, the speed of the ball does not need to be considered for the time being.

Li Qiao discovered that the most difficult thing is that this is a 2D plane, and you can only rely on your feelings for the situation behind the wall.

At this moment, Deco said behind him: "The goal should be in your head."

Li Qiao turned his head and saw Deco pointing at his brain. He nodded, "Understood."

If you have to rely on your eyes to aim when shooting, it would be a bit low. Li Qiao shoots based on his feeling, and the effect is indeed much better.

"marvelous."

"You learn quickly."

After completing 10 shots from the lower right corner, Li Qiao said with a smile: "Will the goal be divided into six equal parts next?"

"Haha, no."

sweat.

"That?"

Deco pointed to the other half, "Go over there."

It was still the same, Deco demonstrated. He made a small run-up and then kicked the ball. His footwork was a bit like taking a corner kick, and the ball drew a big arc.

"How's the arc?"

"very beautiful."

"This is the second step, hit the boomerang, let your feet become familiar with the friction with the ball, how much force can create how much arc, this must form muscle memory."

this……

It's very similar to how we scribble on the paper before writing with a pen, draw out a few straight lines, and wait until the pen tip flows more naturally before writing.

Li Qiao flew up with a kick, which was very powerful, but the arc was normal and did not turn back.

"smoke."

"The contact with the ball should be quick, fast and hard."

Deco knelt down and put the ball on Li Qiao's foot, "This is the spot, you have to hit the ball quickly."

"clear."

Li Qiao took a kick and it was much better. The ball took a curve that was neither salty nor bland, but it was better than nothing.

"As you play more, you will naturally master the feeling of the arc. Then you can play the arc you like as you like."

"Haha, it will take many years, right?"

"Free kicks take a lifetime of practice, but people with high talent can get better at it in a few months."

Football is like this. You have to keep training. Even Ronaldo and Messi will not be able to train if they don't touch the ball at all for a month.

"How can this be considered qualified?"

Deco pointed to his eyes, "My eyes can judge."

Li Qiao kicked the ball again and again, and the ball drew arcs in the air, but Deco shook his head.

This is like the feeling of an old Chinese doctor seeing a doctor. Li Qiao doesn't ask anything, he just shoots the ball again and again.

Suddenly Deco nodded, "That's almost it, your arc is back." As he said that, Deco made a gesture with his hand.

"Then we can move on to the next step?"

Deco smiled and shook his head, "No."

"Why?"

"Because we are going to participate in joint training."

Li Qiao smiled and scratched his head, "Why did I forget this, haha."

*****

"Are you learning free kicks?" Maniche asked.

Li Qiao nodded.

"If you want to learn from him, you might as well learn from me."

"Haha, your footwork..."

Maniche said anxiously: "Who hit the Manchester United goal with a kick from outside the penalty area in the last game."

"Okay, can you do it?"

I have to say that Maniche's long-range shooting ability is very good, but Li Qiao cannot imitate it because his muscle type is different. Li Qiao is not the type of player who shoots explosively.

"But you are the explosive shooting type. I can't learn from you. My shooting power is not that strong. I am a technical player."

Maniche Khan.

At this moment, Mourinho shouted again, "What are you two doing in a daze? Falling in love."

sweat.

Jose is really meticulous and can't even talk a few words.

After the training, Li Qiao came to another field. Deco was already there, but his clothes were a little different. He put on goalkeeper clothes and goalkeeper gloves.

"Are you going to change your career to be a goalkeeper?"

"Haha, it's a bit late."

Li Qiao also guessed that there was no need for a nine-square grid today, but a real person came on stage, and that was Deco himself.

Li Qiao lobbed a curve ball in and Deco took it off.

"As long as you score one goal today, you will have accomplished your goal."

A ball?

Li Qiao felt that his opponent was too confident.

However, after 10 kicks, Li Qiao found that he was too confident and he really didn't score a single kick.

"What's going on?"

In fact, some of the kicks have pretty good arcs and speeds.

"Deco, have you practiced?"

"Have fun occasionally."

"Then your goalkeeping skills are pretty good."

Deco threw the ball to Li Qiao, "It must be that your shooting skills are too poor."

"hehe."

How to say?

It's like when you first learn to ride a bicycle, you are always worried about falling instead of moving forward.

The same is true for Li Qiao. To ensure that the ball passes the wall, the force must be reduced and the arc must be taken care of. Therefore, the quality of the ball shot is certainly not good overall.

"You think too much."

"Thinking too much?"

Li Qiao remembered the time when he learned to ride a bicycle when he was a child. In fact, his father let go, but he always lied to himself that he was holding the back of the car. In this way, Li Qiao learned to ride a bicycle.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Li Qiao's lips, and then he suddenly flew up with a kick, without any distractions, and hung the net with his kick.

Deco was stunned. The angle and speed of the ball were great, and it went into the upper right corner of the goal.

"Haha, you learned."

"Learned it?"

"Yes, in fact, free kicks are very simple and require only a few skills. It is rare to see whether they can be used in actual combat."

Li Qiao nodded. Everything is tested in actual combat. Daily training is indeed very simple.

"Thank you Deco." (Deco is also a nickname. Portuguese people's names are so bad that many people use nicknames. Maniche and Nani are all nicknames)