There is a dream called football

Seeing someone gesturing, Sanz walked over quickly.

"what happen?"

"He hit someone."

"I charged reasonably."

Argentinian children usually start youth training at the age of 5, and Sanz is very familiar with this. Children who are knocked down for the first time are like this.

"I didn't see it just now, try it again."

The two of them reappeared in slow motion, and Sanz chuckled, "That's it?"

"Yes, he ran directly into it."

Chen Xuan smiled and said: "Head, I think this friend may have misunderstood professional football. My first coach told me that skills without confrontation are worthless."

Li Qiao said angrily: "This is football, not rugby, and there are limits to confrontation."

The two of them looked at Sanz eagerly, waiting for him to say something fair.

Sans smiled and pointed at Chen Xuan, "Big man, you are right, skills without confrontation are indeed worthless."

Li Qiao was shocked. Is this human language?

"In my training camp, except for shoveling people from behind, other actions are prohibited..." Sanz did not continue.

"Spread out, spread out." Sanz patted Li Qiao lightly, "Your skills are good, but remember that in Europe or South America, those defenders are like wild wolves. If you are afraid of confrontation, then you are really not suitable for the profession.

football."

Sanz left, and someone from other groups called him, but his words remained in Li Qiao's mind for a long time, and Li Qiao was startled by these words.

Professional football!

Li Qiao remembered the movie "One Goal to Fame" that he had watched. The male protagonist went to England and was thrown into the mud for the first tryout. The coach told him that this is English football. If you don't adapt, then go back to Los Angeles.

Go ahead.

Seeing that Li Qiao was stunned, Chen Xuan smiled and said: "How is it? It's still too late to quit now. In fact, it's not shameful. In my echelon, there are people who can't bear it and leave every year."

Lei Wen patted Chen Xuan behind him and said, "We are teammates, there is no need for this, just take a rest."

"Can."

Lei Wen approached Li Qiao, "What's wrong? Are you really scared?"

"Of course not. I was thinking about what I said just now."

Li Qiao smiled and said: "Remember when we played wild football?"

"certainly."

Li Qiao held out two fingers, representing two people respectively, "Let's speed up the transmission. The other party has the physical advantage, so we rely on tacit understanding."

"Haha, no problem."

Training continues.

Li Qiao faced Chen Xuan with the ball, shaking his upper body from side to side, but Chen Xuan didn't look at it at all and bullied him arbitrarily. At this moment, Li Qiao pushed the ball with the arch of his foot and passed the ball to Lei Wen.

"Depend on."

"You must have committed a foul this time."

Chen Xuan scratched his head. He had nothing to say this time. When he violated Li Qiao, the latter had already passed the ball. In any case, it was a foul this time.

"Haha, I did commit a foul this time. Come again."

Chen Xuan didn't expect that Lei Wen was like Li Qiao's satellite. The two people's passing and mutual movement were in perfect harmony.

"Guo Shuang, you're watching a show and you haven't come to help."

Guo Shuang said unhappily: "You said it was enough for you alone. We are professionals and they are amateurs."

It was too early to speak loudly, Chen Xuan said angrily: "Then you just lie down."

"hehe."

Guo Shuang came over to help defend Lei Wen, but the effect was not good, because the ball grabbing skills need to be coordinated. One person is marking the person, and the other person is blocking the passing line. In a two-on-two situation, the side holding the ball has a natural ability.

Advantageous.

When watching football, I often hear the commentator shout: "It's three against three."

Why is three against three an advantage? This is the secret of the football game, because the side with the ball can pass the ball.

Li Qiao didn't stick to the ball and kicked it out. Under the huge pressure, Raven handled the ball faster.

"Not bad." Chen Xuan said with a smile, "But you can only avoid our defense and there is no way you can score."

"LOL, really?"

I saw Li Qiao making an air cut immediately after passing the ball. If he was an amateur, he would definitely attack Lei Wen at this time. For example, during the campus competition, Class 8 did this, but Guo Shuang is obviously not such a rookie.

He put Raven down and turned around to go to Caliccio's position.

Li Qiao pointed forward, trying to block it.

Li Qiao was going to shoot directly after getting the ball. He didn't want to get entangled with Guo Shuang. This guy's defensive ability is very strong. As long as he holds the ball, he has no chance to get rid of it.

Lei Wen understood the idea and passed the ball in a straight line.

"Haha, I want to shoot directly." Guo Shuang had already made a prediction. The moment Li Qiao started to kick, Guo Shuang released the shovel.

Lei Wen was heartbroken, Guo Shuang was as sticky as a dog-skin plaster, the ball was hanging!

"Don't let him score." Chen Xuan shouted.

Li Qiao swung his legs to shoot, but at the last moment, Guo Shuang was dumbfounded and saw Li Qiao dunk as if it was light.

Dumbfounded.

Guo Shuang completely handed over his body weight. As a result, he could no longer make repairs. After dunking, Li Qiao easily pushed the ball into the goal.

"yeah!"

Lei Wen swung his fist wantonly in front of Chen Xuan, who was also playing forward. Chen Xuan had to admit that Li Qiao's dunk just now was worth his weight.

"If it were me, I would probably shoot."

Some actions may not seem difficult in retrospect, but if you think about it, it is actually very difficult to be so calm while running fiercely and under close pressure from your opponent.

"Stop it, isn't it just a ball?" Chen Xuan said firmly.

Chen Xuan went over and patted Guo Shuang on the lawn, "Get up, don't embarrass the professional."

"Haha, mistake, mistake, I will definitely stop it next time."

"Come again." Li Qiao became excited.

*****

At the Madrid headquarters, technical experts watch videos and watch these somewhat boring basic trainings late at night, which is indeed boring for football experts.

Juan was drinking coffee. He was the one who rated Li Qiao. On the score card, Li Qiao had already been deducted 15 points.

The confrontation is too weak.

He smiled at his colleague Diego, who was rating Guo Shuang next to him: "With such a confrontation, if you come to Europe, you won't be able to play in a professional league."

Diego smiled and said: "But the technology is really good."

Juan shrugged, "Does Spain still lack skilled players?"

Suddenly, Juan's eyes widened, and he saw something that made his eyes light up: Li Qiao's fake dunk.

It was so unexpected. I thought he must have kicked the ball, but I didn't expect it to be such a light dunk.

These people know very well that skills can be developed, but football intelligence is determined by football talent.

Just this one dunk makes his golf business different from others.

Juan silently erased the deduction just now and changed the deduction from 15 points to 5 points. Just now he felt that the lack of confrontation was unbearable, but now he feels that it is actually completely tolerable.

The score on the scorecard in front of Diego also changed. Guo Shuang's tackle and block was too reckless and stupid, so 5 points were deducted.