There is a dream called football

At 10 o'clock every night, the day's scoring summary and results will be made public, and the specific points deduction details will be sent to personal mailboxes.

Raven opened the mailbox.

"85 points."

"Li Qiao, what's your score?"

"I'm 95."

Lei Wen jumped up and jumped to Li Qiao's bed, "Let me take a look, let me take a look."

There was only one deduction column for Li Qiao. The confrontation was weak and he was deducted 5 points. Apart from that, there were no other deduction items.

Raven moved the laptop over, "What? I stick to the ball? 5 points deducted."

Raven seemed to be in disbelief, "The Spaniards said I stick to the ball? They stick to the ball themselves."

Li Qiao smiled. In fact, this sticky ball is different from that sticky ball.

I remember that during the 2018 World Cup in Russia, some people shouted the slogan that passing control is dead, but in fact that understanding was very superficial.

Pass-and-control football will never go out of style, but what is outdated is the so-called pseudo-pass and control.

In the heyday of the Spanish dynasty, passing and controlling was the method, and finally tearing apart the opponent's defense was the goal.

The last pass between Xiaobai and Xavi was so wonderful and effortless. It was the best of the best. Coupled with the strength of the forwards in front, Spanish football has been able to dominate world football for so many years.

But then everything changed. Passing and controlling became sticky. There were no scalpel-like through balls or fast forward passes. Everything was slow, passed and passed in the midfield. Passing itself became the purpose.

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"Raven, you should really pass the ball faster and dribble less. The ball should be rolling instead of under your feet."

Lei Wen was not convinced, but there was nothing he could do about it. The other five points were due to the same lack of physical confrontation as Li Qiao. There is nothing to say about this. It was indeed the case. He had no advantage even in the confrontation in China. It would be even more difficult in Europe.

The last 5 points were due to poor shooting skills.

When shooting, he swung his legs too much and swung his thighs several times, which was very amateurish.

Excellent shooting relies on the strength of the ankle, or even the strength of the instep. The most classic ones are Romario's ejection against the Netherlands in the 1994 World Cup, and Ronaldo's toe poke in the 2002 World Cup semi-finals.

This is what a good shooter should do. Raven has no opinion on this, and usually ignores it.

"Only when I got here did I realize that I have so many shortcomings." Raven said with a bitter smile.

"Don't worry yet, let's look at other people's, let's look at Chen Xuan and Guo Shuang's."

"good."

Looking at other people's grades is the most interesting thing. I used to like looking at other people's grades when I was in school. As the saying goes, there is no harm if there is no comparison.

Raven searched.

"Haha, Chen Xuan, 70 points."

"Guo Shuang 75 points."

"Let me see, let me see." Li Qiao looked at it and said, "In this way, 85 points is not bad. Now we are ranked 12th."

"Hey, you are ranked third, you can be proud."

"Haha, that's what I wanted to say."

After reading the results, Li Qiao opened QQ and sent a message to his father. Mobile phones were still a rarity in this era, and few high school students had mobile phones.

"Dad, are you there?"

After a while, the avatar over there shook and shook.

"signal?"

In order to prevent the person on the other end of the computer from being someone other than Li Shan, the two agreed on a password in advance.

"Royal Codery."

The word "horse" was deliberately written incorrectly. This was the secret code. After confirming the secret code, Li Shan couldn't wait to ask: "How is it? Is everything going well?"

Li Qiao took a screenshot of today's results and sent it, and Li Shan sent a series of "hahaha" expressions.

"Our old Li family has hope. Maybe a national football player will be born."

"Hey, low-key, low-key, by the way, does my mother know?"

"No, I hinted at it, but I didn't dare to say it directly."

Li Qiaohan, if you choose this, you can go to Madrid, everything will be fine, otherwise you will probably get beaten when you go back. This is Chi Guoguo's deception.

"Then you have to take care of mom and stabilize the rear."

"clear."

"By the way, how is Saki? Is he a humble person?"

The earliest European league broadcast in China was Serie A. The older generation of fans started to like Serie A and football from the Dutch Three Musketeers and the German Troika. Li Shan was also like this, so he was deeply impressed by the legendary Italian coach Sacchi.

"The old man is the head coach. He makes rounds every day and is basically invisible to me. I have never spoken to him alone."

"Oh, can you get me an autograph? This is my dream."

Li Qiaohan.

"Dad, I'll give it a try, but I can't guarantee it."

"Okay, just try your best."

After the chat ended, Li Shan lay in bed with blood boiling. He tossed and turned that night. He dreamed that he came to San Siro, put on the red and black Milan jersey, and scored a goal on the court.

"goooooal."

*****

After four days of basic training, the strength of this group of kids has been divided, but the gap has not widened. These are the best players in China, so there is no way they can be far behind in basic skills.

The next five days of training are not that simple. To put it simply, the design of this training camp is to examine the basics in the first five days, and then examine a person's golf IQ in the next five days.

Sanz came to Sacchi's office. The old man smiled as usual and said, "How is it? Have you found the star of tomorrow?"

"Li Qiao and Lei Wen are good. I've told you this too."

"It's really good. I paid special attention today. They have a bit of street football style."

"I've also discovered this. It seems that children in South America can't afford sneakers and play football barefoot on the streets."

Both Sanz and Sacchi are well-informed. There are many such children on the streets of Brazil and Argentina. Most of them are invisible to everyone, but those who can play often become superstars.

Sacchi picked up a cigar and lit it. After taking a sip, he said: "But the gap cannot be widened in the first five days. What is important is the test of golf skills later."

Sanz nodded, "Has that person arrived?"

"I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."

"That person" in the two people's mouth is the mysterious guest of this training camp, and the next five days of golf business inspection mainly rely on him.

He is Maradona, known as the Carpathian, known as the midfield conspirator and former Romanian international Gheorghe Hagi.

Haji once played for Real Madrid and has now retired. Sacchi spent a lot of effort to invite him to the East Asia region this time.

"Would such an inspection be too difficult?" Sanz asked doubtfully.

"Don't underestimate young people, they are often better than we think. This is the charm of football."

Sacchi took another puff on his cigar, enjoying the pleasure of puffing away the smoke. "Don't worry, we will select the players we need. I have a hunch that this selection will be very exciting."

Sanz smiled faintly, he had never doubted Saki's wisdom.