There is a dream called football

The training time for Li Qiao's class is arranged in afternoon activity classes, each session lasts 45 minutes.

The team members began to do some stretching, then jogging, and finally ball training. Yin Jiajun also copied this training method from the physical education teacher. He is really not a sports fan himself, so let's leave it at that.

A few minutes after the training started, a person suddenly appeared on the sidelines.

"Hey, Li Qiao's parents."

"Teacher Yin." As he spoke, Li Shan handed over a packet of Zhonghua. Yin Jiajun pushed it and finally stuffed it into his pocket.

"Li Qiao's father, Li Qiao is very good at school. You are here because of the college entrance examination. Don't worry, don't worry. For someone like Li Qiao, it is safe to pass the college entrance examination."

Yin Jiajun estimated that his parents must be looking for him about his studies, but he didn't expect that it wouldn't be the case this time.

Li Shan shook his head and said with a smile: "It's really not the case. I just want to ask for something this time."

Yin Jiajun was stunned. He was a teacher. He had no rights except for learning matters. What was Li Shan doing with him?

Li Shan didn't show off and pointed to the court, "Li Qiao is a very competitive kid. He really wants to win a championship, and I... happen to know a little bit about football. Teacher Yin, do you think this is okay? This team Let me guide you for a few days, and you can rest assured that if you win, all the credit will be yours."

Yin Jiajun looked at Li Shan with wide eyes, and suddenly felt happy. This was really a piece of pie in the sky. He couldn't refuse this drudgery, but he didn't expect that someone would come to snatch it.

Yin Jiajun took Li Shan's hand and said with a smile: "Don't go back on your word."

"Never, never."

Yin Jiajun immediately summoned the players and announced that Li Shan would temporarily take over the team. Then he quickly ran back to the office to blow up the air conditioner and play Landlord.

Li Shan is quite familiar with Class 6. Most of the people on this team have zero basic knowledge, and the main players supporting this team are the four-man center Gaudi, the captain He Zheng, and Lei Wen and Li Qiao. Already.

Keep these four people and go to pass training with the rest.

Li Shan looked at Gaudi, who was about the same height as him, smiled and patted him, "I'm going to formulate tactics around you."

"What are tactics?" Gaudí wondered.

Soon he understood.

Li Shan drew a two-square-meter rectangle in the penalty area and said, "Gaudi, you can only move within the circle. If you leave the circle, you will fail. Do you understand?"

Gaudi didn't know what Li Shan meant, but since he was the coach now, he could only do as he was told.

Then Li Shan personally feeds the ball to the left and right wings, with Li Qiao on the right and Lei Wen on the left. Whoever the ball is passed to will take the ball and pass it to Gaudi in the center, who will complete the header.

It was a very simple training to cross the ball from the wing, but there were many problems in the practice. Li Shan was shocked when he made the first cross.

Li Qiao's cross was accurate, but Gaudi's header...

It was immediately empty.

Watching a football match, Cristiano Ronaldo leaps high and smashes the ball into the goal with ease. However, it takes hundreds of thousands or even millions of practices to control the landing point so accurately. As an amateur Gaudí, the only asset he had was his height.

Li Shan fed Lei Wen on the left several times, and the pass was quite satisfactory, but the problem was still the same, he couldn't hit it!

Li Shan blew the whistle and called stop. He walked towards Gaudi and asked: "Gaudi, have you ever scored a goal?"

"Going in."

"How did you get in?"

"The captain shot, the opponent's goalkeeper pounced, and I made the supplementary shot."

Li Shan's heart sank, and a black line appeared on his forehead, "Then have you ever scored a goal with your head?"

Gaudi touched his broad forehead and said with a smile: "This really doesn't exist."

A high center forward can only miss goals! Li Shan found that his coaching was a bit difficult, but he could not dampen the enthusiasm of young people.

Li Shan gave a thumbs up and said with a smile: "It's good to have scored a goal."

Li Shan walked over and rubbed the rectangle on the lawn with his feet. He realized that he had thought too much. It was a bit redundant for a player of this level to set rules and regulations.

Li Shan patted Gaudi and said, "Let's do this. You can just run around in the penalty area, catch the ball and push it into the goal. If you can score 5 goals, I'll treat you to a meal."

After training resumed, the passes from the side were accurate, and they were all aimed at Gaudi's head, but he couldn't score a single ball.

The most leisurely person at this time is the goalkeeper Yan Xiao. Gaudí has ​​not even made a header.

Yan Xiao raised his hand and said, "Coach, how about I go to the sidelines to take a break? It doesn't matter whether there is a goalkeeper or not."

"Yan Xiao, don't look down on others." Gaudi was a little unhappy.

Yan Xiao clapped his hands together and said, "Lei Wen, Li Qiao has passed dozens of passes to you, but you can't handle any of them. It's my fault."

Gaudi's face was swollen and red. Boys of this age have the highest reputation and are extremely competitive.

The scene in front of him reminded Li Shan, yes! We can use the mutual stimulation between the players.

"Go on." A bottle of mineral water flew towards Gaudi. He stretched out his big hand to take it. Li Shan raised his finger at him and motioned for him to come over.

Gaudí unscrewed the mineral water bottle, but did not drink it. He said slightly discouraged: "Coach, why don't I go back to the basketball team? I may not be the material."

Li Shan smiled slightly and said, "What? Are you scared?"

Who is an adolescent boy who is not good at middle school? The word "coward" is a word that you will never hear. Think about how many boys would fight just because of one sentence when they were in school.

Gaudi squeezed it and the water bottle in his hand suddenly exploded, "Coach, I'll show it to you."

Li Shan patted him and said, "You can't do it recklessly. I'll teach you some methods."

Li Shan gestured repeatedly, and Gaudí was doubtful, "Is this okay?"

"Whether it works or not, you will know if you try it."

The training continued, the ball was passed to the right, and Li Qiao arced toward the center. This time Gaudi learned his lesson and retreated first, then rushed up to give himself a buffer.

Li Shan noticed that although Gaudi was tall, he always waited for the ball on the same spot, so he often missed it. If he retreated a little first, let the ball pass in front of him, he would jump from back to front, just like a dunk.

In that case, the success rate may be greatly improved.

Gaudi jumps forward, while the curve ball hooks back. The man and the ball get closer and closer, and finally converge at a focus.

With a loud bang, the ball hit the goal hard. Yan Xiao was stunned and had no time to make any move.

"Hahaha."

What is happy football? It means you are happy when you score a goal. Gaudí becomes excited when he scores a goal.

He patted Yan Xiao with his big hand, "Did you see that? Who is the coward now?"

Yan Xiao immediately threw away his big hand, "It's blinding, it's definitely blinding, and there are people guarding it during the official game."

"You're not convinced, are you? Then come again."

There was a quarrel here, Li Shan saw it, and was happy in his heart. He slowly began to take control of the team.