Godfather Of Champions

Dunn looked at her condescendingly. Through the open neckline of the pale yellow shirt, he could clearly see the Mariana Trench... "No, I think Evan must be busy with something. And I do. I’m busy with my own business. Goodbye, Miss Barbara." With a wave, Dunn turned and left.

Originally a bit irritable, she became happy because she saw the other side of a "female robot"... No, she is not a robot.

Lucy tilted her head and looked at Dun En's back, thoughtfully.

Chris Lak, who was supervising team training on the training side, heard the sound of footsteps around him. He felt a little strange, but he didn't care too much. He just asked casually: "You came back so soon, Tony? Or is there something? Forgot to take it? Or did you suddenly dare not meet that Yankee?"

"Ahem, are you talking about me? Mr. Chris Luck."

"Wow!" Chris Lak was taken aback, and then he realized that the person standing next to him was not Tony Dunn, but the chairman of the team, Evan Doge, who he just called the "Yankee". Pedicle.

The young chairman of the forest team was dressed casually and casually, with a beige jacket over the navy blue sweater, light blue jeans and white sneakers on his lower body. It's completely different from his dad who always wears suits and shoes, combing his hair meticulously before appearing in front of others. The whole person looks very energetic, but not like the chairman of a traditional British football club.

"Lord, Mr. Chairman. You... why are you here?" Chris Lac stammered, and he called him Yankee but was heard clearly.

"I heard that you defeated Arsenal the day before yesterday, so come over and congratulate you. Can't it?" When Evan spoke, he would not look into the other's eyes like his father, but looked around.

"Of course... but in fact we only beat the Arsenal youth team, it's nothing..."

Evan coughed twice, "Anyway, you should be praised if you win. Congratulations, Mr. Chris Lak, you did a good job." He reached out and talked to the youth team assistant coach David Chris Lak. Shook it.

"Thank you, Mr. Chairman, for the compliment. But the main credit is from Coach Dunn."

Evan nodded: "Where is the Tony?"

"Huh? Didn't you meet him when you came here?" Chris Lak wondered. Evan is even stranger.

"Oh? I didn't meet him, so he went to the first team?"

"He went to see you, Mr. Chairman."

"Ah..." Evan scratched his head, he came to Dunn, and Dunn went to him. The two of them were still missing on the road. He was so bored that he swept his gaze toward the court, but soon he was caught all eyes by one of them.

In the stadium, we are doing "lap grab" training. It means that four or five people form a small circle and pass the ball to each other, requiring only one touch of the ball, and a player in the middle is responsible for grabbing the ball. The person grabbing the ball can use all methods except fouls to cut off the football-just touch Football counts. This kind of mini-game-like training aims to improve the proficiency and tacit understanding of the players in passing and receiving the ball, and to practice fast and small-scale cooperation in a situation close to the real pressing of the game.

Because of his outstanding performance in Saturday’s game, as a "reward", Chris Luck arranged for Wood to always be the person who grabs the ball. If anyone's pass is touched by Wood, he does not need to enter the lap to participate in the interception, but to go around training Run a lap to show punishment.

Evan doesn't know much about football, so naturally he doesn't understand the meaning and effect of this kind of training. But this did not prevent him from paying attention to George Wood, who was robbing the ball in the circle. In just five minutes, he had changed the five people in the outer circle-all of them were driven to run by him. His speed is very fast, whether it is turning speed, sprint speed, or foot speed. It was almost here that the football was passed, and others were already in front of the team member, and then the teammate who was caught off guard panicked and allowed Wood to steal the ball successfully.

"It's amazing, the speed is so fast, the action is swift! It's like a hound familiar with the smell of football..." Evan sighed.

Chris Lak followed his gaze and saw Wood. He smiled: "Are you talking about him? Mr. Chairman. George Wood, the genius Tony Dunn discovered from the street! Defensive genius!"

While talking, another person was punished. This man is Ross Gardner with the best passing skills in the team. Instead of running the lap, he ran straight to Chris Lak and complained: "Coach, this is not fair. The circle is too small. We were stabbed by Wood before we received the ball."

"Then do you have any good suggestions? Rose." Chris Lak didn't criticize the self-assertive Gardner, but asked rhetorically.

"Expand the circle, coach."

"How big is it?"

Gardner looked back at the other people who had been hurriedly driven by Wood, and then said to Chris Lak, "The radius is fifteen meters."

"Oh no, this does not serve the purpose of training you." Chris Lak shook his head.

"But... coach." Gardner seemed to have something to say, but he didn't dare to say it.

"Is there anything else, Rose?"

"Coach...Except for Wood, we all agree that your purpose is not to train our passing, but to train Wood's defense."

Chris Lak couldn't help laughing at last, these guys are pretty smart. Yes, this is his idea. "Okay, okay, expand the circle to a radius of fifteen meters. But...you're still going to run the circle, Rose." He blinked at the disappointed Gardner.

Gardner bowed his head in frustration and accepted the punishment. Evan, who heard their interesting conversation beside him, was even more interested in that George Wood. So he stood and watched for about ten minutes.

After expanding the circle, the passing distance of the players increased, but the success rate increased. Those passing the ball were happy, but they suffered Wood. He was exhausted in the middle, ran from here to there, and finally couldn't keep up with the speed of the football flight. But he was not discouraged and continued to repeat the behavior of running back and forth.

On the sidelines, Chris Lak looked straight and shook his head. This kid still only knows that with his physical fitness, he runs behind the **** of the ball, but how can a person run a football that is passed back and forth by many people? He yawned to Evan next to him: "I'm sorry, Mr. Chairman..." He pointed to the court.

Evan knew what he meant, so he nodded: "Go to work. I'm going back too."

"Goodbye, Mr. Chairman. Maybe you can meet Tony on the way back."

"Haha, I hope too. Goodbye, Coach Chris Lak."

Looking at the whistle to signal the suspension of training, then Chris Lak strode up, Evan turned and left the training ground. When he walked far away, he could still hear Chris Lak's roar.

"Location! Location! How many times have I told you, George Wood! Don't want to chase after seeing the football, judge your position and the opponent's position, and then decide the next move!"

Evan looked up at the brilliant clear sky, listened to the birdsong in his ears and the energetic shouts of the player coaches, breathing in the fresh air with the fragrance of earth. He suddenly had the urge to shout-this is the club that will soon become my Evan Daggerty!

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