Lu Yin Silly Waist

The latest website: In a teaching game, Yi Le doesn't have any real results. As usual, he is more about telling young players how to move and how to pass the ball.

On the other hand, Wei Shihao always swayed in front of himself, and wanted to look like himself.

Yi Le couldn't help crying and laughing, and this guy was too petty.

Wei Shihao was a little depressed. He wanted to challenge Yi Le, but the other party didn't give himself a chance at all.

Yi Le didn't hold the ball at all, which made Wei Shihao a little uncomfortable.

The whole teaching class kicked off, and the young players benefited a lot. With the help of Yi Le, they learned a lot about the choice of running positions and passing routes.

When Yi Le left, the little guys waved goodbye constantly.

Wei Shihao stared at Yi Le's back somewhat depressed.

At this time, Coach Fang came over and smiled and scolded: "You trick-or-treat, I asked you to teach the young players how to play, not to challenge you to Yi Le."

Wei Shihao shrunk his neck, a bit guilty; "I just want to try it."

"What to try? Are you two at the same level? The other five major leagues, the absolute core of the UEFA Champions League seed team, you are still playing in the Portuguese League, the Portuguese Super League can not go up, he can treat you as an opponent?

Wei Shihao immediately dissatisfied said: "Old man Fang, I will not be happy with your words, you wait for me to kick the Portuguese Super League."

"That's how it came out!"

"Then I went to the head office of the five major leagues?"

"That is where you want to go?"

"You wait, wait for me to go to the five major leagues, and I will call you to anger you!"

"I can ask you to go!" Coach Fang looked at Wei Shihao with a smile and said with a smile: "This temper ... okay!"

The overseas team leader Wen Hua came over, he looked at the direction of Wei Shihao's departure, and said anxiously: "His temper ..."

"It's not a bad thing!" Coach Fang said with a smile: "Having a temper means that this kid still has self-esteem, and has a belief of climbing up. We are most afraid of a group of lifeless little players.

Wen Hua raised an eyebrow and said: "Aren't you calling Yi Le this time for young players? Is it for Xiao Wei?"

Coach Fang said with a smile: "Xiao Wei needs someone to stimulate him. This kid is a pig. It is delicious and lazy, but his temper is not good, just a little bit. Someone must continue to stimulate him."

"Then you are not afraid that he will become a ball tyrant when he is crooked?"

"Ballball is always better than waste!"

...

Wei Shihao returned to the dormitory, and his roommate was also an overseas player named Huang Wei.

Seeing Wei Shihao walk in, Huang Wei hurriedly ran over and said excitedly: "How is it? How is it? See you?"

Wei Shihao nodded.

"How does it feel to play with such big names?"

"No feeling!"

"Why don't you feel anything?" Huang Wei said.

Wei Shihao shrugged; "It's not an official game, and people don't take me seriously."

"I heard from Uncle Fan last time that Yi Le gets along well!"

"I mean he didn't take care of me at all, I thought about him, and I was there, I didn't move!"

"Hey! People will mention the UEFA Champions League group stage tomorrow. Can they compare with you?"

"So I'm angry."

Huang Wei looked funny: "What are you mad at?"

Wei Shihao rolled his eyes and said: "It's useless to be angry! We are the same age as him, they play in the Champions League, and they are still the core of the seed team.

"It's not comparable." Huang Wei waved his hand.

Wei Shihao widened his eyes and said: "Why can't you compare, the same long legs, the same Chinese, I don't believe it."

Talking, Wei Shihao began to change clothes.

"What are you doing?" Huang Wei asked.

"Training!" Wei Shihao pointed to his body and said, "I saw Yi Le's body today. That muscle strength ... Gee, no wonder I can stand in the core position against the fierce Premier League. I can't relax, either. Must come up, the ball skills can't keep up, the body can't keep up? "

Huang Wei watched Wei Shihao leave eagerly, and could not help shouting, "Would you like to see the game tomorrow? I bought two tickets!"

"Go! Must go!"

On the other hand, Yi Le didn't know that he irritated a peer of the same age.

At this time, tactical training classes are taking place.

It is mainly Boas who sets the tactics for tomorrow's game.

Boas's tactical training class is very vivid. He always dances and explains with vivid colors.

This time the tactical explanation, he used Tottenham as a template.

"Guys, we don't need to care too much about Porto in this game, believe me, this team, I am very familiar!"

"Their skills and tactics are terrible, and we don't have to worry about them at all in this regard."

"So in the next game, we will play our rhythm."

"What is our rhythm?"

Boas's tactical class always likes to ask questions and let the players think for themselves.

Sun Xingmin raised his hand and said: "Transfer control?"

Ali said again: "Forcing in the frontcourt!"

"No, our rhythm is ..." Boas pointed to Yi Le and said, "Pass the ball to Yi!"

"This is the most basic condition. Kanter will become an umbrella for the midfield. Aldved is standing behind Kanter. We do n’t have to be afraid of their offense. They ca n’t attack. Why? Because their midfield is pressing."

"Reverse ball! Reverse ball! Reverse ball! See the gap? OK ... Any of you can send the ball directly to the gap, let Zlatan and Sun chase the ball, all we have to do is keep The pressure is exerted on them, and they are kicked out of hand, and the victory will belong to us. "

"Can't see the neutral? Yi Hui will retreat, Sun and Ali will retreat. We retreat, what will happen to their defense?"

"Go forward! As long as they don't swing the bus, they will definitely go forward. At this time Yi will tell you how to create a neutral gear, just like playing a game in Stoke City."

"So this game, we can't worry, guys, our hard power is stronger than them, it's them who are worried."

"We just need to play at our rhythm, so victory will be easy!"

"We need to win this game, take the next two games, and advance as the first team. Our battlefield is not here. After entering the knockout, those strong teams will suffocate them."

"Barcelona! Real Madrid! Bayern Munich! Paris Saint-Germain! Arsenal! Manchester City and so on ... these are our opponents!"

"Confident! Give yourself enough confidence! Believe in teammates, believe in yourself! We are strong!"

Encouraged by Boaz, the crowd applauded and cheered:

"Yes! We are strong!"

"Come here!"

"Fuck them!"

"Conquer the Dragon Stadium!"

"GOGOGO!"

The Tottenham players' morale surged.

Boas looked at this scene with satisfaction ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ and then sacked everyone back to the hotel to rest.

And Boasler ordered everyone to go to bed at 9 o'clock in the evening. At that time, he had to check the room. Who wouldn't sleep, then the next day's starting list would not have him.

Under the threat of Boas, Tottenham players fell asleep early.

Overnight.

...

The next day, before the game started, Tottenham came to the Dragon Stadium to step on the field for simple training.

The official competition will only start in the afternoon.

The sun is high, and the port city of Porto has a rare good weather.

To meet the scorching sun, at 2 pm, the second round of the 2016/2017 UEFA Champions League group stage, the game of Porto VS Tottenham Hotspur is about to kick off.