Lu Yin Silly Waist

Dalin City.

On the playground of Dalin No.3 Middle School.

In the morning, the third class, the physical education class in the first three classes.

At this time, half of the playground was students playing football, and on the other side was Yile, who was doing daily training.

"Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up! There are two groups!"

"Stretch your body as much as possible when taking off, and be sure to sprint with full force when sprinting."

The students playing football seemed absent-minded. They watched the sweat training of the big brother on the other half of the playground, and there was a beautiful foreign sister beside him who was screaming, although they did n’t understand, but this was the foreign coach. Hey, look unconscious.

Yile is doing physical training.

Ten meters back sprint + Bobby jump.

Put shoes at both ends, separated by a distance of ten meters. At this distance of ten meters, Yi Le had to sprint with full force, and when he touched the shoes, he would take off, and then return to run to the other end again, and then repeated.

This kind of training has a good effect on improving physical fitness, and under the supervision of Mansa Clayton, Yi Le also started a new day of training.

Sneakers step on soft turf, I feel pretty good, although not as good as the professional turf of the club, it is already very good.

He remembered that three years ago, the playground of Dalin No. 3 Middle School was still a piece of loess.

These three years have really changed a lot.

Huh huh huh! !

Yi Le panted violently, his chest seemed to burst like pain, and his legs were shaking, but he could only gritt his teeth.

Ears are Mansha Clayton's scolding.

"Accelerate! Accelerate! Accelerate! The last group, jump up, OK, rest for five minutes."

Yi Le lay on his back directly on the lawn, sweating on his cheeks, gasping continuously.

At this time, Yi Weihong, who was taking a physical education class, walked over carefully, holding a bottle of water in his hand, and gave it to Yi Le, saying: "Son, drink a bottle of water."

Yi Le waved his hand and gasped: "Dad, I can't drink now."

Yi Weihong is also professionally literate, knowing that athletes cannot drink water immediately after strenuous exercise.

Saw him tweaking for a while, Yi Le couldn't help but laugh: "Dad, what do you want to do?"

Yi Honghong's old face turned red when he was embarrassed, "Son, do you sign a name for my student during the break?"

Yi Le glanced angrily and said, "What a big deal!"

Three minutes later ...

"Okay, okay, let's go, don't disturb Yi Le's brother training." Under Yi Weihong's scolding, the students who got the autographed photos satisfactorily made a beast.

Yile looked at the students who left and couldn't help saying: "Dad, there are fewer and fewer children playing football now."

Yile remembers that when he was a kid, even on the loess, everyone was still playing with joy, and sand dust could not stop their wanton smile.

But now that the turf is available, the conditions are getting better and better, but there are fewer children playing football.

Yi Weihong shrugged helplessly and said, "Is there any way, sometimes the physical education class is occupied, I am called a leisure."

After finishing the speech, Yi Weihong replied: "It's not that I said, just now the students, you can give them a dizzy turn."

Yi Le laughed and said: "We are so powerful that year?"

Yi Weihong thought for a while and thought, "It's almost like your last few sessions, hey ~ it's getting worse and worse."

"Three big balls, now that volleyball has risen, and basketball performance has also come up, I have never seen hope in this football, and I don't know when I am a head, and I'm suffering for Chinese fans." Yi Weihong said with emotion.

"Are you tired?" Yi Weihong had been observing Yi Le and found that repeated boring training over and over again, could not help asking.

Yile smiled and said, "I'm used to it."

Yi Weihong nodded, then looked at Mansa Clayton and said, "She seems very professional."

Yi Le nodded and said: "Professional personal coaches verified by football, eat the kind of your one-year salary a month."

Yi Honghong immediately blew his beard and glared, scolding: "Little Bunny, can you run this thing against your Laozi!"

"But how did your mentally retarded problem come about? You were a bit silly before, I believe it."

Yi Le looked at his dad silently and shook his head: "Misunderstanding, it has been resolved."

"That's good."

Training is boring, but Yi Le is still persevering, regularly scheduled every day.

This time, he not only started to train physical fitness, but also needed to increase physical confrontation training.

This is the task assigned to him by Tottenham coach Mr. Boas, and not only physical confrontation, Yi Le also needs to train interception capabilities, but he now lacks equipment and personnel, so interception training can only be returned to the club, and Yi Le has a certain high position to rob the floor and get started quickly.

Despite being very low-key, Yile was still traced by some media. In the past few days, Yile has seen many reporters with cameras around the stadium squatting.

But these reporters are still friendly, did not disturb his training, nor did they affect the normal class of the school, otherwise Yi Le can only choose another closed training ground.

Soon, reports about Yi Le appeared on the Internet again.

"On May 30, 2015, Yi Le, with the help of personal trainer Mansa Clayton, continued his personal training as usual. For most players, the holidays are usually sunshine, beach, beauty, bikini ... but Here, Yi Le is accompanied by noisy and boring training day after day. Yi Le's self-discipline is convincing and unstoppable. This may be the secret of his success-PP sports reporter Jiang Lan. "

“June 12, 2015, it ’s hard to imagine that Yi Le has been insisting on this kind of training for almost half a month. After witnessing the whole content of the training, my heart ca n’t calm down for a long time. The intensity of his training is staggering. It ’s hard to imagine that such a power is contained in the body that is not strong. During this time, Yi Le began to join a shooting training. In Yi Le ’s personal technical style, he is a midfielder. Officer, passing and dribbling are amazing, but shooting has not been his strong point. Obviously Yi Le also knows this problem, so he is working hard to train such a self-disciplined player. Why do we not like it? What about? "

The picture shows Yi Le lying on the grass, sweating and panting, and beside him is Mansa Clayton recording something.

Under the PP sports article, netizens and fans also left messages.

"Like one, really self-discipline!"

"It's really hard !!"

"Athletes are not easy."

"It's not easy."

"No one succeeds casually."

"This is professional literacy, and holidays are being practiced."

"like!!"

"However, Miss Coach is so beautiful!"

"Upstairs, you grabbed my speech (comic ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ really beautiful! Is it Yi Le's girlfriend?"

"Personal trainer!"

"Personal trainers can't be girlfriends, it's the so-called day ... longevity."

"Upstairs, I suspect you are driving, but there is no evidence."

"I will see Yi Le in the Premier League next season, so happy."

"I heard that Boas personally invited and promised a lot."

"I checked a lot of news, Boas praised Yi Le more than once in public, and explained the importance of Yi Le. Does this mean that Yi Le will play a very important role in Tottenham?"

"Midfield center? Like him at Millwall?"

"Lying trough! This is a cow!"

"Think too much? Yi Le just went to the new team and must adapt."

"Yes, and Elkson is very powerful, Yi Le may not be able to compete."

"The technical characteristics of the two are similar, they just don't know what Boas will arrange."

"I don't want to see Yi Le sitting on the bench (crying)"

The time passed unconsciously, and Yi Le had been in Dalin City for about a month. Of course, most of him was doing physical training.

On July 3rd, a news broke out.

"Tottenham sounded the assembly number, the new season training begins! 》