Li Yuzhong woke up in shock, and his scalp was burning with pain.

Twelve to zero, the final game ended hastily, everyone in the second class of the second year was like ashes, the blow was too big, and the heat was extinguished. Everyone was about to go back to the dormitory after changing their dirty clothes in the locker room, but Liao Xuebing stopped them with a smile: "If you lose, you should have nothing to do? No one reflects on why you lost so badly? Do you complain that there is a referee who enforces the law too fairly, or is the opponent's coach too strong?"

Both options are disguised praise for themselves and ask students how to answer. Ye Yuhu watched the whole game process, and he had calmed down, and found that he had lost unjustly, and he couldn't complain about others. The Black Super League team has both skills and tactics, and the level is no less than that of the professional teams, and it is natural for them to lose, and it is a miracle not to lose.

"The blue team is very strong, they have good technique, good awareness, good coordination and most importantly they use all kinds of means to hit the opponent, such as some very hidden fouls to provoke the opponent and make him make mistakes. And the blue team is very physical, and in a normal two-man confrontation, we don't have any opponents for them. Ye Yuhu is worthy of being Ye Yuhu, and he saw the essence at a glance.

"That's right, you're going to draw lots this afternoon, and you're likely to play in your first official game, so let Mr. Lee, the acting leader of the blue team, summarize the tactical gist for you. Everyone applauded and welcomed. ”

The sparse applause rang out, and it was obvious that everyone's enthusiasm was not high.

I don't know when I took a shower, and Li Qian, who had changed into a casual suit, walked in, and deliberately wore a pair of flat glasses without prescription. Since this guy saw Liao Xuebing's "Sven Killer", he was polite on the surface, and he showed a violent side at a critical moment, that strong personal style, unique temperament, and huge contrast in front of him, all of which made Li Qian intoxicated, and regarded Liao Xuebing as an idol, and his outfit at this time was deliberately imitating him.

But it always feels a little unnatural, and after re-observing Brother Bing, he suddenly realized: "It turns out that Brother Bing left a scumbag, this is a decadent and free temperament! How can you reflect the vicissitudes of Brother Bing without a slag!" Unexpectedly, when I went back, I actually led a trend in a small circle, and everyone in the Black Super League thought that they had a beard for beauty, and when they met someone, they said: "Why are you still shaving, so backward! Which of the championship teams does not keep a beard?" Later, the influence was even more expanded, affecting the young people of the entire underworld, messy hair, scum, black-framed glasses, and a woodpecker knife in each hand, all of them took this as fashion, and naturally no one thought that the initiator Lao Liao forgot to shave because of a hangover that day.

Getting back to the point, Li Qian pushed his glasses—an action that was always similar but not similar, and made him distressed—and said, "Students, let's explore the causal relationship between losing and winning. The first is the technique, you have not been systematically trained, the technique is too jerky, you, it is the eleventh just now, your footwork is good, the main thing is too impatient. Pointing at Ye Yuhu and said: "Your eyes are not wide enough, and you have been able to pass the ball to other receivers several times in order to defuse the players who defend you, but you don't see it." In addition, your body is still uncoordinated, and it is very stiff to dribble with the ball a few times, and it is easy for others to find your space, such as this, like this...... It would be a little better. Li Qian said, picking the ball and signaling it in slow motion a few times.

Ye Yuhu didn't think so, holding his hands and looking stupidly, but although Li Qian spoke clumsily, he got to the point, aroused his interest, and couldn't help asking: "Mr. Li, how can you maintain your balance in running with the ball by feintting like you demonstrated?"

"In fact, these movements have little impact on running, if you can practice more and use them skillfully, it will be better in actual combat. You try it. With a toe pick, the ball landed firmly at Ye Yuhu's feet. Li Qian has been paying attention to the battle situation, and he is very clear about the shortcomings, weaknesses and advantages of each opponent.

Ye Yuhu tried several times according to the law, but he always didn't get the point. Li Qian said: "Let the professional strikers of our blue team teach you. Lijia, come over here. ”

Ye Yuhu looked at the person in front of him, his face changed immediately, and the two looked at each other coldly. Fang Lijia said: "Boy, if you have the courage to go to the court to divide your ranks, we will see the truth under our feet." ”

"Damn, who's afraid of whom?" Ye Yuhu took off his leather shoes, changed into sneakers and followed him out.

"Well, No. 13, you," Li Qian pointed to Zhong Bai and continued: "You are a midfielder, your position is very important, but your eyes are wandering and flickering on the court, you don't fight for the ball when you should be fighting, you don't want to fight for the ball and run over to waste time, and you also interrupt your teammates' offensive routines." I know you're afraid of our blue team's 'reasonable rush', and if you push your back so your header while avoiding the opponent's point of gravity and hitting your shoulder outward, the opponent will definitely not be able to compete with you. Also, don't keep your hands on when protecting the ball, as this will make you lose your balance and fall easily. ”

After saying one, he pointed to Li Yuzhong: "I obviously remember that you seem to be a striker, but you follow the ball wherever it goes, and even the duty of a backcourt defender makes you rob it, do you have so much energy? Do you really think you are a free man?"

When it comes to everyone, every sentence is to the point, and they are all areas that they urgently need to improve, and Wang Long and Cui Zheng have to obey. The various skills he said, including how to rush the opponent in the game without causing a foul, how to provoke the opponent to cause them to foul, are some very dirty methods, but the students are fascinated by the listen, and gradually forget the unpleasantness in the friendly match just now.

Li Qianxin said: "Teach them well, you will have face in front of Brother Bing, the relationship will be good, and you will go out and shout in the future, I am Brother Bing's iron buddy, who dares to say the first half of the gossip?" is to teach in a sincere tone, very attentive.

After spending half an hour explaining the advantages and disadvantages of the second-class team in the second year, it was almost past the lunch break, and at this time, the students were very convinced of Li Qian, and secretly guessed that he was a member of a professional team, and began to have confidence in the future games.

"Let's go back and rest first, draw lots in the afternoon, the first one is not necessarily us, we still have a lot of time to train. Disband. Liao Xuebing stopped Li Qian's speech at the right time, if the students in the Chinese class were so fascinated by it, it would be great.

Twisting his face and saying to Li Qian: "Thank you for your hard work, if there is no accident in the afternoon, I will call you to inform you to continue to help train." I don't need to be polite, I invited you to dinner. ”