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The solid ball quickly flew into the penalty area, and Samper judged the route, then adjusted a few steps to unload the ball with his chest. And then, "Ahhhh

"Oops! Forget it's a solid ball. Yan Feng saw Samper lying on the ground after receiving the ball with his chest, and then he remembered.

Yan Feng hurriedly ran over to check on Samper. "Samper, you're alright. Don't get hurt. ”

"Ahh What is this? I feel like I've received a stone. Samper asked, rubbing his chest.

"I'm sorry. Samper. I forgot to tell you that it's actually a solid ball. Yan Feng said apologetically.

"What?, solid ball?" Samper said, a little incredulous, as he hooked the solid ball with one hand. When he came into contact with the weight of the ball, he was convinced that it was really a solid ball. "Oh my God. It's really a solid ball!"

"Samper, are you alright? "Yan Feng is more concerned about Samper. He didn't want Samper to be injured by himself because he was kind enough to help him practice long passing.

"I'm fine. I wasn't hurt. But it really hurts. I already have a red ball mark on my chest. Samper said as he pulled back his collar and looked inside.

"I'm sorry. Samper, it's good that you're not hurt. Yan Feng felt very upset. Samper's suffering this crime was completely due to Yan Feng's own negligence.

"It doesn't matter. I wasn't hurt. But, Yan, you're such a weirdo. He actually kicked the ball with a solid ball. This is the first time I've seen it. Samper said with a look at the solid ball in his hand. As he spoke, he turned upwards to feel the weight of the ball.

"Oh. I made this myself for intensive training. Yan Feng organized and said.

"Intensive training? Solid ball? Is this your Chinese special training method?" asked Samper curiously.

"Well, sort of. This is what I use to practice myself. Yan Feng said.

"Huh. Yan, you tell me honestly. Do you know Chinese kung fu. Drink!" Samper asked with a mysterious look on his face, and he said with a few more strokes.

"Uh. You think too much about this. No. Yan Feng said honestly.

"Yan, don't you want to tell me. This must be your secret weapon for kung fu practice, right?" Samper said, with some adoration in his eyes.

"Not really. Yan Feng couldn't laugh or cry. I didn't expect to look at the elegant Samper who turned out to be a kung fu fan.

"I understand. I've seen kung fu movies. You Chinese have some secret skills that cannot be passed on to others. Samper thinks he's found the truth.

"Yan, can you tell me? Can you kick people away with your feet? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. Saying that, Samper also compared Bruce Lee's kicking moves.

"Oh, no. I really don't know how to do kung fu. Samper you think too much. Yan Feng was a little speechless. I thought, where do I look like a kung fu person? Isn't it just a solid ball to practice? Is it necessary to treat me as a martial arts person?

"Hey, if you don't tell me, forget it. I understand that everyone who has kung fu is unwilling to let others know. Samper said with a serious face.

Yan Feng didn't know how to explain it.

"Yan, are you practicing kung fu football with this training? I have read on the Internet that you use Shaolin kung fu to play football in China. Samper thought for a moment and continued.

"Uh~" Yan Feng continued to be speechless. He began to admire Samper's imagination a little.

"No wonder. I finally get it now. Why do you have such a scary physical fitness? That's right, which kung fu master's physical fitness is not beyond ordinary people? Therefore, Yan You are a kung fu master yourself, and now you want to use kung fu to play football. Samper found a new answer on his own.

"Sanper, you're thinking too much. I don't know anything at all. I'm just a footballer. Yan Feng tried to explain clearly.

"Huh. Yan, I've seen you play with this training. Can you let me practice with you?" Samper suddenly became interested in the solid ball.

"If you want to practice, let's practice together. But, I'll tell you seriously, I really don't know kung fu. It's just a trick that I use to train my technique, um~ a little more special. Yan Feng really wanted to explain the truth.

"Hehe, special method. I understand. Samper laughed and threw the solid ball to the ground and started dribbling himself.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Yan Feng looked at Samper with a look of excitement and hurriedly trying, a little speechless.

And Samper seems to be quite serious, but he has a very difficult look that he is not used to.

"It's heavy. Strict. It's hard to carry this solid ball. After taking a while, Samper said.

"Yes. At first, it was really hard to bring. Yan Feng said.

"Understood. Samper continued to move forward.

After bringing enough distance, Samper waited and looked at Yan Feng's side with a look of preparing to pass.

"Samper, or else, forget it. There's a good chance you're going to get hurt. Seeing this, Yan Feng felt very uneasy. After all, Samper is the first time to touch a solid ball, and if the dribbling is nothing, if he comes to play from a long distance, he will not get hurt.

"Don't worry. Strict, I'll be careful. Samper shouted.

After shouting, Samper really kicked the solid ball.

The solid ball flew out, but the speed and strength were relatively average, and it didn't fly to Yan Feng accurately.

After Yan Feng judged the trajectory of the ball, he ran over and unloaded the solid ball with the surface of his foot very easily.

"Oh, it hurts!" Samper said as he walked and lowered his feet to rub his feet.

"Are you alright? Don't get hurt. Yan Feng ran to Samper with the ball and asked.

"Well, it should be fine. It's just that the foot hurts! And the ball is really heavy. It's hard to kick. Samper said with a frown.

"That's true. Samper: I think it's better to forget it. This solid ball is, after all, a regular thing. If you get hurt, you're in trouble. In the past, when I was in China, there were people who accidentally kicked off and ended up injured. Yan Feng continued to persuade. He used it to practice by himself, there was no problem, and he could still bear the little pain. But others don't know, and if you don't do it, you'll get hurt.

"That's right. Well, forget it. If you get hurt, you're really in trouble. "Samper was just curious. Now after trying it, it's hard to kick and there's a risk of injury. You must know that the most feared thing for a professional player is not a strong opponent, but injuries. No matter how strong the opponent is, there is a day when he can beat him, but injuries can make him say goodbye to his career.

"Then let's, then, change to normal football. Yan Feng proposed.

"Good. Samper nodded in agreement.

Next, Yan Feng and Samper switched back to normal football for passing practice.

Changed to normal football, this time Samper's technical skills came out. Not to mention, he really doesn't lose a player from La Masia. Whether it's the sense of the ball or the ability to control the ball, it's very good. At least much stronger than Yan Feng.

Compared with Samper's highly accurate long passes, Yan Feng's ball was a little touching. It's often not precise enough, and the force is too much.

has a lot of passing strength, and Yan Feng has long been mentally prepared. After practicing the heavy ball and then practicing normal football, there will always be this kind of excessive force at the beginning. But that's what he wants, as long as he tries to keep the intensity down when he is practicing normal football. This is a process of achieving controllable force in training.

When Yan Feng used a normal football to kick out normal control, other teammates came one after another. At this time, Yan Feng and Samper stopped practicing long passes.

"Hi, good morning. Strict. Honestly, I just saw your compatriots outside. When Lumban came, he shouted loudly before he could get close to the other party.

"Hi good morning. Lumban. My compatriots?Chinese?" Yan Feng asked curiously when he heard this.

"Yes. I'm sure it's Chinese, they all look like you. It's all black-haired, black-eyed. Lomban began to describe what he saw.

"Oh. Could it be that our team has a new player from China?" Yan Feng himself asked with some disbelief.

"Nope. Not a player. It should be journalists, and they all have microphones and cameras. I think they should have come to interview us. Right?" Lomban laughed, and laughed heartily.

"Journalists. It was meant to be. Yan Feng nodded. For reporters, to be honest, Yan Feng didn't feel much. Especially for domestic journalists, especially those in sports or entertainment, his views are not as sacred as those of the uncrowned king. It is too normal for the domestic media to praise Chinese players for playing well for a while, and for stepping on them when they don't play well.

"Hey, guy. I don't think you're too excited!" Long Ban was a little surprised when he saw Yan Feng's expression.

"Huh. Lombana, we are players in La Liga. Isn't it normal for reporters to come for interviews?" Yan Feng said calmly.

"Hey, Yan. That's a group of journalists from China. I've heard that your Chinese professional tournament is now burning money to buy players all over the world. And you have a population of more than a billion people in China. It's going to give us a lot more fans. Probably more fans than all the fans in all of Spain combined. Hehe. The more he talked, the happier he became, as if he saw that after he was interviewed by a Chinese reporter, there would be a terrifying number of his fans.

"Ha, Lombana. You don't tell me. Are you going to transfer to the Chinese Super League?" Yan Feng said jokingly.

"Why not?" replied Lomban.

"Ah, do you really plan to go to the Chinese Super League?" Yan Feng was a little incredulous.

"Tevez is gone. I've heard that his salary has increased several times. Even more than Ronaldo and Messi. My God, think about the overwhelming fans, tens of millions, tens of millions. And that I can't spend enough money in my life. It's exciting to think about. Longban said solemnly.

"Uh. Are you serious?" Yan Feng looked at Long Ban's appearance, and he really believed it.

"Haha, I'm kidding. I just want to know what your Chinese team will pay for me. You know, I'm not worth much. I'd love to see how I feel like I'm worth tens of millions of euros. Lomban laughed.

"Ha~ you, guy, listen to me. In fact, the Super League rarely buys defenders. They only like offensive players. Yan Feng also laughed.

"Ahh Still, that's the thing. But as long as there are Chinese reporters interviewing us, there must be a lot of fans, right?" asked Lumban with some uncertainty.

"Of course. That's for sure. You know, there are so many people in China, more than all of Europe combined. So, there are more people watching the game than the entire population of Spain. Yan Feng said with a smile. Although Chinese football is indeed terrible, there are not many fans. If it weren't, the development of Chinese football would always be not on the right path. It was not a dream to develop one of the strongest leagues in the world.

"Oh. I seem to see more of my own followers than I can count. "Lomban is very happy. At this time, he saw the situation on the sidelines, and hurriedly said, "Hey, Yan, the coach is here." The group of Chinese journalists also came. ”

"Oh~" Yan Feng turned his head when he heard this. Indeed, the coaching staff was followed by a group of journalists from China. Yan Feng even saw the logos of several familiar domestic sports TV stations.

"I saw it, Yan Feng was there. Some of the reporters in that group saw Yan Feng, and the cameramen all pointed their cameras at Yan Feng's side.

Seeing this, Yan Feng hurriedly smiled and raised his hand and waved a few times. Although he is not interested in reporters or anything, he still can't escape the intimacy in his heart when he can meet his compatriots in a distant foreign country.

"Hey!" Yan Feng's side Long Ban also laughed and waved his hand together.

Seeing this, the reporter with the microphone over there wanted to rush over to interview Yan Feng, but was stopped by the team workers.

"I'm sorry, journalists. It's training time, and you can't go in and disturb them. ”

Knowing that they couldn't go in and interview directly, the reporters could only stand outside the training ground and watch. Then the reporters from the various TV stations began to report.

"Friends from the audience, I am a reporter from XX Sports Channel in Granada. Now I'm reporting from the training ground in Granada. We can see that Yan Feng has integrated into the team, and he gets along with his teammates very well''''''"

"I'm '''''' XX Sports Station"

Seeing that outside the training ground, there are various long guns and short guns that may be aimed at themselves. The Granada players were very positive in the rest of the session. All of them had excited expressions on their faces. It seems that they have long forgotten about the fact that they suffered a heavy defeat to Real Madrid a few days ago.

In fact, it is no wonder that they are very happy to see reporters on the sidelines. After all, Granada's results are so poor that they are the second-to-last team in the league. It's impossible to get too much attention for such a result. Unless it's Real Madrid who make the difference.

Infected by this, Yan Feng was also excited. It was a wonderful thing to make him feel better in the rest of his training sessions than before. He suddenly felt as if he was getting closer and closer to keeping up with the team. It made him happy. Therefore, after the training, he gladly accepted an interview with domestic journalists. even accepted a personal interview proposed by CCTV.