I. Chapter 188

"It's very simple, aim at the middle of the ball to kick, and at the moment of kicking, you have to instantly lift your foot to give the ball a downward spin force to accelerate the speed of the ball to rotate forward. At the same time, according to the distance from the goal, choose the appropriate kicking power......" Wang Da Xing said as he re-demonstrated again.

It seems that although God always stands on the opposite side of Wang Yang in such a major event as fate, but in terms of these idle affairs, it seems to give Wang Lao Driver face very much, very powerful, and another elegant fallen leaf ball appeared, which shocked the audience again.

The eyes of one or two juju masters looking at Wang Yang are really, both envy and jealousy, no way, the main reason is that the difference in strength is too far, these guys can play tricks, but when it comes to shooting, how can they compare to Wang Yang, a free kick master whose strength far exceeds that of the Chinese national football team.

"Sir, you must teach me this then, will you?" Zhao Ji looked at Wang Yang with bright eyes, and he looked like he was going to kneel and lick if he didn't agree with him.

"Of course, there is no problem, but if you want to practice this move, you have to put a lot of effort into it......" Wang Yang enjoyed this kind of adored eyes and expressions, and said with a smile.

At this time, Boss Ling couldn't help but interject. "But now, since our Lingyun Club wants to compete with other Keju clubs, we can only play according to the old rules."

Zhao Ji waved his hand very vigorously. "It's okay, let's be here, Zhao and the two Brother Zhao, as well as Gao Xiude, in addition to Lao Tong and Lao Liang, as well as your Lao Ling, plus Brother Wushan, there are already eight people here, and then pick three or five people from this Lingyun Society, I think there should be no problem, right?"

"This must be no problem, there are still a few good players in our Lingyun Club, all of whom are disciples trained by Ling himself." Ling Lao naturally couldn't weaken his own name, and patted his chest and said.

"Okay, call someone over and let them try their footwork first." Zhao Yu touched his chin and put forward his opinion, he is also a veteran of the Keju world, so naturally he can't let people casually blend into this high-end and high-grade team.

With Boss Ling's greeting, soon several sturdy men whose names he had named came over, and then began to perform their footwork one by one in front of this non-rich and expensive son.

Here, the old driver Wang looked a little melancholy, especially after seeing the "merry eyes" that stood up high, his mood became more and more unbeautiful.

If it is a Keju competition according to this era, I will use my habitual footwork to kick the goal of the new century that is two meters four four four high and seven meters three two wide. It's really not enough to kick this kind of lascivious ancient goal.

But what kind of person Wang Yang is, as a master in the pretending world, he has always relied on his strength to pretend to be forced, and even in areas where he is not good at, he can also make others think that he is not good at it but just disdainful.

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After Wang Yang recalled all the knowledge about Keju that Zhao Ji had instilled in him before, he was stunned to find that it seemed that this Keju was gone except for the titles of captain and vice captain.

There's no striker, there's no midfielder, there's no defender, it's all that kind of pitch where you can run as you want, and even though in the minds of those Keju players, you know where you should run so you can pick up your teammates and receive Keju balls, but it's almost entirely based on experience.

And the rules are also very simple, in addition to not using hands, there are also no fights on the field, and there are no more rules to regulate the ball except for trying to kick the ball into the opponent's goal.

There was no offside, no throw-in, no substitutions or anything to wait for a dead ball, in short, the rules were outrageously rudimentary.

No wonder Boss Ling sighed vigorously there, a good team needs to cooperate and practice for at least three or five years to see results, maybe seven or eight years to be perfect.

Think about the football teams in later generations, the iron-clad battalion and flowing soldiers, as long as the coach is good enough, even if he is a group of couriers or dishwashers, he will not be able to beat the Chinese national football team like a lost dog.

What does this mean, it shows that the level of coaching is very important, and isn't he the only excellent football coach with coaching experience in this era?

Not...... I have watched a large number of videos of outstanding players, and listened carefully to the analysis and guidance of countless hindsight practitioners on the game under various circumstances. He also has practical experience, coached the community children's football team, and also coached the six-a-side football team of the No. 13 dormitory in Building 9, and is definitely qualified to take on this position.

Over there, the members of the Lingyun Club who came to test their footwork moved forward while passing the ball, which was very good, these guys mainly played with the ground, and the transmission was relatively accurate, but unfortunately the guy who kicked the door in the end didn't seem to be precise enough, but he just hit the rope of the chrysanthemum-shaped goal and was bounced back.

However, Rao is like this, and he still won unanimous praise and applause from Zhao Ji and other Keju masters, after all, the chrysanthemum-shaped goal with a diameter of only more than one foot is not so easy to shoot into.

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And Li Yu and the others couldn't bear it, and they all went off the field, and began to show off their own skills, touting each other and patting each other, while Coach Wang Da put on a face of worrying about the country and the people, squatting in a sheltered place.

"Brother Wang, why don't you kick it?" At this time, Li Qingzhao came to Wang Yang's side and asked in a whisper. As soon as Wang Yang looked up, he saw Li Qingzhao, hmm...... and the Chinese pastoral dog that was hit on the head by the juju ball.

"I'm thinking about how to twist the people of Lingyun Club and your brother into a rope to create a Keju team that can sweep the entire Tokyo Bianliang, and even the entire Great Song Dynasty." Wang Yang first yawned a lot, and then smiled toothily at the cute beautiful girl.

"Brother Wang, you're too bragging, aren't you? also swept the Great Song Dynasty, even if there are not a hundred ball clubs in Bianliang City, Tokyo, there must be seventy or eighty, can you beat it? Although Li Qingzhao doesn't have much interest in the sport of Keju, he can't stand the fact that there are three bigwigs at home who are all fans of this sport, so naturally he is often brainwashed and popularized a bunch of introductory knowledge and general information about Keju.

"Oh, you little girl, don't always look at things with a suspicious gaze, can people like me fool you?" What Wang Yang hates the most is that some people say that this is not good, that is not good.

"Who's the little girl?" Li Qingzhao glared at this guy angrily, even if he had forgiven him, but there was always a pimple in his heart, especially after this guy knew that his appearance was a rabbit, Li Qingzhao always felt that this guy looked at him strangely.

"Anyway, my little sister thinks that just because of a rabble like you who have never practiced Keju together, how can you beat others......"