Although Yi Le admitted his mistake, his distraction still did not get rid of it, which made Tebis feel helpless.

However, Tebis also noticed that Yile always looked in the direction of the goal.

This caused Tebis to groan for a moment, and then slowly stepped forward.

"Easy!"

Yi Le's body almost subconsciously straightened, and he shouted loudly: "Here!" ”

Tebis smiled a little, and he waved his hand and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm not questioning you." ”

After saying that, he headed towards the shooting coach Allen. Russell pointed out Nunu and said, "You want to practice shooting, right?" ”

Yi Le was stunned for a moment, and then said with some embarrassment: "Tebes, I don't want to deceive you, I want to be stronger, as a midfielder, I feel like I need to practice shooting." ”

"That's right!" Tebis snapped his fingers and smiled, "Then why don't you try to propose it to Mr. Manager?" ”

Yi Le couldn't help but be stunned: "Will he agree?" ”

"Why not?" Tebis shrugged and said: "Your desire to get stronger coincides with ours, in fact, your interception ability is already very good, and your tactical movement is also very good, you can try to improve your scoring ability." ”

Yi Le seemed a little excited, and said eagerly: "Then I... Let's talk to the leader? ”

"Go ahead!"

Seeing Yi Le's happy back, Tebis was also full of emotion.

The troublesome guy has finally gotten it away, and now it's time for Russell to have a headache.

Faced with a 'baby' who is always distracted and can't be punished, this guy will definitely be desperate.

......

In the manager's office, Boas sat in his office chair and said in surprise: "You want to practice shooting? ”

Yi Le nodded firmly.

Not.....

Boaz subconsciously clasped his hands around his chest, pinched his chin with the other, and fell into deep thought.

In fact, in his vision, Yile is a midfield commander to Tottenham.

He is not a rush to the front, but a general who sits in the Chinese army and scolds Fang Cai.

But football is not a marching battle, and Yile's ability to shoot on goal is indeed a big commission, but Boas also has his own considerations.

Yi Le's most important task is still the midfield organization and interception, and if it is under this premise that he shoots on goal, he does not mind.

Thinking of this, Boas couldn't help but say: "I can say a word to Russell, but only if you can't slack off on defensive training." ”

Yi Le's eyes lit up, and he shouted in surprise: "Understood! ”

Ten minutes later, Yi Le trotted downstairs and came to the shooting training area to report.

Allan. Russell is a middle-aged man about 40 years old, wearing a Tottenham coach uniform at this time, with a full beard, extremely vigorous hair, blonde hair combed back big, with those turquoise eyes looked at Yi Le in surprise, and said: "You want to practice shooting?" ”

Yi Le replied sonorously: "Yes! The boss has approved it. ”

Allan. Russell grinned, he didn't know what Boas thought, now, Yile's training task is to increase the success rate of interceptions, but he came to practice shooting, what is it called.

But Villas-Boas is the head coach, and Allen. Russell had no choice but to do so.

Allan. Russell motioned to Harry. Kane and the others continued to practice, then pulled Yi Le aside and asked, "What do you want to practice?" ”

"Shoot!" Yi Le said without hesitation.

Allan. Russell covered his forehead and said helplessly: "I know you want to practice shooting, to be specific, do you want to practice free kicks, long-range shots or something else...."

Forehead.....

Yi Le was a little confused, and he couldn't find the location.

Looking at Yi Le's dazed look, Alan. Russell secretly smiled bitterly and waved his hand: "Okay, I know, let's start with a free kick." ”

Allan. Russell pulled Yile to five metres outside the box in a threatening free-kick spot.

He put the ball on the ground and began to say: "There are two kinds of free kicks, one is the heavy gun type, this kind of ball is most kicked with the inside instep, which can increase the force, and pay attention to the sides of the football to be kicked, which can add spin to the ball, so that there is an incredible arc. I swear, it's an absolute goalkeeper's nightmare! ”

"The second is the curve ball, this kind of ball must have a lifting force, not just the explosive strength of the feet and legs, which needs to use the crotch."

Russell put his hands in his crotch, twisted from time to time, and said, "Do you see clearly?" Pay attention to the cross-part force, which is also known as the strength of the psoas muscles, and remember, this is not a kick, it is a rub! You need to add spin to the ball, you know? ”

Yi Le: "........."

The two looked at each other.

"Okay, let's kick a ball first!"

Allan. Russell took out the goalkeeper's gloves clipped to his armpits, put them on his hands, walked straight to the door, clapped his hands, and shouted, "Come!" Shot! ”

Yi Le's eyes lit up, he licked his lips, a little excited, and muttered to himself: "Crotch force, use rubbing to ......"

Don't ask why he didn't try a heavy free-kick, he forgot all about Russell when he talked about the second type of ball.

Yi Le looked at the football in front of him, ran slowly, and remembered the essentials of the movement, he raised his right leg high, pumped it into the right half of the football, and suddenly exerted force.

"Rub!!"

The ball flew towards the goal, but the first three meters were normal, and since then, the ball has spun to the right like a convulsion, and an extremely exaggerated 90-degree arc appears, slamming into Harry, who is running. Kane's head.

The other party who smashed it had gold stars in his eyes and fell to the ground with a thud.

The whole stadium was silent....

A moment later, there was a burst of laughter.

"This arc is the most wonderful I've ever seen!"

"Yi's shot is inversely proportional to his pass!!"

"Poor Harry, he's been injured by mistake!!"

"Hahahahaha......"

The training ground burst into laughter, and Yi Le, who was the initiator, also blushed slightly, trotted over, and said ashamedly: "Harry, I didn't mean to." ”

Harry. Kane was angry and funny, he rubbed his head helplessly, and said: "I hope that next time, it wasn't me who you accidentally injured, you know, I just returned, do you want me to be injured again?" ”

"No, no, no." Yi Le's face turned red, scratched his head and said, "I promise, as long as you are ten meters away from me, I can still control the error of ten meters." ”

Harry. Kane's eyes widened.

Ten meters of error?

Oh, God! Is this guy really a professional player?

Allan. Russell walked over, and he sighed, "Yi, let's practice the first one." ”

Well... Miracles are a great thing!

Meng can also be blinded!

Let Yi Le rub out a precise arc, and on that spot, he gave up.

A minute later...

Including Allen. Russell, Harry. Kane and other strikers stood on the far sidelines, lined up neatly.

Yi Le stood alone outside the big forbidden area, and there was no one within a radius of ten meters.

Yi Le was suddenly at a loss.

......

Giggle cluck...

Inside the training ground, Mansha. Clayton laughed back and forth, and when she heard that Yi Le had almost injured her top scorer and sent him to the bench, tears of laughter were about to come out.

"So. . . So, you almost killed... Kill.. I'm sorry... Hahaha...."

It's so much fun.

Tottenham's midfield core almost killed the leading goalscorer!

Is this the rhythm of infighting?

Giggles....

Yi Le looked at Mansha with a resentful expression. Clayton, aggrieved: "I don't want to, but I don't seem to have the talent to shoot." ”

The devil knows what Yile went through.

In countless shooting drills, Allen. Russell gave a 'to-the-point' assessment.

"What evaluation?"

Mansha. Clayton asked, clutching his sore stomach with a smile.

Yi Le said sullenly: "He said that my shot is like Balotelli!" ”

"What do you mean? Isn't that a compliment? "Mansha. Clayton said.

Balotelli's shot was still sharp.

Yi Le bowed his head and said aggrievedly: "He said, my legs don't know, what is my head thinking!" ”

Burst!!!!!

Mansha. Clayton knew she shouldn't laugh, but she just couldn't help it.

How disgusting is that!

"Is your shot really that bad?" Mansha. Clayton asked

A lucky fan, player, referee, and coach within a radius of 10 meters will be randomly selected for close contact.

Yile became more and more frustrated.

Yi Le tilted his head, as if he was losing his temper.