Bang bang!!

At six o'clock in the evening, in the Tottenham training ground, there was a burst of muffled sounds.

Yi Le stood sweating profusely outside the penalty area, surrounded by scattered footballs, while he was training to shoot.

Through the last game, Yile once again felt the problem.

If only he had the skill to shoot on goal.

If he can score another goal, it won't necessarily be that way.

It's really hard to fail.

Yile didn't want to taste it a second time.

Therefore, after the end of the game, Yi Le began to practice his shooting skills, but it was really difficult.

No matter how hard Yi Le tried, he just couldn't get the ball into the damn goal, and he was a creature with a so-called goalkeeper in the game, and Yi Le swore that guy wouldn't let him score easily.

After that match, Yile kept looking for a reason.

In the end, he summed up one of the most critical problems with his own head in arrears.

He's not strong enough!

If only he was strong enough!

If he has the ability to shoot on goal, then the team will not lose.

Since then, he has been practicing his shots frantically, but with little effect.

He doesn't seem to have much talent for shooting.

This made Yile very frustrated.

......

In the corner of the training ground, in the dim light, Boas and Michelle stood side by side.

They watched Yi Le over and over again, tirelessly shooting drills.

Sweat had soaked his shirt, and the cold weather in London was rising with every breath of Yile, but he showed no sign of stopping.

'He's been like this since the last game. Michelle said helplessly: "He attributed the reason for that defeat to himself, he felt that he had failed the meaning of the core position, and he was punishing himself for this." ”

"But that's not his responsibility." Boas frowned.

"Everyone knows it's not Yi's responsibility, but he's a stubborn kid. Man, Yi is usually a very well-behaved child, but I can responsibly tell you that his self-esteem is stronger than anyone else's! ”

"Should I do something?"

Michelle shrugged and said, "That's your baby, are you willing to let him punish yourself like this?" ”

Boas smiled bitterly and shook his head; "I hate kids, he makes me feel like a babysitter again."

Michelle smiled: "Come on! Buddy! ”

......

Bang!

Yi Le volleyed, and the ball slammed into the railing and flew out.

Yi Le's mood was terrible, his expression was a little hideous, and the corners of his mouth squirmed and wanted to scold, but he held back.

This feeling is like a fire in my heart that I can't vent!

This made him more and more irritable!

Suddenly, a soccer ball rolled past his eyes.

Yi Le looked in the direction where the football was rolling, and saw Boas wrapped in a thick down jacket, squatting on the lawn, looking at Yi Le and smiling: "Good evening?" ”

Forehead.....

Yi Lelen paused for a moment, then scratched his head and said, "Good evening, chief." ”

"That shot was terrible, whether it was power, angle or whatever."

Boas slowly got up and walked over to Yile and said.

This sentence made Yi Le hang his head slightly, and his expression became more and more lonely.

When Boas saw this scene, he couldn't help but cover his forehead and sighed: "No! Man, you shouldn't be like that, your emotions should be more intense! Be even more angry, come, learn from me. ”

Boas stepped forward, grabbed Yi Le's shoulder, pointed to his mouth, and said, "Look at the shape of my mouth, FXXK." ”

Yi Le was a little puzzled, what Boas was doing, but he still did the same, and said softly: "FXXK? ”

"No, no, no, be more emotional! The expression should be more hideous, and you should also roar angrily, and watch me do it carefully. ”

After saying this, Boas turned abruptly, waved his arms with an indignant expression, and roared like a madman:

“FXXK！！ FXXK！！ Shit like a game! Shit-like shots! Teammates are all garbage! You don't deserve to be my teammate at all! ”

"Ali, why are you invisible, you are too weak! Lao Tzu passes the ball to you, why can't you get in?!! ”

"Eric! Look at your clumsy skills, and give me an immediate and immediate practice! ”

"Carol, what are you afraid of? A magpie makes you dumb? Go up and shovel them for Lao Tzu! ”

"A bunch of idiots! Litter! Rubbish! ”

In the empty training ground at night, Boas was shouting angrily like a madman, and his whole person looked crazy, even a little like a nervous disorder.

After he scolded emotionally, he suddenly turned his head to look at Yi Le and said, "Have you learned?" ”

Yi Le looked at his head coach in a daze, and subconsciously took a step back.

He was frightened.

Seeing Yile's reaction, Boas didn't mind, chuckled, picked up a football and gently began to juggle the ball, saying: "The famous German goalkeeper - Kahn, you know, right? ”

Yi Le nodded; "Karn the Lion!"

"That guy is a nervous guy on the pitch! His rants are not only designed to scare opponents, but sometimes also to target teammates. ”

"That guy's loud voice scares a lot of people, but you know why he's so keen on roaring?"

Yi Le has also heard of this 'No. 1 troll in football', but he doesn't know much about the reason for his roar.

Boas chuckled, stomped the football under his feet, and said, "That guy is venting his stress!" ”

'He's a goalkeeper and he's got more pressure on the team than anybody, so he needs to vent that heavy pressure.

"He's going to roar when the guy shoots, and he's just emboldening himself. Hehe, the man known as the Lion King is a coward, can you imagine? ”

'And after the opposition scored, Kahn would also vent at his team-mates, and he would lash out at his team-mates at the back, which is his unique way of decompressing.

"Passing the buck can sometimes make you better." Boas blinked, "You give it a try?" ”

Yi Le grinned, shook his head decisively, and said, "That's not for me, boss." ”

Villas-Boas stepped forward and put his arm around Yi Le's shoulders and said: "I know you've been under a lot of pressure lately, but I'm sure you'll be able to overcome it. ”

"I know you're guilty of losing the game, but you don't have to take it all the blame alone, remember, we're a team! You're not alone. ”

"Football is a sport of surprise, and no one knows which game they will lose!"

"Therefore, the most important thing is that we have the grace to accept failure, and then summarize the reasons for failure and become stronger."

"Life is always full of all kinds of bad tastes, for example, I came to the Premier League with the name of a famous coach, but in the end I became a parallel import."

"I like to squat on the side of the pitch and watch the game because I think it's cool and the coaches have this special fetish, so I designed one for myself as well."

After saying that, Boas squatted on the sidelines and pretended to ask, "Don't you feel cool?" ”

Yi Le pursed his lips and shook his head sincerely.

This made Boas touch his nose a little embarrassed, got up and coughed, and said: "I guess there are differences in our cultures, and those media have praised me for this cool action." ”

Yi Le shook his head and said straightly: "No! Boss, the media also said that you are stupid! ”

"Shut up!"

Yi Le immediately didn't dare to speak.

Boas glared at Yi Le with an unkind expression, and then the corners of his mouth grinned slightly, and he couldn't help but smile.

"So, life is very fucked, he will stage all kinds of bad fun plots for you, but it will not erase all possibilities, life will often give you another choice."

Boas laughed: "This choice is called tomorrow!" ”

After speaking, he picked up the down jacket on the side, put it on Yi Le personally, pushed Yi Le's shoulders and walked out of the training ground, saying:

"All you have to do now is empty your head, go back and take a hot shower, get some rest, and when the sun rises tomorrow and bask in the sun, you will get rid of all the negativity."

He sent Yi Le out of the door of the club, clapped his hands, and said; "Now the training ground is closing."

Yi Le stood at the door for a long time, and then grinned: "Boss, thank you." ”

"You're welcome." Boas smiled brightly, squatted violently, and said seriously: "You really don't think this action is cool?" ”

Yi Le turned around decisively, waved his hand and said, "It's dead!" ”