"If it were Igor, he would never have forced the ball like you just did." Makelle blurted out.

"Igor?"

"That's right, Igor. Casillas! He is Real Madrid's best academy player in recent years! Makelele praised without hesitation, "With his potential, maybe he will become the world's No. 1 goalkeeper!" ”

When it comes to Casillas, Tang Wu remembers the guy who saved three penalties in the 1/6 finals and helped Spain advance in last year's World Cup.

"He's only 3 years older than me!" Tang Wu sighed.

The young Cassie had already fought for his country and had achieved a great deal of success; Although Tang Wu is also young, he is far away from even a starting goalkeeper at Chelsea.

"That's right, he's the most responsive goalkeeper I've ever seen!" Makelele patted Tang Wu on the shoulder and said, "If you have a chance, you can watch more of his videos and see how he handles high-altitude balls." ”

"Okay, I'll definitely go see it if I have a chance!" Tang Wu nodded.

"Beep! Take a break at intermission. Richards shouted and stopped the game.

The players on the field gathered together in twos and threes and walked off the field.

Tang Wu wanted to say a few more words to Makelele, but Terry came to the French first and exchanged ideas with the other party.

Tang Wu himself fell behind the team, took off his gloves, and breathed his fingers.

Even though Tang Wu has a few dollars and can speak many Chinese, after so many years in a foreign country, this Asian face is still deeply excluded.

"You should have hit the ball out just now!" A voice came from the side front.

Tang Wu looked up and saw Lampard standing in place, waiting for Tang Wu to catch up with him.

"That's right, Claude just said that." Tang Wu shrugged. "But Mr. Frank, I see you, I know you're waiting for a follow-up shot!"

"Then you shouldn't have forced the ball off!" Frank Lampard suddenly became serious, 'Now that you see me, the best thing you can do is to hit the ball to my other side, or rather go out of bounds. ”

"Why does everyone have to teach me how to guard the door?" Tang Wu twisted his head to the side and complained with some dissatisfaction.

"Hey, boy!" Lampard's tone became solemn this time: 'If you want to play at Chelsea, it's better to form a chemistry with your team-mates, you know? ”

"Tacit understanding? What tacit understanding? Tang Wu frowned, "A goalkeeper who listens to the words of the midfielder to guard the goal?" ”

Makelele is okay, after all, he has been a defender at Real Madrid for so many years, and he also took Casillas as an example to Tang Wu.

But what the hell is Frank Lampard?

You have to teach me how to keep the goal as a midfielder? So who should I listen to when there is a conflict?

'Chelsea are a whole!' 'There have been a lot of new players this season, but everyone is trying to adapt to each other's habits and style of play. Only in this way can Chelsea unite as a whole and beat teams like Manchester United and Arsenal! ”

"Of course I do!" Tang Wu immediately said, "But I think a goalkeeper should have his own judgment!" ”

"Your own judgment? Your own judgment could ruin the whole team! Boy, do it yourself! With that, Lampard sped away.

Some things are like that.

When one person tells you, you may be humbled to accept it, but when two people tell you, you will feel impatient.

Obviously I know this is a "shortcoming", but I already know it, why do you still say it?

What's more, did you really do something wrong?

Tang Wu is still a young man, with young thinking and stubbornness.

"TOM, you take a break in the second half." Seeing Tang Wu coming to the sidelines, he pinched his head and said, "Carlo, you go to the other side, Neil, you go on the field and guard the main team!" ”

Cudicini is the main goalkeeper, although Cudicini did not concede a goal in the first half, and the cooperation between his teammates is okay. But compared with Tang Wuyi, he has practiced too little!

Terry Veron-Crespo's line is so strong that the substitutes can't even attack their own half!

Tang Wu took off his gloves and sat aside, he knew that today's match was over, and the next thing was to watch how Cudicini "performed".

......

"How are you feeling today, young man?"

"Mr. Anovan?" Tang Wu turned his head and looked, and just as he was about to get up, he was pressed into the stands again by the other party.

"It's a good day, it seems that you are not only in good shape lately, but you are also becoming more and more proficient!" Anovan encouraged.

Anovan is a goalkeeper coach with gray hair and a full beard. Although he is not yet 50 this year, as a substitute goalkeeper who played for Torino for more than a decade, Anovan is still eligible to come to Chelsea to teach goalkeeping after retiring.

As we all know, the goalkeeper position requires an independent coach!

"It's okay, I think it's just average." Tang Wu replied.

"Oh? Listening to your tone, what does it seem to be dissatisfying? Can you tell? "Anovan is much older than Tang Wu, and for Tang Wu, Anovan is more like a wise elder, solving the confusion of Chelsea's confused young people.

"I don't know, Mr. Anován." Tang Wu sighed, "I don't know if it's right or wrong. ”

"Huh? Was it the ball just now? Looking at Tang Wu's expression, An Nuowan guessed, "Don't worry, Hernan is much stronger than you think, and he is very generous, so he won't hold a grudge against you for this!" ”

"No, I'm not because of this, I'm because of myself!" Tang Wu hurriedly shook his head and said, "If I had attacked that ball earlier, run to the reserved position earlier, and jump earlier, wouldn't I have been hit by Hernan?" Won't you get rid of it? ”

"What do you think?" Anovan asked rhetorically.

"I think if I had figured out where the ball would have landed, I would have taken it off earlier!" After thinking about it for a while, Tang Wu immediately affirmed.

"And the result?" Anovan continued.

"As a result—" Tang Wu's confidence that he had managed to muster up was deflated again, "the result was just like that, I bumped into Hernan, and then I got out." ”

"So you think you should have knocked the ball away in the first place?"

"Maybe so!" Tang Wu tilted his head and added, "That's what Claude said, and so did Frank!" ”

"Do you think that's right?" Anovan continued.

"I don't know!" Tang Wu shook his head, "Claude said that if it were in Real Madrid, Igor would definitely do it!" ”

"If Igor does this, are you going to do it?"

"It's... I can't say that, after all, he's a lot better than me! Tang Wu was a little speechless.

"TOM, DO YOU KNOW HOW TALL IGOR IS?" A smile tugged at the corner of Anovan's mouth.

"Uh... It's about 1.85 meters. Tang Wu recalled.

"No, he's only 1.83 meters!" Anovan gave a positive number, "Real Madrid falsely reported his height!" ”

"But so what?"

Anovan touched his beard, and the corners of his mouth grinned: "You are 6 centimeters taller than Igor, plus your arm span and your big hands, you are at least 10 centimeters taller than him in terms of standing height!" Your bounce is one meter, which is not too short among goalkeepers. In this way, you have a distance of 20-30 centimeters above Igor in air supremacy. So he needs a single punch to get the ball out, but you don't have to do it, you know? ”

"But, isn't that safer?" Tang Wu retorted.

"And if you had to do it again, what would you do with the ball?" An Novan did not answer Tang Wu's question, but asked rhetorically.

"If I do it again..."Tang Wu thought for a moment, but still gave the answer according to his inner thoughts, "If I do it again, I may try to hold the ball." ”

"Why?"

"Because I think I can take it off!" Tang Wu was full of confidence this time.

"That's right!" Annovan's mouth finally grinned, "For a goalkeeper, the most unsafe thing is to disobey his own initial judgment!" ”

"But what if I'm wrong?" Tang Wu said in a panic.

"Anyone makes mistakes, and it's okay to make mistakes once in a while." After Anovan finished speaking, his eyes suddenly looked into the distance, and his tone became deep: "If you always make a mistake the first time, it means that you are not born to be a goalkeeper!" ”

"Wow!"

In the pitch, under Crespo's lion's head, the ball went past Cudicini's five fingers and slid into the inner net.