The players continued to train according to the plan in the afternoon, but for the first time, everyone's minds were not on training, and there were always people who looked to the sidelines of the training ground from time to time.

The players are curious, and Walker, who is busy on the field, can't contain his curiosity.

Hydward's training uniform was changed from head to end, the same suit he wore when he first met the players. The black shirt, black pants, black leather shoes, and some gray sky in the UK look particularly gloomy.

The chair under his ass has been around for some years, dating back to the day the training base was built and settled. The red faded to brown, and the iron at the bottom corner was rusty, silently telling how the past was like.

Ward held the book "Neuroblastoma Research" in his hand, and read it bit by bit, line by line, word by word, he had to figure out what this tumor that might kill McVeigh was!

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For the third time, Ricardo sneaked into the sidelines like a thief and was shouted out by Walker.

The Brazilian was startled, and the solid ball in his hand rolled off his hand and hit the top of his foot.

There was a scream, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and the sound startled the birds in the trees.

Hydward glanced up at Ricardo, who was making a fool of himself, coldly without a trace of emotion. The Brazilian stared at him only once, his throat as if he had been choked by his hand, and he could not utter a single syllable.

The coach's eyes were full of indifference, indifference to life, and even some hatred in it, like a knife directly inserted into the heart, twisting it.

Ricardo was so frightened that a cold sweat broke out on his head. Boss, although I don't train seriously, I love to play and make trouble, but you're not going to kill me, are you?!

Uncle Ricardo is the most obedient to the boss, and he began self-hypnosis, picking up the solid ball on the ground without Walker's call is 20 sets of pulls.

Coach is not right today!

There was silence in the training ground, and in the two days before the game, Ward led people to prune all the weeds and trees around them, many excess branches were sawed off, and those broken branches were exposed to the air, exuding the unique fragrance of trees, and were blown away by the breeze.

These stout locust trees were planted during the Tine period, and when you cut them with scissors, the gelatinous sap flows out of the trunk, which is why the smell in the air thinks so.

Margery experienced the defeat in the last away game, and the whole soul seems to have been sublimated, and he not only trains to ensure quality and quantity, but also to increase quality and quantity for himself. He began to resent himself for making progress too slowly, and tried hard like crazy.

The coaching staff is actually quite worried, the amount is already a little excessive, and they have to add it to themselves, and it will be terrible if they are injured.

The second biggest change in the squad was Lawrence, and after the away game, Ward spoke to the Irishman in detail about the feasibility of a change in his positional responsibilities.

From today, Lawrence is officially training for his new duties on the pitch, learning how to pass and run as a lagging striker.

There were already two training maniacs on the court, and after solving an unstable factor, everyone lowered their heads and practiced wildly, and the quality improved by more than one notch.

Hydward is omnipotent, he can even predict the future. In the future of 2012, Pep Guardiola bid farewell to the Barcelona dynasty he established, Aguero scored the last man of the century to beat Manchester City to reach the top of the Premier League, Dortmund broke Bayern's monopoly and won the Bundesliga crown, and Mourinho knelt down three times to shock the world......

But he had no way of knowing what else would happen to this small city, what the road to success would be.

This is the source of his silence today.

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Today's evening session was cancelled to the cheers of the players and was replaced with a tactical analysis lesson.

Football is also a process of correcting mistakes in the end, and during the day it is said that Portsmouth is not as rich as the big clubs, and they can afford to use the meditation house, while Hydward has his own local method, and a dozen blank sheets of paper in his hand are the solution.

The classroom is also a battlefield, even more tragic than the training ground. Guan Erye walked thousands of miles and rode alone to pass five levels and kill six generals, and naturally in the hands of Ward, he couldn't escape the process of passing the level.

The team is full of energy and younger players, such as right-back Allan; Left-back Danny, youth team's left winger Comona and full-back Ryan Williams all carried their phones with them, the latest Apple 4s. Jobs's smart machine swept an era, at least Ward's players did not have the ability to resist this temptation, as soon as they caught some free time, they would engage in some games to play, and their enthusiasm was countless times more positive than training.

There were two games and 180 minutes of video, and Ward cut out the footage that was exclusive to everyone. There was a copy of the mobile phone into the phone, and the law firm that didn't ask Tom borrowed a few computers and read them with a laptop.

After watching the edited video, the starters and substitutes had to speak and summarize their mistakes on the pitch. He said that if he didn't hear what he wanted to hear, he would have to practice after 12 o'clock in the evening before he could go home.

The first level of the tactics class was very good for everyone, and even the diligent Lawrence watched it many times.

He had a dozen blank sheets of paper for the players to pass the second level.

The players' pass-and-run coordination and teamwork were put to the end of the tactical lesson, and Hydward prepared a 20,000-word speech.

Mr. Coach clapped his palms to attract the attention of the players, cleared his throat and said: "My next speech, everyone must record it word for word." ”

The player looked at the ten blank sheets of paper and three water-based pens in his hands and was confused, and everyone had WHAT?

Ward had a treacherous smile on his face.

"I will check what you write, and I advise you to write it carefully, and tomorrow there will be a closed-book exam, which is what you wrote."

Ricardo looked at Jonathan, Jonathan looked at Haim, Haim looked at Lawrence, everyone you look at me, I look at you, in a state of bewilderment.

Hydward's inspiration came from the Chinese classroom, where Chinese students are among the best learners in the world, and this trick is much more reliable than any bullshit meditation house.

Whatever the players say, they will remember what they say, and they will memorize what they will go back to, and they will not understand if they do not manage. If you can't remember, you will write, if you can't write, you will take the exam, if you don't pass the exam, you will be corporal punishment, and you will come back and continue to write.

"Ahem, ahem," he coughed a few times, and before the players could react, he began to explain a few key elements of the defensive system.

He wants to make it unforgettable until it is engraved in the soul.

The projector was connected to the computer, and Hydward took the electronic pen and began his gushing speech in front of one PPT after another and one teaching video after another.

The room was brightly lit, and everyone was on the table with both students and old fritters. From time to time, I look up at the lesson plan, and my eyes are full of thirst for knowledge!

Whether it's true or not, he doesn't know, but this scene is like every evening self-study before the college entrance examination, and after graduating from college for so many years, he didn't expect to realize his childhood dream of being a teacher in Portsmouth, England.