There will be no practice with the ball in the next few days, staming, crazy physical training.

Even Hydward's purchase of gear includes the infamous big solid ball! This thing will be well-known to many Chinese fans in the future, and the large medicine ball with a diameter of 50 cm to 60 cm is simply an artifact on the training ground, and the German coach Magath is a housekeeper.

This time, the courier came over, and it was the smallest batch to buy, first of all, to give the players a familiar process, holding such a big ball, squatting; Pull; Run; Throwing, etc., these actions are very strenuous.

Magath's solid ball once practiced crying a large number of stars, holding such a big thing and running at high speed, 10 groups at a time, each group of 1000 meters, and not giving water to drink, which is indeed a little cruel.

The Portsmouth players showed from the morning physical test results that the whole team can last for half an hour of high-intensity confrontation, no more than one palm. Physical fitness is the root of all tactics, and only with physical fitness can we play better tactics and perform better.

The two days of physical training were very hard, but the players did not complain even the slightest bit, and everyone held their breath.

But there are always some who are not afraid of death, and our strikers should be among them.

Irishman Lawrence still sings very loudly when he jumps the goat, and he happily sings the song "Lawrence Unstoppable" composed for him by the fans: "Lawrence is unstoppable, he is fast, he has a lot of power, his shot can penetrate the net, lalala, are you scared?" Lawrence Unstoppable......"

Such a lyric is certainly not an appreciation for our striker, in fact, Lawrence has not scored a single goal until now, and the lovely group of Portsmouth fans have created such a song, pretending that they have a great goalscorer and keep scoring goals. The shooter's name is Lawrence, and he is fast, powerful, accurate and almost omnipotent.

However, the real situation of our Irishman is that he is not fast, inferior in strength, poor in confrontation, and simply cannot instill the slightest fear in the enemy.

The optimist did not regard the song as a satire on himself, but also learned bravely and sang it every day.

He hummed softly while doing push-ups, and when he squatted down with two 5-pound bumps, his breathing and sweat gradually overshadowed his voice.

Then there's the new assistant coach Walker, a middle-aged man in his 40s who looks a lot like Manchester United's legendary centre-back Stam, with a resolute look on his face, and he came to the first team after dealing with the youth team.

A good man with three gangs, a fence with three piles, a lot of work Edward can't handle alone.

Walker took another group of nine men, all dressed in special costumes and lead-filled clothes; wrist guards; knee pads and so on, with elastic ropes on the body doing explosive training.

In the afternoon, everyone was changing, and it was planned for three days in a row or even three days later.

Three days later the team will face Barnsley at home, a team founded in 1887 who have been playing in the lower leagues for many years, with their only title coming back in the 1912 FA Cup.

It's just that Portsmouth is not in a position to laugh at others these days, even if Barnsley's start is tepid, they are several places higher than Pompeo.

Except for fans of both teams, no one else will think that this match will be interesting. Naturally, there is little media attention, which is most suitable for a rookie like Ward.

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Today's weather is good, the sun is shining and it doesn't feel like winter, as the head coach, Heideward was the first to jump off the bus, and by the way, he also paid for the bus, and now the club can only rely on his meager savings over the years to barely stay afloat.

After that, there was captain Haim, assistant coach Walker and a series of others, and the last in line was not Margery, but the boss's secretary Richards. The team's video analysis is still needed, Portsmouth has no money or resources to recruit a professional analyst, and amateurs like him also need to be recruited, and Ward is ready to train it himself.

The team's results are poor, and the fans have indeed faded a lot compared to before, but there are still many die-hard onlookers.

The moment Haim jumped out of the car, the cheers almost burst into the sky, and the loyal fighters are always the most respected by the fans.

It's just that today all the players, including Haim, reacted mediocrely to the calls of the outside world, looking like they were going to fall asleep at any moment. Many people have unshaved beards, uncut hair, and hair hanging down in front of their eyes, and fans have to wonder if such a group of people can still play well.

Hydward, who had taken the lead, didn't take two steps before he was attacked by the fans. Will the lifeless Pompey legions still be able to bring them victory? The fans hate a team like this, and of course the anger has to be vented on the manager.

Ward stood on the side of the bus and patted every player who got off the bus on the shoulder, as if counting the numbers.

"Hey, wake up!" There are fans shouting, and the players with their heads down make them feel unspeakably depressed.

Such shouts spread from ten to hundred, and the entire underground parking lot was shouting, and when Margery got out of the car, because it was the first time he saw such a scene, he almost fell under the tension of stepping on the air.

Waldra took a hand, slapped his palm his back, and said, "Go to the locker room and calm down." ”

Margery will start today, which has been planned for a long time.

The shouts even caught the attention of the Barnsleysley players, who were noticeably more passionate than the silence here, with their backs straight, their backs straight, their hair combed neatly and meticulously, and even hairspray in shape.

Some listened to the music, others kept moving their shoulders and were eager to try, and they saw Portsmouth's walk into the dressing room with their heads bowed as timid, and their smiles were irrepressibly on their lips.

In the dressing room of Portsmouth, it is not to erupt in silence, but to die in silence.

Ricardo hadn't touched a cigarette for three days, even though it was hidden in the toilet box.

Jonathan's wine was all taken out and distributed to his teammates, of course, not to drink, warm white wine can be applied to the affected area to relax the muscles and invigorate the blood, reduce swelling and relieve pain.

Dave's cards also flush down the drain, and his fingers will be more nimble than when he shuffles the cards.

With ten minutes to go, the tactics board was blank, the manager was not there, and Haim was in the dressing room with an unusually red face.

The speech was not exciting enough, it was nothing more than how it was before and how it was going to be today, but everyone listened and was extremely focused.

Men are creatures who are accustomed to holding their heads high, and whenever this time comes they are ready for any decision they make.

Hydward is teaching Richards what a good video analyst looks like, and how to shoot a full-fledged game.

A little too much, he repeatedly stressed the importance of not hurting a manager's eyes.

Ward's heart was beating uncontrollably, this was professional football, not that the game couldn't be archived, so he used his work to relieve the pressure, but the clever Richards was dragged to a dark corner.

"Ding Ding Ding" three beeps, which are the sounds in the stadium reminding players that it is time to go.

A window in the corner offers a clear view of the sun-lit green turf and the stands full of fans.

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Come on, football, Lao Tzu is here!