Chapter 203: What is Maturity (Part I)

Hydward slept for an hour, and he rarely had time to rest in the middle of the day, and the afternoon training session was not so tight, and the players relaxed. Mauro Icardi and Toni Rudiger are two new studio freaks in the training room, while N'Golo Kante and Edouard Mendy have been working on additional defensive training with Finnan, while the others have been in the rehabilitation room and resting in the room.

Enyeyama has suffered a minor back injury in the last two days, and it is difficult to sleep and roll over at night. At this moment, he was following the team doctor to do a lift in the physiotherapist, half-squatting, the muscles and meridians of his thighs burst out, looking a little terrifying. The little fingers of both of his palms were deformed, unable to be straightened no matter how they were extended, and were half-bent. Of course, it's not a big deal, most of the goalkeepers in the world have deformed little fingers, you probably haven't seen the soles of those strikers and defenders, does that make you wonder if it's a human foot? The calluses are vertical and horizontal, the soles of the feet are black and red, and the efforts behind the glamour of the players are not something ordinary people can imagine.

In the afternoon, when the sun began to set, the team began evening training, after changing the main team and substitute vests, a few who were not feeling well ran laps alone, Hydward did not lead the team, handed over to the assistant coach, he called Mahrez to the office alone to chat

Riyad Mahrez is a popular fan in the team, he is highly skilled and always scores goals in important games, but Heid is still a little unhappy with him, and he is now like Chelsea midfielder Joe. The unimproved version of Cole is technically powerful, but at the same time lacks a spirit of cooperation.

Ward wanted him to play in the No.10 position, because the team is the only one who can play in this position, and the tactical framework will not collapse directly in the event of an injury.

"Look at this and this," Ward said, holding the 2-0 defeat to Birmingham City on his laptop, "you conceded too many goals, we had five counter-attacks in 16 minutes from the 51st minute to the 67th minute, and you should be thankful to N'Golo Kante for defusing four of those threats." ”

Mahrez was noncommittal, did not agree or refute, and the manager's words can be said to be unceremonious, without giving any face. Perhaps not enough to hit the players, Ward continued: "A No.10, the heart of Sneijder's attack, has to have a very high tactical level to be able to connect defence and attack perfectly, but definitely not to link up the opponent's defence and counter-attack.

He took a look at his players and saw that Mahrez was still restrained despite his face, and he felt that the lessons of the coach were basically the problems he exposed when he played in the number 10 position.

'Boss, I've tried hard, but I think I'm better suited to stay on the left or behind Icardi, what you're saying is too hard for me. Mahrez calmed down and said with an embarrassed expression.

"No, no, no," Hydward exclaimed three times in a row, "You haven't worked hard enough, you can do it." ”

He took out another string of stats and continued: "If you can play that position, it will be of great help to the team, Ali is not good at dribbling the ball and cannot be a stable point of play in the frontcourt, Riad you are different, if you can learn how to run and how to receive the ball, it will form a qualitative change in our entire frontcourt system, not only do I have one more tactical choice, but it will also be more difficult for the enemy to deal with us." ”

"There is still some time left before the play-offs, don't you want to retreat and practice a big move?"

"Ultimate?" Mahrez frowned, and it took a long time to stretch out: "Well, since you said so, I'm trying." ”

Hydward patted his disciple on the shoulder and was relieved, he had no interest in players who were reluctant to learn, and it just so happened that Portsmouth's players were of high quality. He liked Riyad Mahrez as a poor player, brave, strong, and his dribbling skills were particularly good. When Riyad Mahrez is in control of the ball, his players are given a rare break to keep the ball at their feet and rest safely.

Mahrez took the dozen training plans handed over by the coach, revealing a helpless wry smile, which was densely covered with words.

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He relaxed and asked if there were any good movies or games lately, which Mahrez didn't know much about, but he loved the NBA and tennis.

Ward and his disciple chatted a few more words, and there was a quick knock at the door, and he walked over to open the door, and Vardy appeared in front of him with an anxious face, shouting, "Coach, there is a fight below." ”

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Hydeward's face changed, he stood up with a bang, he walked to the window and opened the curtain completely, the training ground that had just been calm, harmonious, prosperous and vibrant was in chaos at this moment, the players and the coaching staff separated the two sides of the trouble, and the two people still didn't seem to calm down, and they were a little unconvinced and wanted to come forward to theorize.

Riyad Mahrez and Vardy had already rushed down, and Hydward struggled to calm the anger surging in his chest before he hurried downstairs.

You don't know if fate jumped out of a circle or an ellipse, unfortunately, this time it's an ellipse again.

By the time Hydward got downstairs, the dispute had subsided, and the players stood well, quietly, calmly, as if nothing had happened, and the two parties involved were Icardi and Mustafi, whose eyes were facing left and right, without intersection, deliberately treating each other as strangers.

Icardi had just conceded a penalty to his team-mate in the last round of the league, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them had just happened under Aoi Aoi.

Disputes on the training ground on the football field are very common, there are always some quarrels between men and men, there are always some quarrels, and even a fight is not a big deal, if you write him on the beach for a while, the wind will disperse as soon as it comes.

Things came and went as quickly as they could, and Ward didn't say anything, stopping the group confrontation training and changing to targeted training to let Finnan continue to complete the next training sessions. He didn't let either Icardi or Mustafi leave the pitch, he just asked them to shake hands and then they could continue training, and if they refused to shake hands, it would be a different story.

Mauro smiled and quickly stretched out his hand, while Mustafi struggled a little and finally reluctantly touched each other's hands in fear of the manager's authority.

Ward breathed a sigh of relief and called captain Campbell aside to understand what had happened.

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"It's not a big deal, the cake just grabbed his leg when he was fighting, kicked Mauro, and the two of them got up, and Mustafi said: How is it, you want to sue your father? His mouth always can't control himself, and he doesn't have a brain to speak. ”

Ward frowned and motioned for the captain to continue.

"Boss, you know, Mauro's father was hospitalized last week, and the team didn't know about it, and he probably felt offended and tried to rush over, but the two didn't fight, and we stopped him. Mousse probably just thought that it was a normal confrontation before and there was no malice, and if I told him what happened, it would be easy to solve, and I would apologize to him. ”

Campbell explained the situation clearly and promised to take care of the matter, and Hydward thought for a few seconds and nodded in agreement.

"After the training, let the cake go to my office, and I'll talk to him alone." Ward sat down on the bench on the sidelines and said as he watched the session, as far as his eye could see, Icardi was already smiling and sprinting with the ball, while Mustafi avoided the concerned eyes of his compatriot Rudiger and silently waved his arms forward.

If you don't have a moth in a week, you can already thank God for your favor.