Yang Fanyuan and Wang Yihao, the first duel in their football lives, ended hastily with the coach Li Kunpeng being injured.

Li Kunpeng, who had ice packs on his thighs, insisted on sitting on the sidelines and urged the four teenagers to relax after the game.

Well, yes, it's professional!

It's just that his strained thigh, which doesn't look very professional, attracts the teasing eyes of teenagers from time to time.

The one who talked the most was Tan Hairui, the "run, boy", who was relaxing and training while talking endlessly.

"Coach, it turns out that you are also a berserk player! So why do you play as a defender? ”

"The defender has been playing for a long time, so his body has degenerated, and he is injured once in a rage?"

"How many times have you gone berserk, how many times are left?"

“…………”

Li Kunpeng narrowed his small eyes and ignored it directly.

"The boss is a defender? Isn't it a striker. Yang Fanyuan blinked his eyes, and before his words fell, he quickly covered his mouth.

It's not good, I almost told the story of the Red Star poster! This matter has been hooked, and I can't say it.

Yes, one of the old posters in Yang's father's wardrobe is Li Kunpeng, who roared angrily after scoring a goal, with a long face, a big mouth, and small eyes.

There is an introduction next to it, "The successor of the Red Star Cannon - Forward rookie Li Kunpeng".

"It's the defender! My mother said that the coach used to play in the Chinese Super League, I searched on the Internet, he is the defender, 'disbandment brother'......" shouted here, Tan Hairui covered his mouth violently, silent, and learned Yang Fanyuan to blink.

Li Kunpeng smiled awkwardly, hehe, since he has decided to make a comeback, the stalk of "disbanding brother" always has to be faced.

He just couldn't hold it on his face, and after his comeback, the first time he encountered this stalk was in front of these eccentric teenagers.

"The king thinks that our team is ...... in the west mountain at dusk," Wang Yihao, who was chattering, began to read the lines again.

Tan Hairui immediately interrupted him: "What the hell is the West Mountain at sunset?" Our team hasn't been born yet, okay, it's only in the afternoon! ”

"Listen to the king's analysis!" Wang Yihao put his thumbs to his mouth with both hands and read the lines aloud, "The head coach who loves to be violent and loves to be injured, the young player who can't pass the ball, the blinking baby who flies when the crazy tropical ball hits, and the nodding funnel who can only chase the ball." See for yourselves, it's normal that only I, the king of the greens, are right. This team, how to look like a comedy, no, no, no, no, no, it's a farce! ”

After Wang Yihao finished reading the lines, he saw that everyone was staring at him, he was not in a hurry, and added a line, which was very sure: "It's a farce!" ”

"Trouble you, I think the whole team belongs to you the best at acting, slapstick actor!" Tan Hairui rolled his eyes and protested.

"Shut up!" Li Kunpeng couldn't listen to it, and hurriedly made a disbandment speech, oh no, relax the training and end the speech.

"Hurry back to eat, gather at half past three in the afternoon, don't be late, Director Sang will be punished!" After speaking, Li Kunpeng hurriedly lifted the medicine box, dragged his injured leg, and slipped away.

This group of strange people is really a headache, and I can only count on Sang Shan to rectify it.

The four teenagers were bickering, packing up their equipment, oh no, it was three, Wu Yue watched them bickering.

The gods put away their equipment and fought well, and then they went back to their own homes, each found their own mother, and each told their own myths.

Of course, behind every unsolved god baby, there must be a funny and unsolvable family legend.

This is not something that outsiders can easily snoop on.

At half past three in the afternoon, warm-up training.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the game of passing and catching the ball.

At half past four in the afternoon, a 6-on-6 game.

Li Kunpeng looked at the 12 players running around on the field, and then looked at Sang Shan, who was fully armed on the sidelines, wearing sports glasses, wearing ponytails, and his eyes were rolling around with the players.

He tried to speak several times and stopped.

This scene is chaotic, is there a fixed position, is there any rule?

If this was in the Red Star team back then, playing like this, and running 10,000 meters after training, it would be appropriate.

Li Kunpeng originally only strained his thigh, but now, watching such a while of training, his heart muscle is about to be strained.

He worked hard to organize the language, and wanted to communicate well with Sang Shan, this little girl was not easy to mess with.

Sang Shan watched the teenagers train intently, nodding her head and giving her comments.

"Yang Fanyuan is good, he can protect the ball."

"Meng Guanghai can, this ball should be transferred with a big foot."

"Tan Hairui's explosive power is a piece of sprinting material!"

"This season Yiming, I really can't see it, good chicken thief, pull people's ball pants!"

"Wang Yihao, okay! It's really good to master the rhythm of passing and control, and he has the demeanor of a captain. ”

“…………”

Li Kunpeng couldn't cry or laugh, and whispered: "Xiao Sang, this, this, will there be a little bit of disorder!" ”

"It's called Instructor San!" Sang Shan glanced at Li Kunpeng and said affirmatively, "It's good, everyone has shown their own characteristics." ”

"Small, ah, Mulberry guidance. This, this chaotic ......" Li Kunpeng struggled to organize the language.

"Uncle, do you want to say that the scene is chaotic?" Sang Shan responded casually, and suddenly shook his fist, "Good ball!" ”

It happened that Meng Guanghai made a successful steal, and decisively made a long pass to find Tan Hairui.

Tan Hairui was as fast as lightning, caught up with the ball, bumped into Wu Yue, who was making up for the defense, and hit the ball into the goal!

"Well, it's a bit chaotic." Waiting for Sang Shan to calm down, Li Kunpeng whispered.

Sang Shan looked at Li Kunpeng, seemed to be a little dissatisfied, and teased: "Uncle, you are very unprofessional in this question. In the past 10 years since you left football, have you really studied European youth training? ”

"I—I'm not professional?" Li Kunpeng stared at his small eyes and pointed to his big nose in protest.

"Uncle, what is your profession?" Sang Shan glanced at him, pointed to Li Kunpeng's injured thigh, and said with a little contempt, "I will play in person, and I won't warm up, professional?" ”

Li Kunpeng was speechless, and countless ellipses flew in his heart, okay, Sang Shan's move is more powerful than "disbanding brother".

Sang Shan continued: "I look at Yang Fanyuan carefully, this is definitely a genius! But so far in training, he has been ineffective in dribbling and refuses to pass. Uncle, you explain and explain, you can take him for seven years! ”

The word "seven" was said very seriously, and Sang Shan's face was full of dissatisfaction.

Without waiting for Li Kunpeng to answer, Sang Shan continued: "You must want to say that it is because he has never played. But, uncle, you're professional! Shouldn't your training methods be professional? The sense of competition is not only a matter of competition. Uncle, yes of your profession, do you know about situational training? ”

"Just like you introduced that day, you took Yang Fanyuan to warm up, wear equipment, exercise habits, and eating habits are very professional. That's right, I see it. But uncle, the training content is very unprofessional! ”

"You've taught him all your life, but you've not taught him a sense of professional football! Don't say, this one-on-one training can't be taught! ”

Sang Shan finished speaking in one breath and looked at Li Kunpeng coldly.

Li Kunpeng said, indeed, Sang Shan's knife pierced accurately!

Yang Fanyuan pursues technical perfection to the extreme, and he originally had a way to guide, but he didn't.

From the beginning, he never thought that one day, Yang Fanyuan would step on the professional stage.

He is like a warrior who is about to be buried by the end of the world, unable to return to heaven, and unwilling to hand over the task of saving the world to a young child.

He simply felt that the child in front of him, who loved football and was talented, just wanted to teach him his life's learning, but he didn't expect him to go into battle to kill the enemy and save the world in the future.

It must be admitted that the training mentality and training methods in this situation of Li Kunpeng are not professional!

Sang Shan looked at Li Kunpeng seriously: "If you want to solve Yang Fanyuan's problem, you must start real vocational training!" ”

Is the real vocational training the chaos in front of you? Li Kunpeng looked at the stadium and was skeptical.

"I'm waiting for everyone to expose the problem, and of course, it's better if they can find the problem themselves!" Sang Shan looked at the court and smiled, "Professional training, including teaching them to know themselves!" ”