Li Kunpeng tried to calm himself, there is no perfect person in the world.

Wang Yihao in front of him, a father who has been a fan since he was a child, no, no, no, no! A prodigy who has been immersed in the world of fiction since he was a child, and is cultivated according to the hope of Chinese football.

Such Wang Yihao, no matter how perfect he is, how many problems he hides!

Football is art, but football is not equal to literature.

Li Kunpeng wants to see if Wang Yihao has any problems, and he can remedy it.

"We practiced half an hour of 2V3 attack, I guarded the goal, Wang Yihao and Yang Fanyuan attacked first! A goal or a steal will end the round, and it will be replaced by a group of attacks by Wu Yue and Tan Hairui. And so on until the end of the game! ”

Li Kunpeng quickly made arrangements, Tan Hairui was unwilling to guard the goal, so he simply went up by himself and observed these teenagers on the field.

"I'm not in a group with him!"

"Grouping like this, Wang, victory is not martial!"

Yang Fanyuan and Wang Yihao looked at each other, sparks flew everywhere, and they objected at the same time.

Li Kunpeng's small eyes widened, and Yang Fanyuan immediately stood up straight, still staring at Wang Yihao without showing weakness.

Wang Yihao raised his head and said arrogantly: "King to king, the winner is the real king, the abuse of vegetables is boring!" ”

Tan Hairui stopped doing it: "Who do you say is the dish!" ”

"Shut up!" Li Kun Pengton made a lion's roar, "Football is not a one-person sport!" ”

"Wang, take a walk on the court, draw your sword out of the sheath and slash it three times in a row, showing the true character of the king of the ball." Wang Yihao reads the lines.

Tan Hairui burst out laughing: "You think you're Messi!" ”

"Shut up!" Li Kunpeng found that Wang Yihao's lion roar was immune, and he stopped roaring, and said, "Messi is not always walking, Barcelona at that time, playing overall football, and there are some periods when he needs to walk." ”

"Who is Messi?" Yang Fanyuan asked weakly.

Wang Yihao was about to sneer at each other, but the rhythm was deviated by Yang Fan, and he couldn't be arrogant anymore, so he laughed.

Li Kunpeng didn't laugh, he knew that Yang Fanyuan really didn't know Messi.

Yang Fanyuan's cognition of the players is still in Yang's father's wardrobe, and those posters printed with the young players of the Red Star Team and the Shengqibao Team are still in the closet.

After deciding to lead the football team of Zhongya High School, Li Kunpeng was thinking about how to effectively improve Yang Fanyuan's team defects.

However, the more I think about it, the more I can't figure it out.

Dad Yang is a strange man, obviously a diehard Chinese football loyalist, but he never watches football games in front of Yang Fanyuan, nor does he teach him to play, let alone take him to watch games and play games.

Yang Fanyuan secretly found his father watching football and ignited his curiosity about football.

After contact, I can only play by myself, and slowly fall into a state of purely liking to play with balls.

I had a little bit of time, I played football, I didn't have time to watch the game.

What's more, Chinese campuses are currently generally brushed education, and it's good to have time to play, and you still want to watch the game?

Therefore, the seven years of training with Li Kunpeng are seven years of Yang Fanyuan's ignorance of things outside the window and the fanatical pursuit of technical perfection.

Li Kunpeng once guided, but there was no little partner to kick together; Second, Kunpeng didn't realize that one day he would take Yang Fan to compete in the national arena.

So he found that the guidance was not effective, so he did not force it.

This is the wonderful picture created by the father of the wonderful fan, the wonderful coach, and the Chinese educational environment.

The skills are impeccable, the knowledge of football is almost zero, the awareness of football is a little, and the practice of the game is absolutely zero.

Now, here is Wang Yihao, who may be even more bizarre.

Li Kunpeng tried to stare at the little eyes, which made the little teenagers quiet.

Regrouped, Yang Fanyuan partnered with Tan Hairui.

No way, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Although Yang Fanyuan touched Tan Hairui's head before, now, the two of them decided to cooperate well and give Wang Yihao a dismissal.

Wang Yihao partnered with Wu Yue.

Wang Yihao's body always exudes the light of the protagonist.

Wu Yue is the opposite, honest, obedient, and has no sense of existence, but his feet are okay.

Li Kunpeng stood in front of the small goal, opened his hands, and signaled the start of the first round!

Wang Yihao and Wu Yue attacked first.

Wu Yue kicked the ball forward, Wang Yihao rushed out like lightning, took his right foot down, unsheathed the long sword, and went straight to the goal.

Tan Hairui pounced!

Yang Fanyuan kept his distance from Tan Hairui, waiting for Wang Yihao to break through, waiting for the opportunity to steal.

Wang Yihao sank his shoulders, his left foot shook to the right, and then the outside of his left foot flicked the instep, simple and practical!

Wang Yihao and Tan Hairui staggered shoulder-to-shoulder!

Left foot?!

Yang Fanyuan made a mistake in his position and couldn't make a steal, so he could only catch up and squeeze Wang Yihao.

Li Kunpeng nodded, the man and the ball are one, the two legs will be perfect!

Without waiting for Yang Fanyuan to completely get stuck in the position, Wang Yihao made a Marseille maneuver and pulled away from Yang Fan.

And then, and then it's time to pass the ball!

Yang Fanyuan is trying to squeeze Wang Yihao again, and Tan Hairui is still struggling to chase back.

The two watched the ball, sticking to the grass, and passed to Wu Yue's feet.

The ball is passed very comfortably! Wu Yue even had time and space, so he took two small steps forward, and sent the ball into the net at the moment when Li Kunpeng attacked.

Li Kunpeng is not in a rut, Wu Yue is just not a genius, not yet, after several years of professional training, he can't even score this kind of nanny ball.

Wang Yihao spread his legs, stood in place, raised his hands, and read his lines.

"I, that's me! The only king of the green! ”

Wu Yue was very happy to score, but when he saw Wang Yihao's appearance, he was embarrassed to celebrate and ran to pick up the ball.

Yang Fanyuan spread his hands and was about to speak, but Tan Hairui was not happy and shouted: "What kind of ability is the forward passing!" ”

What kind of logic is this?

What is the purpose of the breakthrough, didn't your coach teach?

Wang Yihao's rhythm was deviated again, and he couldn't continue to be arrogant, so he couldn't hold back his laughter, removed his styling and walked back.

Yang Fanyuan made up for it and said, "That's right! Don't pass the ball if you have the ability! ”

At this time, not only Wang Yihaole, but Wu Yue couldn't hold back his laughter.

In a football game, the forward's passing is not capable, God coach taught it!

Wang Yihao looked at Li Kunpeng with his eyes, isn't it, I want to rush out of Asia and go to the world in the hands of such a god coach?

Li Kunpeng supports his forehead, this, it's really not what I taught!

He finally understood why the old coach of Xiaoxiang University of Technology didn't let Tan Hairui play as a striker and wanted to train him to be a goalkeeper.

It's not that the old coach misunderstands the future, it's really a striker who Tan Hairui understands, and a forward in rugby.

If you don't get dragged down, you won't pass the ball!

As for Yang Fanyuan, there is really nothing to say, the passing is absolutely accurate, and the shooting is also superb.

But when you can rush and pass and shoot, you don't have to ask, suddenly!

In his words, this is called the pursuit of the ultimate beauty of technology!

For this matter, Li Kunpeng trained him, and he trained him until he wanted to vomit, and there was no way!

What is the purpose of the breakthrough?

Yang Fanyuan knows it, but he has never played in a team game, what he enjoys at the moment is the breakthrough process!

Yang Fanyuan's concept of the game is still stuck in his sister's table tennis game, you pat me and pat me!

Wang Yihao took the ball from Wu Yue's hand, threw it at Yang Fanyuan's feet, shook his index finger, and continued to read the lines: "It's your turn, you can use any tricks!" Wait, conquered by the king! ”

Wang Yihao showed his thumbs to himself with both hands and stepped back.

"Hey! Are you acting? "It's Tan Hairui who spoke, and he didn't wait for Yang Fan to kick off, just go up and take it.

In the next second, Tan Hairui lay down, the ball rolled to the side, and Wang Yihao stealed!

Yang Fanyuan's figure flashed, and he walked away with the ball, Wu Yue stepped forward to paste it, and Wang Yihao turned around and walked to the middle.

Li Kunpeng nodded, although Tan Hairui hadn't gotten up yet, Wang Yihao's tactical literacy had already taken into account Tan Hairui's situation.

Yang Fanyuan's tail passed, and he stopped and turned sharply, leaving Wu Yue behind.

In the next moment, Yang Fan flew out.

Don't forget, Wang Yihao is half a head taller than Yang Fan, and he is one size stronger.

When Wang Yihao lowered his center of gravity, stuck his position, and forcibly made Yang Fanyuan, who had a gorgeous action, flew out.

Wang Yihao, folded his hands, signaled that he had not committed a foul, and had a line in his mouth: "You can't kick the king!" King, the fill-in is so perfect! ”

Yang Fanyuan got up, and the burning in his eyes was not anger, but fighting spirit!

In pursuit of technical perfection, he found the best whetstone, the self-proclaimed king from fiction!