The merciless ridicule reached Fan Bizhuang's ears, which made his face uncontrollable with anger, and his fists clenched unconsciously. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fan Bizhuang, who has experienced two street wanderings, is actually extremely sensitive and inferior in his heart, his indifference, his strength, to be exact, can only be said to be a protective color. Since he was a child, he has struggled to survive in endless eyes and ridicule, and has gradually formed a paranoid and withdrawn character.

He only believes in his fists, and if someone insults him and looks down on him, he will only use his fists to shut up the other party.

Fan Bizhuang raised his head and stared coldly at Villanova not far away. The latter responded to him without showing weakness, and his eyes were as calm as water, so breezy and light, without the slightest ripple.

Fan Bizhuang was stunned, he had a feeling that he was facing himself, and even, he saw a faint sneer in the calm eyes of the other party.

"You're angry, angry? You even want to beat me up? Villanova said lightly, "Of course, the fist grows on your body, what you want to do, that's your freedom." ”

"But ......," Villanova raised his right hand and shook his index finger toward Fan Bizhuang, "that doesn't change the fact that you're a coward." Your stop is really ****, there's no denying that. If you don't want your life to be like your stoppage, it's a bunch of ****, you should know how to do it. ”

"If one day you achieve something on the green field that even I have to look for, I always welcome you with your sneakers on my face and tell me that you are a bunch of ****. Now...... "Villanova's right foot on the football," said Villanova, "if it's okay, can we continue now?" ”

Fan Bizhuang's clenched fist loosened, looked at the other party deeply, and suddenly smiled.

"No problem."

The corners of Villanova's mouth curled slightly, and he stopped talking nonsense, and kicked the football out of his feet.

Fan Bizhuang trotted two steps and greeted him again.

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“****！”

"It's better than ****!"

"If you can't stop the ball even the simplest, what qualifications do you have to be a professional footballer? Are you a pig? Sorry, I wanted to describe you as an animal like a pig, it's an insult to a pig! ”

"What are you doing? Go pick up the ball and ...... Go on! You stupider than a pig! ”

Amid Vilanova's calm scolding, the ball was stopped for a full day, and after the morning training, Fan Bizhuang and Vilanova ate together in the training camp cafeteria, and during the whole process, neither of them spoke, not even eye contact with each other.

After the meal, the two returned to the training ground again and continued to repeat the morning training.

When the training ground became crowded, today's training mission was finally over. Constantly repeating the action of catching the ball, not only boring, but also running around is quite physically draining, when Villanova made a stop gesture, Fan Bizhuang sat directly on the ground with a slight pant.

"There's been some improvement, and it's not bad."

Villanova paced over, bowing slightly beside Fan Bizhuang.

In fact, during the entire day of training, the two men exchanged little or no football skills, and apart from ridicule and name-calling, Vilanova had hardly spoken anything to Fan Bizhuang. He didn't explain the main points of how to stop the ball, nor did he tell some tips on catching the ball, he just kept kicking the ball at the opponent and then engaged in a new round of taunts.

Fan Bizhuang didn't ask, just repeated the process of catching the ball, picking up the ball, and then accepting the abuse.

Although it was only a short day, the two seemed to have formed a tacit understanding, ignoring each other and just doing their own thing. Of course, how to look at such a tacit understanding, how to make people feel embarrassed and weird.

But in fact, how to park the football easily, so that the football into an obedient elf around the controllable range of the body, this is not too advanced knowledge, nothing more than practice makes perfect, technical essentials and power control, but also to experience to make a number, everyone's body and strength are different, only with their own deep feelings, groping out the most suitable way for themselves, in order to do as if the arm commands.

In fact, after continuous failures, continuous exploration and attempts, he has been able to shorten Vilanova's pass from a meter away from his body to a steady stop on the side of his body.

Vilanova is very satisfied with Fan Bizhuang's progress speed, Fan Bizhuang can change from a clumsy stop to not only stop the ball, but also be able to turn around and dodge the action, which makes Vilanova reaffirm that Fan Bizhuang does have a lot of ball intelligence and learning ability.

After all, all this was done under the condition of the other party's own groping, he didn't make half a sentence of guidance, and he was able to draw inferences and make some extra actions while completing his own tasks, which was enough to surprise him.

But Vilanova did not give a direct compliment, in his opinion, this is far from enough, in the fierce professional arena, such a soft and straight pass is rare, the opponent will be forced all the time, and teammates under the pressure of the pass will inevitably be more powerful, but also more sudden, how to make Fan Bizhuang in a more urgent and difficult situation, can smoothly connect the action before the pass, this is the next task to be completed.

Of course, this is a step-by-step process, for the time being, you don't have to take too big a step, you have to eat one bite at a time, and you have to walk step by step.

Fan Bizhuang didn't respond, just glanced up at Villanova, and then stood up.

Knowing that Fan Bizhuang was going to start the daily clean-up, Bilanova didn't care, and walked to the side with his shoulders crossed.

Enrique saw his assistant coming over, stopped his hand that was teasing the Spring Festival, and said with a smile: "How is it?" ”

"It's terrible." Villanova shook his head, then nodded again, "But there is potential for cultivation, and the learning speed is fast." ”

Enrique grinned the corners of his lips with a smirk: "Really? I said man, just laugh if you want to, you've been straining at that iceberg all day, and you're not too tired to panic, huh? ”

Hearing this, Vilanova glared at Enrique, and then couldn't help it, and grinned.

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"Let's go, Spring Festival."

Fan Bizhuang dragged his tired body back, he nodded to the two coaches, and then beckoned to the Spring Festival. The Spring Festival ran over, stretched out his warm big tongue and licked Fan Bizhuang's hand affectionately, and Fan Bizhuang's face showed a smile.

"Goodbye, continue tomorrow, Fan." Enrique nodded goodbye.

"Wait."

As Fan Bizhuang turned to leave, Villanova suddenly spoke up.

He picked up a soccer ball caught in a net from the ground behind him and handed it to Fan Bizhuang.

"Tie it to your lap."

Fan Bizhuang was stunned for a moment, but he took the football, and then tied it to his lap.

"In the future, you have to take it with you when you walk, run, and even eat and bathe."

Villanova added.

Fan Bizhuang nodded, then turned to leave.

As his footsteps moved, the ball stumbled on his leg, take a step, bounce, take another step, bounce again.

Fan Bizhuang has a very strange feeling, the football hit his leg without much pain, but it is very inconvenient to walk, because the football and his pace are not in the same rhythm, maybe when he stretched his legs, the football did not move, and when he closed his legs, the football was knocked out.

"This is really ......" Fan Bizhuang shook his head helplessly, frowning and whispering, "Is this also a kind of training?" ”

Fan Bizhuang walked forward slowly, the football was still knocked on his legs, and soon flew back to hit his feet, he had to carefully stabilize the rhythm, as much as possible to keep the football and cadence at the same point.

The Spring Festival was jumping around him excitedly, he showed great interest in the extra thing on his master's leg, it learned the movements of football, every time the football was knocked out by the leg, it also jumped forward, and it was very happy.

"Bang~"

Fan Bizhuang devoted himself to how to keep the frequency of the football and his legs consistent, but he didn't pay attention, his steps were a little bigger, and the rhythm was out of order.

"Hahaha~"

Enrique's wanton laughter came from afar, and seeing Fan Bizhuang's embarrassed fall, he felt a little overjoyed in his heart.

"I said Tito, I've completely convinced you, I can come up with such a whole person, I really didn't find out before, you are still a bad stomach!"

Enrique laughed and looked at Villanova, who opened his mouth to reveal a mouthful of white teeth.

"It's not just the whole person...... Let him get used to it, ha! ”