Chapter 152: Conteney Watson

Chicago, Illinois, USA. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The third-largest city in the U.S. isn't for nothing, with streets far more bustling than those in China, and the air quality here is a world away from Beijing's.

Frye sat in the driver's seat, driving this Mercedes-Benz, looking extremely majestic, and Zhou Leehom sat in the co-pilot's seat.

Zhou Leehom looked at everything in the car curiously in the car, and said, "Why didn't I see this car yesterday!" ā€

Frye pursed his lips disdainfully, picked up a cigar, took a hard puff, and then said arrogantly: "I don't show this car to ordinary people!" ā€

Zhou Leehom raised his eyebrows, he obviously wouldn't believe that this Mercedes-Benz was Fry, after all, how could a rich man be reduced to going to that kind of school to be a coach.

As if feeling Zhou Leehom's disbelieving eyes, Fry put away his arrogant arrogance just now and said, "Okay, Zhou, I'll tell you the truth, this car is not mine, I borrowed it." ā€

"I'll just say, haha!" Zhou Leehom laughed and patted his thigh.

"Dude, don't shoot me."

"How much it hurts to shoot yourself!"

"You won."

……

Mercedes stopped in front of an apartment, which looked very luxurious, with a large gate from the front, which made the whole house extraordinarily wide. The small garden is right next to the house, and it is not a dream house.

"As far back as I can remember, Conteny didn't live in a house like this." Zhou Leehom got out of the car, looked left and right and said.

"Friend, it was all ten years ago, he has already made a fortune, why not change the house? Of course, I will never ask him to help me, after all, I have not yet fallen to the point of beggar. Frye closed the car door very stylishly, then pulled out the iPhone 6s he had been using and made a call.

"Flies, what wind is blowing you here?" Zhou Leehom suddenly heard a voice, which obviously did not come from Frye's phone, Frye frowned, turned off the phone, and looked towards the source of the sound with Zhou Leehom.

I saw a gray-haired old white man who looked to be over sixty years old, dressed in casual clothes, walking from the main entrance of the house to the gate. When Zhou Leehom saw him, he first felt a little strange, and then felt very familiar.

As this person gets closer and closer, it can be seen that his face is very wrinkled, and his nose is also of the rosacea type, and his eyes are narrowed into a slit, which is really not a long story to be honest. When he came to the door, he didn't open it directly, and said, "Fly, you are not welcome in my house today!" ā€

"Oh, friend, how can you say that, don't you want to treat us to juice today?" Frye smiled and pushed his big black sunglasses.

The old man heard the "we" in Frye's words, and he moved his gaze strangely to see a strange and familiar figure.

"Zhou!"

"Contney!" The two said almost in unison.

"Old man!" Contney couldn't believe his eyes, quickly entered the password to open the door, and then gave Zhou Leehom a big hug.

"Man, why are you back, it's been a long time!" Contney's excited body trembled, and why wasn't Zhou Leehom like this?

"Yes, I'm back, I'm back to find what belongs to me, teacher." Zhou Leehom patted Contney's shoulder vigorously and said.

"Ahem......" Frye next to him coughed a little embarrassed and said, "Recalling the old and reminiscing, can you let us in first!" ā€

"Haha, what you're saying is, let's go, let's go in first." Contney reacted, smiled, and seemed to be much younger all of a sudden, and with a wave of his sleeves, he walked into his house with Zhou and Fry.

Contney Watson was Leehom Zhou's first mentor, and when Leehom Zhou came to the United States twelve years ago, it was Watson who included him under his disciple. And Watson was also very famous in the college league at that time, and once led Illinois to the NCAA Finals, but lost to North Carolina 75-70 in the Finals.

"Contney, I'll tell you the truth." Frye sat unceremoniously on the sofa in the living room of the Contney house, looking very grinning, perhaps this is the nature of black people.

If it were a normal day, Conteney would definitely be furious, either scolding Frye or blasting him out. And today's situation is different, the important guest is really here, how can Conteney not give face to his beloved. And Frye did this on purpose.

Seeing that Conteny frowned and didn't say anything, Frye laughed and said, "Conteny, do you know, my favorite thing to watch is that someone wants to get angry and can't make it!" ā€

"Fly, I advise you to talk less nonsense, Zhou, why did you come to the United States and tell this annoying fly without telling me first? You know, he's not a good guy! Conteney glanced at Zhou Leehom and said.

Frye sat up straight, as if he wouldn't be bored if he didn't fight with him for a moment: "Ouch, Mary gave birth to a baby and what did it matter to me, why did someone ask me to go with me?" You think I want to see your unbeaten face, such an old bone is not a little more restrained. ā€

Conteney swallowed, seemed to be really afraid of Frye's trick, and whispered: "Frye, don't talk nonsense, after that cheating, I don't dare!" It's like a Chinese idiom, a lesson from the past. ā€

"You say that every time." Frye pursed his lips, "It's a shame that you still say my name, it's rare to hear it twice a year." ā€

"Ahem, anyway, Mary is still resting upstairs, don't talk about this, let's talk about Zhou's problem." Conteny sat up straight, beckoned a nanny, and said, "May, have a bottle of red wine." ā€

The babysitter, named May, said yes and walked away.

Frye said, "Contney, this time, I want to say something. That's if you can get Zhou into your varsity team as an assistant coach. ā€

"What?" Contney's eyebrows furrowed, and he said, "No. ā€

"Why?" Zhou Leehom couldn't help but ask.

Conteny narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm retired, and now it's not up to me to do it." ā€

"What!" Frye was taken aback and said, "Why did you retire?" ā€

"Recently, my college grades have not been very good, and those little bastards have become less and less interested in me, until Mary gave birth a few days ago, which became the fuse for my retirement, but the root cause is the team's poor record." As Conteney spoke, his eyes looked a little lonely.

"Oh, damn it, it looks like your coaching skills have really regressed a lot, I'll just say why you didn't even beat the first round. So what to do now, you know how much that incident ten years ago hurt Zhou, lost the memory of coaching at that time, and now it is not easy to get him all back. Frye glanced at Zhou Leehom, who was sitting next to him and listening carefully.

"After all, that thing has to be faced, and it won't be long before Mary will come out, and I heard that she is doing well in prison." Conteney said.

The red wine came up after a while, and the three of them filled their glasses, and Conteney took a sip, and then said, "Zhou, what have you done in China in the past few years?" ā€

Finally it was Zhou Leehom's turn to speak, Zhou Leehom said: "I am now coaching a high school team, and I will play the national league in March this year, and we have passed the previous preliminaries. ā€

"China's high school league...... "Conteney snorted and said, "How do you get the players to play?" ā€

Zhou Leehom was a little embarrassed, he said that he was a coach in the field, and he was just an assistant coach sitting on the bench watching the game, but he just gave the players support from time to time.

"It doesn't seem like much." Fry drank all the red wine in the cup, looked at Zhou Leehom's embarrassed appearance, and said.

"Alas......" Conteny sighed, "it seems that you have really forgotten all the housekeeping skills I have given you." ā€

"Do you remember my favorite method when I was coaching a college team?" Conteny considered himself to be the most advanced of his time.

"Defensive counter-attack, who didn't know that Illinois was the best team at the time to play defensive counter-attack?" Zhou Leehom still remembers these things clearly, and this is not within the scope of his disappearing memory.

Conteny smiled slightly, nodded, and said, "That's right, so do you remember what my favorite defense was?" ā€

Zhou Leehom thought for a moment, but still shook his head blankly.

Conteny said: "Joint defense. ā€

Defense? Zhou Leehom remembered that when Chen Dahai first came to the No. 4 Middle School, he used joint defense tactics to deal with the No. 2 Middle School.

"Speaking of which." Zhou Leehom seemed to think of something, took out a USB flash drive from his portable bag, and said: "Here are all the videos of our school, teacher, come and see if there is anything that needs to be improved." ā€

"Wait." Conteny took the USB flash drive, got up and went upstairs.

Frye said angrily: "Zhou, why don't you watch these videos when you're not at my house, I'll watch them too!" ā€

"Sorry, I forgot." Zhou Leehom smiled innocently.

Zhou Leehom and Frye chatted for about a minute, and Conteney walked downstairs with a laptop. Conteny placed the computer on the table, facing the three of them, so that all three of them could see the computer screen.

Conteny plugged in the USB flash drive, quickly double-clicked on the computer, and said, "Zhou, you want to show us that one?" ā€

Conteny couldn't understand Chinese, because the names of these video files were all Chinese Chinese characters, so it was natural for Zhou Leehom to operate it.

Zhou Leehom took the mouse and clicked on the video of the game between the fourth middle school and the second middle school.

While watching the video, Zhou Leehom introduced the players on the field. Conteney couldn't help frowning when he watched it, the technical and tactical literacy of any side on the field was too low, and although there were some excellent goals and combinations occasionally, it still didn't reach Contenny's expectations. However, Conteney was soon relieved, after all, it was just a municipal high school amateur league.

The outstanding performance at the beginning was naturally Fu Xudong, who killed all sides, but after a while, there was a scene that made the three of them worry, that is, the scene where Wu Yichen fell heavily to the ground when he jumped and broke the ball.

"I have to say that this player really doesn't know how to protect himself." Conteney shook his head amusedly.

'He's our most important player.' Zhou Leehom didn't say anything and continued to watch the video.

Later, Zeng Bing was injured, Wu Yichen returned to battle, and Conteney didn't figure out why Zhou Leehom asked him to watch this video.

"Here we are." Zhou Leghong said that this is the first time that the fourth middle school has used joint defense tactics in this game, but it looks full of holes in the video, and the bottom corners on both sides and the three points in front of the front are almost impossible to take into account by defense.

"This is called joint defense? I already knew that this joint defense in the United States was only at the level of junior high school. Frye pouted disdainfully.

"Don't forget, they've only been honing this tactic for less than a week. ā€

"I don't know what the level of this joint defense is in Chinese high schools, but to be honest, if this joint defense is placed in front of me, I have a hundred ways to break it." Conteny said, pointing to the screen.

"You'll say there are a hundred ways to do it every time, and that's always an exaggeration." Frye said, clasping his hands over his chest and leaning back on the couch.

The game ended quickly, and the break in between was successfully skipped by the videographer with a pause.

"This number 14 is still a good player, but his skills are not mature enough." Conteny commented, "The team played a very difficult game, and if it wasn't for the injury of the opponent's main player at the last moment, the victory of this game is really hard to say. ā€

Frye interjected: "Zhou is here, and I don't want you to comment on the results of this game. This No. 14, in my opinion, must be a superstar player. ā€

"Not necessarily!" Conteney doesn't think so.

"There's also a video here." Zhou Leehom clicked on the match between No. 4 Middle School and Maoming No. 1 Middle School shortly after that.

After the baptism of time, the team has become more and more adapted to Chen Dahai's tactical system, this game can be said to be not smooth, Wu Yichen alone scored 15 assists, and every pass he made was able to tear apart the opponent's defense.

But what caught Conteney's eye was not this, but the team's joint defense tactics compared with the game just now, which had made great progress. The connection is even better in the mutual conversion of marking.

"I have to admit that this is a very talented team." "But that's not the real essence of joint defense. And the true essence of joint defense is here. ā€

Conteny gestured to his head. (To be continued.) )