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Chapter 172 Pires' Advice

"Zhi" The first simulation training has officially started,

As the whistle blew, the players on the court suddenly started to move. The three frontcourt players desperately rushed towards the opponent's half, and the opponent quickly passed the ball out.

The three forwards, Duran, Kone, and Migran, have very strong explosive power. The tense muscles of their legs are like springs, and they bounce off with a push. The speed is too fast, the speed at the first start was faster than Ling Feng, and even much faster than Li Rong's speed, are these still human?

The next three forwards continued to fight around the frontcourt, and every time their bodies collided with the opponent's players, they would make a muffled "dong dong".

Seeing this, Yang Luo's forehead was already sweating, confrontation was his weakness, if he bumped into it, he wouldn't be disabled.

"Yang Luo" At the moment Yang Luo was distracted, Andy beside him yelled at him. When Yang Luo regained his composure, he saw the ball rolling towards him, and Yang Luo quickly concentrated his attention , Protecting the ball with his feet, but an opponent player rushed towards him quickly, aiming at the ball under his feet and kicking hard.

Yang Luo didn't step on it firmly, the ball was kicked out directly, and the opponent's impact was extremely inertial, when it hit Yang Luo's body, Yang Luo was like a kite with a broken string, and was directly knocked into the air.

There was no pain in the virtual world, but when Yang Luo fell heavily to the ground, the referee just took a look and did not interrupt the game. Yang Luo quickly got up on his stomach and continued to fight.

In the 45 minutes of the first half, Yang Luo took the ball 3 times and was knocked down 3 times. He didn't pass a high-quality ball, but Andy was a little better than himself. He took the ball 2 times and passed it 2 times. This made Yang Luo a little surprised, Andy's physical attributes were so poor, but he did much better than himself, what was going on.

Looking up and seeing that the scoreboard on the court still showed 0:0, Yang Luo let out a sigh of relief. After 45 minutes, he still hadn’t found the feeling on the court. What made Yang Luo most depressed was that his body couldn’t adapt to the rhythm here. , No matter in terms of speed or body, they are no match for these people, so how will they kick the next ball.

During the intermission, the players were exactly the same as in reality. The head coach Portugal was calling several people on the front line to discuss something, while Pires was sitting on the sidelines doing data analysis, aiming at the problems that occurred in the first half , Yang Luo was very puzzled, so he wanted to ask Pires.

After all, this is a virtual world, and asking a few questions won't eat you up.

"Mr. Pires," Yang Luo walked over. Pires was sitting on the bench analyzing the data of the first half. Seeing Yang Luo coming over and putting down the documents in his hand, he raised his head and said, "Come on, sit down, what's the matter?" ?"

Yang Luo also relied on this being a virtual world, so he boldly asked.

"I felt terrible in the first half, can you analyze it for me." Yang Luo asked with a humble expression.

Pires smiled and said, "What do you think of the rhythm of the game just now?"

Yang Luo thought about it for a while, and said, "It feels very fast,"

"Compared to your country?" Pires continued to ask.

Yang Luo hasn't watched a few domestic games, but he still has some impressions when he occasionally changes the channel, "The domestic rhythm is slower than here."

Pires continued to nod his head and said, "Then do you think this match is intense?"

Yang Luo turned his head to look, this match was the fiercest match he had ever seen, so he said, "Intense."

Seeing that Yang Luo had finished answering, Pires smiled and said: "The European stage competition is very fierce, but you can go to the La Liga stage. The collision there is even more intense than what you saw today, so play well." The premise of the game is to first learn to protect yourself."

After Yang Luo finished listening, a picture appeared in his mind, that is, a group of hulks were playing football on the field, but there was only one stickman inside. The moment the picture appeared, Yang Luo instantly understood a truth.

Isn't the special training arranged by the coaching staff just to improve his physical fitness? Although Yang Luo understands the importance of his body to a player, he didn't put himself in the shoes of a player. Now after feeling it, he finally understands the coach's intentions.

He looked down at his thin body, and then smiled wryly: "Wouldn't someone like me be useless?"

"How is it possible, you still have many advantages," Pires said with a smile, and then pointed to Yang Luo's two legs, and said: "Your weapons are here, and I still expect you to perform outstandingly Woolen cloth,"

Seeing the other party's encouraging face, Yang Luo nodded his head again.

A few minutes before the start of the game, Pires said to Yang Luo: "Yang Luo, if you want to survive in Europe, you must be first-class physically and technically. You have great potential, so come on, you won't let me be disappointed,"

Yang Luo stood up and nodded heavily: "Don't worry, I won't let you down."

After speaking, he turned and walked onto the court.

At the beginning of the second half, Yang Luo put all his energy into it. He must prove that no matter which stage he is on, he will never be looked down upon.

Yang Luo gave up his original midfield position and rushed to the frontcourt to ask for the ball. Although most players in the team did not pass him the ball, occasionally a few balls would reach his feet.

In order to prove himself, Yang Luo did not choose to hit the goal, but passed the ball to a player in a better position by turning around and passing the ball. In this way, every time he passed the ball, a defender would pounce on him. The rapid fall and climb made Yang Luo grow a lot in this game. He even realized that being able to pass a good kick is better than scoring a goal himself.

In the 75th minute of the second half, Dulan dribbled the ball into the opponent's penalty area and made a direct pass. Migran jumped high in the middle and made the final decision, rewriting the score to 1:0.
The team members hugged each other happily, but Yang Luo stood aside like an outsider. This feeling was really unpleasant.

However, Yang Luo will slowly prove his own,

The 90-minute game was finally over. Racing Santander defeated the opponent by one goal and won the simulation training.

The 1000 points are prominently displayed in the points column of the system.

But Yang Luo couldn't be happy at all. He didn't contribute anything to this game. Except for passing the ball more than in the first half, the rest was completely the same as the invisible man.

Yang Luo was hit hard at this point. After all, the Campus Cup himself was the main force of the team, but when he came here, he could neither get the ball nor have a chance to perform. Yang Luo was really crazy.

At the end of the game, Yang Luo thought he would log out of the system directly, but the system didn't give any prompt. At this time, Pires came up from the field, handed Yang Luo a towel, and asked, "How is it?"

Yang Luo took the towel and wiped the sweat off his face. He shook his head, looking very frustrated, "Not good."

After hearing this, Pires laughed directly. He pointed to Andy who was standing not far away, and asked, "Then what do you think of his performance?"

Yang Luo nodded and said truthfully: "Better than me, at least he hasn't been brought down." For a certain period of time, Yang Luo had some doubts, whether the system deliberately arranged for someone to put him down, why did Andy Can always avoid.

Seeing Yang Luo's complaining tone, Pires only said two words: "Experience."

After speaking, Pires patted Yang Luo on the shoulder and said, "It's okay to watch more games, you will learn a lot from it." After speaking, he turned and left.

Seeing that the smile was still on Pires' face, Yang Luo wanted to go up to ask for advice, but the system directly backed him out.

Thinking back to what Pires had said, Yang Luo nodded slowly. It seemed that he had made up for it both in terms of physical fitness and experience.

After speaking, Yang Luo re-entered the competition.

(End of this chapter)