Lu Yin Silly Waist

There is a pedestrian street about 500 meters away from the Tottenham training ground.

The streets are crowded with crowded shops.

Yi Le was wearing a down jacket, wearing a mask, sunglasses, and a hat. The brim was very low. He never thought he would become a star one day.

But to be honest, this is really inconvenient, but he has to pretend like this, after all, if he appears in public, it will definitely cause boiling.

This is the summary of Yi Le in recent times.

As for why he came to this pedestrian street, because there is a good milk tea shop.

Europeans are used to drinking coffee, they do not need milk tea, so this kind of shop is very few in Europe, Yi Le also accidentally found this shop.

Yi Le likes to eat sweets, and his taste is the same as that of children.

He likes to eat fish-flavored shredded pork and pan-fried meat. The former is a must-order dish.

And after a lot of exercise, his body is very eager for sugar supplements, so Yi Le will visit this shop with a coffee shop brand but selling milk tea from time to time.

The coffee shop is very cold, and most customers walk away after buying, and have no intention of tasting in the shop.

Yi Le walked all the way to the counter with his head down, and Uncle Smith raised his eyebrows slightly, laughing: "A cup of milk tea?"

Yi Le looked around and nodded slowly.

Seeing this scene, Uncle Smith couldn't help laughing: "Yi, you are just like being a thief, do you know?"

Yi Le stiffened his entire body, and then placed his index finger on his lips, motioning for the other person to whisper.

"Relax, there are not many guests at this time." Uncle Smith said with a smile.

Yi Le opened the hood and smiled bitterly: "I swear, this feels really bad."

Uncle Smith leaned on the counter with both hands, and said happily: "How many players squeezed their heads and wanted to be famous, but you showed a look of disgust, I really don't know what to say."

Yi Le shrugged helplessly: "Famousness also means no freedom, a cup of cantaloupe milk tea, thank you."

"Okay." Uncle Smith handed a cup of cantaloupe milk tea and passed it.

Yi Le reached out and took a sip, only to see him shudder.

So cool!

"Is it iced water again?"

"Europeans don't drink hot water, you have to get used to it."

Yi Le shook his head helplessly, he was a little confused why these Europeans still drink cold water in the winter.

Is hot water bad?

How healthy!

Uncle Smith is a white lily. He also accidentally discovered that there is such a star among his old customers.

Uncle Smith raised his hands to welcome Yi Le at their shop.

And this has become a little secret for the two.

Although Uncle Smith wants to show off, he has such a layer of relationship with his top star, but what if I do n’t come in the future if I say it?

Therefore, he controlled his mouth.

"How about milk tea sales?"

Yi Le asked casually.

Uncle Smith wiped the glass and said, "It's bleak, except for you, some Asian students come to buy it."

"Why not take it off?" Yi Le asked curiously.

Uncle Smith glanced at Yi Le and smiled: "Because of you! Our midfielder core, you have the right to let me keep this menu!"

"Thank you, Smith, your blended milk tea is great!"

"How's your recent state?"

Yi Le laughed casually: "Not bad!"

Uncle Smith looked forward and said: "We will beat Florence at home, right?"

Yi Lehan smiled broadly and said, "As you wish!"

"Great! Givemefive!"

Snapped! ! !

After the two gave a high-five, Yi Le was ready to leave.

"how much is it?"

"No money!" Uncle Smith said with a smile: "I heard that some time ago, it was a particularly important festival in China. On that day, the family will gather together. You must be sad to fail to go back, so this is my little compensation. "

"Easy! Happy Chinese New Year!"

Yi Le froze for a moment, and a warm stream flowed through her heart, saying, "This gift is great!"

...

In February, China Land was still immersed in the Spring Festival holiday, but Yi Le, who was far away in Europe, could not feel the lively sense of New Year in the past.

There is no concept of the Spring Festival in England.

When Yi Le returned to the villa, he found Perey running on a treadmill.

Perey stepped down from the treadmill, then picked up the towel hanging on the handrail and wiped his face, asking, "Are you hungry?"

Yi Le shook his head; "It's not too bad, I plan to go to the backyard for ball training."

"Do you need me to accompany you?" Perey asked.

Yi Le walked up the stairs without looking back: "Just whatever!"

Five minutes later, the two players were training on the lawn.

Perey stepped on the football and watched it as an elf at the foot of Yi Le. It was surprising.

How is this ball sense trained?

Perey was sure that he had seen this brazilian movement in the Brazilian.

Yi Le practiced the ball for a while, kicked the football towards Pere, Pere easily unloaded the ball, the basic skills are very good.

"Sir, should I contact the shot?"

Perey said unexpectedly; "Why do you think so?"

Yi Le was a little depressed and said: "I always feel that when attacking, my threat is not enough, and I don't have the ability to directly penetrate the other party's gate."

"Do you want to practice long shots?"

Yi Le nodded slightly and said, "Do you have the right person?"

Shooting coach!

Perey pondered for a moment and said, "Doesn't your club have a shooting coach?"

Yi Le flustered: "Is there?"

Tottenham has a dedicated shooting coach named Alan Russell.

But this shooting coach and Yi Le are almost like strangers. After all, the shooting coach is taught around the front line, and at this point Yi Le estimates to intercept with the defensive coach.

"Alan Russell should have a good ability, he can tune out Harry Kane shooter obviously has excellent teaching ability." Perey said: "You can say to Alan Russell, one A good shooting coach is hard to find. "

"Okay." Yi Le nodded and continued to contact the ball.

At around six o'clock in the afternoon, Perey personally prepared a table for Chinese food.

It's all commonplace, and Perey seems to learn very well and tastes good.

After dinner, Yi Le called Harry Kane to ask about shooting coach Alan Russell.

Alan Russell is also a retired player, his career is not too well known, and as a shooter there is nothing that can be achieved.

But you can't shoot yourself, but this product can teach others how to shoot, and the teaching ability is very good.

Harry Kane ’s front-door skills are all Russell ’s hands-on teaching.

...

The next day, after the basic training was completed, the players started to be trained separately by different coaches according to their positions.

The forward players, led by Alan Russell, began to practice shooting.

Midfielders and defenders practice interception and steals under the leadership of defensive coach Terbis.

Captain Lori followed the goalkeeper's coach for daily save training.

The whole training ground is divided into three waves.

Terbis is a strict defensive coach, and he has a bad temper, and he will growl loudly during the time.

"Decisive! Decisive when defending! Dell what are you doing? I let you go to the card position, not to let you run behind Carol's butt!

Terbis began to growl again.

This made Eric Dale's face flushed and sullenly went to Carol for a stop.

Thomas Carol blinked and teased: "Dale, why are you standing in front of me? Isn't it behind your butt?"

Eric Dale turned his head and grinned, as soon as you were on bb, labor and management would bite you.

Yi Le stood at the end of the entire echelon, but at this time he was not focused enough and did not actively participate in the defense.

From time to time, he looked at Sun Xingmin and others who practiced shooting in front of the left hemisphere.

Yi Le watched them, carefully observed their movement when shooting, and the body also made some slight simulations.

However, he did not see a ball flying towards him in a hurry.

boom! ! !

Ouch! ! ! !

With a cry, Yi Le felt Venus stare. He was kicked in the head by a football that suddenly passed over, and the whole person fell to the ground.

With the fall of Yi Le, Terbis's roar followed.

"Which **** is distracted? !!!"

Watching Terbis walked over with great force, Yi Le frightened the whole person from the ground.

"Teach ... Coach, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be distracted!"

Seeing Tebis walking towards Yi Le, Eric Dale looked at the side of the theater and gloated with joy: "Yi Yao was reprimanded."

Thomas Carroll also shrugged and said: "It's not the first time that the easy-going problem has happened. This guy has difficulty concentrating except for the game."

Defensive coach Terbis said with a sullen face: "Easy, is my defense class boring?"

Yi Le lowered his head, put his hands on his back, rubbed one foot on the ground, like a pupil who did the wrong thing ~ www.readwn.com ~ said: "I'm wrong, coach!"

I.........

Terbis nearly spit out old blood.

Yi Le made him lose his temper in one sentence.

What else can he do with this wrong attitude?

A few words at most, as for corporal punishment?

Now Yi Le is the absolute core of Tottenham. He is tired enough to fight in two lines. If he is not punished by corporal punishment?

And it's not new for Yi Le to be able to concentrate except for the game.

This guy can be so distracted when head coach Boas talks about tactics, not to mention that he is a defensive coach.

Unless this guy is particularly interested, then don't want to stop this little guy from being distracted.

This is a headache for Boas.