Lu Yin Silly Waist

Despite admitting his mistake, Yi Le didn't correct his troubles, which made Terbis feel helpless.

However, Tebis also noticed that Yi Le always looked at the goal in a random way.

This caused Terbis to ponder for a moment and slowly stepped forward.

"easy!"

Yi Le almost stretched his subconscious body, shouting loudly, "Here!"

Terbis smiled, and he waved his hand: "Don't be nervous, I'm not questioning you."

After finishing his speech, he moved his head in the direction of shooting coach Alan Russell and said: "Do you want to practice shooting right?"

Yi Le appeared briefly stunned, and then a little embarrassed said: "Terbis, I don't want to deceive you, I want to become stronger, as a midfielder, I think I need to practice shooting."

"Yes!" Terbis snapped his fingers and smiled: "Why don't you try to suggest it to the head coach?"

Yi Le could not help but say: "Will he agree?"

"Why not?" Terbis shrugged: "The point that you want to be stronger coincides with us. In fact, your ability to intercept is already very good, and the tactical positioning is also very good. You can try it. Improve your ability to break the door. "

Yi Le looked a little excited, eager to try: "Then I ... just talk to the boss?"

"Go!"

Looking at Yi Le's happy back, Terbis was also filled with emotion.

The troublesome guy finally got away, and now Russell has a headache.

Faced with a ‘baby’ who is always distracted and ca n’t be punished, this guy will definitely be desperate.

...

In the head coach's office, Boas sat in an office chair, his face surprised: "Do you want to practice shooting?"

Yi Le nodded decisively.

Well.....

Boaz subconsciously clasped his chin with his hands and squeezed his chin in one hand, sinking into contemplation.

In fact, in his vision, Yi Le meant to Tottenham as a midfield commander.

He was not the vanguard of the charge, but the general who was sitting in the Chinese army and scolding the side.

But football is not a march to war. Yi Le's ability to shoot a goal is indeed a small commission, but Boas also has his own considerations.

The most important task of Yi Le is still midfield organization and interception. If shooting training is carried out under this premise, he does not mind.

Thinking of this, Boas couldn't help saying: "I can say a word to Russell, but only if you can't slacken your defensive training."

Yi Le's eyes lit up and shouted in surprise: "Understood!"

Ten minutes later, Yi Le trot downstairs and came to the shooting training area to report.

Alan Russell is a middle-aged man in his 40s. He is wearing a spurs coach uniform. His face is full of beards. His hair is extremely vigorous. His blond hair is brushed back and surprised with those green eyes Looked at Yi Le and said, "Do you want to practice shooting?"

Yi Le sonorously responded: "Yes! The boss has approved."

Alan Russell grinned. He did n’t know what Boas thought. Nowadays, Yi Le ’s training task is to increase the success rate of interception, but he runs to practice shooting. What is it?

But Boas is the head coach, Alan Russell can only do so.

Alan Russell motioned to Harry Kane and others to continue practicing, then pulled Yi Le aside and asked, "What do you want to practice?"

"Shoot!" Yi Le said without hesitation.

Alan Russell covered his forehead and said helplessly: "I know you want to practice shooting, more specifically, do you want to practice free kick, long shot or other ..."

amount.....

Yi Le was a little ignorant, and he couldn't find out.

Looking at Yi Le's blank face, Alan Russell secretly smiled bitterly and waved his hand: "Well, I know, we start with a free kick."

Alan Russell took Yi Le and walked five meters outside the penalty area. This was a very threatening free kick.

He put the football on the ground and began to say: "There are two types of free kicks. One is the heavy artillery type. This kind of ball is most likely to be kicked with the inside of the instep, which can increase the strength, and pay attention to the sides of the football. This can be Add spin to the football, and an incredible arc appears. I swear, this is definitely a goalkeeper ’s nightmare! "

"The second is the arc ball. This kind of ball needs to have a pulling force, not just the explosive strength of the feet and legs. This requires the crotch."

Russell put his hands in the crotch and made twisting movements from time to time, saying: "Did you see clearly? Pay attention to the strength of the cross, which is the strength of the double psoas muscles. Also remember, this is not kicking, it is Rub it! This needs to add rotation to the football, understand? "

Yi Le: "........."

The two looked at each other.

"Okay, let's try a kick first!"

Alan Russell took out the goalkeeper gloves caught in the armpit, put them on his hands, and walked straight to the door. He patted his hands and shouted, "Come! Shoot!"

Yi Le's eyes lit up, he licked his lips, excited, and muttered secretly in his mouth: "The crotch is hard, you need to rub it ..."

Don't ask why you don't try a heavy shot free kick. When Russell talks about the second kind of ball, he forgets it.

Yi Le looked at the football in front of him, slowly running up, remembering the essentials of the action, he raised his right leg high and pumped in the right half of the football, suddenly force.

"Rub!"

The football flew to the goal, but the first three meters were still normal. Since then, the football has rotated to the right like a wind, and an extremely exaggerated 90-degree arc has appeared. on.

The smashed opponent threw Venus in his eyes and fell to the ground with a splash.

The entire stadium is silent ...

A moment later, there was a sudden burst of laughter.

"This arc is the most wonderful I have ever seen!"

"Yi's shot is inversely proportional to his pass !!"

"Poor Harry, he was injured by mistake !!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha......"

The training ground laughed together, and Yi Le, who was the initiator, also had a red face, trotting for a while, and said in shame: "Harry, I didn't mean it."

Harry Kane was angry and funny. He rubbed his head helplessly and said, "I hope the next time, you didn't hurt me by mistake. You know, I just returned. Do you want me to be injured again?"

"No, no," Yi Le blushed and scratched his head. "I promise, as long as you are within ten meters of me, there is a ten-meter error, I can still control it."

Harry Kane's eyes widened.

The error of ten meters?

God! Is this guy really a professional player?

Alan Russell came over, he sighed: "Yi, we practice the first kind."

Hmm ... work miracles!

Mongolia can also be caught!

Let Yi Le rub out a precise arc, and at that point he gave up.

After a minute ...

Including Alan Russell, Harry Kane and other forward players are standing on the far side, neatly arranged.

Yi Le stood alone outside the big forbidden area. Within ten meters of him, there was no one.

Yi Le suddenly lost.

...

Giggle Giggle ...

In the training ground, Mansa Clayton laughed back and forth. When she heard that Yi Le almost accidentally injured her top scorer and sent it to the bench, the tears of laughter came out.

"So ... so, you almost killed .. killed ... sorry ... hahahahaha ..."

This is so interesting.

Tottenham's central midfielder almost killed the leading shooter!

Is this the rhythm of infighting?

Giggle ...

Yi Le looked at Mansa Clayton with a sullen expression and grieved: "I don't want to, but I don't seem to have the talent to shoot."

The ghost knows what Yi Le experienced.

In countless shooting trainings, Alan Russell gave a "compromising" evaluation.

"What evaluation?"

Mansa Clayton asked, clutching his aching stomach.

Yi Le sullenly said: "He said my shot was like Balotelli!"

"What do you mean? Isn't this praise?" Mansa Clayton said ~ www.readwn.com ~ Balotelli's shot was still very sharp.

Yi Le bowed his head and grieved: "He said, my legs don't know, what is in my head!"

puff! ! ! ! !

Mansa Clayton knew she shouldn't laugh, but she couldn't help it.

How disgusting this is!

"Your shot is so bad?" Mansa Clayton asked

Randomly draw a lucky fan, player, referee, or coach within 10 meters of the circle for close contact.

Yi Le became more and more depressed.

Yi Le turned his head away, as if to lose his temper.