Chapter 189 Myths and Monuments in the History of Bianliang Cuju in Tokyo in the Song Dynasty
Chapter 189
"My wife, you're too much. There are your brother and cousin in it. Are you not afraid of them being sad if you fight them like this?" Wang Yang glanced out of the corner of his eyes and saw a few people walking towards him. Not only did this guy not remind Li Qingzhao, he also put on an attitude that I must reason with you.
"So what?...Brother, why are you here?" Li Qingzhao answered subconsciously, raised her head as if she was aware of it, and saw Li Yu and Li Jiong standing not far away with a dark face. She couldn't help but feel embarrassed and spit out the little tongue of Dingxiang.
"Your cousin sprained his ankle just now, I'll help him come over to rest." Li Yu naturally couldn't go to the point of water and dear his sister. He rolled his eyes and helped Li Hui sit beside Wang Yang.
"By the way, Brother Wushan, you wouldn't think that we really want to compete with those Cuju clubs, right? If that's the case..." Although Li Yu was very confident about his and his cousin Li Hui's skills, the competition was not only based on personal combat power, but on the strength of the team.
"Of course not now, but Wang wants to ask you two, if you have the opportunity to play, are you willing to participate or be willing to watch from the wall?" Wang Yang said happily as he looked at the two of them.
"Of course I am willing to participate. In the past, our brothers only played with a few friends themselves. In fact, who doesn't want to really go on stage to do it?" Li Hui said quickly.
"My brother Qingjun's words are very reasonable. Gao is also very good at Cuju, but he often plays with friends and often goes to watch Cuju games. However, he has no ability to get enough people to do a game." Gao Qiu also walked over in a sweat.
I just ran a few big rounds on the field because it was winter and I was wearing a lot, which made me sweat more easily.
Wang Yang subconsciously turned his head and saw that Zhao Ji continued to run on the field, while Liang Shicheng and Tong Guan were definitely protecting Zhao Ji's left and right wings, looking very loyal.
Well, it is not unreasonable that these two loyal dogs, the powerful officials, can indeed gain Zhao Ji's trust in the future. But the problem is that before these two, it seems that there has never been a precedent for eunuchs to serve as foreign officials in the Song Dynasty, which means that it must be the beginning of Zhao Ji, the foolish monarch.
This made Wang Daguanren silently complain again. This guy is indeed a famous foolish monarch who destroyed the Song Dynasty in his hands.
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After everyone was on the stage and had a fun time, they almost came to the living room of Lingyun Club to sit down, roasted on fire, and drank the steaming tea soup, and began to discuss it enthusiastically.
Seeing these guys talking very well, Wang Yang touched his forehead and asked these guys to come over not to let them play, but to pick out some Cuju masters who are willing to play among these people who are willing to play for Lingyun Club.
After everyone calmed down for a while, Wang Yang stood up and slapped his high-fives. "Everyone, I wonder if you are willing to join my Lingyun Club and participate in the future competition between Lingyun Club and other Cuju Clubs?"
"I, there are three of them." Zhao Ji almost subconsciously responded, and then pointed his finger at Tong Guan, Liang Shicheng, and Gao Qiu, who were steaming from his forehead.
"I don't know the two..." Wang Yang looked at Li Yu and Li Hui with a smile and asked.
After looking at Li Yu and Li Hui, they nodded affirmatively and said, "Of course we are fine, but we have never cooperated with each other in the past. If we come on the stage in a hurry, we may not be able to deal with an ordinary Cuju club."
"This is not a big problem." Wang Yang stood up and stood with his hands behind his back, with a smile looking extremely calm and confident. "I wonder if you are willing to believe Wang?"
"Of course I believe it." Zhao Ji, as a fan of Wang Yang, was still the fastest-mouthed one, and replied loudly without thinking.
The others also nodded slowly. Anyway, there is no loss in the tip of your head. Let's see what this guy wants to do first.
"If you can trust me, Wang and be willing to obey Wang's guidance, then I believe that only three months will give me the tacit understanding between you, far exceeding those clubs that have been practicing together for three years."
"In just half a year, you can become the hottest, invincible and invincible team in Tokyo Bianliang..."
Wang Yang began to show his might again. Wang Dashen, who could plow the fields with his tongue and plow the fields with his mouth, began to trick the crowd of Cuju with his profound skills but lacked the foundation for cooperation.
It has to be admitted that Wang Da Orator is indeed very good. What he relies on is not only his verbal skills, but also uses rice paper and paints graphics, telling the half-believing and half-doubted Cuju masters present from a more three-dimensional perspective what real cooperation is.
Arrange the defenders, central defenders, vanguards, forwards, and wingers, and then Wang Yang quietly poked the piece of rice paper hanging high with his fingers, explaining the origin of these names and their role to the ruling classes in feudal society.
Soon, everyone present widened their eyes, and one and two were like ignorant children in kindergarten, following Wang Yang's fingers, and they were brought into a brand new, never-before-old, new competitive world.
Who can become the striker who is responsible for the offense, what kind of person can become the midfielder responsible for the interception, and which kind of person is suitable for the organizational midfielder, or the organizational midfielder, or what kind of person can become the center back.
Under Wang Yang's quick-witted mouth like a machine gun, the feudal dregs of the Song Dynasty learned the power of an excellent football coach in the new century.
Even if Li Qingzhao knows a little about Cuju, he feels swaying when he hears it, not to mention veteran drivers like Zhao Ji and Gao Qiu who are deeply attracted by the three flavors of Cuju competition.
I even felt that every word Wang Yang said was like a sacred scripture of Cuju and a famous saying. I wish I could take out a small notebook and write down everything I heard.
And the boss Ling, who used to like to talk in front of others, was like a hippopotamus who had been shot in front of me. He was grinning like a hippopotamus with a gunpowder gun on his butt, bulging his eyes and struggling to keep his ears standing, as if he was afraid that he would miss a certain sentence or a certain word.
"Now, what are you going to have any questions? If you think that Wang's level is not enough to benefit you, you can leave. But those who stay, I hope to be able to strictly demand myself and train strictly according to my guidance."
Chapter completed!