.Zhao Xuri stood on the sidelines, and the booed by the audience around him was like the wind on the beach in Dalian, his hometown. In his sight, De Groot, who had replaced the scene, was drawing a cross and walking towards him. Mr. Yang's advice in his ears was still recalling it in his mind. Zhao Xuri looked around and I wanted to remember every minute and every second of the next.

A Chinese sports reporter stationed in Europe wrote excitedly: "This is another Chinese player who stepped onto the European arena after Sun Jihai, Yang Chen, Li Weifeng and Li Tie. The player Zhao Xuri was only 17 years and 52 days old. The Severed Stadium in Belgium will witness this moment!"

Stepping onto the turf of Seveld Stadium, the soft turf is like a carpet, and it should not be more comfortable than that. Zhao Xuri saw Rosler's players being the penalty kick. Zhao Xuri stepped forward to grab the ball.

Zhao Xuri quickly stepped forward and stunned the Rosler player in front of him, and his feet became empty. Zhao Xuri dribbled the ball and ran two steps, and a big foot passed to the side... to the opponent's feet.

Master Yang slapped Zhao Xuri in his heart - it's so smelly! You have maintained the fine tradition of Chinese men's football team! But on the surface, Master Yang clapped his hands and expressed his approval. Hero, don't play on the field, just get a red card and get a penalty kick in the final stage.

Zhao Xuri lost the ball and looked back at Mr. Yang with a embarrassed look. Seeing a smiling face, he felt much more at ease. If this were in China, the coach would have been roaring a lion. There are many situations where it is not that he can’t play well, but that he can’t play it out. He is originally at a poor level, and there is a coach with a bad temper behind him, which has to be discounted in terms of technology. Playing football means being happy!

Grab the ball, grab the ball, grab the ball!

Pass, pass, pass!

Zhao Xuri's physical running made Valleheim's midfield stronger. At least he was not inferior to other teammates in terms of "existence". This hardworking Chinese frequently appeared in front of the camera. There was beautiful defense, and there were also passes that made people unable to help but jump and curse. From the actual effect, Dupre and Metz's pressure was reduced a lot, and the two sides performed without leaking their division of responsibilities. Milt shared the remaining work and sorted out the passing route. Valleheim created more threats after missing a defender. Rossler's team could only huddle in the backcourt to defend.

3 minutes of stoppage time.

Coach Dirk has used up his head coach and still has to admit that the yellow-skinned Chinese in front of him does not rely on his face, but the substitutions are clear and effective. Could it be that I am the fate of being an assistant coach? Coach Dirk, 43, even has a feeling of "knowing destiny".

Alas~ 2-2 is about 2-2. Coach Dirk sat back on the coach's seat and looked forward to a miracle happening at home.

Mr. Yang stood on the sidelines and did not go back. He usually (or always) commanded in the final stage of the game. He hoped that the players knew that he was standing with them. This was very important! In the future, when coaching the giant team, he could always stand on the court and "stand and fight" with the players until the last moment. A reporter once joked: "Magic Yang is a spiritual statue standing behind the team in stoppage time."

Regardless of whether it is a statue or not, Mr. Yang signaled the players to continue to put pressure on their opponents. What the team now needs is the team spirit of "not trembling when encountering strong teams, and not being soft when encountering weak teams". If you are satisfied with the draw result in this way, it is better not to equalize the score just now.

Attack! Attack me!

This may be Valheim's last attack, and all the fans on the court have stood up.

The restricted area was so lively that it was like a water point falling into a oil pan.

The referee looked at the watch and seemed to be planning to blow the whistle after the ball was sent out.

"Stay on the person!" Rossler's goalkeeper pushed Dupree who came over to interfere with him. In a blink of an eye, Dupree was pushed and pulled out by the opponent's defender.

Frederick De Holland stood in the corner flag area and raised three fingers.

Mr. Yang stared at the opponent's goal in the distance. The 3 horn kick tactics? Is there enough time?

After Mr. Yang took over the team, a more detailed training plan was formulated for the players while maintaining the original training outline. For example, Vales wanted to train his judgment of the ball path and the feeling of position on the court; for example, Dupree wanted to increase his ability to pass and control the ball; for example, Whelens wanted to increase the upper limb muscles and judge the header... and so on, making each player "longer his shortcomings and longer his strengths" was aimed at the purpose of training.

In addition, it is the training of set pieces and a few people in the frontcourt to cooperate with counterattacks. The former is an important guarantee for breaking the ice when the situation cannot be opened, while the latter is a powerful weapon for the "blitz" strike. The lightning scoring on the KFC game on the first stage is a distinctive manifestation of the latter, and the fake throwing set pieces that are praised and scolded are the embodiment of the former.

What is the 3 horn kick tactic?

De Holland took a few steps back and hanged the ball towards the goal with one kick.

The ball is so high, too high! Host Paul sighed as he looked at the line of the ball.

Even the TV host could see that the corners of Rossler's fans' mouths were already wide open. Although they were tied, they finally sniped the top team, which was considered successful.

But the ball did not go out of bounds. Seeing the ball fly to the sideline on the other end, a Valleheim player rushed to the landing point of the ball. Some of Rossler's players were still entangled in the penalty area, and a few clever ones also rushed to the landing point of the ball.

Milt!

Pass directly!

The difficulty of this tactic lies in the grasp of the ball's landing point and the control of the last pass, so Milt, who has outstanding footwork in the team, became the executor of the last pass. The ball volleyed and kicked into the penalty area again!

Milt regretted the ball left his foot. It was over! He missed it! After running for 90 minutes, he inevitably had physical problems, and this kick was a bit too far from the penalty area!

The situation in the penalty area was as follows: Valheim and Rossler's players ran towards the front post, and a bunch of people found the ball flew towards the back post and ran towards the back post. Now the people standing in the penalty area were no longer as scattered as they did when they were just corner kicking. However, the position of the ball passing was not so ideal.

After all, Zhao Xuri had just practiced with the team for a while, so he didn't participate in this corner kick tactic. At the beginning, he saw his teammates running to the front point, and after thinking about it, it would be better to stand at the front of the penalty area. Once a ball fell under his feet, I shot another shot...

Unexpectedly, the ball really came! But there was a Rossler midfielder standing next to him.

Zhao Xuri didn't have time to think about so many things, so she threw herself out against the ball!

The midfielder behind Rosler was not slow either, and he also jumped up while pulling Zhao Xuri's pants!

The ball bumped into Zhao Xuri's body and bounced into the small penalty area. The two of them stretched their legs together as if they were dancing ballroom dances to kick the ball in different directions.

Zhao Xuri's legs seemed to have grown a little bit longer.

Kick it hard! The ball flew towards the goal!

Rosler's goalkeeper was a little at a loss and was still standing at the post far away from the ball. Fortunately, there was a defender who made up his chest and jumped into the air again.

It seems that several years have passed since the effort of lightning.

A shadow lies in front of the ball like a ghost.

Volleyball!

Strike!

The ball has entered!

After scoring the goal, the shadow got up from the ground, confirmed that the ball entered the net, and ran towards Master Yang on the other end!

Master Yang rubs his eyes! Damn!

Varez! This grandson scored a goal?!

This world is crazy!

Mr. Yang didn't care about the rules of the court and ran straight into the field! The wind blew his clothes, and his clothes fluttered in the wind.

The two men collided hard in the middle circle, and Vares grabbed the collar of Mr. Yang's clothes: "Did you see it?! Did you see it?! I scored a goal!! I scored a goal!! It's true! Real!"

Master Yang patted Vares on the back hard: "See! See!! You kid are so awesome. You are so fucking beautiful!!"

The next vote of Valheim's players instantly rushed the two of them to the court.

At this time, the whistle sounded like a natural sound from the referee, as if celebrating this thrilling victory for Valheim.

Master Yang crawled out of the crowd and breathed slowly: "Damn, my clothes are very expensive, and they are all wrinkled!"

The Paul host outside the court didn't react for a long time, and subconsciously muttered: "Miracle! Mother! I saw miracles again! Alas? Why did I say the word 're'?"

The post-match press conference was held in a friendly and friendly atmosphere, and Mr. Yang's magical reversal became the core issue of this press conference.

"Coach Yang, now there are Valleheim fans calling you 'Magic Young' do you like this title?"

"Thanks to the fans for their love. This is not just my magic, but the magic of the whole team. I hope our magic can make more fans like it, and I hope they can support me forever. I hope everyone calls us Magic Valheim."

"Coach Yang, today's reversal has enabled you to win four consecutive victories. Is there any secret to this?"

"I think it's - unity, **, diligence, and a little luck."

"The team's ranking now reminds you of the 'winning' declaration you said when you took office on January 1. Do you still have expectations for this goal?" The reporter's words can't help but use honorifics. After all, such a coach from the world's largest country in terms of population has begun to have a lot of news value.

"I think this is a goal that makes the team strive for. Like my players, I hope to strive for the best with the inspiration of this goal. Of course, there is a champion as a reward!" Mr. Yang smiled.

Master Yang is already extremely skilled in using diplomatic rhetoric. This amazing learning ability surprised many people who know him - it seems that no matter how many times he has gone through, Master Yang will do this matter very well - no one knows how many videos Master Yang has found behind him, how many times he has simulated the Q&A, and how he will answer questions and guide reporters to write. Master Yang will make a detailed summary after each press conference.

How much effort does it take to surprise people?

"Coach Yang, today you sent a player who just turned 17 years old to play. What do you think of his performance? How many points can he score? Can he adapt to the Belgian second division?"

Mr. Yang recalled the "soul-casting" thinking about the game and cleared his throat: "His performance is very good, this is not a polite word. His data today is 15 minutes of appearance, 8 steals and 5 successes, and his last goal was also a great contribution. If the full score is 10 points, I will give him 9.5. A very good debut, I believe that he can not only be better, but also stand on a higher stage."

The reporter who asked the question just now nodded and wrote in his pen. Mr. Yang said in his heart: I didn't tell you that he only succeeded twice in passing 7 times, and those two successes were still at close range. Is this kid wearing a hook on his feet? He has never been reeled (Dalian dialect)? He has to practice him well when he goes back.

The press conference was soon over, and the victorious Valleheim returned on the Rainbow again. The car was filled with recordings of Mr. Yang at the press conference. The players looked quietly, and their eyes were looking at Mr. Yang who was gesturing on the tactical board with Cordill in front.

"Like my players, I hope to strive for the best with the inspiration of this goal. Of course, there is a champion as a reward!" Mr. Yang's voice echoed in everyone's heart.

Target champion! This may not be a dream!

[Updated, alas, people like me who do advertising are really not suitable to be writers. Maybe one day they will stop working overtime. But I still thank my friends who have read it all the way. There is no reward, so I can only make this book not eunuch. Some friends have already said that what we wrote is quite unpopular, and it is a coach's life from a purely technical perspective.
Chapter completed!