Lord of Greenery

Chapter 17
"Can you speak English?" Li Ze asked Angulo beside him.

In France, English is also an important means of communication.

Basically, I can barely communicate in English here.

Therefore, Li Ze, who is not yet fluent in French, often chooses to speak English.

At least, the team's youth coach Jacques and head coaches Du Suye and Li Ze can communicate with them in English.

But there are exceptions to everything, especially in football.

Angulo is from Spain, he learned French in advance, but he can't speak English...

The Spaniard glanced at him and turned his head without saying a word.

Li Ze didn't know whether he didn't know it or whether he was disdainful, but he already knew about the "unable to communicate".

Although he was well prepared, Li Ze had a headache——

Football is a team game, and it requires everyone to communicate with each other.

With Angulo's attitude, it is doomed that they will not be able to cooperate well.

Can this not be a headache?

After a failed experience, Li Ze almost had to bite the bullet before talking to Khabib Traore, the team's starting center forward.

"Excuse me, do you speak English?" Li Ze asked.

"?" Traore looked bewildered.

"Then do you speak French?" Li Ze asked stumblingly.

In fact, quite a few people laughed when he spoke French.

Li Zefen didn't know whether the smile was kind or mocking, so he couldn't help but reduce his use of French.

But now, he couldn't care less about it.

Fortunately, the other party nodded, obviously understanding what he meant.

"So you can speak French. I thought you couldn't. My name is Habib Traore. I just came here this summer. Last time I heard that you invited everyone to the bar, I didn't have the nerve to join you. Go, I..."

"Can you speak slower, I can't keep up with your speed..." Li Ze said hastily.

Although he never used French, Li Ze never gave up.

Originally, he was quite confident. He felt that his tone of voice was a bit strange, and he could still communicate with everyone in French.

But now, he found that he was still thinking too simply.

"You know the team's action codes, right?" Li Ze asked.

The stadium is changing rapidly like a battlefield. Relying on shouting is not only easy for opponents to hear, but also easy for your own family to not understand.

Therefore, many words need to rely on gestures to explain, which requires players to turn their heads more and pay more attention to the movements of their teammates.

"It's just a training match, isn't it necessary?" Traore disagreed.

"Because it's a training match, we should train this." Li Ze educated, "If you don't practice usually, you will not be proficient in the official match."

Traore scratched his head.

He understood Li Ze's meaning and agreed with this statement.

The problem is that he's kind of lazy...

He was actually a little reluctant to let him keep his eyes on the field.

Seeing his expression and recalling what he said just now, Li Ze knew what he should say.

"In the future, maybe we need to cooperate all the time. If we have a tacit understanding today, I will treat you tonight!" Li Ze said, patting his chest.

"No problem!" Traore's eyes lit up on the spot.

People born in Africa are always very sensitive to money.

It can’t be said that they are greedy for money, but also because of the cultural atmosphere there, many black people survived after being helped by everyone when they were young, and when they grow up and become famous, they will support these "relatives" independently.

Eto'o is a famous example. He kept asking for higher wages when he became famous in the future.

But in daily life, they are not extravagant and wasteful people. In football, they are a category with relatively high professionalism, which is in stark contrast to the Brazilians.

That's why it's actually quite easy to make friends with them.

At least, in the eyes of Li Ze, who doesn't care about money so much, it's really a good deal to make friends with a teammate for a meal.

The game officially begins.

"Traore, remember to tell me what you want to do." Saying that, Li Ze drove the ball to him.

With that said, Traore rushed forward with the ball, completely leaving Li Ze behind.

"Stupid." Seeing Traore's recklessness, Angulo scolded directly.

Not only him, Li Ze also wants to curse now.

What did he just say?

To cooperate well!To communicate more!
What now?
This is not listening to his words at all!
Cursing in his heart, Li Ze still followed.

One of the important responsibilities of the second striker is to support the center forward so that he has a point where he can pass back.

However, Traore's actions were so obvious that even Li Ze's intentions were exposed, and Li Ze was stopped by his opponent almost instantly.

His vision swept across the opponent, Li Ze did not rush forward, but looked at Traore's position, at the positions of other teammates, at the opponent's position, and then slowed down.

Seeing that Traore was gradually dying with the ball, Li Ze took two steps towards the side.

The substitute midfielder Steven also ran over. Li Ze saw the timing, stopped with his right foot, turned around quickly, and ran towards the middle.

Steven was just taken aback for a moment, and then immediately chased after him.

However, the time he wasted was enough for Li Ze to go around him.

"Give me the ball!" Li Ze shouted, raising his hand at the same time.

Traore acted as if he didn't hear him, and was still fighting with the backup central defender Jacques in front of him.

Li Ze was speechless. He knew that Traore was not necessarily ignoring him, nor was he inattentive, on the contrary, he was too focused.

He only stared at the opponent in front of him, and he couldn't see other people.

Obviously he just reminded...

Could it be that Li Ze's French is so bad that the other party didn't understand?
Li Ze fell into self-doubt.

As a matter of course, Traore, who fell into a lonely fight, was easily guarded by the substitutes.

After the ball was broken, Traore seemed to wake up.

He shook his head and walked back, meeting Li Ze's gaze.

Just when Li Ze felt a little embarrassed, Traore showed a bright smile.

"It's a pity this time, let's continue next time!"

"!" Li Ze suddenly had the urge to hit someone.

Seriously, how did Goobie get to be the starter?
Off the court, the head coach Du Suye also had the same question, so he couldn't help asking his assistant coach Honore.

He only became the head coach of Cannes at the end of last season, and he is really not that familiar with the team.

After the original starting forward Bliss Jovial left, the current main center, that is, Traore who played, was recommended by his assistant coach.

"Our leagues in France are different from those in other countries. Most of the central defenders are strong black men." Honoré explained, "Therefore, if you want to set up a center forward position, it is best to find a strong black man, otherwise It doesn’t have a fulcrum effect at all.”

Dusuye nodded with a serious expression, while Honore curled his lips aside.

He didn't lie, but he also concealed part of it.

Indeed, most of the French central defenders are terrible, especially the center forward.

But this does not mean that blacks in France can be center forwards. Rather, most of the strikers who can play in France are not center forwards.

After all, who can stand against such a gang of gangsters every day?

More often, they have become pure opportunists like Trezeguet.

It seems that only Chelsea's Didier Drogba has been trained as a center forward.

Can this small center in Cannes be compared to Drogba?

the answer is negative!

But these, Honoré is not going to explain.

The head coach position could have been his.

(End of this chapter)