Greenery on the back

Chapter 75

"This 'Mayor's Cup' is only part of the inspection, and maybe they will watch my games in the future." Yue Feng stepped into the school gate and walked to the court on the other side of the teaching building.

"Excellent, I really envy you!"

"Do you want to join the Planner too?"

"My level is not good, and I have to work hard to get into a good university."

"Going to be a planner, that's for professional players, my mother can't agree." Tang Chuan shook his head, and walked in with his friend.

After entering the building, he kept looking around, but he didn't see the guard's old head.

"It's probably chasing dogs on the playground again." Tang Chuan muttered softly.

As soon as I walked through the teaching building, I saw the busy figure of Lao Zhangtou on the runway.

"Uncle Zhang!" Tang Chuan waved vigorously.

"Didn't you see that I'm busy?" Old Zhang was sweating profusely with his security stick in his hand, and drove a little teddy in front of him to the side.

"If you want to play football, just come in and play, don't ask me!"

When the two of Yue Feng came to the court, Tang Chuan deliberately looked at the surrounding turf again and again to confirm that there was no dog poop hidden in it.

"How do you practice today?" Tang Chuan took out a football and asked.

"I want to ask you for help." Yue Feng pointed to his feet and said: "A few days ago, Director Dong taught me a long arc pass."

"I've been practicing pretty well in recent days, but it's just that I practice alone against the goal, which is not interesting. This time I want you to cooperate with me in practicing."

"Long arc pass?" Tang Chuan shouted after hearing this: "Amazing!"

"What did Director Dong tell you specifically? Tell me too." Tang Chuan raised his face, as if he had discovered a treasure.

Yue Feng explained the routine of "Bezier's Arc" to Tang Chuan.

Tang Chuan shook his head straight after hearing this, "I can actually kick a curved ball, but like Beckham, I can't do it even if I'm killed. His arc is too big, it's a full moon scimitar!"

"As long as you control it, you'll be fine."

"Can you kick it out?"

"Well," Yue Feng nodded and said, "If you're ready, you can kick it out."

"Bragging you." Tang Chuan looked disdainful, and said with his mouth curled up: "My kind of long pass with a slight bend has been practiced for several years. You can kick it after two days of practice? I don't know. Do not believe!"

Tang Chuan is very confident in his long pass, which is his housekeeping skill.

Even the grading system rarely gives an F-level evaluation. You must know that most of his values ​​​​are F-.

Yue Feng is very strong, but Tang Chuan thinks it is absolutely impossible to be able to practice the Bayesian arc in two or three days.

"Then I'll kick one for you to see." Yue Feng smiled lightly, took the ball, and walked to a position slightly to the left outside the penalty area.

I saw Yue Feng set up the ball, backed up a few steps, and then started to run quickly.

Immediately, he raised his left foot high and slammed on the ball like a whip.

The ball flew up quickly, drawing an arc like a crescent moon.Finally, with a "bang!", it hit the left post of the goal.

"It's so accurate..." Tang Chuan couldn't believe his eyes, but he refused to admit that the kick just now was Yue Feng's real ability.

"Okay, I'll show you again." Yue Feng picked up the ball and returned to the original place.

The second time, the ball flew towards the right half of the goal first, then took a big turn, and got into the net on the left.

"Damn it! How did you do it?" Now Tang Chuan couldn't believe it anymore, Yue Feng could really kick the "Bezier arc".

"Control each movement well and practice more, and you will be able to kick it out." Yue Feng said very easily.

"Amazing! Come on, I'll play a cameo as a striker. You can try to pass me a long pass." Tang Chuan said and ran forward.

The sun was getting higher and higher, and Lao Zhang, the guard, was finally free.

Dog walkers sneaked in early in the morning and in the evening, and the playground was almost empty throughout the day.

Old Zhangtou sat on the steps, looking at the two teenagers who were practicing on the grass not far away, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Although the country has built a lot of stadiums, children seem to be more willing to indulge in online games, film and television dramas and variety shows, and there are still too few people who actually come to the stadium to play.

"I don't know when our country's football will be ahead of the world." Old Zhang felt a little bit sad.

In the past two years, the economy has developed rapidly, and the GDP will soon catch up with that of the United States.

Chinese people are born with the drive to strive for the number one in the world in everything. Once the economic level is inflated, everyone will pursue other directions.

Football is the number one sport in the world, and it carries the dreams of many Chinese people!

But the national football team ranks more than 80 in the world all the year round, which is too inconsistent with the people's growing pursuit of football.

Old Zhangtou cursed secretly, he lost again in the national team match last night...

"These two children's training is too boring. This is not acceptable. I want to exercise my muscles and bones, too." Old Zhangtou made up his mind and ran back to his room.

On the court, Yue Feng once again passed the ball long to Tang Chuan's feet. The ball had a large arc but was still precise.

"No, no, you haven't practiced well enough. You don't pass like this in real games." From the side of the court, the old Zhangtou was running over enthusiastically.

"Master, this is..." Tang Chuan looked him up and down. Although the other party was still wearing a guard uniform, he had changed into a pair of sneakers.

The old man ignored Tang Chuan and said to Yue Feng, "Boy, I think your foot is imitating Beckham."

Yue Feng nodded, and Tang Chuan rushed to the side and said: "We are practicing the full moon scimitar, sir, can you even see this?"

"Of course, I think you were not born when Beckham was playing for Manchester United. No, your parents were only your age at that time." The old man was a little proud.

"Master, why are we practicing like this wrong?" Yue Feng asked.

"It's not wrong, it's just that if you practice like this, it's more like kicking a free kick."

Old Zhang Tou, a veteran Manchester United fan, commented: "In a real game, how can anyone wait and see your long pass?"

"On the field, you are always under the oppression of your opponent." The old Zhangtou continued: "You can't do without pressure. You have to learn how to complete the long pass under pressure."

"Tang Chuan, come here, kid," Old Zhang pointed out, "You are responsible for defending Yue Feng, and I will kick you where you were just now."

With such an arrangement, Yue Feng had to face Tang Chuan's scrambling oppression before each long pass.

However, this kind of practice was really effective. In the first few balls, Yue Feng passed all of them.

Tang Chuan's scrambling made him even more nervous, and he was not so calm and stable in controlling his movements.

But this is actual combat practice, much better than practicing alone.

After practicing a few times, Yue Feng gradually got used to the pressure. He raised his leg again and passed the ball accurately to Lao Zhangtou's feet.

Lao Zhangtou didn't stop the ball, but swung his feet directly.

(End of this chapter)