fat man who can't play football

Chapter 52 The new coach is not easy to mess with

The fat man waited and waited, and the man finally appeared on the Leeds training ground on January 1.

Fatty has communicated with Aye, Brother Youtou and other members of the coaching staff about Makelele's arrival in advance.

Affected by the "Sunglass Gate" incident, Fatty now pays great attention to communicating with coaches and players.

Makelele quickly entered the role during training. He would interrupt the training in due course, go on the field to guide Cook's position selection in defense, or sound the whistle to personally demonstrate how to move.

A good training game was cut into pieces.

Fatty had been excitedly waiting for the envisioned picture, but it was nothing special until the end of the training.Maybe Fat Brother was wrong, Makelele is not that kind of person.

It was time for Cook and Mowat to practice again. Claude (Makelele) lowered his head and was thinking about something. After a while, the French raised his head and called Ali who was about to leave.

Fatty smelled the exciting atmosphere, and quickly moved forward.

Ali looked at the new coach suspiciously.

Makelele did not rush to explain, but came back with a wave of flashbacks, "When I played for Real Madrid, I won two La Liga titles and one Champions League title for the team.

The biggest benefit I get from playing there is being able to train with top players.

Like Zidane.Sometimes after training, Zidane would ask me to stay and train one-on-one with him.

I know why he does this, because he wants to improve his technique, like his dribble, movement, even if he already has a high talent, he doesn't want to waste a second. "

But for the rebellious British Emperor Star, who cares!Are you Tang Seng?What are you talking about in front of Grandpa? Grandpa just wants to go home and sleep quickly.

Ali still maintained superficial respect for the new coach, "Does what you said, coach, have anything to do with me? I have to go to the locker room to take a shower. I'm afraid I'm going to catch a cold."

Makelele was also amused. Can't you see such an obvious hint?Gradually, he got a little angry, "Boy, do you think you are a star after playing a few good games? You can leave if you want to. If you can beat me in one-on-one, you can pat your ass and leave immediately."

"Boy, don't say I won't give you a chance. If you can pass me once out of ten times, you will pass the test."

Ali was completely irritated by the contemptuous attitude of the French. Although the coach in front of him was famous, the British emperor felt that he looked too old now.

"Okay, that's what you said."

Fatty finally got what he wanted. He really wanted to have a small bench, preferably with a bucket of popcorn.

Aye quietly came to Fatty's side and sat down on a football.

The fat man turned around and was taken aback, this brat!They all... don't even know how to get a ball for themselves.

This scene on the court attracted many players who were about to leave, and a circle of people surrounded the court in a short while.

"Young man, don't say I'm bullying you. There are no rules and restrictions in this one-on-one. No matter what method you use, as long as you can pass me, you will win."

Ali didn't show any expression when he heard it, but there were faintly protruding blue veins on his forehead.

Seeing so many people surrounding him, Ali kept admonishing himself and forced himself to calm down.

Seeing that Ali was not affected by his own words, Makelele began to like this young man a little bit, and decided to entertain him well for a while.

Ali thought that Makelele is over 40 years old and has been retired for almost three years. It is hard to imagine how much fuel is left in the fuel tank of this "classic car".Who gave him the confidence to despise himself?Be sure to make him look good!

Ali faced Claude (Makelele) head-on, and after a few feints on the ball, he waded out the ball, trying to overtake directly with absolute speed.

But he underestimated the Frenchman too much. The British Emperor Star seemed to knock down a boulder on the side while running, and fell to the ground sadly.Poor little Ali turned his head and saw Makelele stomp the ball under his feet.

The fat man saw clearly from the side. Makelele seemed to have predicted Ali's running route as soon as he started it. He was directly and accurately stuck between the ball and Ali, and he resisted Ali with his body.

It's simply too monstrous.

"Little guy, you have wasted an opportunity."

Ali hammered the grass hard.

Immediately afterwards, little Ali was knocked to the ground continuously, and the British Emperor star roared, "Foul, it was definitely a foul just now!"

"Little friend, I told you beforehand that this is an unlimited contest, you can also try to bump into me."

The Frenchman showed his white teeth as he spoke.

Ali was so angry that his teeth were itching, and he was fooled by this old bird.

The fat man on the sidelines saw it more clearly. Makelele's proposal of this short-distance one-on-one was undoubtedly well thought out.

With such a short distance, Ali couldn't bring up the speed at all.

And the two are so close, the ball holder has no room for fake moves.And as a top defensive player, it's much easier to deal with you after you eliminate the option of passing the ball.

Older gingers are more spicy.Makelele thought so much in such a short period of time, the fat man had to be amazed!

After the fat man figured out these joints and raised his head, Ali was about to hit a "Marseille roundabout" on the court.

Ali is in a daze, I don't know how familiar Lao Ma is with this trick.

Makelele directly accepted this great gift delivered to his door.After predicting the path of the ball, he intercepted the ball neatly, and took advantage of Ali's unsteady foothold, and gave the British Emperor Star a crotch piercing.

The melon-eating crowd on the sidelines went completely crazy, rushing up to cheer.

Ali's brain was completely short-circuited.

A nasty voice pulled him back to reality, "Boy, I gave you a chance, but you didn't make it. Did you see me?"

"You still have a long way to go, so you should stay and practice more in the future."

The fat man couldn't help but want to applaud desperately for the melon he ate, and he lived up to his expectations at all.

This new coach is not easy to mess with!

The French's extra training method is also very simple and rude, which is to keep Ali and Cook one-on-one.

At this time, he himself began to talk on the side again, "When I was still playing for Celta, my midfield partner was Mazinho, a member of the World Cup champion in 94. That is now Bayern Thiago and Basarafinia's father."

"It was Mazinho who inspired me to play the role of defensive midfielder," Makelele recalls. "Mazinho and I were always training together for hours and hours, and he showed me how to occupy the right position. The position, when it's one touch, when it's two touches."

"He made me feel like defense was an art for the first time, and I've loved it ever since."

"All persistence in the world is because of love."

"Now please let me feel your love for football."

After only one mouthful of chicken soup, the killing stick was raised.

"Lewis, why are you so stupid, I have already taught you just now. Look at how you got stuck!"

"And you, Ali! Why are you laughing? You don't look like a star at all. You used to do fifty push-ups!"

Ali felt extremely wronged, you just said that I am not a star!

The fat man could only hold back his laughter, because he is a professional head coach after all.

(End of this chapter)