six finger demon

Chapter 126 Li Wei (84008000)

With Dewey and other defenders, they practiced several sets of passes. Gradually, these defenders also figured out the pattern. They only need to pass more than a dozen kicks to lead the opponent's three forwards to the vicinity of the penalty area, and then pull one of them in the middle. Field, catch the ball safely.

In the afternoon, Shen Xiangfu called Tang Wu to the sidelines and asked him how he felt this morning and what he thought of the National Olympics.

"Coach Shen, our defender's physical strength is a bit off. If the running range expands, it will be difficult to keep up with the rhythm." Tang Wu said after pondering.

"Tang Wu, our Olympic team is different from Chelsea. We play a back three." Shen Xiangfu reminded.

"I know." Tang Wu nodded, "Six midfielders, let's even out one or two midfielders."

"No, Tang Wu, I don't plan to play 361." Shen Xiangfu shook his head, "I plan to play 352, with one more striker and more offensive ability."

"Coach Shen, if this is the case, it's better to play 343." Tang Wu suggested.

"343?" Shen Xiangfu thought for a while, "Isn't it a little risky?"

"No, Coach Shen, you can't think like that."

Looking at Shen Xiangfu's puzzled eyes, Tang Wu continued to explain.

"Coach Shen, the reason you came back to me is to increase the defense ability of the National Olympics, so as to improve the offensive ability of the National Olympics, right?"

"Right." Shen Xiangfu nodded.

"Has Coach Shen ever thought about it, since he asked me to join the team, he just wanted to fight defensively. Then why continue to implement conservative tactics, why not adopt more aggressive tactics?"

"Tang Wu, can you handle it if there are fewer defenders?" Shen Xiangfu frowned.

What Tang Wu said was right. The Football Association came to Tang Wu to squeeze out all Tang Wu's defensive ability and aggressively attack;

Shen Xiangfu naturally knew this, but he didn't want Tang Wu to take the blame at such a young age.But on the point of "draining" Tang Wu's defensive ability, he is still in line with the Football Association.

"Of course, I just need a midfielder to act as a defender." Tang Wu drew a sketch on the small blackboard, "For 343, the four midfielders stand in a diamond shape. Take the lead and listen to the command. Of course, it would be better if you have more stamina. In this way, you can form a back four when defending, which is enough for me.”

"Tang Wu, can this work?" Shen Xiangfu pinched his chin, still not convinced.

"Is it okay to play an intra-team match and try?"

"Intra-team match?" Shen Xiangfu's eyes lit up, "Yes!"

In this way, Tang Wuqin selected a few backcourt players that he partnered with in the morning, together with some substitute players in the midfield and frontcourt designated by Shen Xiangfu, they wore yellow clothes, and conducted a "main defense" VS "main attack" team. Internal competition.

As soon as the whistle sounded, Yan Song, Cao Ming, Yu Tao and other forwards in red took the lead and rushed towards the frontcourt. After the ball fell a few times under the feet of the midfielders, they directly passed diagonally long and found Yu Tao on the side.

Seeing Yu Tao earning the top and successfully ferrying the ball to Xu Liang, Yan Song, who was at the top, smiled proudly.

"Boy, the newcomer is so arrogant on the first day? See if I don't shoot you!"

They are all young men in their twenties, who will obey whom?Who has no temper?
Especially those players who play forwards and central midfielders, when they see Tang Wu's arrogant appearance, they don't get angry at all.

In the morning, they had secretly planned to show Tang Wu a good look.

Yu Tao advocates volleying from outside the penalty area. Such a ball is aggressive and shows his status; Yan Song advocates single-handedly passing the goalkeeper and then directly bringing the ball into the net.

But no matter which method is used, these forwards who are not in the same group as Tang Wu have only one thing in mind, and that is to score goals!

Seeing the red team approaching Tang Wu's half court with the ball, the idle support staff and college student volunteers on the sidelines shouted.Especially those sixteen female college students, screaming again and again.

"Ah, Tang Wu, Tang Wu be careful, be careful Tang Wu! Ah!!!"

"Come on, this group of girls knows to call Tang Wu? What's so good about sea turtles, aren't they all bastards?" Yan Song cursed secretly, his eyes rolled, and he came up with an idea.

"Hey, Captain, get out of the way." Seeing Dewey who was sticking close to him, Yan Song whispered.

"Captain, this kid has been walking you all morning, right? Just let me go, and I'll help you."

Before Yan Song could finish speaking, Tang Wu's voice sounded behind De Wei.

"Number 3, squeeze that number 11 out for me!"

Without saying a word, De Wei put his hands against Yan Song's waist on both sides, and pushed him outward with all his strength.

"Captain, captain, don't worry, what are you doing so desperately? It's just a practice match. I'm here to help you." In terms of physical confrontation, Dewey is a top-notch existence in the National Olympics.

Especially close-range close defense, in the case of no run-up space, it is difficult for the Olympic offensive personnel to move the 1.8-meter-seven Dewey.

"Stay back, this position is too obvious." Dewey said in a low voice while pushing, without looking down at Yan Song from the beginning to the end.

Yan Song's eyes lit up, and he immediately understood what Dewey meant: "Alright Captain, just watch!"

After Xu Liang received Yu Tao's header from the ferry, he stopped for two times before stopping the ball.But even if the ball was stopped like this, Huang Fang's Wu Pingfeng could barely run forward and stretch his legs to grab it.

The famous "Xu Keham" looked up, then swung his left foot and rubbed the ball into an arc.

"Then I'm going, Captain!" Yan Song turned around suddenly, swung his hands from Dewey's left side to the right, pushed Dewey aside, and rushed out from the opponent's armpit.

After getting rid of Dewey, the Olympic No. 11 forward looked back at the ball coming from the sky, and began to recall Baggio and Maradona's classic extraordinary in his head.

"Should I do a Marseille maneuver like Zidane?"

Just as Yan Song remembered Qi Zu's stepping on the ball, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Ah!!!" Another scream from the girls, this time it was several decibels higher than last time.

Tang Wu, who was wearing a goalkeeper uniform, ran up, fell to the ground, held the ball, and defended in one go, holding the ball firmly in his arms.

Before Yan Song could react, his running right foot hit the back of Tang Wuhu's glove on his forehead.By virtue of inertia, the whole person flew forward from Tang Wu's body, turned around in the air, and then suddenly fell on the grass.

"Number 14, run for me!" Tang Wu shouted as he stood up holding the ball.After only one step forward, he stepped on the penalty area line with his right foot, swung his left hand in the air, and threw the ball directly to Sun Xiang on the wing.

Seeing Yan Song rolling and falling on the ground, Sun Xiang was still a little dazed.When he came back to his senses, the ball was already in front of him.

Sun Xiang, who retreated in a hurry, did not raise his feet high enough, and his legs did not tense up in time.The ball bounced off his leg and bounced off the baseline.

"Number 3, how the hell are you defending? Is your body made of noodles? It will go soft when you touch it?" Tang Wu didn't give Dewey any face, pointing at the opponent's nose and shouting.

"And you number 14, what the fuck are you doing there with a telegraph pole? Are you a doorpost? Can you move? I told you all this morning for nothing?"

The Olympic players on the field had already froze in place, their views completely ruined.

I thought I was a rascal enough, but I didn't expect Tang Wu to be even more violent on the court!

It doesn't matter if Yan Song is thrown down, and he doesn't care whether he is injured or not, just start a fast break.

Not only that, Dewey will be scolded for failing to guard against good people, and Sun Xiang will be scolded for failing to catch the ball well.

Until now, Yan Song behind Tang Wulian didn't even look at him.

"Fuck, this kid is too fucking stupid!" Xu Liang in the midfield was also full of surprise.

Seeing the ball going out of bounds, Wang Jianying blew his whistle quickly.

The red team members ran forward collectively, and Cao Yang ran to Yan Song one step ahead to check his injuries.

Zhang Yaokun, also in yellow, came to Tang Wu and said loudly, "Tang Wu, you are too ruthless. This is just a practice match. You just throw people down without even looking at them? But Yan Song Our main striker"

"He confiscated his feet." Tang Wu replied lightly.

"what?"

"I said he confiscated his feet." Tang Wu repeated.

"Fuck, what are you talking about? He confiscated his feet? He confiscated them and you can."

"Zhang Yaokun!!!" Before Zhang Yaokun finished speaking, Dewey outside the restricted area suddenly shouted. "Why the fuck are you talking to Tang Wu? Pay attention to me!"

"Captain!" Zhang Yaokun was confused when he saw that Dewey was not facing him.

Dewey walked up to Tang Wu slowly, looked at Tang Wu who was taller than him, took a deep breath and said, "Tang Wu, I'm convinced. From now on, I, Dewey, will be your pawn. Fight wherever you point!"

In the morning's explanation and training, Dewey saw Tang Wu's professional knowledge, and in the save in the afternoon, Dewey saw Tang Wu's blood and courage.

Not every goalkeeper can take it lightly when faced with a kick to the head.

"Captain!" Zhang Yaokun shouted again, "He just complained about you!"

"Don't embarrass yourself!" Dewey stepped forward and forced Zhang Yaokun back a step.

"Didn't you listen to what Tang Wu said? Yan Song didn't even close his feet when facing the goalkeeper. If Tang Wu didn't take a quick step, he might be kicked with a skull fracture and maybe blind. As a central defender Don't you know this?"

"Yes, but who let him."

"Yaokun, stop talking!" Yan Song was also supported by Cao Yang at this time, "If you keep talking, I will only be the one who will lose face."

As Yan Song said, he limped to Tang Wu's side, looked him up and down, grinned and said, "Good boy, I'm convinced of your ball. With you guarding the goal behind, who am I, Yan Song?" Don't worry!"

After finishing speaking, Yan Song seemed to think of something again, bowed his head again and said, "Just now I asked the captain to give me a blank, it's not that he didn't guard against it, so...so don't scold the captain."

"Whether he did it on purpose or not, I will scold him if he makes a mistake." Tang Wu was still unkind.

"Uh, well, I see." Yan Song twisted his wrist and ankle, beckoning Cao Yang to walk towards the backcourt.

Shen Xiangfu, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, was also relieved to see such a result. He was really afraid that Tang Wurong would not be able to join the team.Now it seems that it is not Tang Wu who joined the National Olympics, but other players of the National Olympics are gradually following Tang Wu.

In the backcourt of the red side, Wang Dong and An Qi retreated together. "Brother Qi, what happened just now?"

An Qi took a few deep breaths, shook her head and said, "Just now Tang Wu defended a must-goal."

"That's it? And then?" Wang Dong still looked confused.

Seeing Wang Dong's puzzled look, An Qi didn't speak, but turned around and walked towards her own penalty area.

He knows that for some people who don't understand the value of goals, it is useless to explain it.

(End of this chapter)