Godfather of national football

Chapter 470 Quick Counterattack Theory

Soon the players knew that Bo Shuai was really crazy, and the next few days of training could be called devil training.

Cahill, who was half dead from exhaustion, was drinking water on the sidelines. Captain Yedinak came over, "Is the boss crazy? He is pinching with a stopwatch all day long."

"Hehe, it's said that it's his new tactical theory. It takes no more than 10 seconds to counterattack from the penalty area of ​​the own side to the penalty area of ​​the opponent. The so-called 10-second counterattack theory."

"Do you think you can do it?" Jedinak asked.

"I don't know, but what I know is that if we can't do it, we will be miserable."

"Drinking water, chatting, come to me for training," Postkoglu yelled.

After a counterattack, Bo Shuai pinched his watch, "13 seconds, MD."

"Look, 13 seconds is too far away. How can such a counterattack break through Zhou Dun, Yin Di, and Li Heng?"

Cahill's old waist couldn't stand upright, and he put his hands on his thighs and said, "Boss, I don't want to talk back to you, but 13 seconds is already fast in Asia."

"If it is against other teams in Asia, then I agree with you, but the opponent is the Chinese team, the Chinese team!"

Everyone's heart skipped a beat. It seems that Li Guo's words really angered Bo Shuai, and he has gone mad.

In fact, white people are a bit racist in private, and Postkoglu is the same. "We are not an Asian team at all. We have the advantage of race. Simeone's team can achieve 8 seconds, why can't we achieve 10 seconds?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone really had nothing to refute. They were all of the same race, so it stands to reason that there would be no problem.

Bo Shuai clapped his hands together, "It's not because we can't do it, but because we didn't work hard."

Now that the boss said so, let's try again.

But the final result surprised Bo Shuai, 14 seconds, TM was 1 second slower, Bo Shuai shook his head: "Go and rest, 15 minutes."

Bo Shuai walked to the sidelines and came to the video team. Now professional football teams have video analysis teams.

Postkoglu felt that his team's counterattack was fast with the naked eye, but the stopwatch in his hand could not lie. What was the problem?

After watching the slow-motion playback several times, Bo Shuai gradually understood that the problem lies in the passing, not that the pass is not accurate, but that it has not reached the level of silkiness.

Fans who have watched Barcelona games will have a feeling that Barcelona's passing is called silky, but the team with good skills is not Barcelona. Why is it difficult for other teams to achieve silky?The reason is the angle of the pass.

Passing is divided into three realms. First, the direction of passing is accurate; second, passing to the feet; third, not only passing, but also allowing the receiving party to hold the ball comfortably.

Now Australia can only do the second, that is, the pass can be accurately delivered to the feet, but the player who receives the ball needs to handle it by himself, and this wastes a little time. A counterattack assumes that the pass is 3 feet, and 3 times are superimposed. In the end, a lot of time was wasted.

Postkoglu is a very good coach. He knows that this problem is not easy to solve, it is very difficult.

The assistant coach at the side saw the problem, and said softly, "Boss, if you want to feel like Barcelona within a few days, even if they are exhausted to death, it won't help. I think it's better to return to our Australian tradition."

"You mean English play?"

"Yes, and it's the 70s style of soccer, like playing rugby, I think that's a surprise."

Postkoglu thinks it makes sense. He has a bad temper, but he is not stupid. His players are exhausted, but his passing skills have not improved. This cannot be solved by brute force.

"It's break time, assemble."

As soon as the players heard Bo Shuai's roar, they stood up lazily and ran back to gather as if they heard someone calling for their lives.

Bosch looked at Milligan and threw the ball to him. Milligan padded his chest and then unloaded the football. Postkoglu shook his head, "No, just catch it with your hands."

Boshuai threw another ball, and Milligan was good at catching it for a while, but he was very uncomfortable. The player seemed to have done something wrong by holding the ball with his hands.

"Boys, you don't know how Australian football was trained 20 years ago, right?"

"20 years ago? Are you kidding me? A lot of people here are still wearing crotch pants," someone thought.

Bo Shuai personally demonstrated a kick, and he kicked the ball into the penalty area with a big kick, "That's it, probably the direction is correct, and then rely on the forward to grab it. You can use your hands, your head, or push people. In short, just get the ball in."

In this way, Bigfoot is not unfamiliar. Many Australian players were developed in the UK. In fact, the training of low-level British teams is also very rude and there are no rules, but this way they have developed a strong confrontation ability.

"We'll practice like this for the next 15 minutes, and after that you can go rest."

Captain Jedinak thinks that Boshuai is really unreasonable. Just now let us learn La Liga, and now it has been changed to Premier League. What do you want?
But Postkoglu gave an order, and whoever dares to make a mistake can only obediently follow the requirements to train.

Maybe it's because Australians are inherently suitable for this kind of football. Gradually, everyone found that this kind of football is very smooth to play, and it is our favorite mode.

Looking at the smiles on the players' faces, Bossai knew he was right. Recalling the bitterness and hatred of these guys just now, Postkoglu himself thought it was funny.

"Hey, it's a pity that Viduka has retired, otherwise, if that guy is around, this style of play would be more suitable."

In fact, Viduka is also a product of the times. Australian football 10 years ago could only rely on tank players like Viduka.

After 15 minutes, Bosch kept his promise and ended the training on time. The players left the field, some went to the swimming pool to relax, and some went to the physiotherapist for a massage.

Everyone left, and Bo Shuai stayed in the training ground alone. He wanted to watch the video again. When he was concentrating on watching the screen, someone patted him.

As soon as he turned around and was about to attack, Bo Shuai turned cloudy and laughed, "Haha, Harry, why are you here?"

"Come and see, aren't you welcome?" Cowell said.

"How come, you are the honored guest that you can only wish for."

Postkoglu visited the thatched cottage several times, but Kewell refused to be his assistant, so Kewell's appearance at this time surprised him.

(End of this chapter)