Godfather of national football

Chapter 471

"Come on, let's go to the coffee shop and meet the players, you are their senior."

Kewell sat next to Bo Shuai, "Hehe, don't worry," and then he watched the video, "Ange, why do I feel that Australian football has gone back 20 years?"

"Hahaha," Bo Shuai smiled heartily.

"I don't like the word retrograde, I think the word retro may be more accurate."

Kewell claims to be a man of glass, so what he was based on back then was technology, which was so wonderful that he certainly didn't agree with this kind of rough football.

"Ange, do you think the football is so ugly, will the fans buy it?"

"It doesn't matter whether the fans buy it or not, what matters is whether my team can win the final championship."

Kewell knew that Postkoglu had been fascinated by the championship, "I still don't think there is any future for this style of football."

Bo Shuai spread his hands, "But we are not Barcelona after all, what do you think?"

After talking, Bo Shuai called up the earlier training video, "Look, I tried the technical flow, but it didn't work."

Kewell was silent. He knew that with the skills of Australian players, it was impossible to play like Barcelona's butterfly piercing flowers.

Postkoglu felt that Kewell would go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, and since he came, there must be something wrong.

"Come on, Harry, do you have any good ideas?"

Kewell smiled slightly, and pointed to the two sides of the tactical board, "It might be a good way to play on the side."

Bo Shuai thought about it, but there are no top wingers in Australia now. Kewell was known as the first sharp knife on the wing in the Premier League. Unfortunately, he was not born in this era.Postkoglu also spoke his mind.

"Then hit again and again, if the quality is not good, we will fight for quantity."

Bo Shuai nodded.

"Harry, can you stand by my side and be my assistant during the final? It's just one game."

Kewell chuckled, he had exactly this intention, in fact, he had selfish intentions, he also wanted to touch the Asian Cup gold cup, he was longing for that feeling in 2007, unfortunately... pity...

"Then it's settled," Boshuai held out his hand, and Kewell took it up.

"Since you are my subordinate, I will assign you the first task."

"Hehe, it's too troublesome to be your employee, let's talk."

"Get ready for an impassioned speech, meet my players later, make them proud and passionate."

"no problem."

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During afternoon tea time, Kewell arrived as scheduled and appeared in the players' lounge.

For a football hero like him, everyone still admires him very much. Before Kewell said anything, everyone went up and hugged him.

"Seeing you, I feel 10 years younger. I really want to put on the jersey and play the Chinese team with you."

"Come back then, Harry," some booed, while another whistled.

Kewell pointed at him, "Don't tempt me, I won't be able to stand it."

After a laugh, Kewell announced that he would stand courtside as an interim assistant coach during the final.

Everyone applauded, "Harry, you should have come back long ago, you miss us so much."

Bo Shuai interjected at this time: "Actually, I invited Harry back, but unfortunately his health does not allow it. He probably escaped from the hospital this time."

Speaking of Kewell's body, the smiles on everyone's faces disappeared. Kewell himself has not talked about this topic publicly, but it is all speculation by the media. Some media even predict that Kewell will not live for a few years.

"Harry, there are no outsiders here, can you tell us the truth, how is your body?"

Kewell chuckled, with a relaxed look on his face: "The doctor said, as long as I don't touch football anymore, then I won't die."

Everyone's heart skipped a beat. For a person who takes football as his career, not touching football is a great punishment, just like Tian Boguang was given a lustful abstinence by the master of non-abstinence.

"What's the matter, little tigers, I'm here to cheer you up, I don't want to see you like this."

"Hehe," everyone laughed again.

"Ange, give me that tactical board," Postkoglu turned into an assistant, standing aside, and Kewell continued: "I must show you some skills, let me tell you the essence of what I have learned."

In the next 20 minutes, Kewell was like a university professor, writing on the blackboard while talking, sharing his experience as a winger in the Premier League.

How to catch the ball, how to move, how to get around the defense, how to choose the right time to cross, and how to cut inside to shoot.

It turns out that these are all knowledge, and the players below listened with great interest. Maybe Kewell will not be able to become the head coach in the future, but the explanation of the football coach course should be good.

Kewell not only has theories, but also short stories. His memory is very good and he can't stop talking.

"I remember it was a match between Liverpool and Bolton. I was in an offside position. The moment my teammate passed the ball, I ran back. After I got the ball, I continued to run. After all, who would defend a player who was in an offside position?"

"And then? Did the goal go in?" Longo asked.

Kewell shrugged: "No, because that idiot Barosch knocked away my exquisite cross."

There was another burst of laughter. Postkoglu was dumbfounded by this entertaining way of teaching. Harry and him are really two completely different people.

He relies on yelling, and if he refuses to accept it, he will suppress you until you are convinced, but Kewell relies on reasoning.

If it weren't for physical problems, Australia's football prime minister might not necessarily be him, but it might be Kewell.

"I like to move on the wing, because there is a lot of space on the wing, I can run up, and I won't encounter big stupid bears in the defense. You know, I was no worse than Robben at that time."

The crowd nodded.

Longo continued: "It's not fair to be naive, you and Robben are such great players, but the injuries..."

"I have thought about it now. Football is part of life, and life is full of twists and turns. Look, am I standing here and becoming a coach?"

"Correct!"

Cowell returned the pen to Postkoglu, "I hand you back to Ang, he is the greatest and most rogue Australian I have ever seen."

"Hahaha."

Bo Shuai himself was also happy, just like a Santa Claus, Kewell continued: "But the most important thing is that this guy can lead you to win, this is his charm, I believe in him."

"We believe it too!"

Bo Shuai looked at Kewell, his eyes were full of gratitude, "This guy's eloquence can definitely go into politics."

(End of this chapter)