big football player

Chapter 62

Seeing Yin Yang standing still, I don’t know whether Yin Yang didn’t hear what he said, or whether he ignored it after hearing it. Looking at the huge raindrops, shaking his head, Francisco quickly retreated to the coach’s bench.

Yin Yang seldom directs actions on the sidelines. In fact, he is just like an observer, just watching but not talking.

It's not that he didn't hear what Francisco said, no one wants to get caught in the rain, right?But rain is not guns.

The players on the field were still playing, Uncle Bergomi did not leave, and the head coach of the youth team, Verdelli, did not leave either...

As the head coach, can Yin Yang walk away to shelter from the rain?
The wind slowed down slightly, but the raindrops were much denser.

Yin Yang stood there, letting the rain wet his hair and clothes, staring at the field with three or four thin crow's feet in the corners of his eyes, but his mind was no longer here...

Just now the mixed team offense looks good...

Di Biagio's long-range shot was a hair's breadth away.

Pirlo's skillful shot forward with the ball is also good.

Materazzi's set-piece would have counted if it wasn't for the fact that the goal post didn't give face...

But this is all a manifestation of the players' personal abilities. What about the hearty cooperation with Pirlo as the core that Yin Yang wants to see?

Let's not talk about Grosso, but what about Zanetti's exquisite cooperation?

No, can't see!

In the past two days, Pirlo and Zanetti did understand Yin Yang's tactical thinking, but their long-term playing habits still stubbornly maintained their original personal playing style...

No change!

The solution is not nothing. This requires the cooperation of the team's coaching staff. They need intensive training to solidify the tactical ideas they understand in their minds into playing habits.

Not long after, Yin Yang was drenched all over, and his back and chest were flesh-colored.

The rain became more and more urgent, and the stagnant water in the competition field of Inter Milan's youth training academy soon appeared.

Compared with the Giuseppe Meazza Stadium, the drainage system here is simply not in the same breath.

The field is getting muddy!
At this time, Bergomi, who was standing behind the main players, shouted loudly in the wind and rain: "Keep the distance, keep the distance, don't rush up, keep your position..."

45 minutes is almost here!

Suddenly, Di Biagio staggered and nearly slipped, but the youth team slipped past him.

If Pirlo came to intercept, there would be seven or eight positions, and he could only watch the youth team player receive the ball that fell into the water and stopped.

At this time, Di Biagio couldn't bear it anymore, and started to shout: "Long Mao, you can't defend with your eyes!"

Hearing this, Pirlo waved his hand, indicating that he will pay attention next time.

Just when the young player took a step with the ball, Materazzi made a sliding tackle, and the action was clean...

Verdelli is not young, and when he saw it in the rain, he couldn't help roaring: "Sissokovit, who asked you to dribble! Short pass..."

But he didn't finish his rant, and the situation on the field changed drastically.

In the midst of the storm, Zanetti received a tackle from Materazzi.

At this time, there are no defensive players around him. If he takes a few steps, there is no problem.

But his eyes flashed across the rain on the field, his inner instep swept across, and the ball flew to Pirlo with a "swish".

Perhaps Di Biagio's sarcasm just excited his spirits, stepped forward, raised his right leg, and caught the ball in the air.

On one side of the body, the left foot kicked the ball that had just stopped.

The ball flew up, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and ran towards the left side of the front court with Yu Hua playing...

A tall and burly figure on the left, like a heavy truck, ran without the ball and rushed forward, with mud splashing behind him.

Grosso passed the midfield more than ten meters away. Above his head, the high-flying ball seemed to have run out of fuel, and suddenly fell, stopping one or two meters in front of Grosso.

Grosso didn't slow down at all, cut inside after getting the ball, and seeing Di Biagio rushing up, crossed.

Di Biagio volleyed vigorously, the ball drew an arc, broke through the rain, and rushed into the gate of the youth team...

Standing on the sidelines, Yin Yang, who was drenched in the rain, couldn't help applauding when he saw this scene.

At this time, the wind stopped, the rain stopped, half the game, actually the whole game ended, and the score was fixed at one to one.

In fact, the score was meaningless. Yin Yang looked up at the smiling sky and saw a colorful rainbow appearing in the sky after the rain. He thought to himself: "The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. This is just a game against the youth team. As others often say, even if a team is full of stars, it cannot be squeezed together. It is like a plate of loose sand. Win and dream! Let the coaching staff turn this last flash of inspiration into a conventional weapon. Time will not wait!"

Thinking of this, Yin Yang suddenly yelled at Verdelli loudly and said firmly: "Coach Verdelli, Inter Milan's first team needs you. Tomorrow, you will go to the first team as an assistant coach and preside over the team's player training and reserve team work!"

As soon as Yin Yang's voice fell, the people who were about to leave seemed as if Sun Dasheng had used a body-holding spell. Time seemed to stop, and Pirlo took off half of his jersey and did not move.

It is Coach Francisco's job to preside over the team's player training and reserve team work!

Coach Verdelli, one of the parties who was stunned by Yin Yang's words, was communicating with the youth team players at this time. Hearing Yin Yang's firm words, he couldn't help but stand there, and the hand that was about to pat the player's shoulder was frozen in the air.

And Francisco, who was suspected to be one of the parties involved, grabbed the ceiling of the coach's bench and stared at Yin Yang dumbfounded.

He was puzzled, and thought: "When Yin Yang came, he spent a lot of time in order to support this Oriental coach. How dare he do this?"

No one can keep calm when it comes to their own interests, Francisco's face turned red, and he asked loudly, "What do you mean by that?"

Yin Yang didn't turn to look at him at all, but said indifferently: "The first team doesn't need so many assistant coaches. You can apply to leave the team or go directly to the club's finance department."

Hearing Yin Yang's ruthless words, Francisco couldn't help but become annoyed and said, "Oriental man, do you know what you're talking about?"

"Francisco, you are an adult now, don't speak ill. I have the final say here, and within three years, I will have the final say."

Yin Yang was talking, and waved to Zanetti who had already regained his composure.

Then Yin Yang smiled at Verdelli with a complicated face: "In the future, let the youth team players go to the Pinettina football training base. There is at least a cage there, and it will not affect the game when it rains."

The cage Yin Yang mentioned is actually a 48-meter-long, 26-meter-wide field with artificial turf.There is an extendable and movable roof that can be used for the lawn of the site when there is heavy snow or rain.

This is one of the three training grounds at the Pinettina base, which is affectionately called the "cage" by the Inter Milan team.

Verdelli is not a member of the first-team coaches, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know the cage.

Hearing Yin Yang's words, he struggled and said, "OK!"

Then he also waved his hand and said, "Go back quickly, go to the locker room and take a shower, don't catch a cold!"

The young players on the field couldn't think of so much, and when they thought about it, they didn't care about their affairs, and suddenly lost their cards.

Zanetti pulled Di Biagio, who was still in a daze, and said, "Let's go!"

Materazzi came back to his senses, hurriedly followed, and asked, "Captain Javier, what's going on?"

Pirlo had already taken off his wet jersey, put it on his shoulders, and followed behind Zanetti and others...

(End of this chapter)