Vol 4 Chapter 647: Golden trebuchet (3)
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Reborn on Top of Football
- I Am Proud of Me
- 1362 characters
- 2021-01-29 10:10:54
On Saturday afternoon, the living room on the first floor of Wang Ai's house was full of dignity. There were seven people in Wang Ai's family, plus Huang Xin, two female guards, Li Jue and Feng Jianming, and Feng Jianming's assistants. 14 people gathered around the TV to watch the game.
Today is Huang Xin’s last day in Cobham. He will return to Tübingen tomorrow, as is Lao Feng. Although Jose said to keep a low profile and not engage in any inauguration ceremony, he will do everything about food, clothing, shelter and transportation after he arrives in Tübingen. Arranged by the National Olympics, carefully arranged.
The trio of Lao Gao, Lao Liu, and Lao Feng has already thought about it, just like serving Soviet experts back then. In addition to money, what you want or give, you must be comfortable and comfortable, and take out his skills by the way!
Lao Liu will not stay in the Olympics for long, and the Chinese Football Association has officially accepted Ali Hahn's resignation. After the Beijing Olympics next year, this Olympics team will be disbanded and part of it will be promoted to the national team, including Lao Gao. The blank period of this year is not good for anyone to come, and simply tuned Lao Liu to make a stand. Anyway, he has enough qualifications, and he is considered the top three figure among the local teachers under Lao Shen and Lao Gao.
This is Wang Ai's second long-distance call to Yan Shiduo recently, when he was notified when he reported that he was about to transfer in the winter. I specifically told Wang Ai that he hoped that Wang Ai would be ready to return to China to participate in the war in the first half of next year. At present, the Chinese national team is divided into Group A in the Asian qualifiers of the 2010 World Cup. The members include Australia, Thailand, and Syria. The top two will qualify for the top ten. However, although Lao Liu has made great contributions to the youth team, but the adult team has not, the Football Association is still a little worried, so he especially warned.
In Cobham’s Wang Ai’s house, more than a dozen people sat in two rows. Wang Ai was in the middle, Feng Jianming on the left and Huang Xin on the right. These were all professional footballers. The others were sitting on both sides and behind, and they were not very attentive. For example, Xu Qinglian, Tang Mudan, and Liu Dingxiang's "Three Flowers Gathering" combination was chatting about Milan Fashion Week, and the hooked up Kang Si kept turning his head.
In front of Wang Ai was a blank sheet of paper, ready to record his experience. He actually wanted to see what ideas the new head coach used in the formation. Although the club ignored him during this period, as Terry said, it did not deliberately restrict him. It is normal for him to train with the team every afternoon, and it is also allowed to go for extra training at night. But in these processes, Wang Ai still didn't know much about Grant. Manchester United's game was worthless and messy, and the FA Cup game was another underdog. Only this one can be true.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the game was broadcast on TV, and the chattering in the living room dropped to a low level. Wang Ai kept his eyes open and looked serious. After watching for 15 minutes, Wang Ai wrote the first analysis on the white paper: Reusing Joe Cole, focusing on the mid-range breakthrough, is not essentially different from Jose's team building ideas.
After watching for another 15 minutes, Wang Ai jotted down the second item: Follow the boss's call and reuse Sheva, but unfortunately, Sheva can't live up to it. After more than a year of waste, this Ukrainian nuclear warhead is already a dud.
Lao Feng looked sideways at Wang Ai's record and nodded: "Too much support off the court, not scoring goals for a long time on the court, both physically and mentally frustrated, it is not enough to change a coach."
Wang Ai heard a little overtone, but he ignored it. Fortunately, Old Feng did not deliberately.
At the end of the first half, Wang Ai wrote the third article: With Chelsea's current staff mix, no major adjustments are needed, and it is still the champion favorite to maintain stability and move forward. Grant didn't perform any major operations on tactics and personnel. He was a smart man.
After finishing writing, Wang Ai leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes and rested his mind, letting Huang Xin take his piece of paper back and discuss with others in full swing.
Fifteen minutes later, those who went to the bathroom, chatted, and picked vegetables came back and gathered again to watch the game. This is really not Wang Ai's request, Wang Ai's career is also theirs.
In the 10th minute of the second half, Wang Ai-he widened his eyes and dragged the white paper to write down the fourth article: The judgment of Grant needs to be adjusted. This is not only a smart man, but also a bit persistent. He was active in the field, and Sheva, who had shot at least four times, needed courage. In other words, this is a really smart person, knowing that the club is under great pressure and there is no way to go but to stiffen him, so by replacing Sheva to show his authority, by the way, gather people's hearts? smart people!
Huang Xin watched Wang Ai write a big set, leaned over to read it, frowned and said, "Aren't you watching the ball, why are you always thinking about people?"
Wang Ai leaned back and eased his eyes: "There is nothing to see, Drogba is angry, Kalu has no sights, Terry is also injured, and Joe Cole is alone. The whole thing is more than defense and insufficient offense. , Grant is a bit interesting."
"What if you play?" Li Jue next to Huang Xin asked.
Wang Ai turned to look at the big northern girl, and smiled: "The tactics and personnel have not been changed much, but everyone's mentality has gone wrong, so I want to go up, not much worse than Jose's time. "
"So, it doesn't seem to be a big deal to change coaches?" Kang Si behind Wang Ai knocked on the back of Wang Ai's sofa.
"How to put it, this smart man is trying to make use of Jose’s legacy, and there is not much of his own. The team is still the most luxurious in the world, and it’s the easiest to follow Jose’s path and go down. The lowest cost. But in the long run, it is not necessarily true. Each coach has a different tactical system and different daily training methods. This stretches the line, and you can slowly see the gap."
The people at home chatted first. The game on the court continued. Chelsea had the advantage on the whole, but it did not turn into a goal. After 20 minutes of replacing Sheva who wasted many opportunities in the first half, the same Drogba, who didn't seize any chance, acted too aggressively and was sent off by a red card.
Seeing this, Wang Ai picked up his pen, thought about it and didn't write anything. This was all in anticipation. Sooner or later, everyone would succumb to Grant's silence. Of course, Jose's tactical style will be lost in the process and will slowly decay.
Wang Ai has no expectations for the next game. Chelsea is one less and the one who can score the most goals is still going on. Joe Cole and Kalu are not good enough, and it is time to put the bus again. As for the bus, in the half month since Jose just left, Chelsea hasn't forgotten how to do it.
"How is the cooking?" Wang Ai got up and looked at the kitchen.
"Almost." Yan Zhu's voice came.
Wang Ai walked out of the crowd and rolled up his sleeves: "Today I will show you my hand too, to entertain my leader and my sister. When I was in college, my sister served me."