Vol 2 Chapter 181: Eat a small stove

The atmosphere of the national team is a bit strange now, because the World Cup qualifying temporarily eased the conflict between Milu and the Football Association. In fact, if Milu hadn't led the team with good grades, he would have already left the class. what? Happy football? Let everyone happily kick? Is that ok? What about discipline? And ... discipline? Also ... what about discipline?
These lay leaders of the Football Association actually don't know anything other than shouting discipline.
This is what Milu thinks of them. Of course, Lao Mi's head is hard enough, and he hasn't been out of line for more than 40 years. Tu Yang's tried the Chinese Football Association who can't do it all. How could they have looked at Milu if it wasn't for performance? To make a simple analogy, the national team is under the leadership of the Football Association, and the head coach is actually an employee. So according to China's official culture, what kind of subordinates are good subordinates? It's the subordinates who do whatever they want! At that extreme, it is okay if employees are puppets and puppets, and those who have their own ideas are the most hated. And leaders like Milu and Wang Ai who have always been reluctant to walk and retreat are deeply hated by the leaders!
Nowadays, the national team knows that Lao Mi is going to flash people. Lao Mi also knows that the team's affairs are not much. Many things are the leadership, the team leader and the management of the Football Association. But this group also pays attention to the sense of proportion, for fear of messing with this one. Because the person who is about to leave, and Milu who was at the highest prestige in Chinese society at the moment, he is quite a bit desperate and has no desire, but he just got meaning, really annoyed him, and was crazy before he died , What to do with the same person?
So now the atmosphere of the national team is very weird. Milu smiles whenever he sees anything, not to mention good or bad, the head of the Football Association, the team leader and other leaders are also careful, while the Chinese coach Jin Zhiyang, Chi Shangbin Shen Xiangfu and Xu Tao also did nothing in the middle. Therefore, during this time, the national team's affairs are somewhat autonomous.
In the past eighteen training sessions, basically no time was wasted, let alone the kind of literary party, that is, in the morning to Kunming, training must be arranged in the afternoon without any delay. But this time, it's a good time, because several people who can manage things are afraid of each other, but no one is in charge of the national football. Otherwise, Wang Ai can be alone with Ma Mingyu? What if it hurts? Can Xu Tao just call a futsal match that is not planned at all?
These people are tired of kicking, the others will take turns. Older stars like Su Maozhen and Fan Zhiyi are very careful to avoid injuries. They will hurry down as soon as they feel physically weak, so the national team People take turns playing. Wang Ai's physical fitness is completely okay, and she has been playing with her for more than two hours before she came down.
I don't know when, Milu also came to the sidelines, watching the crowd with a smile. Wang Ai came down and sat next to Milu, pulled out mineral water from his bag, stuffed a bottle of old rice, and began to mumble and drink water.
"Bora, how am I playing?"
"The offense is as good as ever, but your defense is not good."
Wang Aileng froze, and then smiled. Foreigners are so outspoken, but they are not tortuous like Chinese. However, Wang Ai likes to speak like this. As a young scholar, what I hate most is The most objection to counterfeiting is insincerity, which is a waste of time and a waste of life.
"Bora, you know, I'm still young and I play against adults. I can't defend. The defense is too physical."
"Excuse me!" Milu dropped the water bottle and pointed at Wang Ai with a smile: "This is all an excuse. You just don't want to defend, you just want to show offense."
Wang Ai smiled: "Bora, what you said makes sense, but there are certain factors in this area, but not all of them. The position I play determines the better offense than the defender, and I am also afraid of injury."
"But you always grow up, don't you? The tasks of forwards, forwards, forwards, especially the two wing defenses are not light. I don't want you to become Hao Haidong. I hope you can become a comprehensive player like Fan Zhiyi. Your long-term development is good. "
Wang Ai smiled. He understood Milu's subtext. Chinese players playing abroad are best versatile. If they encounter a wrong head coach, they can guarantee playing time, and they can live for another team.
"Come on, I'll teach you." Milu was intrigued, and he stood up and held a football.
Wang Ai scratched his head. To be honest, he is not very interested in defense. One can score goals through offense, but one cannot defend against the opponent's goals. In the weak Chinese team, he is still a frontcourt player. Help is bigger.
But Laomi left first, and Wang Ai had to stand up.
The futsal is playing lively there. Here, Milulla and Wang Ai begin to explain the defense to him. Because Lao Mi is going to leave, the international team knows that no one has been around him like he had done in the past two years. Of course, he did not dare to offend him. After all, he submitted the FIFA list. Otherwise, he will lose face in the World Cup, he can shirk his responsibility and blame no one who can't stand it.
"Wang, you have a good sense of position, but that is your sense of position on offense. I find that you can always maintain a proper position with your teammates, whether it is passing or receiving each other, covering, is good. It's very poor in defense. You often lose your defensive position, or you don't play the role of a wing player to control the penetration and attack of the wing. "
Wang Ai nodded, and didn't dare to talk back. People had to listen to what was right.
"A lot of times because your position is in front, your mistake will not directly lead to the team conceding goals, but your laissez-faire approach will put too much pressure on the players behind you. You are irresponsible. of."
"So what if I'm still young?"
"Who told you that defense must depend on the body? Wouldn't it use your brain?" Milu pointed to his head.
"So?" Wang Ai stretched his head over, and bent over to the ground: "Use your brain?"
"Using your thinking is not using your skull, facial nerves and life!" Milu pressed Wang Ai's head seriously.
The two laughed, because they spoke English throughout, and sometimes mixed with German, and other people were too far away to hear what they were talking about, but they were better when they talked, and Milu also Regardless of the inconvenience of trousers and shoes, dribbling under his feet, and practicing personal skills with Wang Ai.
Wang Ai was also polite. He went up to grab it. Milu turned around to protect the ball. Although the fifties old man was still flexible, Wang Ai couldn't grab it for a while.
If there is no one next to an old man and one young man, one attack, one defense, sometimes change roles, and sometimes kick shots, Wang Ai was pulled down by the old man several times, of course, the old man was also shaken by Wang Ai. The old man was not angry, and he smiled and patted his and stood up. Although the two are teaching and learning technology, so the amount of exercise is not great, but they are very happy to play. Milu also sent a sincere smile that he hadn't seen in days.