Chapter 51: No longer the same boy

Zhang Qinghuan's position is not fixed in front, he still needs to withdraw constantly to receive the pass of his teammate.
In the case that Qin Lin was unable to play, Zhao Kangming gave him the task of not being a simple midfielder, he was also responsible for connecting the team in the midfield. So sometimes he has to retrace deep enough.
This is also no alternative.
In fact, if Qin Lin was not injured and Zhang Qinghuan could play well and get a chance to play, he would retreat. The work of connecting the midfield and the backcourt should have been done by Qin Lin, and Zhang Qinghuan needed to link the midfield and frontcourt.
With his wife and son, Qin Lin sat on the sofa in the living room and watched the live TV broadcast of the game.
"I am a little worried about Zhang Qinghuan's physical strength after running up and down like this." Qin Lin said to his wife while watching TV. "The quality of his training is actually not high, plus he goes around every day... The past month or so has been improved, but it's not enough..."
"Fortunately, he only needs to play half the game." His wife said.
As the wife of the captain of a Chinese national team, even if she didn't know how to play before, after so many years, she still has basic football knowledge.
Qin Lin nodded and agreed with his wife's words: "I think Lao Zhao must also be very clear about this, so he didn't let him start."
As soon as the voice fell, the football was passed to Zhang Qinghuan who withdrew for the ball.
And Wuzhou Dongshan's No. 8 player immediately kicked it up, not allowing him to turn around.
Zhang Qinghuan did not stop the ball, but directly knocked the football from between the opponent's legs with the inside of his left foot. At the same time, he took the opponent's body as the axis and turned against him to catch up with the football!
"Wow! Pretty!" Anton TV's commentator exclaimed. "As expected of Zhang Qinghuan! This sense of ball!"
The son Qin Qi in front of the TV also jumped up and applauded, "Handsome!"
Zhao Kangming, who was on the bench off the field, went to see Chen Mo for the first time and found that Chen Mo also cast his eyes on him. The two old partners looked at each other, and both saw joy in each other's eyes.
This is the Zhang Qinghuan they want to see!
Zhang Qinghuan, who had caught up with the football, tried to continue to dribble the ball forward to bring up Flash Star's attacking momentum.
Another player from Wuzhou Dongshan rushed up from the side. He squeezed up hard and pressed against Zhang Qinghuan to prevent him from getting rid of it.
Faced with such a defense, Zhang Qinghuan chose to directly push the football forward and then accelerate, relying on speed to eat the opponent raw.
His explosive power can ensure that he throws away his opponent instantly, and then gets him stuck behind him.
But this time, he failed.
Football is going out, but people didn't get away.
When he was chasing the football, the opponent refused to give up, and the two of them hit their arms and pressed their bodies to the body. Football, which could have caught up in two or three moves, seems to be out of reach.
In the end, the football he went out was intercepted by the third player from Wuzhou Dongshan who was guarding the front. The attack by the flashing star ended here.
"Ah! This ball is big..." The Anton TV commentator sighed.
The joy in the eyes of Zhao Kangming and Chen Mo flickered twice before disappearing, and regretted that the attack did not come out.
It is also regrettable that Qin Qi, the child put his head in his hands and leaned on the back of the sofa.
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After seeing Zhang Qinghuan's turn to get rid of his opponent, Hu Lai immediately jumped in and prepared to respond.
How can I think of halfway running and looking back to find Zhang Qinghuan waded the football to the opponent's feet...
The offensive and defensive reversal in an instant, he had to follow his teammates to quickly return to defense.
The previous Nima ran away in vain, wasting energy...
His heart is bitter.
I could only sip at the back of Zhang Qinghuan who was also returning to defense: "Damn! Isn't it awesome during training!"
Also spitting saliva from Zhang Qinghuan's back was Yuan Yue. The midfielder of Wuzhou Dongshan had no response to Zhang Qinghuan's turn just now.
If it weren't for his teammates to come up to help, this offense might have been done by Flash Star.
Obviously, this is Zhang Qinghuan's response to his words.
Rubbish... you shit!
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Yuan Yue wanted to find Zhang Qinghuan for revenge, but when Flash Star attacked again, he found that Zhang Qinghuan was not staying in the middle, but went to the side.
As a gate in front of the defensive line and the midfielder's midfield, he naturally can't be pulled to the flank casually. Wouldn't the defensive line open the center door?
Although he wanted to teach Zhang Qinghuan this rubbish, he could only spit over there: "Hey, coward! Don't run if you have the ability!"
Of course, Zhang Qinghuan didn't go to the side road to hide from Yuan Yue. His position was inherently flexible and he would go wherever he needed it.
As the team's midfield organizer, even if other teammates don't like him, they will still pass the football to him. After all, this is the request of the head coach Zhao Kangming.
After receiving a pass from his teammate on the wing, Zhang Qinghuan pretended to cut inside, then used the outer instep of his right foot to move the football to the outside line and drove the ball forward.
However, this set of his actions failed to deceive the defensive player. The opponent saw the football being hopped out by him, and after temporarily out of his control, he stepped forward and tackled it.
Seeing his fierce tackle, Zhang Qinghuan jumped up to avoid it, and the football was naturally shoveled out of the sideline by the opponent.
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Qin Lin in front of the TV shook his head. From the first time Zhang Qinghuan took the ball on the court, he always felt a little strange, and Zhang Qinghuan's performance was not quite right.
Now he finally figured out what was wrong.
Zhang Qinghuan's explosive power was gone.
Zhang Qinghuan, who used to compete with him in the game, has a good breakthrough ability. In addition to his technical advantages, his explosive power is also the main reason for his good breakthrough.
Wade the football out, and then rely on explosive power to suddenly accelerate to throw away the opponent, this kind of kicking style is not uncommon in Zhang Qinghuan before.
But in today's game it failed.
Investigating the reason, Qin Lin thought that this might have a lot to do with his self-indulgence over the past few years.
Football is a physical-based sport, and physical fitness needs to be maintained through day-to-day training.
Those professional players can get in shape with just one month of vacation, not to mention that Zhang Qinghuan's days of serious training in the past three years are few.
The training of athletes is very hard and requires a lot of willpower to persevere. They also have high requirements on diet. Such restrictions are really not something ordinary people can tolerate for a long time. That’s why everyone often sees athletes quickly becoming fat as soon as they retire. This is because you don’t have to keep training anymore, you don’t have to work hard, you can eat and drink without restraint, just like retaliatory consumption, which is retaliatory. Diet, can the body not deform?
Most professional football players, even if they insist on training every day, their physical fitness will inevitably decline as they age. This is a normal law of nature. In Chinese football, because all aspects of professionalism are not as deeply rooted as the European football concept, this situation is more obvious and serious. For example, when you are young, you can play forwards, and when you get older, you can play more and more back. , Finally became a defender, this is the helpless move of the decline in physical fitness and the loss of explosive power.
Playing forward requires high physical fitness, especially speed and explosive power. Playing as a defender requires more experience. Older players have poor physical fitness, but they have rich experience and can still find their own place in the defender line, and they can continue to eat in professional football.
Of course, these examples are long-term, slow physical changes, which are not a big problem.
But Zhang Qinghuan's situation is different from them. The long-term slack has caused his physical fitness to decline ahead of schedule. And because he has not retired anyhow, he still trains with the team, even if he is not serious, but at least he has practiced, so this decline is not very sudden and obvious.
He has hardly played a game in the past six months, and now he has suddenly gotten a chance to play, and the decline in physical fitness is finally reflected.
Qin Lin sighed in his heart.
The boy who ran on the court with black hair fluttering, as if dancing in the wind, was finally unable to return...
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Zhao Kangming and Chen Mo looked at each other again, and they also saw something wrong with Zhang Qinghuan.
And there are similar guesses as Qin Lin.
"It's all changed, it depends on how he kicks... It's not that you can't kick if you can't break through." Chen Mo comforted Zhao Kangming, or comforted himself.
Zhang Qinghuan himself is not positioned as a winger who breaks through with the ball...
He is a midfielder, and the ability to break through only makes him even more powerful, but if not, it is not a big deal.
The key is whether Zhang Qinghuan himself is aware of the changes in his body?
Both the head coach and the assistant coach of Shining Star cast their eyes on Shining Star 10 on the field.
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Zhang Qinghuan is aware of this problem.
After two consecutive attempts to accelerate the breakthrough failed, he knew that this was definitely not just a simple "accident".
Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, it can be explained by "accidental phenomenon", but how could he not feel the changes in his own body?
When he kicked his legs and tried to exert strength, he felt that his body was a little unwilling.
He obviously kicked the ground hard, but couldn't get up.
It's like... It's like when driving, the accelerator pedal is stepped on to the bottom, and the roar of the engine is exhausted from the engine compartment. The sound looks quite loud, but when you look out the window, the speed of the car just can't get up. .
The engine speed has increased by five or six thousand, and the speed is still increasing slowly one kilometer by one kilometer per hour.
What went wrong?
Zhang Qinghuan knew this answer very well, but he just didn't want to admit it.
Over the past three years, Ye Ye Shengge, indulging in joy, hollowed out his body.
When he was dealing with errands on the training ground, lingering in the coveted nightclubs, and venting his energy on women, he never thought that one day, his body would not be able to support a high-intensity formal game...
He always believed that with his talents and talents, as long as he was a little serious and practiced for a few days, he would be able to sweep his opponents in the game and win everyone's cheers and praise again and again.
Isn't football like this? The winner is king. As long as I can win, as long as I perform well, all the previous problems are not a problem.
As long as I behave well...
What the will happen if I behave badly?
Zhang Qinghuan felt a little panicked when he thought about what his life would look like if he could no longer perform well again~EbookFREE.me~.
Xu Geke also asked me to show good performance and fight for me to go to the Super League team next season...
No, I can't just give in!
Calm down, Zhang Qinghuan, calm down... I'm not a player who only relies on speed, I'm a midfielder, I'm a playmaker!
Pass!
Use passing to tear the opponent's defense line and create opportunities for teammates...
Yes, this is my way of playing.
What if the explosive power is gone, I am still Zhang Qinghuan, Xiaoye, that... "Francis of China"!
When Zhang Qinghuan's mind reappeared this title, he himself was taken aback.
Another name that feels so far away...