Chapter 33: (Last) Refining Hongye to send talents

　　 Next is Klopp's most elaborate strategy.
　　 "Ricardo, your position will change, you go here." Klopp looked at Montolivo, with the pen in his hand pointing to the right avant-garde position on the illustration.
　　 "Frank, you too, retreat to the left halfback position." Klopp looked at the scar again.
　　 "Now is the most important change, Zhuo and Bastian, you retreat together, stand on both sides of Nigel, Zhuo is on the right, and Bastian is on the left. The three of you, give me control of the court."
　　 This is what Klopp has tossed about. Zhuo Yang no longer hits the right and goes to the middle. The piggy is no longer front waist or No. 9 and a half, and also retreats to the middle waist.
　　 Zhuo Yang, Xiaozhu, Montolivo, and Scar are four rare all-rounders. Master Scar was so fast, there was no problem with the assault on the side, and the excellent internal cutting technique ensured that he could kill the middle at any time. The other three are even more amazing, with balanced left and right feet, and can almost hit all positions in the frontcourt. Montolivo and Piggy have played on the two forwards, as well as the front and back waists, and they played well, so Klopp has nothing to worry about.
　　 As for Zhuo Yang, in fact, he only played right forward. But Klopp did not know why he thought that the new position Zhuo Yang was absolutely okay to fight, and Zhuo Yang also felt that he was absolutely no problem, confident enough to be unreasonable.
　　A genius can be understood by mortals?
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　　 Finally finished, the morning glow of the west turned to the horizon. The design is beautiful, how about the effect, you have to go to the training ground and try it on the competition ground.
　　 Bassaw Hasler greeted: "How about the two teammates and everyone? Going for a drink together?"
　　 Zhuo Yang glanced at each other: "I'm sorry, Thomas, we have to practice more, change the day."
　　 The bantam tiger froze.
　　 Watching Zhuo Yang's six of them running towards the back of the training ground, Hasler remained silent for a long time.
　　On the way to the parking lot, Hassler spoke to Kalit Zakis for a long time and said, "Guinness, maybe, this year, we don't need to be renown."
　　 "You might say that these little guys are really hard." Calit Zakis nodded slightly.
　　 "It's so nice to be young, there are too many possibilities." Steubner also chimed in, with a little bit of sigh in his words.
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　　 Brother Zhuo Yang came to the training ground and saw three people running laps on the track from afar. They were Willie Ackerman, Carl Rand and Clark Edmund, and the other three members of the training team. Seeing Zhuo Yang they arrived, the three stopped.
　　The two gangs smiled attentively to each other, and immediately, the six people who were late also joined the ranks of the running circle.
　　 "We thought you were in the first team, and you won't be staying here anymore."
　　 "No, not enough. I am going to challenge Bayern Munich men in the future, which is not enough."
　　 "I said, Zhuo, I'm really jealous of you. I came to the youth team for a few months and went up, and I have been in the youth team for three years..."
　　 "Karl, don't be discouraged, with Mr. Klopp, everything is possible."
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　　As the footsteps ran away, the voices of several people gradually became smaller and smaller, and gradually became unclear.
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　　After the training, a group of people went to the collective shower first. The energetic lads bludgeoned while playing with foam, who would pee far away after a while, and finally compared each other to the length of indescribable parts. It seems that the thin Montolivo won the championship with a slight advantage of a few centimetres. The Chinese Zhuo Yang ranked second, the bottom of the caisson sorrowful by the pig, the depressed face of the rich second generation, and kept muttering: "Small has little tricks...". Several good friends quickly comforted him with a broken body and a hummingbird.
　　 Zhuo Yang nicknamed Montolivo-"Second Brother"! And explained to everyone the meaning of the word "Lao Er" in Chinese. Since then,'Second Brother' has become synonymous with Montolivo, and eventually resounded in the world football. However, no one knows what it really means, except for the group of people on the peninsula who broke away from high-level fun that day.
After changing clothes, a group of people walked to the parking lot with a smile. On the way, the piglet told Ackerman the three of them were talking about ghosts last night. It was like a stand-up talk, which caused everyone to stop. The ground laughed.
　　 As soon as he walked out of the gate, he saw a cross-country vehicle with bright lights in the parking lot, illuminating the parking lot as brightly as during the day. A tall fat man stood upright in the brightest part of the entrance.
　　 "Hey, you guys, you come to me." The tall fat man yelled in a rough voice.
　　 Thick black trench coat, big back, brown trousers, shiny black leather shoes, plus tall and wide body. The newcomer "Godfather" is full of visual sense and very powerful aura.
　　 It's just that there is a dark green on the cheekbones of the left face. The band-aid on the right brow bone affects the image of the godfather.
　　 "You few bastards~EbookFREE.me~ Roll over for Lao Tzu!" The tall fat godfather shouted.
　　 "Hey, fat man, speak carefully!" Zhuo Yang put his hands in his pockets, his feet were not too different, his head was skewed, and a bad boy's virtuous behavior.
　　 "Slow down..., how do I think this fat man is familiar?" Piggy found some clues. "Huh... Isn't that the ghost that punished last night?"
　　 "Pooh~", a few people didn't hold back and laughed, first squeezed their mouths embarrassedly, and then had to cover their mouths with their hands, and finally the scarred Ribery could not hold back.
　　 "Ah~hahaha--, this is the fat guy, hahahaha--"
　　 At this time, everyone could not hold back. "Hahahaha..."
　　 "I said fat, what did you do last night? Hahahaha..."
　　 "I'm sorry, fat man, let me laugh for a while, ha ha ha ha ha..., quite beating..., ha ha ha ha ha."
　　 "Ahahahaha, oh, I can't take it anymore, my stomach hurts..." They all laughed upright, and almost rolled on the ground with joy.
　　The fat godfather had a black thread messed up in the wind.
　　 "Enough!!" The fat godfather shuddered on the cheek gang. "Six of you, Frank, I'm waiting for you in your restaurant. Go right away, otherwise, hum!—"
　　 The godfather turned and drove away in a huge off-road car. Leave a few people face to face, a haze.
　　 "Scar, do you know him?"
　　 "Don't know! Which one knows what a ghost he is."
　　 "Hey, do you think there will be a Chicago typewriter in his trench coat? Like in the movie, burst, burst, burst, burst..."
　　 "Shouldn't it be that exaggerated? I see at most two desert eagles..."