Vol 2 Chapter 35: Night training

The two talked while eating and exchanged their views on German football. They talked until seven o'clock. Wang Ai started to get up to pack clothes, shoes and football.
"So late to go out?" Yang Chen said in surprise.
"Well," Wang Ai said as she packed her clothes, "I didn't practice tonight."
"Did you train so late in Tubingen?"
"Monday to Friday morning classes can only be practiced in the morning, afternoon, and evening. Although there is no class on Saturday and Sunday, but there is not enough time to compete, so the evening cannot be wasted."
"Okay," Yang Chen shook her head. "If you can't go to the training ground, I'll run with you. Speaking of which, I haven't practiced at night for a long time."
"You are not the same as me. You have matured, and when I am growing up, my body looks the same every day. What I ’ve practiced now will be like this in the future."
"You just said that I have no potential, and that's so nice!" Yang Chen rolled her eyes while wearing clothes.
Jonas looked at the two. He didn't have to follow Wang Ai every day while in Tubingen, so he occasionally saw Wang Ai training at night, but never followed. Now here in Frankfurt, Jonas thought about it, but he should keep up.
The community where Yang Chen lives is not too far from the Wald Stadium, about seven or eight kilometers. Wang Ai jumped before going out, put the football in his jacket and hood, and tied the neckline with a rope. Yang Chen was weirdly holding Wang Ai's action.
"Well, warm up, is the course in this direction?"
Yang Chen nodded in doubt. He didn't understand Wang Ai's movements. What are you doing? What if we can't run directly?
"Well, I'm going to run, Brother Yang, come at your own pace, Jonas, try to keep up with me."
After speaking, Wang Ai ran on the right track. Yang Chen just ran up and saw that Wang Ai was like a wolf. He tried to run forward with all his strength. The striding one struck forward. , In a blink of an eye, ran out more than 100 meters. Yang Chen speeded up subconsciously. Just two steps later, I remembered Wang Ai's instructions, but Yang Chen didn't dare to let Wang Ai run so swiftly. Who knows where you are going?
Yang Chen had to speed up, at this time he probably understood Wang Ai's intention of jumping twice before going out. This was really warming up. This was a shallow alternative frog jump!
Yang Chen chased for five minutes with a uniform speed, and finally ran with Wang Ai.
"I said, whimper, what are you doing so fiercely?"
"Whoo, pull your stamina."
As soon as the voice fell, Wang Ai started to slow down and became a small jog. Yang Chen had no choice but to adjust the pace, but within two minutes, Wang Ai started to accelerate again, and ran like crazy, so Yang Chen was behind Bian Yuan's voice of concern came: "You are sick!"
Regardless of Wang Ai, he ran for three minutes, slowed down again, and did not meet. Yang Chen chased after him again: "I said something wrong with you, and running at variable speeds is not like you, you ...
The words faded, and Wang Ai began to speed up madly, leaving Jonas and Yang Chen behind.
The Wald Stadium in front has been vividly remembered. On the German ground in early spring, the crops have not yet grown up, so the sight is good. Yang Chen no longer worry about Wang Ai having an accident. He is too lazy to go crazy with him and simply stays behind. Equally miserable Jonas. Jonas was more helpless, he could not leave Wang Ai too far.
"Hi buddy, is he like this in Tubingen?"
Jonas shook his head in pain. He had been drinking for several years. He had no good physical fitness when he was in the National Defense Forces, so he didn't want to talk tiredly, but he couldn't help saying, "I know he's very fierce, but he doesn't I know it's so inhuman. "
When the two arrived outside the stadium, Jonas was tired and trembling, and Yang Chen was also tortured. Although he was very physically fit, he was slow for a while, and his physical energy consumption was very serious.
"I said you deliberately teased your brother Yang, right? You came to bully you, Brother Yang?" Yang Chenxing pleaded guilty.
"Hey, Brother Yang, you rest first, I run a few more laps around the stadium, almost."
After that, Wang Ai didn't care about Yang Chen. He strode forward and started to run again. The lap outside the stadium was about two kilometers away. Yang Chen and Jonas were not worried about Wang Ai's accident. They had just finished strenuous exercise and stopped immediately. Next, start jogging and chatting behind.
Not meeting, Wang Ai caught up with them, but he was still tormented for a while. On several occasions, Yang Chen wanted to question, and flew under the sweat of Wang Aile. When he knew that it was not the question, he asked Jonas, but Jonas did not know much. Wang Ai was training in Tubingen. Except for the team training games, they are basically solo.
It wasn't until Wang Ai caught up with Yang Chen twice before they relaxed. Jogged for a half lap together and walked towards the stadium.
Yang Chen had already realized at this time that Wang Ai's running method was not a torment, but had a clear purpose. From his observations, Wang Ai has three ways of running, one is a stride, as if the first two steps of a triple jump, each step is tried to move forward, each step is about two steps About three meters; the second is a small step, each step even within one meter, but the two feet quickly switch; the third is more common, it seems that the average sprinter runs at full speed, hard Step on the ground, press your feet against the ground and switch quickly.
"Xiao Wang, who taught you this? I'm holding it very interesting." Yang Chen curiously said.
"I've practiced it myself since I was little, but it doesn't matter, as long as it is useful." Wang Ai said with a smile.
"Then what do you all mean? I just saw that you seem to use three ways of running?"
Wang Ai gave Yang Chen a thumbs up: "The football field is changing rapidly. Of course, different situations must be dealt with differently. Just like we pass, shoot, and pass, we always have to analyze different situations."
Yang Chen came down with interest: "Oh? Then you talk about, what did you do in those three ways? What are you striding on?"
"I call this kind of running a high-speed race. If you run through a no-man's land, for example, you run long distances, you have a clear view ahead, and the chase behind you, you have to pull away, at least later, you can even catch up."
Yang Chen nodded thoughtfully: "What about this small step?"
"Running at high frequencies. It's special."
"What about this even run?"
"It's not uniform running, it should be racing running. For example, when you make a breakthrough with the ball and the defender is beside you."
Yang Chen thought about it: "Large strides have too high a center of gravity, they are easy to be thrown by a collision, or they are too big to be intercepted. Small strides are definitely too slow and easy to be blocked. So, run at a constant speed, oh, competitive Speed, speed, and collision resistance. Well, the fame is quite accurate. But it's not that great. Everyone knows it. You just have a good summary and a nice name. "
Wang Ai poked his lips: "Everyone can? How many brother Yang?"
"Everyone said that everyone can, of course I can, this kid can?"
"Oh! Brother Yang, let me be honest, don't listen to it. I have watched your game video."
"Oh, how many do you say I will?"
"You?" Wang Ai squinted at Yang Chen: "You will also be one, running fast, not quite standard!"