Chapter 234 What do you gain from going to Europe to train?
Zhao Kangming met Wang Guangwei again on the sidelines of the training ground. The latter had returned to Jincheng from the capital, rested for a night, and participated in the team's training with other teammates early the next morning.
But Zhao Kangming still prepared targeted training plans for those players who participated in the national team competition.
Mainly restorative training, in order to allow them to adjust their physical condition, the training intensity is not high.
After training, Wang Guangwei took the initiative to find head coach Zhao Kangming: "Coach Zhao, I have a request..."
"What's the matter? Tell me." Zhao Kangming looked at the young man in front of him with a smile.
"I want... to let the team arrange targeted strength training for me to improve my physical resistance."
Zhao Kangming was a little surprised: "Your physical resistance is not bad..."
But he soon realized what happened: "Did you feel that the physical confrontation was not very good after playing against French and Ukrainian players in Europe? But I think your performance in the game was okay..."
Wang Guangwei shook his head: "It's not Director Zhao, I just want to prepare for the World Cup. We will meet Russia, and I don't want to be beaten by Romanov in the game."
"This..." Zhao Kangming did not expect that this was what Wang Guangwei was thinking of.
However, after the initial accident, he had to admit that Wang Guangwei's concerns were very reasonable.
Whether it is Yao Huasheng, Wang Guangwei, or even Mao Junzheng, they are not considered weak among Chinese players, and their physical confrontation ability is not bad in the country. However, it is still a bit unsatisfactory to face "Terror Ivan" Romanov head-on.
Of course, there are not many people in the world who can confront this northern giant bear at its peak... Fortunately, Romanov has clearly begun to decline, otherwise Zhao Kangming would have persuaded Wang Guangwei to give up this idea.
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The game against Russia is indeed a key battle for the Chinese team in the World Cup group stage. If the Chinese team's defense cannot guard Romanov, it will be in big trouble.
Thinking of this, Zhao Kangming nodded: "It's a good idea that you have this idea. It shows that you are really using your brain to play football. I will ask Coach Sun to develop a strength training plan suitable for you. I will try to make sure that you are not good at the World Cup."
Will lose easily to Romanov."
A smile appeared on Wang Guangwei's face again: "Thank you, Director Zhao, I will go back first."
Zhao Kangming nodded and watched Wang Guangwei leave from the training ground.
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"Xing, how are you? You went to Europe to play two games this time. What was your experience?"
Jorge Dillon crossed his arms and looked at Chen Xingyi in front of him, communicating directly with him in English.
Translator Yu Jintao stood nearby and listened, but did not interrupt.
"Well... their rhythm on the court is very fast, faster than the Champions League." Chen Xingyi also tried his best to answer the head coach's question in English. "There is a chance, if I am in the league, I have about five seconds
But against them, I may only have three to two seconds... Many times I even do it subconsciously, without thinking with my brain..."
After listening to Chen Xingyi's words, Dillon nodded: "You're right, Xing. It seems that you really feel something different. Fast pace is a big difference between European football and Chinese football, and it is also the decisive factor.
The important reason why you can't beat the European teams. But I watched the live broadcast of the game and your performance was quite good..."
Chen Xingyi grinned: "This is all because you teach me well, coach!"
Dillon laughed loudly and patted Chen Xingyi on the shoulder: "Okay, let's go train!"
Chen Xingyi came to the training ground, and his teammates also finished their rest, got up and walked into the training ground.
Under the leadership of the assistant coach, the team began offensive training in a small area. In an area the size of the penalty area, the offensive team was forced to limit each player to a maximum of two touches of the ball when facing the defensive team: once to catch the ball,
A pass. And then finally shooting the football into the goal.
Strictly limiting the number of touches by the offensive team is to speed up the pace, reduce unnecessary adjustments for players, and force them to make correct choices in a very short period of time, thus getting rid of the bad habit of slow pace.
For the players of Dashun Golden Arrow, this can be regarded as daily training.
Similar requirements are also reflected in other training projects.
After Dillon's training, Dashun Golden Arrow's performance in the league has indeed changed.
Of course, the biggest changes here are young players like Chen Xingyi. After all, they are still young and it is much easier than older players to get rid of their bad habits in football.
Chen Xingyi, who is currently undergoing training, seems to be very handy.
Dillon said to the translator Yu Jintao beside him: "As you can see, the speed of stars is obviously faster than other people's."
Yu Jintao nodded in agreement: "Indeed, among all the players who have received training, Chen Xingyi has made the fastest and greatest progress."
"The talent of a genius is not only reflected in the technical moves on the court, but also in the speed at which he learns new things." Dillon is obviously very satisfied with his proud disciple.
"However, the progress he can make in China has basically come to an end. The overall level of the Chinese Super League is still very low. It is impossible for him to make any progress in this low-level league. He still has to go out. After the World Cup
, I will have a good talk with him again, and if he wants to go out, I am willing to help him contact him. You know, I have many friends in Italy and Spain..."
Jorge Dillon looked at Chen Xingyi's dexterous figure and said.
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"Zhiyuan, have you contacted anyone from Westin Athletics in Europe?"
"No, old Uncle Qiu, where can I care? What's wrong, what did old Miles say?"
"He didn't say much. He just said that your playing time was too little and that he had to continue to observe."
"Just observe..." Lin Zhiyuan curled his lips, appearing nonchalant.
"What did you gain from this European training session?"
"I just think... I still have the ability to gain a foothold in Europe. In the match against Ukraine, in the end, Curtien shot like crazy, and I saved it. So I have the ability. Of course, the premise is that Europe
Don’t look at me with colored glasses. Uncle Qiu, you know that so far, the main goalkeepers in all the teams in the five major European leagues are white."
The situation Lin Zhiyuan mentioned does exist, and if this situation is not mentioned usually, many people will not care. But once they know it, the first reaction is that it is incredible that the five major European leagues add up to 98 goals.
How come the team doesn’t even have a non-white main goalkeeper?
When people look at each team's lineup, they will find that this is indeed the case.
Does this mean some kind of discrimination?
It's hard to say. Due to the lack of conclusive evidence, the decision of who can and who cannot be more depends on strength, not skin color.
But this phenomenon does exist objectively.
Although there were not all white goalkeepers in the past, there were very few black goalkeepers. As for yellow people as the main goalkeepers, let alone now, it has never happened in European football history.
Qiu Xinrong knew this, and he couldn't control how the European teams did things. The only thing he could do was to comfort Lin Zhiyuan and tell him not to worry: "You don't need to pay too much attention to this matter..."
"Of course I care, old Uncle Qiu! What a great opportunity this is!"
"Because if I can become the main goalkeeper in a team in the five major leagues, wouldn't I be able to create history? Not only the history of Chinese players, but also the history of yellow people! Just like Liu Feixiang back then, old Uncle Qiu
!Isn’t that a dick explosion?” Lin Zhiyuan pointed at himself with his thumb and said proudly with his head raised.
The "Liu Feixiang" he refers to is the first yellow athlete in history to break the monopoly of European and American athletes on straight sprint track championships. He is a hero in the history of Chinese and Asian sports.
Obviously, Lin Zhiyuan wants to become the "Liu Feixiang" of Chinese football.
"You kid..." Qiu Xinrong finally realized that he shouldn't be worried about Lin Zhiyuan at all, and still wanted to comfort him... Is he the one who needs to be comforted?!
"Okay, it's always a good thing to have dreams..."
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Luo Kai was carrying a backpack and standing outside the door of the training base locker room.
He stretched out his hand to grab the door handle, then took several deep breaths, and finally seemed to have made up his mind. Then he suddenly turned the handle open and pushed the door open.
When he opened the door and entered, he noticed several looks directed at him.
This made the words he was about to say stuck in his throat again.
A few glances saw him and then quickly looked away. Oh, he is the only Chinese in the team. He has a dull personality and doesn't like to talk... Everyone is used to such a taciturn Chinese teammate, so when they saw it was him, they were also surprised.
None of them took it seriously.
Those retracted glances touched Luo Kai.
Because every time he came to the team training before, he would see such a scene and open the door. Everyone saw him and then went back to do their own things. But he came to his seat alone and listened to the music.
I started to change my clothes. After I finished my clothes, I sat on the stool and checked my phone.
He is like an invisible person that no one can see. Of course, he hopes that no one can see him and it is best not to disturb him.
In this way, he doesn't have to communicate with his teammates continuously, and he doesn't have to engage in the scary "ineffective social interaction"...
It seems to be the same today.
But just when Luo Kai secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he remembered the courage he had finally mustered up outside the door.
Not willing to give in anymore.
Why can Hu Lai do it but I can't?
Thinking of this, Luo Kai took a deep breath, stood at the door, and said loudly in Dutch: "Hi, good morning everyone!"
Now, the teammates in the locker room who had lowered their heads, looked away and continued to do their own things, all raised their heads, cast their gazes again, and looked at the Chinese teammates in front of them in surprise.