The two chatted while eating, exchanging views on German football until about seven o'clock. Wang Ai started to get up and pack his clothes, shoes, and footballs.
"You want to go out so late?" Yang Chen asked in surprise.
"Well," Wang Ai said while packing his clothes, "I didn't practice tonight."
"Did you also practice until so late in Tubingen?"
"We have classes in the morning from Monday to Friday, and we can only practice in the morning, afternoon, and evening. Although there are no classes on Saturdays and Sundays, there are competitions and there is not enough time, so we can't waste the evenings."
"Okay." Yang Chen shook his head: "If you can't go to the training ground, I'll go with you. Speaking of which, I haven't practiced at night for a long time."
"You are different from me. You have matured, and I am just growing up. My body changes every day. Whatever you practice now, that's how it will be in the future."
"Just say that I have no potential anymore. That sounds so nice!" Yang Chen rolled his eyes while getting dressed.
Jonas looked at the two of them. When he was in Tübingen, he didn't have to follow Wang Ai every day, so he occasionally saw Wang Ai training at night, but he never followed him. Now that he's here in Frankfurt, Jonas thought for a moment,
It's better to keep up.
The community where Yang Chen lives is not too far away from the Wald Stadium, about seven or eight kilometers. Wang Ai jumped before going out, put the football in the hood of his coat, and tied it tightly around the back of his neck with a rope.
Yang Chen looked at Wang Ai's movements strangely.
"Okay, let's warm up. The court is in this direction, right?"
Yang Chen nodded doubtfully. He didn't understand Wang Ai's movements. It's okay. Why are you jumping? Can't we just run away?
"Okay, I'm going to run. Brother Yang, you follow your own pace. Jonas, try to keep up with me."
After saying that, Wang Ai ran up the main road in small steps. As soon as Yang Chen ran up, he saw Wang Ai running forward with all his strength like a wolf chasing him.
, and ran more than a hundred meters away in the blink of an eye. Yang Chen subconsciously accelerated his steps. Just after running two steps, he remembered Wang Ai's instructions, but Yang Chen didn't dare to let Wang Ai run away like this. Who was it?
Do you know where you went?
Yang Chen had no choice but to speed up. At this time, he probably understood Wang Ai's intention of jumping twice before going out. This was really a warm-up. This was a relatively shallow alternative frog jump!
Yang Chen ran at a constant speed for five minutes and finally caught up with Wang Ai.
"I said, Huhu, why are you so fierce?"
"Huhu, get some energy."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Ai began to slow down and turned into a small jog. Yang Chen had no choice but to adjust his pace, but within two minutes, Wang Ai started to speed up again, running like crazy, and he heard Yang Chen behind him.
A concerned voice came from afar: "You are sick!"
Wang Ai ignored him and ran for three minutes, then slowed down. After a while, Yang Chen caught up with him again: "What's wrong with you? Changing speeds is not your way of running. You..."
After he finished speaking, Wang Ai started to accelerate crazily again, leaving Jonas and Yang Chen far behind.
The Waldstadion ahead was already vivid in his mind. On the German land in early spring, the crops had not grown yet, so the sight was very good. Yang Chen was no longer worried about Wang Ai's accident, and was too lazy to go crazy with him, so he simply stayed behind and got closer.
Jonas was in the same pain. Jonas was even more helpless. He couldn't leave Wang Ai too far.
"Hey, man, is he like this in Tübingen?"
Jonas shook his head in pain. He had been drinking alcohol for several years. The good physical fitness he had when he was in the Wehrmacht was long gone. So he was too tired to talk, but he had to say: "I know he practiced very hard, but...
I know it’s so inhumane.”
The two of them arrived outside the stadium. Jonas was shaky from exhaustion, and Yang Chen was also tortured. Although he was in good physical condition, he was fast and slow at times, and his physical energy was also very seriously consumed.
"I said you were teasing your brother Yang on purpose, right? Did you come all the way to bully your brother Yang?" Yang Chen asked the question.
"Hey, Brother Yang, you rest first, I'll run around the stadium a few more times, it's not even close."
After saying that, Wang Ai ignored Yang Chen and started running again. The circle outside the stadium was about two kilometers. Yang Chen and Jonas were not worried about Wang Ai's accident. They had just finished exercising vigorously and it was not easy to stop immediately.
After getting off the bus, we started jogging and chatting behind.
After a short meeting, Wang Ai caught up with them, still struggling with speed and slowness. Several times Yang Chen wanted to ask questions, but when he saw Wang Ai's sweat falling, he knew it was not the time to ask questions, so he asked about an appointment.
Nass, but Jonas doesn't know much about it. Wang Ai's training in Tubingen, except for the team training matches, was basically individual training.
It wasn't until Wang Ai caught up with Yang Chen and the others twice that he relaxed. They jogged half a circle together and walked towards the stadium.
At this time, Yang Chen had realized that Wang Ai's running method was probably not a fool's errand, but had a clear purpose. From his observation, Wang Ai had three running methods, one was to stretch his legs, as if
It's like the first two steps of a triple jump. You try your best to move forward with each step, and the stride length of each step is about two meters and three. The second type is trot, and the stride length of each step is even less than one meter.
Inside, but the two feet switch rapidly; the third type is more common, it seems like an ordinary sprinter running at full speed, pushing hard on the ground, sticking to the ground, and switching quickly with both feet.
"Xiao Wang, who taught you this? It looks very interesting to me." Yang Chen said curiously.
"I've been practicing by myself since I was a child, but that's not important, as long as it's useful." Wang Ai said with a smile.
"Then what do you mean? I just saw you running in three ways?"
Wang Ai gave Yang Chen a thumbs up: "The football field is changing rapidly, and different situations must be handled in different ways. Just like when we pass the ball, shoot, and pass people, we always need to analyze different situations."
Yang Chen became interested now: "Oh? Then tell me, what did you do in those three running methods just now? What did you do with your long strides?"
"I call this type of running high-speed running. It passes through no-man's land. For example, if you are running for a long distance, you have an unobstructed view of the front, and the pursuers are following you closely. You have to keep the distance, at least you will be overtaken later or even unable to catch up. "
Yang Chen nodded thoughtfully: "What about this small trot?"
"High-frequency running, dedicated to passing people."
"What about running at a constant speed?"
"It's not called running at a constant speed, it should be called racing running. For example, when you break through with the ball and the opponent's defender is beside you."
Yang Chen thought for a while: "The center of gravity of the long stride is too high, and it is easy to be collided and lost, or the stride is too large, and it is easy to be intercepted. The absolute speed of the small stride is too slow, and it is easy to be blocked. So, run at a constant speed, oh, competition Running fast, having speed, and resisting collisions, well, the name is quite accurate. However, it is nothing special, everyone can do it, you just summed it up quite novel and the name is nice."
Wang Ai curled his lips: "Everyone knows it? Brother Yang, how many of you know it?"
"I said everyone can do it. Of course I can do it. This kid can do it, right?"
"Hey! Brother Yang, don't you hate hearing the truth? I've seen your game videos."
"Oh, how many do you think I know?"
"You?" Wang Ai squinted at Yang Chen: "You can only run at a high speed, but you are not very standard!"
