Chapter Thirty-Six: Old Immortals? (Ask for recommendation)
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Godot was driving as he thought about what he had just encountered in Leco's office.
"Isn't it eight years?" When Godot saw the contract again, he looked up in surprise and saw that it was still a ten-year deadline.
"It's different, Mr. Godot." Leko said with a smile.
Godot was not a fool, how could he not know the meaning of Leco's words.
Because Glory has not played well in two games in a row, Leko thinks that now that the club has the initiative, they can not take themselves seriously.
With the quality of your players, it's not easy to have a club that takes him in, so don't pick and choose!
Love to sign or not!
Not only is the term 10 years, but the salary and bonuses are reduced to varying degrees compared with the previous contract.
This is a robbery while the fire is burning!
Godot put the contract on the coffee table and stood up.
"I'm sorry, I can't accept such conditions." He said to Leko.
Leko shrugged nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter, you can think about it again." ”
Then he sat back in his chair, and it was time to see off the guests.
But this time, even the ceremonial process of shaking hands is gone.
Obviously, Glory and Godot have a lot less place in his mind than they once were.
Once again, Godot clearly felt the disdain and contempt from Lecco.
This damn bastard!
He scolded indignantly in his heart.
"Godot, red light!"
Glory's voice suddenly remembered, waking Godot from his memory, and as soon as he came back to his senses, he saw the red light at the intersection ahead!
Reflexively, he slammed on the brakes hard!
The car made a screeching sound and finally braked after the front wheel crossed the line.
If it weren't for the fact that both of them had seatbelts fastened, I was afraid that both of them would have to hit their heads on the front windshield......
Godot looked ahead in some shock.
"What's wrong with you, Godot? I see you're absent-minded. Glory turned to Godot and asked.
"No, nothing...... Momentarily distracted. ”
Although Godot didn't say why, Glory had already guessed it.
It must have been his recent performances that have put pressure on him.
"Godot, do you believe in your own vision?" So he asked.
Godot turned his head to look at Glory.
Do you trust your vision?
I didn't have a good record of seeing people before......
But in Rongguang, he still has faith.
As he got along with Rongguang, he became more and more convinced of this idea - Rongguang is a genius, a real genius! This is not a big talk made for the sake of creating a gimmick and self-hype in the newspapers.
He believed this from the bottom of his heart.
He nodded, "I believe." ”
Rongguang smiled and said, "I believe it too." ”
Looking at Glory's smiling face, Godot suddenly felt that he was full of strength again.
Yes, if you believe in glory, what is there to worry about?
"Godot." Glory called him again.
"What's wrong?"
"Green light." Glory pointed ahead.
Godot reacted at this point.
The long queue of cars behind them has honked their horns incessantly......
Although Godot has never said anything to Glory, seeing Godot like he is today, even a fool can guess that it must have something to do with his recent performance.
We need to solve this problem as soon as possible......
At the very least, we must have a direction and know how to solve it.
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The daily morning jog time is a fixed program that the glory thunder can't beat, no matter the wind or rain, he is never absent.
The team's morning training starts at half past ten, and it is enough for the players to arrive at the training base at ten o'clock, so they don't have to go so early, this time difference is enough to go out in the morning to run a few laps.
This is not a training program specially arranged by Rongguang to strengthen his physical fitness.
Purely because Rongguang loves to run. He loves the feeling of running. Running barefoot, running in shoes, on the mountain beams, on the boulevards by the lake, in the poor hometown, and in the bustling and fast-paced metropolis...... As long as he was running, he felt peace of mind.
Running, when Glory was not yet famous, may be evidence of his own existence.
Today, as usual, Glory runs on the tree-lined avenue by the lake, slowing down the pace and running wildly. Constantly changing his rhythm, taking turns exercising the red and white muscles in his body.
But his mind wasn't on running, running was an instinct, he didn't need to put too much energy into running itself, he was thinking about Godot's performance yesterday.
In fact, the performance of the glory of these two consecutive games cannot be regarded as bad objectively, it can only be said to be average. It's just that his performance in the first three games was too good, and his performance in the two games was not good.
Of course, Glory doesn't give itself a reason.
By his own standards, it's really bad.
Although he looks heartless in the restaurant, it doesn't mean that he doesn't care, he cares a lot, and he wants to get back on his feet as soon as possible.
How could he, who was going to Europe, be beaten by such a small difficulty in Brazil?
Regarding the problems he encountered, Lucas analyzed him, and Lucas thought that his technical characteristics were too simple, so he relied on a back plug and relied on speed to rush hard, relying too much on speed. Although his speed is indeed fast, football is not a 100-meter race after all, and speed alone cannot be played. Once your opponent has studied you thoroughly, there will be too many means to contain you. Just like Guarani and Botafogo, don't give Glory space to sprint, and if Glory really shows signs of getting out of control, then don't hesitate to foul immediately......
Glory suddenly felt that there was nowhere to go.
It made him kick very aggrieved.
It's easy to change that, if the speed of Glory is one weapon in his arsenal, then add the others.
That is, to have other skills.
Lucas thinks it would have been much easier for Glory to learn to dribble the ball at high speeds. Because now Glory can't hold the ball at his feet. The Sao Paulo player has to get the ball in front of him and give him space. If he wasn't given space, he wouldn't be able to show what he did best, just like in those two games. The opponent will also easily cut off his ball.
Lucas thinks that Glory has speed, so the problem becomes very simple, as long as you can dribble the ball well in high-speed running, there must be few people who can break the Glory ball on the court.
He can break through with the ball by himself, create space, and when he wants to break through by himself, he can pass the ball out of the way if he wants to pass to his teammates, and when the offensive player has one more choice, it will make the defender hesitate when defending, think too much, and lose the opportunity to defend.
As long as he can control the football and bring it up, he can be a sharp knife to tear through the opponent's defence.
Because he was only able to cut and run in the air before, and if there was no ball at his feet, he could never pose a direct threat to the opponent.
It takes the cooperation of your teammates.
If he has the ability to break through with the ball, he can solve the battle with the ball himself.
In order to stop him, the opponent had to allocate more manpower to take care of him, so the defensive strength against Sao Paulo players in other positions decreased.
The originally airtight line of defense will also have many gaps that can be exploited.
So, it's about learning to dribble the ball, and not just with it, but with your own speed.
Otherwise, he runs like a flyer without the ball and runs like a snail with the ball, so what's the point? As an attacker, speed is Glory's sharpest weapon, and no matter what new weapons Glory adds, you can't lose it.
Lucas didn't have any good ideas about how to train with the ball, just said to train with the ball as he had done in the training session.
Lucas is not a professional coach after all, and it is good that he can teach Rong some very basic things.
But Rongguang always thinks that it takes too long, although he looks quite optimistic, but he is also in a hurry, he is going to Europe, if he delays too much time on this, how much less money will he make?
Is there a way to practice dribbling anytime, anywhere?
Rong Guang looked down at the feet he took turns taking and imagined that he was dribbling the ball on the court. Touching the ball with the right foot...... How much effort should I use? How far can a soccer ball roll now? Five meters or ten meters? Or further?
Glory is completely ignorant of the way.
You still have to use real football......
He stopped, removed the pocket containing the soccer ball from behind his back, loosened his mouth, and poured the soccer out. This is the soccer ball he uses to practice juggling the ball. Carry your back on your back when you run.
He tried to dribble the ball like the other players he saw, first using the outside instep of his right foot to push the ball forward.
Because he didn't dare to exert himself, his speed was very slow, and the football that was knocked out of the hole rolled very slowly. I was afraid that when I knocked the ball, I would have more strength, and the football would be out of my control, and the glory would move forward slowly and slowly.
But it felt so bad.
With a little bit of strength under Rongguang's feet, the football rolled out of the ball violently, and he had to speed up to chase it.
After catching up with the football, I didn't dare to use my strength anymore, and continued to dribble the ball slowly.
The most glorious after the end is bored.
He kicked the football out of the way more than ten meters away, and then ran wildly!
Like a gust of wind, he chased after the football.
He didn't catch up with football, though.
Because before he arrived, the ball had been picked up from the ground by a pair of hands.
"Eh, my ball ......" Rong Guang hurriedly shouted as he saw the football being picked up.
At the same time, he could see clearly who was stealing his ball.
He looked up and saw an old man with a white beard standing in front of him, dressed in white clothes and white trousers and with white hair and beard swaying gently in the morning breeze. The morning sun shone through the sky behind him, gilding the outer contours of his body with a halo of golden yellow.
For a moment, Rong Guang thought that he had met the legendary old fairy, and then he would pull out a golden football and ask himself, "Boy, did you kick this golden ball into the lake?" ”