"Can you concentrate?"

Juninho's virtual image looked impatient, "It was just a poor talent, and you didn't study hard yet. Or you traveled across the English Channel, crossed the entire European continent, crossed the Ural Mountains, and had a career in the south of the Siberian frozen soil.

Technical school, go there, okay?"

Lindy looked at the goal in the distance and Juninho who was lying around, without answering, and directly helped out.

"Bang!"

"Wow, it's awesome. Look at the pigeon in the sky, it's so scared that all the hairs fall off." A sarcastic voice sounded again.

Lindy rolled her eyes and was a little annoyed, "Brother, just teach me, can you not be so silly?"

"You can't learn such a simple free kick, and you still blame me for being nagging?"

"Ha, that simple? Can't I learn it? Have you taught it?" Lindy was so angry that she came.

"Why didn't you teach me? How difficult is it to rub your foot arch? I haven't taught you the fallen leaf ball yet! You have to learn the most basic arc ball?" Juninho held his chest with his hands, looking relaxed.

Look.

Lin Di's mouth twitched when he heard this, and he remembered the later generations of teasing Qi Xuanzong as the head coach.

"Coach, the midfield cannot be beaten!"

Qi Xuanzong: "Do you know how to play football? Isn't it like this first, then that, and finally a Marseille maneuver will be over?"

After looking at Juninho, you are not bald!

Seeing Lindi's appearance, Juninho finally couldn't stand it, "Okay, okay, I'll demonstrate it again, you can see carefully."

In Lindi's eyes, Juninho, the virtual image, gradually became clearer.

A virtual football also appeared on the lawn.

I saw him take a deep breath, as if he was back on the court.

Running up, step on your left foot, and the whole person tilted slightly to the left.

Rub your right foot towards the lower right side of the football.

But Lindy discovered something different.

The moment Juninho completed his shot, his body suddenly leaned back.

This is?

In Lindy's eyes, the football flew into the goal through a beautiful crescent arc.

But the football has a clear parabola in the air.

Especially the fall in front of the door is even more strange.

"How did it do it?" Lindi asked unconsciously.

Juninho:???

“Aren’t I a demonstration?”

"What about the trick? Are there any key tips or something?"

"What trick, you can't finish rubbing?" Juninho looked like he couldn't understand.

Lindy was a little popular, "System, what the hell is this? Can it be done?"

After waiting for a long time, the system did not respond.

Lindi immediately showed a smile: "Hehehe, that senior, why did you lean back when you shot in the last moment?"

"Oh, you said that, because you want to give the football an initial lift, so that the football can reduce the rotational kinetic energy consumption caused by rising, so that it can have the rotational potential energy to fall at the end." Juninho said in

Explain the expression of 11=2.

Lindi then realized that although some people are very capable, they are not born to be suitable for coaching.

Tactical backwards?

Lindy, who finally got her skills, began to sweat on the small training ground at home.

Teo and Heldman on the side were responsible for sending balls and correcting their postures.

In the afternoon, Lindy received a call from Darglish.

"Waiting for me at the door!" There is only such a simple sentence.

Lindy, who was unknown, changed into casual clothes and saw Daglish dressed in black.

"Go and change your suit, it's all black."

Lindy seemed to have guessed something, nodded silently, turned around and went to change her clothes.

...

"Do you want to prepare for flowers?"

"No, everything is ready, in the back seat." Daglish's face was still very serious.

Lindy turned her head and took a look.

Well, the flowers are full, and even the trunk is probably full.

The two arrived at a cemetery first.

There were already two elderly people supporting each other, constantly telling something to the tombstone.

Daglish took Lindy over, and Gerald followed slowly behind.

"Oh~Woooooooooooooooooooooo Kenny, you're here~" the old woman hugged Darglish, bursting into tears.

The old man said hello to Lindy, Gerald turned to the tombstone, his eyes were filled with tears: "Baker, Gerald and Lindy are here to see you... Yes, I came to tell you a month ago, Lin

Di is already the 49th captain of Liverpool. Today, they come together..."

In this way, Lindy and Gerald accompanied Daglish to pay tribute to all the victims of that year.

At once

Just as Daglish attended all their funerals one by one.

"Brooke, did you see it? This is Gerald, and Lindy... They're here to see you..."

“Eller….”

...

"Andrew..." Lindy hugged Reed, the strong man who fought hard could no longer help at this moment.

His wife was also wiping tears on the side, and the two have not had children again so far.

The pain of losing his son made Reed immersed in work while running around to seek justice for his son.

"Rest in peace, it's dawn." Reed was about to say goodbye to his son.

But his wife called him.

In front of everyone, he took out a bag from the trunk of his car and slowly handed it to Reed.

"This is?"

"Since Andrew has rested in peace, I think all this should be over, and we still have a long future." As she spoke, she turned her head and wiped her tears, barely squeezing out a smile.

Reed seemed to have guessed something and opened the bag tremblingly.

"Dong!"

He fell to the ground all of a sudden, revealing a red corner of the bag.

That's

That was the Liverpool jersey he once wore.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at his wife incredibly, tears falling from the corners of his eyes without realizing it.

"Go, I know you love football deeply, Liverpool deeply, and I... love you too." She closed her eyes and raised her head slightly, trying not to shed tears.

"This...is this?"

Reed took out the Liverpool jersey that belonged to him tremblingly.

Everyone saw that there was a jersey that was obviously smaller under the dress.

Lindy stepped forward, "Is it OK?"

Reed nodded, Lindy picked up the dress and took out two sets of season tickets.

He glanced at Daglish and nodded.

Lindy placed the jersey on Andrew's tombstone.

And handed over a set of season tickets to Reed and lit another set in front of Andrew's grave, "Hello Andrew, I am Lindy, the 49th Liverpool captain, please continue to be in Anfield and cheer for us.

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Chapter completed!