Perret was browsing the Internet when he suddenly thought of Mo Yang. He remembered that this little guy seemed to be starting today, so he searched for the match between Middlesbrough and Leeds United.
【Yang is back from injury and in the same condition as before!】
[Two passes and one shot, the Chinese sun shines on the riverside stadium!]
[Yang! A talented midfielder who belongs to the English Championship!]
【A super arc unique to Yang!】
[Bamford returned to form and scored twice!]
[Leeds United beat Middlesbrough 4-0!]
【……】
"Ha ha!……"
Seeing these laudatory news headlines, Perret laughed loudly and felt more and more that he had picked up a dusty pearl.
"The bloody stadium, the ferocious face!"
At this moment, a sensational headline appeared in Pere's sight, which scared Pere's hands to shake.
"Oh! Damn it!"
Pere quickly clicked on the webpage, and as soon as he entered, he saw a face covered in blood. Pere was so frightened that his heart beat faster and he cursed loudly.
At this moment, Suarez and Messi walked in, talking and laughing.
"Perret, what happened?" Suarez walked up to Perret with a smile, and then saw Mo Yang's blood-stained face on the computer.
"Oh! This little guy is injured again!" Suarez exclaimed, causing Messi to look over.
Suarez pointed at Mo Yang in the picture and smiled: "Leo, he is the little guy I told you last time. In Gerrard's game, he made me feel like I was playing with Xavi.
What an amazing midfielder!"
"Really?" Messi smiled politely, but he didn't care in his heart, but he also knew that Suarez wouldn't lie. This little guy must be very good.
…
"Ding!"
"Mission completed: Successfully defeated the provocateur in the game, rewarded with skill point +1"
After Mo Yang returned to the dormitory with the team, he opened the character attribute panel and added the 1 skill point he received directly to his body.
After adding points, Mo Yang was about to close the character panel, but suddenly found that the shot had increased by 3 points for no reason, and he was stunned.
After being ecstatic, Mo Yang thought for a long time and vaguely felt that it had something to do with his own passing skills at the corner kick. To put it bluntly, he had an epiphany.
After taking the corner kick, he vaguely felt that it seemed that shooting didn't necessarily require a lot of force, and sometimes cleverness could achieve good results.
His current shooting is prone to all kinds of low-level mistakes once the force is too strong. Unless he adds some points, he can only rely on practicing and accumulating experience over time. There is no shortcut.
I checked the system mall and it was the same as before, with almost 60,000 more emotion points.
"Enter the player space!"
Turning off the system interface, Mo Yang silently thought about a victory, closed his eyes, and fell asleep instantly!
Entering the player space, Mo Yang clicked on the shooting option, selected Klopp as the defensive player, and then appeared on the court.
Mo Yang directly dribbled the ball towards the goal, and the virtual Klopp immediately stepped forward to defend.
The penalty area was to the right, and Mo Yang knocked the ball sideways to the left and right to shake Klopp. Although he didn't move completely away, there was a gap for shooting.
Before Klopp stretched out his foot to grab the ball, Mo Yang directly used his left foot to shoot into the upper left corner of the goal.
The ball had a large arc and a good angle, but it had no power and looked light. The goalkeeper who was automatically selected in space quickly moved over and easily picked the ball off with one hand.
"The power is still not enough!"
He used a long pass for this ball, which was the maximum force he could control.
There is nothing you can do, just keep practicing hard, you won’t be able to master it even if you practice shooting 1.8 million times.
At six o'clock in the morning the next day, Mo Yang was woken up by his biological clock on time. Although he had practiced in the player space all night, Mo Yang was in high spirits. He liked the function of the player space more and more, taking into account both sleep and training. It was great!
Mo Yang did nothing else at the training ground. He just sent the ball into the goal one kick after another. He was kicking the ball more and more vigorously. He was having fun and didn't feel bored at all.
After practicing for more than two hours, Mo Yang immediately changed the battlefield and rushed to the gym after eating breakfast.
Bielsa and Frank saw Mo Yang coming and going in a hurry in the restaurant, and they didn't notice Mo Yang who was also in the restaurant. Both of them had strange expressions on their faces.
"Marcelo!" Frank hesitated, "Should we find a psychiatrist for Yang? He looks as crazy as you at work!"
"Ha ha!"
Bielsa laughed heartily and shook his head, "That's not necessary. Although Yang does not look like an adolescent kid, I know what's going on with him!"
The reason why Bielsa likes Mo Yang so much is that from a certain point of view, he and Mo Yang are the same kind of people. Because of their love and focus, they often ignore some things around them, so he understands Mo Yang very well.
"How are the new tactics?" Frank changed the subject and asked about Bielsa's new plan.
Bielsa looked sad when he mentioned this, and said with a wry smile: "If the 433 formation is based on it, except for Yang, Phillips and Bamford, it will probably take a long time for other players to adapt!
"I'm still making changes, and I have some ideas for now. I'll try it out tomorrow!"
On the other side, as soon as Mo Yang arrived at the gym, the phone in his pocket rang.
It was a call from home. After Mo Xiangdong and Zheng Lili watched last night's game, they saw Mo Yang's face covered in blood, which made them worried.
I stayed up all night and waited for Moyang to call in the morning.
Mo Yang comforted him for a long time, saying that he just had a simple crack on his cheekbone, and then the couple hung up the phone with peace of mind.
After resting for half an hour, Mo Yang started to warm up and then started strength training.
Asensio's strength training advice to Mo Yang is to only exercise core strength muscles.
Daily training adopts the method of "core area strength + flexibility", which improves flexibility by linking the elasticity of connective tissues such as tendons and ligaments in the core area. At the same time, strength is also increased, complementing each other and achieving better results.
Mo Yang has been exercising like this these days, but he still feels it's not working well.
After all, Asensio does not belong to him personally. Sometimes he can't find anyone at all. He feels that he still has to hire a personal trainer.
In this way, his body can be monitored at any time and the training plan can be adjusted in time according to changes in his body.
As for salary, his current weekly salary of 20,000 yuan should be enough to support him.
"Ding ding ding!" Just a few minutes into practice, the phone suddenly rang.
"Yang, where are you!" Pere's voice came from the microphone.
"I'm at the gym! Are you back?" Mo Yang was worried about where to find a personal trainer. Now that he was ready, he just wanted to ask Pere.
"Damn it! Can't you be a little lazy?" Pere's tone on the other end of the phone was a bit reproachful, and he hung up the phone.
A few minutes later, Pere arrived at the gym and saw Mo Yang, who was so focused that he didn't even notice he walked in, with a look of helplessness on his face.
Perret has been on the road from player to agent for more than ten years, but he has never seen a player like Mo Yang.
This kid seems to have no personal life of his own at all. During the holidays, he is training. He does extra training during normal training, even when he is injured.
Anyway, as long as he appears in your sight, he is either training or on the way to training.
Perret was pleased and a little distressed at the same time. At the same time, he was more confident in Mo Yang's future. If such a player fails, God will be blind.
Pere waited silently beside him. After a while, Mo Yang stopped after finishing a set of hanging curls.
Pere silently handed over the towel in his hand and suddenly said: "Yang, I will be stationed in England from now on. I have found a house for you. You can leave here and move out today."
"Ouch!" Mo Yang was startled, then he took the towel to wipe his sweat and said with a smile: "Moving today? Are you too anxious?"
"Also, why do you want to stay in England?" Mo Yang asked again.
"Louis has nothing to do with my help. From now on, my focus will shift to England!" Perey didn't say clearly. I'm not worried about you. I'm going to scare him every three days. I'd better keep an eye on him.
Okay, otherwise I can't afford to be hurt.
At noon, Mo Yang told Bielsa and moved out of the training base.
Mo Yang didn't have any luggage, just an old black schoolbag that had been washed white and a peeled football. He could just put the schoolbag on his back and leave. Of course, he didn't forget to take away the brand new computer given by Phillips and the others.
The house Perret found for him was not far from the training base, less than five kilometers away, and it was in a luxurious villa community.
The house is not big, with only two floors and eight bedrooms on the upper and lower floors. Moyang chose the room on the first floor because it would save time and make Pere dumbfounded.
What pleased Mo Yang the most was that although this small villa was not large, it had a small football field just like his villa in Liverpool.
In this way, after training every day, if he is violently chased away by a bald man with a stick during extra training at the base, he can continue to practice more when he comes back, which is perfect!
…
In London, after Wei Bowen separated from his son, he rushed back to the hotel overnight and stayed up late to finish the manuscript.
There are not only reports on Mo Yang from the English media, but also analysis written by him himself.
In addition, I also found a lot of video highlights of Mo Yang's games, put them together into a compressed package, and sent them directly to the email address of his old friend Fan Tong.
Also sent out was a one-month assignment application.
The email was sent, but Wei Bowen didn't feel sleepy at all. Instead, he became more and more excited and couldn't sleep at all.
That night, the more he got to know Mo Yang, the more frightened he became. From surprise at first, to shock, especially the resume that made him laugh or cry.
Moreover, he never expected that Mo Yang was already a graduated college student from a world-famous university like Imperial College London. What was even more outrageous was that he graduated a year early. He was so outstanding that it was unbelievable.
He had a hunch that many people would not believe this report when he sent it back.
He didn't quite believe it at first, but after checking the Imperial College website in person, Mo Yang really did graduate in linguistics.