The four of them played until five o'clock in the afternoon and then broke up, but before the show ended, Bai Lele built a "I'm a rookie" chicken group. Chen He immediately brought in Lu Han who was on the set, and officially formed the group.
Chicken-eating fivesome.
"Pere, do you want to eat the egg fried rice?"
Mo Yang rubbed his eyes and walked out of the room, asking Pere who was watching TV in the living room.
"What?" Perey blinked, and unexpectedly said "Trump". This guy has been learning Chinese recently, but he obviously has a tendency to be misled by Reid.
"..." Mo Yang twitched the corner of his mouth, ignored this guy, went directly to the kitchen to cook rice in the rice cooker, and then carried the football to the small stadium.
Two hours later, Mo Yang returned to the house sweating profusely, washed up and started frying rice.
"Wow! Amazing Chinese cooking skills!" Perret stood aside and exclaimed repeatedly when he saw Mo Yang shaking his spoon, like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.
After a while, two plates of colorful and fragrant egg fried rice were served to the table.
Pere, who had moved his index finger a long time ago, took a big mouthful and squinted his eyes while eating. Mo Yang also nodded while eating.
He usually doesn't eat such greasy things, but he's not a pervert. It's okay to eat it once in a while. He doesn't think it's an excuse to indulge.
As long as a normal person has appetite, the difference is that some people can control it, while others will use various excuses to indulge themselves.
"Pere! Can you help me find a personal trainer?" While eating, Mo Yang suddenly said.
Pere was stunned for a moment, picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, and said, "Tell me your request!"
Mo Yang thought for a moment and said seriously: "It's best if he can give me advice on diet, strength training and flexibility training. If he can also give me advice on medicine, psychology, etc., that's even better. It doesn't matter if it's more expensive!"
"Yang!" Pere looked at Mo Yang as if he were an idiot, "I guess there might be a personal trainer like the one you mentioned in the hands of God in heaven!"
"Hehe!" Mo Yang scratched his head and smiled. He also found that the request seemed a bit outrageous.
Perret rolled his eyes at Mo Yang angrily and said: "That's a personal coaching team you're talking about. Cristiano and Messi have hired this kind of team. Are you sure you want it? Are you sure your meager
Is the salary enough?”
"Uh!" Mo Yang was stabbed in the heart. It hurt!
He always thought that a weekly salary of 20,000 pounds was a lot, but it turned out that in Perey's eyes, it was only "meager"!
Seeing Mo Yang's dumbfounded look, Pere shook his head and said, "Okay, leave it to me!"
"As soon as possible!" Mo Yang said weakly.
Ever since he got the S-level flexibility talent, Mo Yang has become more eager to train with strength. For him, every second that passes is a waste.
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"Patrick! What are you doing? Don't you understand how to create space by crossing positions? Damn it, do you want me to go up and teach you in person?"
"And you, Hernandez! What are you doing running in front of Yang! Are you taking a bullet for him? Damn it! Go forward! Drive the defenders!"
"Phillips! Pay attention to the gap in the backcourt! Fill it up in time! Leave me in a daze again! I will let you cool down on the bench and pipe the water dispenser, believe it or not!"
"And Yang! Show me your fancy skills again! After training, believe it or not, I will break your legs!!"
“What the hell!!!”
At the Leeds United training base, dark clouds were hanging low in the training ground today, and Bielsa's air pressure was also very low. An ordinary training match within the team somehow made the usually gentle old man go crazy. He was quite bald anyway!
Throughout the morning, almost every Leeds United player was sprayed. Even Mo Yang, a treasure that Bielsa usually holds in his hands for fear of falling and holds in his mouth for fear of melting, was no exception.
"Whirring whirring!"
"Yang! Has the old man's madness recurred?"
During the break, Bamford collapsed directly in front of the goal, panting like an ox.
"Stop talking!" Mo Yang held his knees, panting violently, and his legs were trembling.
"Ugh! No, I'll vomit for a while first!" Phillips turned pale and vomited.
The first half of this match was only over, and his physical strength was gone. Bielsa was very abnormal today. After giving them simple tactical requirements before the game, he asked them to play a completely unfamiliar 433 formation.
The most critical thing is that this 433 formation requires too many running and cross-position changes, and they also have to perform high-pressure pressing in the frontcourt. There is no idle moment, so they almost ran out in just half a game.
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Dallas and Ayling at the full back position are even worse. They are required to constantly provide assists, and the defense must come back immediately. Now they are on their knees.
"well!"
On the sidelines, Bielsa sighed. These were just some simple tactical arrangements he picked out from the new tactical system. These little guys couldn't stand it. If they were officially implemented, they would all collapse.
"Marcelo, give up!" Frank walked over with a sullen face holding the booklet and handed it to Bielsa. "Except for Yang, everyone else's data is appalling!"
Bielsa took it and looked at it carefully. His face became darker and darker as he looked at it, and he became more and more unwilling to accept it.
The current set of 4231 is actually not the most ideal attacking lineup in his mind.
At this time, Bielsa felt a sense of frustration in his heart that he had the amazing dragon-slaying skills, but there is no longer a dragon in the world.
But this is the limitation of small clubs. Even if the coach has the best tactics, without excellent players to execute them, three plus two minus five equals zero.
When he thought that Mo Yang would probably leave Leeds United at the end of this season, Bielsa's heart ached with pain and he really wanted to leave.
With Mo Yang this season, it will not be difficult to get promoted to the Premier League. Bielsa's goal is not just to win the English Championship, he has a big heart.
Not only does he want to win the English Championship, he also wants to win the FA Cup and the EFL Cup... Well! They were eliminated.
If promoted, he also wants the Premier League title and the Europa League title.
As for the Champions League, he can just cover himself with a quilt and have fun at night, as he is afraid that thinking too much will ruin his life.
This tactical system based on 433 is what he prepared for the strong Premier League teams in the FA Cup and after they are promoted to the Premier League in the future.
But today, except for Mo Yang, the performance of everyone else in the front, middle and backcourt made him very disappointed.
This is no longer a question of adaptability, but a question of lack of ability. If you want to use this tactic, unless Leeds United undergoes a large-scale replacement.
But the club obviously won't let him do this. Now he is really envious of Klopp, who has proven himself in the five major leagues.
After nearly an hour's rest, the second half of the match began.
"Huh!!!"
Soon, Bielsa discovered that Moyang's running range had increased. He could be seen everywhere from the backcourt to the midfield and frontcourt, and even on both wings.
Moreover, driven by Mo Yang's tandem, the running of others seemed less disjointed and much smoother.
"Crack!"
"I bought it!"
"Oh my God! Yang is actually using the ball to direct his teammates' movements!" Frank dropped the folder in his hand and his eyes were so startled that he almost stared out of his head, "Marcelo, are you, are you following the body?"
Tell me, did you tell me about your new tactics?"
"What a sensitive tactical awareness!!" After Bielsa carefully observed Mo Yang, his expression changed from confusion to shock.
He discovered another talent of Mo Yang, that is, Mo Yang's tactical awareness is very sensitive.
Football tactical awareness is the prerequisite for developing skills and the soul of controlling the game.
It includes offensive awareness, defensive awareness, and offensive-defensive transition awareness. It is expressed through players' personal cognition such as observation, perception, memory, imagination, thinking, judgment, and choice. Most players need a lot of game time to form tactical awareness.
This is a process of accumulation of experience.
What Mo Yang does now is to rely on his huge court vision to choose the best passing point from the ABCD points he has screened out, or cooperate with it, or pass the ball with a small amount of advance, using this
Way to drive teammates to run.
"Belsa, it seems like your new tactics are working!" Frank was extremely excited.
"It still doesn't work!" Bielsa smiled bitterly, "You can't play like this, otherwise Yang will be exhausted on the court. His physical fitness is far from being able to support such a high-intensity running range. And don't forget this
It’s just a competition!”
Bielsa saw clearly that Mo Yang must have understood his tactical arrangements, so he connected every player on the field, and then passed the ball to guide his teammates to move. Although it looked okay, it couldn't play a real game.
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After watching in silence for nearly ten minutes, Bielsa suddenly stopped the game, announced that the morning training was over, and then returned to the office with a straight face.
There was nothing he could do. If he kept watching, he felt that he would hit others. No matter how good Mo Yang's performance was on the court, how bad the performance of others would be.
And the better Mo Yang performed, the more his heart ached. It was so heartbreaking that such a talented player was destined not to belong to him.
However, through Mo Yang's performance just now, he already has some new ideas, which may have unexpected effects.
If it happens, Leeds United may be a nightmare for all teams in the English Championship.
"vomit!"
"Ugh! Ugh!..."
After Bielsa left, he vomited repeatedly on the training ground, and Mo Yang also ran away and vomited!
"God, I finally survived!" Cooper lay on his back in front of the goal, feebly crossing himself on his chest, looking like he was surviving the disaster.
"Yang! I beg you, can you slow down your offensive pace in the future? Damn it, I failed to keep up several times just now. I even started to wonder if I can't play football anymore!" Ailin Chaomo
Yang complained.
"But this offensive rhythm is so damn exciting!" Bamford just scored three goals, and now he has an afterthought on his face.
"Fuck Squid! Patrick!" Dallas, who was almost vomiting bile, raised a finger and said viciously.
"Yang! In the future internal competitions, can you be more accommodating? Our substitute team was almost knocked unconscious by your wave after wave of attacking rhythm just now!" Wood expressed his bitterness, "Is this the old man's new tactic?
"
Mo Yang just smiled and had no strength to speak. He tried his best, but he could see that the effect was not good. What Wood and the others saw was just the appearance.