As soon as Mo Yang, Li Ming and two bodyguards took their luggage and walked out of the airport pick-up gate, they were immediately surrounded by a group of reporters with guns blazing and flashing lights that made him unable to open his eyes.
"Mo Yang, first of all, congratulations on defeating Real Madrid for winning the Champions League. What do you think of the national team's prospects in the World Cup?"
Before Mo Yang could react, a microphone came directly over him, almost hitting his face and making him startled.
It took Mo Yang a while to get used to the flash, and when he looked around, he saw that there was a huge crowd of people. In addition to dozens of reporters, there were hundreds of fans raising their hands in the air and calling his name.
They all saw Mo Yang's explosive state and were delighted in their hearts.
These fans feel that as long as Mo Yang brings the club's hot state back to the national team, he might really be able to achieve a zero breakthrough in the Russian World Cup. Even if he is only half of the state, it will be a powerful buff for the weak Chinese team.
become.
Now Mo Yang knew why Pere forced two temporary bodyguards on him, which was indeed a bit scary.
It turned out that before he knew it, his popularity in the country had reached this point, and Mo Yang realized it in hindsight.
Two bodyguards in casual suits, standing 1.9 meters tall and as strong as bears saw this scene and directly stuck to both sides of Mo Yang. They raised their hands to block the reporters who were about to come.
"We will do our best!"
"Sorry, I just came back and I don't know the national team's tactics yet. Even if I know, I can't tell you!"
"Haha!" the crowd roared with laughter.
"..."
Not long after, the pick-up personnel sent by the national team pushed their way to the front of the crowd and picked up Mo Yang and his group.
"Hey! Good guy, who is this? Such a grand event!"
"It seems to be Mo Yang?"
"Just the basketball one?"
"Wow! You win! I'm willing to accept the defeat!"
"..."
This lively scene attracted many passers-by to stop and watch, wondering which public figure this was.
Among them were Lin Gengxin and Chen He, who had also just gotten off the plane.
"What a dog! We two brothers are so weak!" Chen Hele sighed with emotion.
"Nonsense!" Lin Gengxin was also happy, "I have almost 200 million fans on Instagram and Weibo combined. Is this even comparable? At that time, I was the only one in Asian football!"
"..."
More than two hours later, Mo Yang arrived at the national team's training base in the capital.
We found our dormitory under the guidance of the staff.
"Yo! You're back! The little virgin who just fucked you!"
As soon as Mo Yang walked into the dormitory, Bai Lele, who was lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone, turned over and sat up with a teasing smile on his face.
"This is a sick sentence!" Mo Yang glared at this guy.
Ever since that incident came to light, every time I chatted with this guy, the topics were pornographic and violent.
At the same time, Li Tie knocked on Lippi's office.
"Ahem..."
When Li Tie walked into the room, he was immediately choked by the strong smell of cigar smoke and coughed repeatedly. He frowned and raised his hand to fan himself.
"Has the sun arrived yet?" Lippi, who was writing and drawing at the table, looked up, his dark and rosy face full of sadness.
"We're here!" Li Tie smiled.
Seeing the sad look on Lippi's eyebrows, Li Tie smiled and said: "Sir, Yang is actually very good at the goalkeeper position!"
"Haha!" Lippi was also happy when he heard Li Tie's joke.
To be honest, Lippi felt thunderous in his heart when he saw Mo Yang playing goalkeeper in the game. However, he did not expect that Mo Yang was still outstanding, which made him feel extremely magical and unbelievable.
"You haven't decided yet?" After laughing a few times, Li Tie glanced at the extremely messy tactical board on the table.
"Focus on defensive counterattacks!"
After hearing this, Lippi looked down at the messy red foam on the table. After a while, he lit another cigar and puffed out smoke.
"It's also a good idea!" Li Tie smiled helplessly, "There are many teams that use defensive counterattack tactics in every World Cup, and their results are pretty good."
Li Tie knew what Lippi was thinking. Although he was a little helpless, his mentality was actually relatively relaxed.
Because by successfully entering this year's World Cup, they have achieved their goal ahead of schedule, and every step forward will be a zero breakthrough.
"I know! But I need to ask Yang for his opinion. I hope he won't object!" Lippi thought for a moment and said.
"Do you need me to call him here now?" Li Tie looked at Lippi.
"No, let Yang rest! I'll talk to him tomorrow!" Lippi shook his head and continued to smoke.
"Okay! I'll go back first, sir, and you should go to bed early!"
"Good night!"
After Li Tie left, Lippi fell into a daze again.
During this period, Lippi has been thinking about how to make the team go further in the World Cup in Russia.
He thought of many good tactics, but every time he put the players in his hands into the tactics, he found that he might not be able to achieve the effect he wanted, so he was forced to keep deleting some tactical routines.
But in this way, there is a lack of change, which is not only very easy for opponents to target, but also deviates from the original intention of designing this tactical system.
Of course, this does not mean that the players are poor in ability, but it is a problem caused by the huge differences in the concepts of Eastern and Western football youth training.
Except for Mo Yang, Bai Lele and Wu Lei, no one else in the team has been exposed to certain tactics since they were young.
So what Lippi feels now is that he has a space battleship in his hands, but on board the battleship is a group of crew members who have only flown fighter jets. There is no way to fly Mo Yang's space battleship.
At 6 a.m. the next day, Mo Yang, who was lying on the bed in the dormitory, opened his eyes on time.
After washing and dressing up, he glanced at Bai Lele, who was groaning and sleeping like a dead pig on the bed next to him. Mo Yang knew that he couldn't wake up a pig pretending to sleep, so he walked out of the dormitory directly holding his forehead.
"You got up quite early!"
"Jet lag, I didn't sleep at all! Can't I be early?"
When they went downstairs, they saw Li Ming, who was dressed in sportswear but a little listless, already waiting. The two went directly to the gym.
Mo Yang was actually a little hesitant about bringing Li Ming into the team this time. He felt it was a bit inappropriate and was afraid of what others would say.
After all, so many players are alone, why would he bring a personal trainer?
Although he doesn't want to be special, he really can't do without this guy Li Ming.
Mo Yang needs Li Ming, who fully understands his physical condition, to help him maintain his competitive state that has not fallen off during the holidays and the World Cup, at least to maintain most of it.
As soon as the results were mentioned, the team immediately agreed and gave Li Ming the status of a temporary assistant coach, but there was a small request.
It’s about whether Li Ming can help other players train in his spare time.
So the two sides hit it off immediately.
"Get down here, mother-in-law!"
An hour later, while Li Ming was drinking water, he turned around and saw Mo Yang lying on the leg-pressing machine, and he immediately yelled at her.
"You didn't listen at all to what I said a few days ago, right?"
"What is the state of your body that you have no idea about?"
"The thigh muscles and core muscles are all in a state of overdraft. You have to strain or tear to be happy, right?!"
Li Ming glared angrily, scolding Moyang as if he were scolding his grandson.
"Hey!" Mo Yang got off the leg-pressing machine with an awkward smile on his face, "Don't I feel that my body has not completely warmed up yet? Ten minutes, just ten minutes, it will be fine, trust me!"
"You're shopping for groceries!" Li Ming, dumbfounded, raised his hand and pointed directly at the outdoor court, "Go to the court and practice your game!"
Li Ming was full of helplessness. This guy is good at everything, but he gets easily distracted as soon as he enters the gym and will cause trouble for you if you are not paying attention.
After the season ended a few days ago, Li Ming participated in Mo Yang's physical examination at the Liverpool Club, so he knows exactly what Mo Yang's physical condition is. What he needs now is adequate rest.
This scene was seen by Wu Lei and Zheng Zhi, who had just arrived at the gym together, and they both looked at Li Ming in surprise.
Good guy, you train your boss like a grandson, you are so fat and courageous.
Mo Yang smiled and said hello to Zheng Zhiwulei, and left immediately.