Chapter 188

"It's very simple. Go aiming at the center of the ball and kick. When you hit, you need to lift your feet instantly, give the Cuju ball a downspin force, and accelerate the speed of the ball's rotation forward. At the same time, choose the appropriate kicking force based on the distance from the goal..." Wang Daxing said, while re-explaining it.

It seems that although God always stands on the opposite side of Wang Yang in major events like fate, he seems to give Old Master Wang a very good face in these idle affairs. Another elegant fallen leaf ball appeared, shocking the audience again.

The eyes of two Cuju masters looking at Wang Yang were really, both envious and jealous. There was no way, mainly because the strength was too far apart. These guys could play tricks, but when it comes to shooting, how could they compare to Wang Yang, a free kick master with far more strength than the Chinese national football team.

"Sir, you must teach me this at that time, okay?" Zhao Ji looked at Wang Yang with his eyes shining, as if he was about to kneel down and lick him when he was disagreeing.

"Of course there is no problem, but if you want to practice this move, you have to make a lot of effort..." Wang Yang enjoyed this admirable look and expression and said with a casual smile.

At this time, Boss Ling couldn't help but interrupt. "But now, since our Lingyun Club wants to compete with other Cuju clubs, we can only play according to the old rules."

Zhao Ji waved his hand with great enthusiasm. "It's okay, here, Zhao and the two brothers Zhao, Gao Xiude, Lao Tong and Lao Liang, and you Lao Ling, and Wushan Brothers, there are already eight people here. If you pick three or five people from this Lingyun Club, I think there should be no problem?"

"This is definitely no problem. There are still a few good players in our Lingyun Club, all of whom were disciples trained by Ling himself." Boss Ling naturally could not weaken his name and said, patting his chest.

"Okay, call people and let them try their footwork first." Zhao Yu touched his chin and expressed his opinion. After all, he is a veteran in the Cuju world. Naturally, he cannot let people easily get into this high-end, atmospheric and high-end team.

With Boss Ling's greeting, several strong men who had been named by him soon rushed over, and then began to perform their footwork one by one in front of this young master who was not rich and noble.

On this side, Old Driver Wang seemed a little melancholy, especially after seeing the high-rise "romantic eyes", his mood became less and less beautiful.

If you follow the Cuju competition of this era, you will use your habit of playing the goal of the new century that is two meters high and four meters wide and seven meters three meters wide. It is really not enough to play this kind of ancient goal called lewd.

However, Wang Yang is such a person. As a master in the world of show off, he has always relied on his strength to show off. Even in the field he is not good at, he can make others think that he is not good at it and just disdain.

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After Wang Yang recalled all the knowledge about Cuju that Zhao Ji had instilled in himself before, he was shocked to find that it seemed that there was nothing like Cuju except for the titles of captain and deputy captain.

There are neither forwards, midfielders, nor guards, and they are completely the kind of courts that are there. You can run whatever you want. Although in the hearts of those Cuju players, they also know where to run so that they can pick up teammates and receive Cuju balls, it is almost entirely based on experience.

The rules are also very simple. In addition to not using hands, there are also no fighting on the field. If you try to kick the ball into the opponent's goal, there seems to be no more rules to regulate.

There is neither offside nor out-of-bounds ball, and substitutions do not need to wait for the dead ball. In short, the rules are really outrageous.

No wonder Boss Ling kept sighing there that a team of good people would have to work together for at least three to five years to achieve results, and maybe seven to eight years to be perfect.

Think about the football teams and soldiers who are fighting in the future. As long as the coach is good enough, even if he is a group of couriers or dishwashers, he can still beat the Chinese national football team like a stray dog.

What does this mean? It means that the level of a coach is very important. Isn’t it the only excellent football coach with coaching experience in this era?

Well... I have watched a large number of videos of outstanding players, and have listened carefully to countless hindsight analysis and guidance on the game under various circumstances. I have also had practical experience, coached the community children's football team, and coached the six-person football team in the dormitory of Building 13, Building 9, and I am definitely qualified to take on this position.

On the other side, the members of the Lingyun Club who came to test their footwork were passing the ball and moving forward. It was very good. These guys mainly played on the ground and the transmission was relatively accurate. Unfortunately, the guy who kicked the ball in the end seemed to be not accurate enough, and he just hit the rope of the chrysanthemum-shaped goal and bounced back.

However, even so, it still received unanimous praise and applause from a group of Cuju masters such as Zhao Ji. After all, the chrysanthemum-shaped goal with a diameter of only one foot is not so easy to shoot in.

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Li Yu and others couldn't bear it, and they all ended up showing off their own specialties, flattering each other, while Coach Wang showed off his face as he was worried about the country and the people, squatting in a sheltered place.

"Brother Wang, why don't you go to play?" At this time, Li Qingzhao came to Wang Yang at some point and asked quietly. When Wang Yang looked up, he saw Li Qingzhao. Um... and the Chinese pastoral dog that was hit in the head by the Cuju ball just now.

"I'm thinking about how to tie the people of Lingyun Club and your brother into one rope to create a Cuju team that can sweep the entire Tokyo Bianliang, or even the entire Song Dynasty." Wang Yang yawned a big yawn and smiled at the cute and beautiful girl.

"Brother Wang, are you so bragging? You're also swept the Song Dynasty. Even if there are not a hundred clubs in Tokyo Bianliang City, there must be seventy or eighty ones. Can you play?" Although Li Qingzhao was not very interested in Cuju, she couldn't resist the three big men at home who are all fans of this sport, so naturally she was often brainwashed and popularized a lot of introductory knowledge and general situations about Cuju.

"Oh, you little girl, don't always look at things with a suspicious look, can you fool me like you?" What Wang Yang hates most is that some people say that this is not OK and that is not OK.

"Who is the little girl?" Li Qingzhao glared at this guy with annoyance. Even though he had forgiven him, he always had a knot in his heart. Especially after this guy knew that his zodiac sign was a rabbit, Li Qingzhao always felt that this guy looked at him strangely.
Chapter completed!