Tang En looked down at her from above. Through the open collar of his pale yellow shirt, he could clearly see the Mariana Trench inside … "No, I think Evan must be busy with something. And I have my own things to do. Goodbye, Miss Babla. "Tang En waved and turned to leave.
His originally irritable mood became happy because he saw the other side of a "female robot" … No, she was not a robot.
Lucy tilted her head and looked at Tang En's back, deep in thought.
Kerslake, who was supervising the team's training on the sidelines, heard footsteps beside him. He thought it was a little strange, but he did not pay much attention to it. He just asked casually, "You're back so soon, Tony? Or did you forget something? Or are you suddenly afraid to see that Yankee? "
"Ahem, are you talking about me? Mr. Kerslake. "
"Wow!" Kerslake was shocked. He then realized that the person standing beside him was not Tony Twain, but the team's chairman, Evan Doughty, whom he had just called "Yankee."
The young chairman of the Forest team was dressed very casually. He wore a beige jacket over a navy blue sweater, light blue jeans, and white sneakers. He was completely different from his father, who always wore a suit and had his hair combed meticulously before appearing in front of people. He looked very spirited, but not like the chairman of a traditional British football club.
"M-Mr Chairman. You … Why are you here? "Kerslake stuttered. He had clearly heard him calling him an Yankee.
"I heard you beat Arsenal the day before yesterday, so I came over to congratulate you. Can't I? " Evan did not look into the other person's eyes like his father when he spoke. Instead, he looked around.
"Of course … But in fact, we only beat Arsenal's youth team. It's nothing …"
Evan coughed twice. "No matter what, we should be praised for the victory. Congratulations, Mr. Kerslake. You've done a good job. "He reached out and shook hands with the youth team's assistant manager, David Kerslake.
"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Chairman. But the main credit belongs to Mr. Twain. "
Evan nodded. "Where's Tony?"
"Eh? Didn't you meet him on your way here? "Kerslake thought it was strange. Evan was even more confused.
"Oh? I didn't see him, so does that mean he went to the First Team? "
"He has gone to see you, Mr. President."
"Ah …" Evan scratched his head. He came to look for Tang En, and Tang En went to look for him. The two of them actually missed each other on the way. He was so bored that he glanced at the field, but he was soon attracted by one person.
On the court, the players were training to "snatch the circle". Four or five people formed a small circle and passed the ball to each other. The requirement was that they could only touch the ball once. In the middle, a player would be in charge of snatching the ball. The person who snatched the ball could use any method other than fouling to intercept the football — as long as he touched the football, it counted. This kind of mini-game training was aimed at improving the players' proficiency in passing and catching the ball, as well as their tacit understanding. It also allowed them to practice quick, small-scale cooperation in situations that were close to the real situation of a game.
Because of his outstanding performance in Saturday's game, as a "reward," Kerslake arranged for Wood to always be the person who snatched the ball. If anyone's pass was touched by Wood, they did not have to enter the circle to participate in the snatch. Instead, they had to run a lap around the training field as punishment.
Evan did not know much about football. He naturally did not understand the meaning and purpose of this kind of training. But this did not stop him from paying attention to George Wood, who was snatching the ball in the circle. In just five minutes, he had already changed the positions of five people in the circle outside — all of them had been chased away by him to run. He was very fast, whether it was the speed of his turn, the speed of his dash, or the speed of his feet. Almost as soon as the football was passed over, he was already in front of the receiving player. Then, the teammate who was caught off guard panicked and allowed Wood to successfully intercept the ball.
"Amazing. He's really fast, and his movements are fierce! Like a hound familiar with the smell of football … "Evan sighed.
Kerslake followed his gaze and saw Wood. He smiled. "Are you talking about him? Mr. President. George Wood is a genius that Tony Twain discovered on the streets! A defensive genius! "
As he spoke, another person was sent out as a punishment. This person was Ross Gardner, who had the best passing skills in the team. Instead of running laps, he ran straight to Kerslake and complained, "Coach, this is not fair. The circle is too small. We haven't even received the ball, and we were already kicked out by that guy, Wood. "
"Do you have any good suggestions, Ross?" Kerslake did not criticize Gardner, who acted on his own. Instead, he asked in reply.
"Widen the circle, coach."
"How much?"
Gardner looked back at the others, who were forced into a fluster by Wood, and then said to Kerslake, "A radius of 15 meters."
"Oh no, this will not achieve the purpose of training you." Kerslake shook his head.
"But … coach." Gardner seemed to have something to say, but he did not dare to say it.
"Is there anything else, Ross?"
"Coach … Except for Wood, we all agree that your purpose is not to train our passing, but to train Wood's defense."
Kerslake finally could not help but laugh. These kids were quite smart. That's right, this was his idea. "All right, all right, expand the circle to a radius of 15 meters. But … you still have to run laps, Ross. "He winked at the disappointed Gardner.
Gardner bowed his head in frustration and went to accept his punishment. Evan, who heard their interesting conversation next to him, became even more interested in George Wood. So he stood and watched for about ten minutes.
After expanding the circle, the distance of the players' passes increased, but the success rate increased instead. Those who passed the ball were happy, but Wood suffered. He was exhausted in the middle, running from one side to the other, and finally could not keep up with the speed of the flying football. But he was not discouraged and continued to repeat the behavior of running back and forth.
On the sidelines, Kerslake shook his head as he watched. This kid still only knew how to run behind the ball with his physical fitness, but how could a person outrun a football that was passed back and forth by so many people? He bowed to Evan next to him and said, "Sorry, Mr. Chairman …" He pointed to the field.
Evan knew what he meant, so he nodded and said, "Go to work. I'm going back too. "
"Goodbye, Mr. Chairman. Maybe you can meet Tony on the way back. "
"Haha, I hope so too. Goodbye, Coach Kerslake. "
Evan looked at Kerslake, who blew the whistle to signal a pause in the training, and then strode up. He turned and left the training ground. When he walked a long distance away, he could still hear Kerslake's roar.
"Position! Position! How many times do I have to tell you, George Wood! Don't try to chase the football every time you see it. Judge your position and the opponent's position, and then decide your next move! "
Evan looked up at the bright clear sky, listened to the birds chirping and the energetic shouts of the players and coaches, and breathed in the fresh air with the fragrance of the earth. He suddenly had the urge to yell — This is the club that is going to belong to me, Evan Doughty!
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