Chapter 39 Preparing for the Second Round of the Champions League Group Stage

The latest website: In a teaching match, Yi Le didn't take it seriously at all. As usual, he was more telling the young players how to move and how to pass the ball.

On the other hand, Wei Shihao was always dangling in front of him, as if he wanted to live up to himself.

Yi Le couldn't laugh or cry, this guy was too petty.

Wei Shihao was a little depressed, he wanted to challenge Yi Le, but the other party didn't give him a chance at all.

Yi Le didn't hold the ball at all, which made Wei Shihao a little uncomfortable.

After the whole teaching session, the young players benefited a lot. With the help of Yi Le, they learned a lot about the choice of running positions and passing routes.

When Yi Le left, the little ones kept waving goodbye.

Wei Shihao stared at Yi Le's back with some depression.

At this time, Coach Fang came over and scolded with a smile: "You troublemaker, I asked you to teach the young players how to play football, not to challenge Yi Le."

Wei Shihao shrank his neck, and said with some trepidation, "I just want to try."

"Try what? Are you two at the same level? He is the absolute core of the five major leagues and the Champions League seeded team. You are still playing in the Portuguese League, and you can't make it to the Portuguese Super League. Can he treat you as an opponent?"

Wei Shihao was immediately dissatisfied and said: "Old man Fang, I'm not happy with what you said, you wait until I play in the Portuguese Super League."

"That's it!"

"Then shall I go to the headquarters of the five major leagues?!"

"Is that what you want to go?"

"You wait, wait until I go to the five major leagues, I will call you specially!"

"I'm asking you to go!" Coach Fang watched Wei Shihao leave with a smile, and said with a light smile, "This temper...is okay!"

Wen Hua, the leader of the study abroad team, came over. He glanced at the direction Wei Shihao left, and said worriedly: "His temper..."

"It's not a bad thing!" Coach Fang said with a smile: "Having a temper means that this kid still has self-esteem and a belief in climbing up. What we are most afraid of is a group of lifeless young players.

"

Wen Hua raised his eyebrows and said, "You didn't call Yi Le here for the youth players, did you? Is it for Xiao Wei?"

Coach Fang said with a smile: "Xiao Wei needs someone to stimulate him. This kid is a pig. He is lazy, but he has a bad temper. He needs to be stimulated constantly."

"Then you are not afraid that he will grow crooked and become a ball bully?"

"A ball bully is better than a wimp!"

 …

Wei Shihao returned to the dormitory. His roommate was also an overseas player named Huang Wei.

Seeing Wei Shihao walking in, Huang Wei hurried over and said excitedly: "How is it? How is it? See you?"

Wei Shihao nodded.

"What's it like playing with such a big name?"

"I don't feel anything!"

"Why don't you feel anything?" Huang Wei said.

Wei Shihao shrugged; "It's not a formal competition, and people don't take me seriously at all."

"I heard from Uncle Fan last time that Yi Le is easy to get along with!"

"I mean he didn't talk to me at all, I thought about him and I just stood there and didn't move!"

"Hey! When I mention the Champions League group match tomorrow, can I be more serious with you?"

"That's why I'm angry."

Huang Wei said with a funny face: "Why are you angry?"

Wei Shihao rolled his eyes and said: "It's useless to be angry! We are the same age as him. He plays the Champions League and is the core of the seeded team. We are still playing in the Portuguese League here, and we can't even play in the Portuguese Super League."

"It's incomparable." Huang Wei waved his hand.

Wei Shihao's eyes widened and he said, "Why can't they compare? I don't believe they have the same legs and the same Chinese people."

While talking, Wei Shihao began to change his clothes.

"What are you doing?" Huang Wei asked.

"Training!" Wei Shihao pointed to his body, and said: "I saw Yi Le's body today, the muscle strength... Tsk tsk, no wonder I can stand firm in the core position in the fiercely confrontational Premier League, and I can't relax. Physical fitness I have to come up, can't keep up with the game, can't the body keep up?"

Huang Wei watched Wei Shihao leaving excitedly, and couldn't help shouting: "Are you going to watch the game tomorrow? I bought two tickets!"

"Go! Must go!"

On the other hand, Yi Le didn't know that he had irritated a peer enough.

At this time, a tactical training session is in progress.

It is mainly Boas who will formulate the tactics for tomorrow's game.

Boas's tactical training sessions are very vivid, he always dances and gives vivid explanations.

For this tactical explanation, he used Tottenham as a template.

"Guys, in this game, we don't need to care too much about Porto. Believe me, I know this team very well!"

"Their skills and tactics are terrible, and we don't have to be afraid of them at all in this respect."

"So the next game, we'll play our rhythm."

"What's our rhythm?"

Boas' tactics class always likes to ask questions, allowing the players to think for themselves.

Sun Xingmin raised his hand and said, "Pass control?"

Ali added: "Fighting press!"

"No, our rhythm is..." Boas pointed to Yi Le and said, "Pass the ball to Yi Le!"

"This is the most basic condition. Kanter will become the umbrella of the midfielder. Alderweireld is standing behind Kanter. We don't have to be afraid of their offense. Their offense cannot be played. Why? Because their midfielder is blocked. suppress."

"Pour the ball! Pour the ball! Pour the ball! See the gap? OK...any of you can just send the ball to the gap, let Zlatan, let Sun chase the ball, what we have to do is keep going Put the pressure on them, let them play scrambled, and then the victory will be ours."

"Can't see the space? Yi will retreat, Sun and Ali will retreat. We retreat, what will happen to their defense?"

"Go forward! As long as they don't have a bus, they will definitely go forward. At this time, Yi will tell you how to create gaps, just like the game against Stoke City."

"So in this game, we can't be anxious, guys, our hard power is better than them, and they are the ones who are anxious."

"We just have to play at our own pace and it will be easy to win!"

"We need to win this game, win the next two games and advance to the top of the group. Our battle is not here. After entering the knockout rounds, those strong teams will suffocate them."

"Barcelona! Real Madrid! Bayern Munich! Paris Saint-Germain! Arsenal! Manchester City etc...these are our opponents!"

"Confidence! Give yourself enough confidence! Believe in your teammates, believe in yourself! We are very strong!"

Under the encouragement of Boas, everyone applauded and cheered:

"That's right! We are strong!"

"Let the horse come here!"

"Fuck them!"

"Conquer the Dragon Stadium!"

"GOGOGO!"

The morale of the Tottenham players was boosted.

Boas watched the scene with satisfaction, and then sent everyone back to the hotel to rest.

Moreover, Boas ordered everyone to go to bed at 9 o'clock in the evening. At that time, he will make rounds. If anyone does not sleep, he will not be included in the starting list for the next day.

Under the threat of Boas, Tottenham players fell asleep early.

Nothing to say all night.

 …

The next day, before the start of the game, Tottenham came to the Dragon Stadium to step on the field and conduct simple training.

The official game will start in the afternoon.

The sun is high, and Porto, a seaport city, has a rare good weather.

Catering to the scorching sun, at 2 pm, the second round of the 2016/2017 UEFA Champions League group stage, Porto VS Tottenham Hotspur, is about to kick off.