. "Hey, brother, have you heard about it? The club has hired a new football director." Kristof_d'hollander said mysteriously.

"Who did you hear?" asked brother Frederik_d'hollander.

"Hehe, I can't tell you." Christopher smiled.

"Do you know who that football director is?" Frederick asked again.

"I don't know much about this. I only heard that it is called Carl Barrier. The name seems to be very familiar, but I can't remember where I have seen it." The younger brother who played in the defender scratched his head.

"Balier? Carl_Balier. You pig!" The brother trembled at the back of his brother's head. "Balier is my idol."

"Isn't your idol Van Basten?" the younger brother asked strangely, touching the back of his head.

"Not one of the most outstanding forward players in Valleheim in the 1960s. Unfortunately, he retired due to a foot injury, and no one has ever known where he is." Frederick said clearly.

"It turned out to be him. Oh my God, why are you so familiar?" Christopher suddenly realized. "Brother, I also heard that a new coach was an Asian, and he was said to be from China."

"Oh? Your news is really good. How much benefit did you give the doorman Pete?"

"A ticket..." Christopher suddenly said, covering his mouth.

"I guessed it, it's true." Frederick grabbed his brother's neck and shook it hard a few times.

"I was wrong...stop..." Christopher raised his hand to surrender.

"No, you did it right, haha." The brother stopped and said.

"Ahem, then you'll pinch me."

"This ticket is worth it, haha. Go quickly, don't be late for training." The two brothers walked shoulder to shoulder toward the training ground.

Dimitri_wellens (dimitri_wellens) came to the training ground half an hour in advance as usual. As the young captain of the team, he had to practice half an hour before training every day. "Diligence can make up for weakness, and divineness rewards hard work." Although he didn't know that there were such idioms in China to describe him, he knew that "the early birds eat insects" (Siwei: theearly birds eat insects). But when he brought the ball to the training ground, he found that there was a person who came earlier than him.

A man wearing a dark blue sportswear with yellow skin and dark hair was placing the training equipment on the field at a distance of 0.5 meters.

"Ash." Master Yang stood up and identified the person in front of him.

"Good morning." Whelens put down his bag with sneakers and looked at Master Yang with some confusion.

Master Yang continued to put on his equipment. He ran 5 groups with 0.5 meters apart, 3 groups with 10 meters apart, 4 laps of jogging, half-court, free kick drills... Today's training events are roughly all. Master Yang moved his body after putting on the training equipment and ran around the training ground. Master Yang slowly caught up with Whelens.

"My name is Mr. Yang, Chinese, the team's new intern coach. Are you Whelens?" Mr. Yang remembered that the early player in front of him was the captain of the team.

"New coach? Chinese?" Whelens turned his head and looked at Master Yang, but did not express his surprise. He just accelerated the speed and Master Yang was thrown away a lot.

Master Yang glanced at Whelens's back and gritted his teeth and followed. After running for about 4 laps, Whelens stopped and turned his head to find Mr. Yang was gasping behind him. His physical strength was pretty good, Chinese. Whelens smiled slightly in his heart, and a prank idea emerged.

"Sir, how about running two more laps?" Whelens said.

"To be honest, I don't think it's so good?"

"What did you say?" Whelens felt strange when she saw Master Yang smiling. Could it be that the prank was discovered.

"Your height is 1.82 meters. I've seen your weight now be about 63 kilograms, which is a bit thinner. In last year's C League, you only won 47% of the header. I suggest that you should switch from physical fitness to upper limbs and header, and then practice positioning." Mr. Yang's style is particularly like a stunning fitness coach.

After hearing Master Yang's words, Whelens stroked his hair with his hands that was stuck on his forehead because of sweat. He felt incredible. "Are you saying true?"

"Haha, of course. I am also a professional." Mr. Yang smiled.

"Okay, then practice heading."

Next, Mr. Yang scored a free throw in the corner area and went to the front of the penalty area. Whelens pushed the ball into the goal with his head. Mr. Yang's ball hit the ball far and near, and was high and low. Whelens also flew with the ball in the penalty area.

Assistant coach Eddie Cordill was walking on the way to the training ground. He had just been to the club's equipment library. The administrative manager in charge of equipment told him that the new intern coach had taken away the equipment in the morning. The unhappiness in the morning appeared in front of him again. Why is the new intern coach as ignorant as the football director? If you lose the equipment, you will look good.

"39, OK, the last one." shouted a man who was preparing for a free throw in the corner area. Another man stood outside the penalty area and looked ready to catch the ball.

"Bang" the ball was high and floating, and it was rotating with a little bit. The person standing outside the penalty area judged the ball path, lowered his body and kicked the ground hard, jumped high, and the ball hit the net heavily.

"Okay, let's go here for now. I'll write you an outline for upper limb training tonight. You practice accordingly. You will definitely gain something in three months." Cordill saw clearly that the intern coach who didn't know how high the world was.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Cordyll." Whelens saw Cordyll. Mr. Yang also turned his head to greet the assistant coach. Cordyll looked bad in the red sportswear distributed by the club. However, when he saw the neatly arranged training equipment in the training ground, a look of surprise finally appeared on his face.

"I went to the equipment warehouse in advance to move all the equipment. I wonder if I made the wrong arrangement." Master Yang came to Cordill.

"No, very good. This job will be handed over to you in the future. What did you learn?" Cordill suddenly became a little interested in the Eastern Kong in front of him and started chatting with Master Yang.

While talking, the players walked into the training ground one after another. Mr. Yang and Cordill found that the players who were noisy and changed their shoes on the sidelines were much quieter. It turned out that three big names came into the entrance of the training ground - the chairman, football director, and head coach.

The three people had a look of expression and were full of domineering spirit, which made people feel the momentum of the superiors. - I wrote off topic. In short, it was not a good thing for the players to see these three people appearing on the training ground at the same time.

"Young guys, gather." Cordill gathered the people together and waited for the chairman to speak. Na'Eisen waved his hand and greeted the players. The words were basically what they said in the morning meeting room. He introduced Barrier and Mr. Yang to the players, and then reminded everyone that the weekend games should not be lost. The old man and Barrier left the training ground.

Du Rui looked at the equipment arranged on the field and said to Cordyle: "Start training." The players began to run around under the supervision of the physical coach. In the team, Whelens ran first in front. Several people behind were muttering in a low voice.

"Brother, it seems that we must win the Sunday game. The chairman is here." Christopher said while running.

"Nonsense, don't say it's my brother if you're used to be like that bear." Frederick said gritting his teeth.

"I don't want to do it either. I have left foot. It's so awkward in that position. I've received two yellow cards. Why don't we buy a right back in the summer? Or let Uncle Foucquet play right back." Christopher said.

"Boy, who is the uncle? I'm only thirty." Fu Kai, who has a beard, ran up from the back of the team. "I'm fucking left foot. Do you think I don't want to play?" Fu Kai has an old appearance, so everyone in the team calls him uncle. Once in the game, the commentator started to talk nonsense because he didn't see the number clearly, saying, "This old player's physical fitness is no longer as good as before." Fu Kai was almost pk after the game.

"Close your beaks. Do you think there are too few running?" Fitness coach John vander Heeren shouted on the sidelines. Everyone was silent. Dury looked at the players in front of him and thought about Sunday's lineup. He asked Cordill next to him: "Eddie, who do you think will play on the right back on Sunday?"

"Christopher's effect was not very ideal before, but others came to play and depended on whether they could adapt. Whelens played several games last season," Cordill said from the side.

"How about you let Dupree play?" Dupree's defensive ability is still very eye-catching to the midfielder Dupree.

"You can try it, after all, he is the best defender in the team." Cordill understood the meaning of the old partner in front of him.

"Well, I'll give him the guard team when the confrontation is coming." Du Rui said. "When I first came, I saw you chatting with that Chinese boy, what were you talking about?"

"Haha, chat about weather and history. I didn't expect this kid to know a lot." Cordill said.

"That's all? Your equipment today is different from usual, and it seems to be more compact." Du Rui asked.

"Ah, that was not what I put on, it was the Chinese boy. He had already put on it when I came. What, is there anything wrong?" Cordyer looked at Du Rui.

"No, it looks a little neater than usual." Following Du Rui's words, Cordyll looked carefully at the equipment in the field, and it was indeed very neat. If they had nothing to do, the error should be between 2 centimeters. This is the eye ability that Master Yang practiced in college, "accurate", and may also be useful for a coach.

"When I came, I saw him practicing with Whelenscar." Cordill quietly told Duri what he saw and heard in Duri's ear.

"Nothing! It's fine to practice heading more, but how can you randomly open the training outline for players to practice upper limbs. Master Yang, come here!"

Mr. Yang, who had been standing not far from Du Rui, hurried over. "Are you looking for me? Mr. Du Rui."

"I heard you want to give Whelens an outline for upper limb training?"

"Yes, I think he needs a certain level of upper limb training. His muscle structure is a little problem and his weight is thin..." Master Yang explained.

"Enough." Du Rui interrupted Master Yang. "You just need to know that this is not allowed. You are just an internship trial here. You are not qualified to make any training outline for any player! This is the business of physical coaches. If they pull any muscle, I will settle the score with you! From me, listen to me!" Du Rui pointed at Master Yang's chest with his hand.

Master Yang felt aggrieved, but he still said, "I understand, sir, there will be no next time." Master Yang said and stepped aside.

The players started small subject training after running the lap, and then conducted confrontation drills. Dupree, Whelens, Christopher, Minne and goalkeeper Dobbelaere were assigned to the defensive team, and four attacking players were assigned to the offensive team. The other half of the non-main players were taken to the other half of the field by coach Patrick Hempe and others for confrontation training. Teacher Yang stood honestly on the sidelines and watched Du Ruishi and terminated the training and explained the skills.

At this time, Meert, who played the offensive side, dribbled the ball from the left, and Dupree came up to grab his ball. Mirt swung the ball twice, seeing that he had no chance to pass, passed it to Geeroms who came up, and then penetrated forward. With obvious two passes, Dupree saw through the pass and was about to destroy it before Glomus got the ball. Suddenly, Dupree slipped under his feet and his body flew out in a slanted manner. Then he saw Dupree holding his ankle in pain.

"Not good." Everyone who saw this scene nearby felt a nervous heart. An unknown premonition surged into Du Rui's heart. He was injured when no one fought. This was too strange and unlucky. He couldn't wait to think too much, and everyone surrounded him.

"What's wrong with Dupre? Does it hurt?" Cordyer brought the medicine box and took out the spray from it.

"Spray quickly, spray quickly, it hurts so much." Dupree pointed at his ankle and asked Cordyer to spray the medicine quickly.

Spray aerosol and apply ice cubes, Du Rui called Master Yang over. "You can send Dupree to the hospital for a check-up. Are there any problems in the district public hospital?"
Chapter completed!