Mr. Yang almost didn't fall asleep all night, and after running in the morning, he started to sort out the information about Valheim he found yesterday. No matter what he does, there is nothing wrong with being serious. Since he wants to join the team as a trial coach, understanding the team is the top priority.

Goalkeeper No. 1 Dobbelaere, 25 years old, watched the videos of past games, but did not perform well. He is the kind of player who should save the ball and will not have a very stable performance. Judging from the game I watched last time, he still lacks decisiveness and adaptability in handling the ball. Needless to say, substitute goalkeeper No. 21, 23 years old, Merlier. He rarely has the opportunity to play. Let's learn about it after he scores the team.

There are only 5 people on the back line, which is a bit small for a team with 24 players. And the more serious problem is that none of these defenders is from a right-back player, and the right-back basically lets the left-back play guest appearances.

There are two left-backs, one is Kristofd’hollander, 24 years old, and the hero of the rushing class last season. He is a native of Valleheim. The last time he watched the game, he was miserable in the game. The other left-back is Houtekier, who has just been transferred from the youth team at the age of 18.

Among the centre-backs, Dimitri Whelens (dimitriwww.piaotian.cominne) is 24 years old, both of whom are right-footed. If possible, they can consider letting them hit the right side. I don’t know if these two people are good at speed and whether they can adapt to their position - but this should be for Mr. Du Rui to worry about.

The other two players who can play as defender are 30-year-old Foucquet, with left foot. One of the few players left after the club merger can play as a central defender, left back and defensive midfielder. However, it seems that he is a substitute for Mr. Du Rui.

There are only a few people in the back line who can make a move. Mr. Yang is puzzled how the team plays in the second division with such a configuration. When he turned to last year's upgrade record, he suddenly realized that Coach Du Rui's guiding ideology is to "always get one more than the opponent." In Du Rui's 442 formation, the right forward is a more winger-oriented role, plus one defensive midfielder and two offensive midfielders. The forward has a suffix and one free running position to look for opportunities. The center is in front to support it. In fact, it seems that this formation is called 4321.

In the midfield, Duree's favorite defensive forward is Dupre, the 23-year-old Ghent, a pure defensive player, never for half the game. The original chief defensive midfielder Maes was squeezed on the bench. However, because Dupree can also play central defenders at the same time, Mess still has many opportunities to play. However, the same serious problem is that Valleheim has few midfield defensive players. The substitute for the two above is Debree, 18.

The trouble of coach Du Rui, an offensive player in the midfield, is who to send to the field. No. 10 Meert, the 24-year-old player, is the core of the team, with his left and right feet, and can play in all positions in the frontcourt. He was placed by Coach Du Rui as the right forward/right winger. For Valleheim, he is Ronaldo Zidane Jr., and he is the heart of the team.

Another important player is No. 11 Frederikd’hollander, the elder brother of defender Christopher Dehollander, the player with the most goals in Valleheim history. He usually plays the role of a shadow striker behind the center.

Behind him is No. 9 Geeroms, 23, one of the most promising players in the team's history. The best scorer of last season. The last time he watched the game, he failed to play due to diarrhea.

The remaining offensive players, such as center Vispi, forward Degrand (25 years old), Roels (22 years old), Jacobs (21 years old), right forward Nichola Whelens, and left forward Moerman are all very young.

After studying the team, Mr. Yang couldn't help but suck his teeth. This is really a young team with a large number of offensive players. Old Na Eisen asked Balier to be the football director to buy players randomly to check and balance the head coach. What would I do if I were Du Rui?

Thinking about the team, Mr. Yang looked at the watch and pointed to 11 noon. It should be 6 pm in China. Liu Yunshang didn't know what he was busy with recently, so he didn't tell her and her father the good news yesterday. (The time difference between Belgium and China is 7 hours. Belgium is 11 noon, which is equivalent to 18 pm in China. There are many international students in Belgium, so it is much cheaper.)

"Hey, Dad, I found a job, what are you doing?" Mr. Yang dialed the number at home.

"What are you guessing, tell me quickly, international long-distance is quite expensive." My dad scolded on the other end of the phone.

"I'm about to become a coach, and a club promised me to try it out there."

Master Yang briefly told his father what happened. His father didn't seem to be too excited, and just said, "Be careful of being arrogant and impatient, work hard, and don't embarrass the Chinese." After that, he handed the phone to Master Yang's mother. After hanging up the phone, Master Yang's mother complained: "You said that your son finally found a job, but you are not happy, and you don't encourage him. You are a father, really."

"Who said I was unhappy? I don't want him to be too proud. Go take out the bottle of Moutai. Today I want to drink two cups. go, go, go, ale, ale." Master Yang would have been surprised to hit the ground if he saw this scene. Unfortunately, he was more awake after being stimulated by his father. It was really a small step in the Long March, and the days ahead were still long. Thinking about this Master Yang took out his cell phone and was about to report a letter to Liu Yunshang in a low-key manner.

"Elephant, elephant, beard..." Although I have heard Liu Yunshang's ringtone many times, every time I listened to it, Master Yang would wipe off the sweat that did not exist on his face. The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered it. Master Yang had to send a message to tell Liu Yunshang about the good news.

In Beijing, in a gym in Soho, Jianwai, Liu Yunshang shouted a command in front of the stage: "12, raise your legs; 34, arm; 56, take a deep breath; 78, take a break." He signaled everyone to rest, Liu Yunshang wiped the sweat with the towel on his neck. At this time, a pretty man came over: "Coach Liu, I wonder if you have time tonight, have a meal together to enjoy your face?" Liu Yunshang glanced at the man with a squinted look and smiled: "Mr. Li, let's talk about it after class."

At the gym’s bag storage area, Liu Yunshang’s cell phone returned to calm after vibrating for a long time.

Municipal Park Stadium is a large regular stadium, and it is then divided into four small venues. Many people who like football will come here to play football on weekends. However, the stadium is real, so you have to pay a "appearance fee" to enter the football game. This is also the reason why Mr. Yang and others have to form a group to play. If a person cannot find the team to join, the money will be spent in vain.

This turf stadium reminded Mr. Yang of the dirt and asphalt stadium he played when he was a child. The balls in the dirt stadium were flying sand and stones. Sometimes, because of why small stone balls were made, look back at Mr. Yang, "Who are you here?"

"Of course I'm going to participate." Mr. Yang's bloodiness was summoned by Luo Sen's contemptuous little eyes. Although he didn't know how these gangsters kicked, he couldn't repeat it when he was looked down upon by the little stockings.

"The boss has participated, how can I be missing me?" The fat man followed the trend.

"I'll count it." "And I." Pierce, Tony and Dinoso both stood up. Seeing that the earrings were all there, the man returned to his team to get in touch with the boss.

"There is one more person here. Whoever watches on the sidelines first and comes to serve later." Mr. Yang said, and everyone's eyes were all aimed at the fat man who was gasping for breath.

"Damn. Well, I'll cheer you up next to you." The fat man knew the current affairs and chose to surrender under the sharp eyes of everyone. Master Yang imagined the appearance of the fat man wearing a mini skirt and holding two flowers in his hand, and in his heart - vomiting~.

The nine people played as big as half a football field, and the goal became 6 meters wide and 2 meters high. The middle school gangster took off their coats and exposed all the Ajax jerseys. Their boss walked over wearing a jersey with a number 4 printed on it.

"I'll say the rules again, nine people, you can substitute casually. No fouls, no corner kicks, no sideline balls, no offside. Win or lose in 45 minutes. Draw, penalty kicks. Then the losers pay the money and leave. If you want to pay a debt-" No. 4 glanced at the gangster behind. "It's very difficult." After saying that, No. 4 left back.

Mr. Yang brought people together, and after the game just now, everyone got to know each other. Mr. Yang, the core midfielder, is quite convincing.

"Rott and I are in the middle, both sides of you. Pierce, Tony, and you (a big black man in Rotter's team) defender, Rosen forward, Dinoso, or you are still guarding the goal. Is it okay?" Mr. Yang said.

"Don't worry, if you lose, I'll win." Rosen said gritting his teeth.
Chapter completed!