Zhang Yang became full of energy.

After leaving the hospital, he headed straight to Millwall Club, arrived at the first team training ground, and saw David Livermore who was training.

Livermore is doing long-range shooting training.

Outside the penalty area line, dozens of football balls were played in succession. He trotted and took two steps forward, waved his right foot and kicked a ball heavily. The ball flew straight towards the goal.

"Come on the left!"

"But this is a good power! Come on!"

"Next!"

Beside Bruno Burley guided and also loudly encouraged Livermore.

Zhang Yang walked over and said with a smile, "Looks good."

Burley noticed Zhang Yang and immediately said hello, "Mr. Head Coach!"

"Just call me Zhang."

"Okay, Mr. Head Coach."

Zhang Yang's face turned a little dark, and he suddenly asked a little strangely, "Why do you call me that?"

"ah?"

"I mean, 'Mr. Head Coach', how can I call someone else that?"

"But, I listen..." Burley hesitated for a moment and did not continue.

Zhang Yang asked, "What did you hear?"

"I am……"

"Is it Frederick?" Zhang Yang had long thought of the answer, "He told you, I would like this title?"

Burley got his head down.

Zhang Yang's mood became bad.

At that time, they were just joking with Frederick. The two of them were a little inconsistent, and the other party even ran with words. Unexpectedly, this guy probably told everyone that "what should be called".

"MD, don't let me seize the opportunity!"

Zhang Yang thought to himself.

The two had a personal conflict, but they couldn't get involved in their work. Frederick was very dissatisfied with him, but he did a good job in training and he wouldn't use his power to do anything.

Next, Zhang Yang asked David Livermore's training, "David, how is his training?"

"Get a little better!" Burley said hesitantly, "he worked very hard."

"Then what?"

"He has a lot of strength, yes, I'm afraid he will kick the ball out of the way! It's so strong!"

"Then?"

Burley shrugged, "He is probably not suitable for shooting accurately when he is unhappy! He always feels that he can't find the position, but I think that just doing this may make the opponent unable to defend."

Zhang Yang nodded and understood, then said, "I think that as long as he can persist, he will definitely improve quickly."

"Of course, just stick with it!"

Burleidao.

You can tell that he is a little insincere when he looks at his expression.

Zhang Yang turned his head with a smile, looked at Livermore on the court, and then used the ability of the Word Spirit to bewitch.

"Follower David Livermore, the long-range shooting ability will be improved quickly!"

A penetrating voice, with mysterious magic, reflected on Livermore, I don’t know what it does, but it will definitely be reflected.

Burley was stunned strangely, "What did you say?"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "I said, David will definitely improve quickly."

"I hope this is the case. He really worked hard. From morning until now, he has never stopped except lunch time." Burley did not recognize Livermore's talent, but he was very moved by Livermore's efforts. He thought that he could use Livermore as an example for training for the youth and youth teams in the future: Look, that guy with rough skills and a little slow-witted brain can also rely on hard training to upgrade to the first team, and he has also won the favor of the head coach!

Livermore insisted on training until five o'clock.

At the end, he couldn't kick anymore, Zhang Yang stopped training, and then had a big meal with Burley and Livermore.

Livermore's voracious look made Zhang Yang and Burley secretly amused, and he admired him very much. It was very difficult to persevere in just boring long-range shooting training.

The kind of physical fitness that ordinary players don't have.

Livermore persevered.

This shows that he has sufficient physical fitness and proves that perseverance is very comparable to people.

However, at the end of the training, even Livermore didn't notice that his shooting accuracy had improved a lot.

Before, when he was far away, he often deviated a lot from the right side of the goal. In the last dozen shots, he did not deviate much from the deviation. Some of the balls were accurately kicked into the area.

That's a significant improvement.

———

At 8:30 the next morning, Zhang Yang and Burley were busy together. They divided the door frame into three parts.

Left, middle and right.

The areas on the left and right sides are only one meter horizontally. From outside the restricted area, the range is relatively small, and the middle occupies most of the area.

"David's goal today is to be able to accurately kick the ball into these two areas outside the penalty area."

Zhang Yang said to Burley.

Burley was a little confused and full of confusion. He didn't know whether to remind him that Livermore could not achieve his goal.

That's simply whimsical!

Not to mention Livermore, other ordinary forward players are not easy to accurately hit the ball into these two small areas outside the penalty area. The main horizontal direction is only one meter, which sounds not short, but it looks very small from twenty meters away.

Livermore is even more impossible!

Yesterday, the guy couldn't even kick the left and right sides, and he had to complete it in one day. The goal that most people could not achieve was really unimaginable, no matter how they trained, it was impossible to achieve.

Burley didn't say that in the end.

He is just the lowest-level coach, and his salary is not even enough to support his life. There is no need to offend the team's head coach because of this. What if this young Chinese man is worthy of face and holds grudges?

When David Livermore arrived, Zhang Yang explained the situation directly to him and explained the goal in a particularly serious way.

Livermore was a little confused. He was very unconfident, "Can I really do it?"

"Of course, I believe in you!"

Zhang Yang patted his shoulder and cheered him up with inspiring words.

"But……"

Zhang Yang's face turned dark, "Think about your sister! Are you planning to take her around the world?"

Livermore suddenly felt energetic, and he said firmly, "I will definitely work hard!"

Then he started training.

Burley has been helping to prepare football, and he is the one who assists in doing this, but in his spare time, he still couldn't help asking, "Zhang, you just said David's sister? What's wrong with his sister? When he talks about sister, he becomes..." He didn't know how to describe it.

"very beautiful!"

"His sister is pretty?" Burley glanced at Livermore, and it was even more unimaginable.

"Don't think too much, it's really beautiful, and a top student." Zhang Yang added secretly in his heart, "The future will definitely be top student."

"Just him? His sister is a top student? It shouldn't be a real sister, right?"

Burley shouted out in surprise.

Zhang Yang hurriedly held his mouth, "Perhaps his parents' excellent genes have been passed on to his sister, but don't say so loudly, it's bad if David hears it."

Burley nodded fiercely.

The gossip on this matter is too strong.

Zhang Yang felt that it was very immoral to comment on others behind his back, so he did not continue the topic.

Just as the two were gossiping, Livermore was training firmly.

Today's situation is much better than yesterday.

Livermore kept aiming at the left and right shots. At his normal level, two or three shots on the right side of the game are already quite good. He always can't control his strength well. Zhang Yang's requirement is that every shot is used with strength. In a real game, only by shooting a long shot with enough strength can he pose a threat to the opponent's goal.

Livermore's shot was very powerful and was definitely not comparable to ordinary players. If you get closer, you can find that every kick can be filled with a slight sound of wind.

If you compare the star's long shots, Zhang Yang can only think of it as effective as Real Madrid's Brazilian defender Robert Carlos.

But accuracy... there is no need to talk about it.

Now it's different.
To be continued...