Chapter 50: Beautiful Tackle (Part 2)

In the Nottingham Forest Youth Team, the two people that Dunn is most concerned about are two people, one of whom is Gareth Bale, who Dunn personally dug from Southampton. He always takes time to see Bale's training and see if he is improving.

Bale was very obedient. Although Don En forgot to tell him the reason for letting him play left back instead, he still insisted on practicing at the left back position. Although he could not see any great effect at the moment, he was still practicing.

Another thing that attracted Don't pay close attention was Bale's free kick practice.

What excited Tang En was that after correct guidance and practice, the kid's talent in free kicks began to show.

According to Bell's father, Bell likes free kicks very much. He even goes home in the yard now and does only one thing in school physical education classes - practicing free kicks with left foot.

Standing on the sidelines and watching the child kick the football over the moving wall again and again, Don Edward seemed to see the birth of another Beckham.

This sense of accomplishment that can see a player's ability from ordinary to gradually become distinctive is indescribable, just like... it is like giving birth to a child and raising them into adults with your own hands.

These young players are his children, and he is their father.

As for the other person he is very concerned about, it is naturally George Wood. His attention to Wood has been made public. All the youth teams know that this stupid boy is highly valued by the coach, but few people can see why.

Weis Morgan is one of the people who have understood it.

He led the team to play four games. Done did not let Wood last one, and he was put on the bench every time, but letting him watch off the court just didn't give him a minute to play.

Chris Lack thought Don was worried that this kid would destroy the other person by himself. But Don himself knew in his heart that the meaning of his doing so was.

Is George Wood also clear? Tang En was unsure. This kid doesn't talk much. If he doesn't ask for it on his own, he won't be able to hold back a lot in three days.

If he had any ideas, he would be fermented in his heart? So he decided to have a good talk with Wood after today's training.

At the end of the day's training, the players of the youth team left the training ground in two or two, discussing where to play at night. This is their time to relax.

Donn and Chris Lack never care about the players' private lives, as long as they don't play too much.

After saying goodbye to Chris Lack and other coaches in the office, Don hurried to the locker room. Several other players had just finished taking a shower and sat half naked in the locker room waiting for the water on their bodies to be blown dry while chatting.

Among them is the captain of the youth team, Weis Morgan.

Don En broke in and interrupted the children's chat. He glanced around and did not find George Wood. So he asked, "Have anyone seen Wood?"

Mogan stood up: "No, coach. We didn't see him back."

"Huh?" Tang En felt strange, "Didn't you see him back?"

Mogan nodded and pointed to the north: "I saw that he walked directly to the north after training..." He thought for a while. He added, "I also took away a football."

When he saw Mogan pointing his finger to the north, Don Eun had already guessed that George Wood must have gone to the second field to practice. This kid!

"Thank you. I wish you a good night!" Tang En said goodbye to the player and walked towards the second field.

When he walked to the sidelines of the second court, it was indeed as expected. George Wood continued to do basic training on the training ground under the twilight: header, passing, dribbling...

Seeing this scene, Tang En was not moved. To be honest, he was even a little angry. He walked forward quickly and stepped on the football kicked by Wood.

George Wood's eyes moved up from Don't's feet and saw the angry Tony Don't.

Don En stretched out four fingers before Wood's eyes, and said to him with a slight angrily voice: "Four hours. The maximum training time for young players every day is set by UEFA.

"Then the four fingers turned into two, and the number seemed to decrease...

"Twenty hours. The upper limit of the training time for youth teams set by UEFA. Do you know why this regulation is specifically made on training time, George?"

Wood shook his head. He was fine with nothing to worry about what he did. For him, just practice the ball well.

"It's just to prevent people like you from doing such stupid things!" Tang En scolded sternly, "Do you know why I stopped your basic practice here after I transferred you back to the team? If you have three to four hours of high-intensity training every day.

You have to practice for another two hours, so that your body will collapse without waiting for you to succeed!”

Tang En spoke harshly, and originally thought George Wood would be scared. Unexpectedly, he shook his head and said lightly: "I don't think the team's daily training is too tiring."

shit! Tang En cursed in his heart.

"Are you King Kong or Hulk? Well, I don't care how much energy you still have in your body now. In short, you must finish training now and go home for me!" Tang En pulled the football under his feet.

He was thinking about how to successfully pick the football from his feet to his hands at once. He was not willing to be embarrassed in front of his players.

Concentrating on how to successfully provoke the football, Donn did not notice George Wood on the opposite side as he pulled the ball. He had already locked his eyes firmly on the football that was pulled back and forth by him.

After pulling back and forth for about a dozen times, Tang En estimated that he would be able to succeed in one go. He pulled his right foot back suddenly, causing the football to roll back slightly. Then he quickly kicked his foot forward, lifted his toes up, and met the football that was rolling back, and "shunted" the football like a shovel!

Haha! I succeeded! Tang En, who had a very bad football level, was about to laugh out loud, but suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing around him! He felt the danger and instinctively leaned back his body. Next he saw clearly...

Wood was almost lying on the ground at some point. His body was parallel to the ground, and his right hand supported the ground, and his left foot quickly swung towards the football still in the air. The wind he felt just now was actually brought by this foot!

The football is about five centimeters away from Tang En's foot. Look at Wood's posture so violently, if he kicks a little bit downward. Tomorrow, Tang En will have to wear a cast on his right foot and lean on a crutch with both hands to lead the team to train...

With a muffled sound of "bang!", several grass clippings were raised in front of him, and Tang En couldn't help but squint.

Then he sat down to the ground, turned his head foolishly at the rows of woods in the north. Wood actually kicked the football directly behind the woods... There was a slope there, and the Trent River was under the slope dam!

This kid! He actually kicked the football so far... This is not the point! The point is that he actually cut off the ball cleanly! If it was in the game, it would be enough to cause the commentators and fans to defend with cheers.

Fast! Accurate! Speedy! So perfect... Wood, you are indeed suitable for the back waist!

George Wood didn't know what Tang En was thinking at this moment, so he got up and wanted to pick up the ball. He just ran out a few steps and was stopped by Tang En, who came to his senses: "Don't go. George.

Do you know where you kicked the football just now?"

"There." Wood pointed to the dark woods under the twilight.

"Wrong. It's even further." Done pointed upwards, "You kicked the Trent River, don't pick it up."

"But that's the club's football..." Wood was afraid that the club would ask him to compensate.

"Every year, clubs lose countless footballs, no one you are missing. I think if you are lucky, maybe you will see a lot of football in the river in the autumn..."

"Why?" Wood didn't understand.

"Because the football that you played out was going to come back from the Atlantic Ocean to lay eggs! Haha!" Tang En sat on the ground and laughed, but he coughed again halfway through the laughter and frowned. "Ah, damn it! You still hit me!"

He gently touched his toes with his right hand. It hurts very much, and he must have been brought to him by Wood's shoe nails.

"Come here and help me up." Don Eun stretched out his left hand to Wood, but he quickly changed his mind - stretched out both hands. "You just carry me up!"

"Why?" Wood seemed a little reluctant.

"Why? You kicked me and made me unable to walk. If you don't carry me, would you still want me to jump back with one leg? Besides, don't you still have any extra energy that has not been released? Carrying me home is also a kind of physical training.

Hurry up, it's dark..."

Wood had no choice but to walk to Tang En, leaned over and let Tang En climb onto his back. Then he lifted him up hard. A seventeen-year-old man walked out with a thirty-four-year-old man on his back. This scene was really funny.

Tang En adjusted his posture slightly to make himself feel more comfortable. Except for the sticky sweat on Wood, everything else is very good.

"Hey, George." Don Eun, who was lying on Wood's back, patted the boy's wide shoulders.

"What's up?"

"Tell me, why do you have to practice for yourself?"

"Because I..." Wood snorted hard, "I think my foundation is too poor."

Done grinned silently. "George, do you know why I didn't let you play in these games?"

"Because I have a poor foundation."

"That's just one of the reasons. Actually, I hope you can see more on the bench how your teammates who have been training for seven or eight years on the court. It's useless to show you those high-level football videos now.

You learn from the people around you, you learn how they handle the ball, how to deal with the various situations that happen in the game, and then keep it in my mind, that's your experience.

Keep these experiences in mind. When you encounter the opponent's forward running in front with a single striker next time and you chase the ground from the diagonal back, you will know what to do best."

"Yeah." Wood nodded.

"And. If you have to practice more after every day's training... yes. I agree with you. But you have to be under my supervision, and the extra training time every day must not exceed forty minutes. In addition. George."

"Um?"

"Although you kicked my foot, I still want to say that your tackle just now was very, very... beautiful!"
Chapter completed!