Chapter 7

Although the team doctor said that there was no contusion on the soft tissue on Zhou Liran's face, head coach Ben Wallen still asked Zhou Liran not to continue practicing throwing in the afternoon, but to practice high jumping in place first.

"Look, you are gasping for breath from the pain. How can I let you continue to train like this? I am not a devil." Ben Warren reached out and patted Zhou Liran on the shoulder. "Your body is more important. Some, you can practice the high jump alone for a few days. We will have another competition on the 9th, and then we will arrange your next training based on the results of this competition. What do you think?"

"That's okay ? Coach," Zhou Liran nodded obediently, "I will practice hard."

"Well," Ben Wallen smiled and nodded, "Come on."

The head coach said so, so Zhou Liran would not rush to let the football hit his face. , so in addition to training with the team throughout the afternoon, he spent the whole afternoon practicing how to jump higher: Zhou Liran is actually very familiar with this routine. He practiced with the coach like this when he first entered the academy at the age of 13. The key goals are three One: Improve fat utilization, increase lower limb stability, and increase core muscle strength.

For ordinary players like Zhou Liran, their skills have almost been finalized by the time they are fifteen or sixteen years old. If he waits until he is this age to practice, the most he will do is gain experience. It is basically impossible to improve further. Because players who can improve further are no longer playing in the youth team.

Zhou Liran was convinced of this before, because he had indeed been training, but his skills had not improved much. He just said that he was calmer than players of the same level as him and would not be under the pressure of competitions. There was no improvement after so many years of practice, so he didn't think he could get any better at first, but - he really jumped a few centimeters higher than before.

Under the premise of being full of energy, he did indeed jump higher than before.

Zhou Liran was very happy and even ate an extra bowl of the nutritious meal in the cafeteria that day.

But when training resumed the next day, head coach Ben Wallen touched his chin and approached Zhou Liran, "No, you jumped higher yesterday. You haven't stabilized yet? Why? You shouldn't... …"

Zhou Liran, like the head coach, couldn't figure out the reason at first, but when he stood in front of the goal during the team's training match and caught a "coquettishly" football toward him with his face, Zhou Liran understood why: because there was no football to hit. There was absolutely no sense of urgency in his face or in his heart.

What is that saying, suffering and pain are the best internal driving forces? Others say, be grateful for suffering, because it makes you grow?

Zhou Liran felt that these words were nonsense in his previous life. Who would want to live in such pain when he could lie down happily? Who likes suffering and pain?

Just like the nutritious meal in front of you, it is so unpalatable. If not to ensure that your physical fitness is at its best, who would eat this every day?

Zhou Liran poked the plate with his fork a few times, then put down the fork and covered his face in pain.

Yes, yes, he knew that, didn't he? If he wants to get more, if he wants to get better things, then he has no way not to endure the suffering and pain he doesn't want to endure.

"Endrit? Why don't you eat?"

Zhou Liran raised his head and looked at Coker sitting next to him. "You will train with me in the afternoon?"

"Ah?"

"You will shoot, and I will catch the ball." Zhou Liran glanced at the embarrassed Coker and added: "I'll talk to the coach."

"Okay, okay!" Coker nodded immediately and said happily: "I've wanted to practice with you for a long time. , You have been really good at catching the ball these days.

"Don't worry, I will definitely break your goal this afternoon!"

Coker, who made such a promise, never thought that he could not fulfill this promise. He had not done so before. I have never practiced like this with Zhou Liran. In one hour, except at the beginning, he would be hugged by Zhou Liran for every ball. After that, didn't he score one or two out of five goals? Even if Zhou Liran seems to have come to his senses these days, it is impossible for him not to score a single goal. Zhou Liran is not Cech, how can he keep a clean sheet?

An hour later

, Coker wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked up to Zhou Liran, "You, are you really enlightened? Is it so sudden? No, you... you, doesn't your face hurt? "

It hurts," Zhou Liran waved his hand, his tone even a bit proud, "But I caught all the balls, right? And I didn't get hit by the football in the last few high-altitude balls.

" Kerr's legs were weak by the end, because the intensity and height of the kick were not enough. However, with the ball at that height, he really held the football in his arms by himself!

Although my face hurts a lot.

"You don't look like your face hurts."

Zhou Liran was about to talk to Coker when the coach called Zhou Liran over to talk. He was very pleased that Zhou Liran insisted on training, but he was very worried about Zhou Liran being hit in the face by the football so often: "You have taken the pressure off your hands, so it may not hurt so much when the football hits your face, but it will definitely hurt if you keep getting hit in the face. And it's easy to get injured."

"Ritter, you are a football player, your face is still more important to you, and you don't have to be so anxious. If you are not stable, then practice again. There is no need to get injured because of this. , what do you think?"

"It doesn't matter, coach, please believe me, I will protect myself from injury. I will go to the team doctor for a check-up after every training," Zhou Liran said very seriously: "But before I get injured, I still want to continue practicing like this. I do still have a lot of time to train, but since I am the team's starting goalkeeper, then I have to be responsible for the team. Since I have the ability to protect the goal, then I don't want to. Because I didn't work hard enough and didn't keep the goal."

Ben Watt was silent for a few seconds, then stepped forward to hug the boy in front of him and patted his back, "Okay, I have to go after training every morning and afternoon. The team doctor reported it, did you hear it?"

Zhou Liran nodded vigorously.

In the following days, Zhou Liran's face hurt every day, but he was indeed not injured, just in pain. The coach, team doctor and players on the team said it was amazing.

Because there will be a game on March 10, we only trained for one morning on March 9. Head coach Ben Wallen asked tomorrow's starting players to go back early to rest and compete with the most energy tomorrow.

"Okay, let's dismiss." After saying the dismissal, Ben Warren turned to look at Zhou Liran, "Ritter, come to the office with me first."

Zhou Liran followed Ben Warren into the office in confusion, and then left. A bonus contract arrived.

"I applied for you, and you will be rewarded with one hundred pounds for every 7 goals you successfully save in the game." Ben Wallen lowered his head to sort out the information in his hand, "Don't be too little, this is the most I can get for you at the moment. It's a good contract. You should perform well in the next games and try to get a few clean sheets. I'll help you apply for a better contract."

"Why are you waiting here? Sign it quickly." "Thank you ,

coach.

Go back and rest and perform well tomorrow."

"Well, okay."

Although he had known that this coach was a good person, this contract still exceeded his expectations. He knew that the team had goal bonuses, but before that he had probably never heard of any save bonuses for goalkeepers.

Zhou Liran, who returned to the locker room to change his jersey with such complicated emotions, was startled as soon as he opened the door, because these guys held a glass trophy and shoved it directly in front of his eyes: "What are you doing? "

Endrit! This is the trophy we prepared together for you!"

"Yes, this is a trophy for our team's great backer!"

"I'm not afraid of the opponent hitting me now."

Zhou Liran reached out and took the glass trophy, his mood became more complicated, "Thank you? But I am just a final guarantee. If you... what is engraved on it? What is it for the greatest?"

"Don't you know this in English?" Ke Kerr poked his head over and said, "This is for the greatest Iron Masked Man!"

Zhou Liran thrust the broken trophy into Kerker's arms with his backhand, "Thank you, I don't want it."