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Chapter 137 Playing Football With Batty 1

Chapter 137 Playing Football With Batty

"Sorry! I brought up something that upset you."

Mu Jianfeng also reacted quickly. Seeing the middle-aged man whose smile gradually disappeared from his face, he also felt a little depressed.

So he decided to change the subject, and took this opportunity to ask his seniors some questions:

"Mr. Batistuta, may I ask you a few questions?"

"Of course!"

Batistuta raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and then a smile hung on his face again.

"You know, I'm a striker. But when I shoot, I often hit the post. Is there any way you can teach me to reduce that?"

Mu Jianfeng asked the doubts in his heart. He felt that in his debut season, he hit the goalposts too many times. Otherwise, he would have scored more goals.

"Oh? Now close your eyes, imagine what the goal looks like, and describe it to me!"

Batistuta looked at Mu Jianfeng and closed his eyes.

Mu Jianfeng closed his eyes when he heard the words, and then sketched the appearance of the goal in his mind:

"Three white goalposts stand there, green grass and white lines on the ground, and the net behind it."

"Then now you remove the post and focus on the net behind the post!"

Batistuta's voice came from Mu Jianfeng's ear, so he followed the other person's words and removed the goal post in his mind.

Suddenly, the goal in mind is different!

"How? How do you feel?"

Batistuta's voice came again, as if with a magical feeling.

"It's different, but I can't tell what's different."

Mu Jianfeng continued to "observe" the goal he imagined in his mind, savoring the differences carefully.

"In the future, when you shoot, don't care about the goal post, just treat him as a defender who can't move, and your shooting target should continue to go backwards and put it on the net!

Up and down, left and right, the corners of the four nets are the ideal dead ends for forwards to shoot!

These four positions are also the most difficult positions for goalkeepers to save!

When you lose sight of the post, your shot won't hit him anymore! "

At this moment, Mu Jianfeng suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment in his mind!

Or, is this what it feels like to be "opened up"?

Mu Jianfeng opened his eyes suddenly, and then looked at Batistuta with shining eyes.

Batistuta looked at the young man in front of him with a smile, and the yearning in his eyes, and said softly:

"How is it? Do you feel it? Do you want to kick it?"

Hearing this, Mu Jianfeng's eyes became brighter, and he nodded vigorously.

"Then let's go, I don't know if my old friend is here."

Batty wiped his mouth, got up and said.

Mu Jianfeng wiped his mouth quickly, and followed him out of the restaurant.

……

After the two left the restaurant, they chatted and walked slowly along the street under the leadership of Batty.

After turning a few streets, the two came to the vicinity of Frankie Stadium, next to a private training ground.

At this time, a middle-aged fat man had already been waiting outside the training field. He greeted Batistuta from a distance, and Batistuta happily stepped forward to hug him.

"Long time no see! Old friend!"

"long time no see!"

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while before Batistuta introduced Mu Jianfeng to the other party.

"This kid doesn't need your introduction. There are almost no Fiorentina fans who don't know him! Many people even think that his future achievements will surpass yours! Don't you, our Mu!"

The middle-aged fat man looked at Mu Jianfeng and greeted him very familiarly.

"Thank you!"

Mu Jianfeng didn't know what to say, so he nodded his head.

"I want to borrow your training ground today, is that okay?"

Batistuta looked at the middle-aged fat man and explained why he came.

"Of course! You can use it as you like before the evening, and there is a community game scheduled for the evening!"

The middle-aged fat man said indifferently. At the same time, he unlocked the door of the training ground and pushed open the gate of the training ground.

"Practice, here is the key! I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first! When you leave, lock the door and leave the key under the grass at the door!"

As the middle-aged fat man spoke, he handed the key to Batistuta, then turned around and left.

"This guy! He's still so free and easy!"

Batistuta did not introduce the middle-aged fat man to Mu Jianfeng, but shook his head and sighed, then turned his head to signal Mu Jianfeng to walk into the training ground together.

"Let's go!"

There is a small warehouse in the training ground. Batistuta skillfully took out a bag of balls and handed them to Mu Jianfeng, and then dug out a few automatic serve machines and a pair of similar-sized sneakers to change into.

"Try a few feet first?"

Batistuta kicked a ball to Mu Jianfeng. After receiving the ball, Mu Jianfeng looked at the goal and kicked the ball out with one kick.

"That's right, it's powerful, but the angle is a bit off."

"Come on, look at the net, aim at the intersection line of the net!

right!Try the corner of the net this time!

That's it, come again! "

In the small training ground, Mu Jianfeng practiced shooting with Batistuta.

Shooting one foot after another, running to pick up the ball again and again, and aiming again and again.

For a while, the originally quiet training ground rang out from time to time with muffled kicks and kicks.

Occasionally passers-by would take a look at the training ground inexplicably, but they just sighed how someone could play football at this time.

But they never imagined that there is a former superstar and a rising star inside, carrying out a kind of inheritance in their way.

……

One afternoon, one played football, the other helped guide, the other studied hard, and the other taught hard.

It wasn't until the number of people on the street gradually increased that the gate of the training ground was locked.

"Thank you for your guidance this afternoon!"

Mu Jianfeng bowed deeply to Batistuta to express his gratitude.

"Boy, come on! I'm already old, and I can't demonstrate many moves for you in person! You have to think more, so that you can become the best one!"

Batistuta patted Mu Jianfeng on the shoulder and said sincerely.

Batty's teaching benefited Mu Jianfeng a lot. Many things seemed to have been covered with a layer of veil. After this short afternoon of teaching, the former warrior seemed to have removed that layer of veil.

Mu Jianfeng didn't know how to express his gratitude, so he could only say:

"Thank you, I will work hard, then, shall I take you back to the hotel?"

Hearing this, Batistuta smiled and waved his hand, shook his head and said:

"No, I'm going to get together with old friends later, so I don't need you to send it! You should go back early!"

Hearing what Batty said, Mu Jianfeng had to leave with some regrets.

Seeing Mu Jianfeng gradually walking away, Batistuta suddenly staggered and leaned against the net on the training ground, and then a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead. He rubbed his legs and whispered wryly:

"Really, I'm getting old..."

……

(End of this chapter)