The Midfield Master

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"Pass the ball faster! Be more active and run to the player with the ball to catch up, and also run on the right side to open the gap!" Lippi raised his voice and shouted from the sidelines of the training ground.

The players on the field are fighting in groups, and Lippi is directing the offensive players to move. He stops the game from time to time and asks the players to come over and listen to his tactical arrangements.

Except for the original Evergrande players, the other dozen or so players are training with Lippi for the first time, so Lippi has to re-instill many tactical ideas into the players.

Even players like Xia Ze, who played in the top European leagues, were quite puzzled by Lippi's tactical requirements for a while. And those players who play football in China have poor English skills, so they can only barely understand Lippi's requirements by relying on translators to explain.

So after a training session, Lippi yelled to stop more than a dozen times, explaining his tactical requirements to the players over and over again.

Although the performance of the players of the Chinese team failed to meet his expectations, he still patiently explained to these players. The voice of the translator on the side was hoarse, so he slightly controlled the number of times he spoke.

After the first day of training, Xia Ze felt that the intensity was not very high, but the hot weather made his body uncomfortable for a while.

"How do you feel? Are you not used to it just after coming back from England?" Captain Zheng Zhi walked over and threw Xia Ze a bottle of water.

"It's okay, the temperature difference is tens of degrees all of a sudden, and it will take a while to get used to it. But the coach's tactics require me to get used to it for a long time before I understand it." Xia Ze said while pouring water on his face.

"You have understood now, which is not bad. When he first came to Evergrande, I was also confused." Zheng Zhi said with a wry smile.

"But he is really dedicated." Xia Ze said admiringly as he watched Lippi packing up his equipment.

"This is a good coach. It's a pity that this may be the last time I play with him. The national team will depend on you in the future." Zheng Zhi sighed.

Xia Ze didn't speak, just smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

In the next few days, the players of the Chinese team slowly adapted to Lippi's training, while the Italian coach also conducted tactical training against the three opponents in the group stage.

In order to break out of the death group of the Asian Cup, China conducted closed training in the suburbs of Melbourne. Only domestic team reporters can move freely in the training base.

All other media were rejected by Lippi.

The closed training of the national football team is also very fulfilling, because the physical condition of the players is not bad, so they usually practice twice a day, sometimes training in the morning, and watching the video of the opponent in the hotel in the afternoon for analysis.

In the past few days of contact, Xia Ze found that Lippi is quite charismatic, whether it is training or getting along with him in daily life.

He was meticulous in training, patiently explained his tactical requirements to the players, and rarely blushed the players. And he must be the first to get up every day.

In just a few days, Lippi won the respect of all the players of the Chinese team both on and off the court. They began to look forward to the champion coach who could lead the players to go further in the next Asian Cup.

This kind of confidence is not only due to the recent improvement in the strength of the Chinese team, but also the confidence brought by Lippi.

"Xia Ze, after you pass the ball, you should go forward in time to meet your teammates!" Lippi called to stop the training, walked over and said to Xia Ze.

In Lippi's mind, I thought that this midfielder who played in Europe could quickly understand his tactical intentions, and his performance in the past few days was also the same. I don't know why, Xia Ze's performance in training these two days It turned out to be worse, which made him a little annoyed.

"Coach, I know, I will definitely do it later!" Xia Ze looked at Lippi and said sincerely.

Lippi glanced at Xia Ze, nodded, and walked back to the sidelines.

After Lippi left, Xia Ze murmured in his heart:

What's wrong with this body? Since yesterday, my chest has been a little stuffy, and it seems that it is particularly difficult to breathe today. After passing the ball just now, I really felt a little uncomfortable in my chest, so I didn't respond.

After taking a deep breath, Xia Ze felt that his chest seemed to be a little more comfortable.

The training continued, but Xia Ze found that his footsteps were particularly heavy. Although he had been running hard, he always felt powerless.

After the training session, Lippi found him.

"Xia Ze, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? I see that you seem to have difficulty running." Lippi's tone was not about accountability, but concern.

"Coach, I've been feeling tight in my chest for the past two days, and my breathing doesn't seem to be smooth. It should be fine if I adjust it." Xia Ze explained.

"Remember, a healthy body is the basis for players to play football. If there is anything wrong, remember to bring it up!" Lippi warned Xia Ze seriously and caringly.

"I know, coach!" Xia Ze replied cautiously.

"Ozawa, what's the matter with you today? Did Lippi treat you to coffee?" Zhang Wei teased as he came out of the bathroom, wiping his head.

Xia Ze didn't answer, his lips moved, but he couldn't speak.

Seeing that Xia Ze didn't make a sound, Zhang Wei turned his head and found him lying on the bed, looking like a dead cat.

"Xiao Ze, what's the matter with you?" Seeing that Xia Ze's expression was inappropriate, Zhang Wei hurried over and asked with concern.

Now Xia Ze only felt dizzy in his head, his eyelids were heavy, and there seemed to be something stuck in his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"I should be sick." Xia Ze wriggled his lips with difficulty and said a word.

As soon as Xia Ze spoke, Zhang Wei was taken aback, because his voice had changed, and it was frighteningly low. He hurried out and called the team doctor to come in.

The team doctor also frowned when he saw it.

"How do you feel now?" The team doctor asked with concern while stroking Xia Ze's head.

"My whole body is sore, my hands and feet are limp." Xia Ze struggled to express his feelings: "And his head is very dizzy."

After saying these two sentences, Xia Ze closed his eyes and gasped for breath with difficulty.

After training in the afternoon, he came back to take a shower, and that was it. He himself didn't know why his limbs suddenly became weak and he collapsed on the bed.

"Doctor, how is he?" Fu Bo and Zheng Zhi also came to Xia Ze's room after hearing the news.

"It's probably because he came here from the UK, the temperature difference changed too much, and his body couldn't adapt to it, so he caught a bad cold." The team doctor said with a frown.

"I've been here for a few days, how can I not get used to it now?" Zheng Zhi asked suspiciously.

"It's hard to explain, but it's not impossible, because his body forcibly suppressed the discomfort brought by this climate before, and now it suddenly erupts." The team doctor took Xia Ze's pulse , while saying.

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