Chapter 76 Happy Chinese New Year

There is a pedestrian street about 500 meters away from the Tottenham training ground.

There are many people on the street, and there are many shops.

Yi Le was wearing a down jacket, a mask, sunglasses and a hat with the brim pressed down very low. He never thought that one day he would become a star.

But to be honest, it was really inconvenient, but he had to pretend like this, after all, if he appeared in public, it would definitely cause a boil.

This is Yile's summary in the recent period.

As for why he came to this pedestrian street, because there is a good milk tea shop here.

Europeans are used to drinking coffee, and they have no demand for milk tea, so there are few such shops in Europe, and Yile discovered this shop by accident.

Yi Le likes sweets very much, and his taste is just like that of a child.

He likes to eat fish-flavored shredded pork and pot-packed meat, and the former is a must-order dish.

And after a lot of exercise, his body is also extremely eager for sugar supplements, so Yi Le will visit this shop with a coffee shop brand but selling milk tea from time to time.

The coffee shop is very cold, and most customers just walk away after buying, and have no intention of tasting in the store.

Yi Le walked all the way to the counter with his head down. Uncle Smith raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smile, "A cup of milk tea?"

Yi Le glanced left and right, then nodded slowly.

Seeing this scene, Uncle Smith couldn't help laughing; "Yi, you're like a thief now, do you know that?"

Yi Le's whole body froze, and then he put his index finger on his lips, signaling the other party to keep his voice down.

"Don't worry, there are not many customers at this time." Uncle Smith said with a smile.

Yi Le pulled off the mask and said with a wry smile, "I swear, this feels really bad."

Uncle Smith leaned on the counter with both hands, and said cheerfully: "How many players are trying to be famous, but you look disgusted. I really don't know what to say."

Yi Le shrugged helplessly and said: "Being famous also means that there is no freedom. A cup of cantaloupe milk tea, thank you."

"OK.

"Uncle Smith quickly adjusted a cup of cantaloupe milk tea and handed it over.

Yi Le reached out to take it and took a sip, only to see him shiver.

so cold!

"Ice water again?"

"Europeans don't drink hot water, you have to adapt here."

Yi Le shook his head helplessly, he couldn't figure out why these Europeans still drink cold water in the winter.

Is the hot water bad?

How healthy!

Uncle Smith is a white lily, and he only discovered such a star among his regular customers by accident.

For Yi Le's visit to their store, Uncle Smith welcomed them with both hands.

And this has become a little secret for the two of them.

Although Uncle Smith wants to show off that he has such a relationship with his number one star player, what if Yi Le doesn't come anymore if he says it out?

Therefore, he kept his mouth shut.

"How's the sales of milk tea?"

Yi Le asked casually.

Uncle Smith wiped the cup and said, "It's very miserable. Apart from you, only some Asian students came to buy it."

"Then why didn't you take it off the shelves?" Yi Le asked curiously.

Uncle Smith glanced at Yi Le and said with a smile: "Because of you! Our core midfielder, you have the right to let me keep this menu!"

"Thank you, Smith, your concoction of milk tea is great!"

"How's the recent status?"

Yi Le said with a casual smile, "Not bad!"

Uncle Smith looked expectantly: "We will beat Florence at home, right?"

Yi Le smiled honestly and said, "As you wish!"

"Great! Give me five!"

Snapped! ! !

After the two clapped their hands, Yi Le was about to say goodbye.

"How much?"

"No money!" Uncle Smith said with a smile: "I heard that some time ago, it was a very important festival in China, and the family members would gather together on that day. It must be very sad for you not to be able to go back, so this is my little compensation. "

"Yi! Happy Chinese New Year!"

Yi Le was stunned for a moment, a warm current surged in his heart, and said: "This gift is great!"

 …

In February, the land of China was still immersed in the Spring Festival holiday, but Yi Le, who was far away in Europe, could not feel the excitement of the New Year in the past.

There is no concept of Spring Festival in England.

When Yi Le returned to the villa, he found Pere running on the treadmill.

Pere got off the treadmill, then wiped his face with a towel hanging on the handrail, and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Yi Le shook his head and said, "It's not too bad, I'm going to go to the backyard for ball training."

"Do you want me to accompany you?" Pere asked.

Yi Le walked up the stairs without looking back: "Whatever!"

Five minutes later, the two were on the lawn for ball training.

Pere stepped on the football, watching the football move like an elf under Yi Le's feet, and couldn't help being amazed.

How did you develop your sense of the ball?

Pere was sure that he had seen this kind of free and easy movement in the Brazilian.

Yi Le practiced the ball for a while and kicked the football to Perret. Perret unloaded the ball easily, and his basic skills are very good.

"Sir, should I contact the shot?"

Pere asked unexpectedly; "Why do you think so?"

Yi Le said a little depressed: "I always feel that when I attack, my threat is not enough, and I don't have the ability to directly penetrate the opponent's gate."

"You want to practice long-range shots?"

Yi Le nodded slightly and said, "Do you have a suitable candidate?"

Shooting coach!

Pere pondered for a moment, then said, "Doesn't your club have a shooting coach?"

Yi Le froze for a moment: "Is there?"

Tottenham have a dedicated shooting coach named Alan Russell.

But this shooting coach is almost a stranger to Yi Le. After all, the shooting coach teaches around the striker, and at this point in time, Yi Le probably practiced interception with the defensive coach.

"Alan Russell should have a good ability. He can train a shooter like Harry Kane and obviously has excellent teaching ability." Pere said: "You can tell Alan Russell, one A good shooting coach is hard to find."

"Okay." Yi Le nodded and continued to contact the ball.

At around six o'clock in the afternoon, Pere cooked a table of Chinese food himself.

It's all home-cooked food, and Pere seems to have learned it very well, and it tastes good.

After dinner, Yi Le called Harry Kane to ask about shooting coach Alan Russell.

Alan Russell is also a retired player. His career is not too famous, and he has no achievements as a shooter.

But he can't shoot by himself, but this guy can teach others how to shoot, and his teaching ability is very good.

Harry Kane's front-goal skills were all taught by Russell.

 …

On the second day, after the basic training, the players began to train individually by different coaches according to their respective positions.

The strikers began to practice shooting under the leadership of Alan Russell.

The midfielders and defenders practice interception and steals under the leadership of defensive coach Tebes.

Captain Lori followed the goalkeeper coach for daily firefighting training.

The entire training ground is divided into three waves.

Tebes is a strict defensive coach, and his temper is also very bad, and he will roar loudly for a long time.

"Decisive! Be decisive when defending! What are you doing Dell? I told you to block, not to run behind Carol's ass!"

Tebes began to growl again.

This made Eric Dale's face turn red, and he stood in front of Carol sullenly.

Thomas Carroll blinked and teased, "Dale, why are you standing in front of me? Aren't you following behind?"

Eric Dell turned his head and grinned, as if labor and management would bite you if you were in BB.

Yi Le stood at the end of the entire echelon, but at this time he was not focused enough and did not actively participate in the defense.

From time to time, he looked at Sun Xingmin and others who were practicing shooting in front of the left hemisphere.

Yi Le stared at them, carefully observed their movements when shooting, and made some slight simulations with his body.

However, he didn't see a ball flying towards him in a hurry.

boom! ! !

Whoops! ! ! !

With a cry of pain, Yi Le felt stares in his eyes. He was kicked in the head by a football that was passed suddenly, and he fell to the ground.

And as Yi Le fell, Tebes' roar followed closely.

"Which bastard lost his mind?!!!"

Seeing Tebes approaching aggressively, Yi Le jumped up from the ground in fright.

"Teach... Coach, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be distracted!"

Seeing Tebes walking towards Yi Le, Eric Dell on the side looked like he was watching a show, and gloated: "Yi will be reprimanded."

Thomas Carroll also shrugged, and said: "This is not the first time that he is prone to distraction. It is difficult for this guy to concentrate except for the game."

Defensive coach Tebes said with a gloomy face: "Yi, my defense class is boring, isn't it?"

Yi Le lowered his head, leaned his hands on his back, and rubbed one foot on the ground, like a primary school student who made a mistake, and said, "I was wrong, coach!"

I.........

Tebes almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

One word from Yi Le made him lose his temper.

With such an attitude of admitting his mistakes, what else could he do?

A few words of scolding at most, as for corporal punishment?

Now Yi Le is the absolute core of Tottenham. He is tired enough to fight in two lines. If he is given physical punishment, will he still play?

And Yi Le's inability to concentrate is nothing new except for games.

This guy can be distracted when the head coach Boas is talking about tactics, let alone Tebes, a defensive coach.

Unless this guy is particularly interested, then don't try to stop the little guy from wandering.

This is a problem that even Boas has a headache.