Zhang Kuang stood on the court, wiping a layer of sweat from his forehead with a calm expression, as if the forty-five minutes just now were just an ordinary warm-up.
The players of Team A were all livid because they had to run 10 laps. They looked at Zhang Kuang with eyes that were filled with joy and hatred.
What I appreciate is that this time there really is a super offensive king. What I hate is that this new guy doesn't know how to behave. It's almost enough. It's a 3:3 draw. It doesn't matter who I am. Team A doesn't have to run around.
But this guy has to play 5:3. Isn't this trying to kill the old players?
Vidić squatted on the ground, holding his knees with both hands, breathing heavily. He looked at the grass clippings on the turf, and his mind went blank.
How many times had he been beaten by an eighteen-year-old young man? He couldn't remember. He only knew that he lost every time he fought.
Ferdinand stood next to Vidić, with his hands on his hips, looking at Zhang Kuang in the distance with complicated eyes. He has played for Premier League for almost ten years, and has defended against Henry, Drogba, Torres, and Agüero.
But he has never encountered such an opponent. He is fast, powerful, and skilled. Moreover, he does not play according to common sense. When you think you can use technology to defend against him, he will use his last trump card: directly attack you with his body, and you can't do anything to him.
Van der Sar picked the ball out of the goal and kicked it.
He conceded five goals.
five.
Although it was only a training match, and although his condition has not fully recovered, conceding five goals is a shame for a world-class goalkeeper.
Rooney stood near the middle circle, looking at Zhang Kuang with a complicated expression.
But when he thought about Zhang Kuang going back to United States, his complicated expression became happy. Berbatov stood next to Rooney, saying nothing.
The Bulgarian usually looks very calm and elegant, but at this moment, his calmness and elegance are a bit unbearable. He is number 9.
He is a striker.
He and Zhang Kuang are in direct competition. If Zhang Kuang performed like this in every game, he wouldn't even be able to sit on the bench.
In short, every player has different moods.
At this time, Ferguson yelled, "Team A, what are you still doing? Is there a halftime break? Hurry up and run 10 laps, not one meter less. You must finish the race, or you will have no food."
Team B, run three laps. Don't think you'll be fine. Hurry up and run. Zhang, you run too. It's great if you score 5 goals. Why don't you give more of the 5 goals to the team? Where's your sense of teamwork? Run, hurry up."
At first, Team A was still wailing, and then Team B heard that they were also going to run away, and they were immediately confused.
But after Ferguson also scolded Zhang Kuang, the people in team A and team B suddenly felt that the situation was not so bad. Wasn't it true that the most powerful one was also criticized?
We call you crazy and you know how to score goals. Are you now the same as us?
Hehe!
Ten laps.
Four thousand meters.
For professional players, this distance is nothing, but running four thousand meters after just playing a high-intensity match for 45 minutes is another matter.
The players of Team A were like eggplants beaten by frost, dragging heavy steps around the training ground. Ferdinand ran at the front, followed closely by Vidić. Both of them looked unhappy. It was not because they were tired, but because they were embarrassed.
An eighteen-year-old rookie scored four goals, assisted one, and all five goals were related to him - if this was spread, Premier League those forwards wouldn't laugh to death?
The players of team B ran in the last section of the three laps. Park Ji-sung ran at the front. South Korea's physical fitness was as good as ever. Owen followed behind, panting heavily, but with a smile on his lips. He scored an empty goal today. Although it was the cake fed by Zhang Kuang, it was still a goal.
Zhang Kuang ran at the back of team B, walking as easily as a walk.
His physical fitness is already good, and after upgrading, his physical fitness has increased by 20%. For him, the four thousand meters is no different from warming up.
But he just ran in the middle and didn't want to look too conspicuous.
In fact, he is already eye-catching enough.
Ferguson stood on the sidelines with his arms folded across his chest, looking at the players running circles with no emotion or anger on his expression.
Mike·Phelan stood next to him, holding a tactical notebook in his hand, writing and drawing on it.
"Sir," Phelan lowered his voice, "You have seen Zhang's performance. At this level, let alone adapting to Premier League, it is no problem to start directly. The same problem is, how to use him and Berbatov? If you continue to use 442, the two of them will play next, and they won't play Rooney, right?"
Ferguson did not answer the call.
Of course he saw it and thought about it. He had been thinking about this issue from the beginning.
Not only did he see it, he also looked at it more carefully than anyone else and saw the different abilities of Zhang Kuang.
Zhang Kuang's five goals: The first one was a long-range shot after taking the ball with his back, which relied on physical confrontation and shooting power. The second one was an assist, which relied on his calm handling after a single shot.
The third is a forced breakthrough under two-person defense, relying on technique and explosive power. The fourth is heading, relying on bounce and aerial confrontation. The fifth is a one-stop, relying on speed, dribbling and finishing ability.
Five ways to score goals, five different abilities.
What does this mean?
It shows that Zhang Kuang is not the kind of striker who only knows one trick. He can use his body to attack hard, can use technology to break through, can header the ball, can shoot from long range, and can make a stop.
There are not many strikers like this in the entire football world.
"I know." Ferguson finally spoke, "Maybe we have to make a difficult choice, but don't worry, let's put this issue aside for now.
Actually, I'm thinking about another question, maybe we need to hide Zhang Xian before September."
Phelan was stunned for a moment. "Why?"
Ferguson turned to look at him.
"Mike, what do you think Chelsea, Arsenal, Liverpool, and Manchester City would do if they saw the video of today's training match?"
Phelan thought for a while.
"They will deploy new tactics against Zhang Kuang."
"More than that." Ferguson said, "They will increase their recruitment efforts and buy defenders who can guard Zhang Kuang. Especially Chelsea, Abu, who are not short of money, and the noisy neighbor next door, with the investment of the big Middle East, they are not short of money either.
If they spend money at any cost to buy two or three top centre-backs or midfielders before the transfer window closes, it will be a problem for us."
Phelan suddenly realized.
"So you want Zhang Kuang to stop playing in the warm-up match?"
Ferguson nodded.
"Just let him score one or two goals a game, don't be too outstanding. Let other teams think: Well, this China guy is indeed good, but he is not strong enough to need to be targeted specifically. Wait until the transfer window is closed, and then let him play freely."
"Brilliant." Phelan said sincerely.
Ferguson did not accept the flattery.
He looked at Zhang Kuang in the running circle and was thinking about another thing.
Should I change my playing style or win Berbatov?
In the next few days, the team continued to train and adjust. Since Zhang Kuang performed amazingly on the first day, the players tried hard to defend him, but still had little effect.
Of course, in order not to make Zhang Kuang so conspicuous, Ferguson also put a lot of pressure on team A and sent many reserve team players.
At the end of the training match that day, Zhang Kuang called out Pogba.
Youngster France is only seventeen years old this year, one year younger than Zhang Kuang, but he is already 1.88 meters tall and as thin as a bamboo pole, but he has a good technical foundation and is a good prospect who emerged from the Manchester United youth training camp.
Zhang Kuang took two quick steps and caught up with Pogba.
"Paul." He called.
Pogba turned around, a little surprised. He was not familiar with Zhang Kuang and had never spoken before. He didn't know why Zhang Kuang called him.
"Huh?"
"In the training match just now, you played too softly." Zhang Kuang said.
Pogba's expression stiffened.
"There were a few balls that you could have attacked in advance, but you retreated. Retreating is not a problem. The problem is that you did not block the passing line after retreating, which means retreating in vain." Zhang Kuang's tone was very calm, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing.
Pogba opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Zhang Kuang didn't give him a chance.
"You are the midfielder, the hub of transition between offense and defense. If you are weak, the whole team will be weak. Remember, give me the best midfield support in the future. Now if you are more serious, if you are not serious, I will beat your ass. Do you hear me? I will really do it, and you can't even think about running away or transferring, otherwise I will beat you even harder."
"Ah? Beat me?"
"What else? Do you think I don't dare to beat you? Don't worry, as long as you perform well, I will protect you in Manchester United from now on, and I will let you play as the main force as soon as possible."
After saying that, Zhang Kuang patted Pogba on the back of the head and walked away in a hurry.
Pogba was stunned in place, unable to react for a long time.
When he came to his senses, Zhang Kuang had already gone away.
He touched the back of his head where he was being patted, and the expression on his face was very complicated: he felt unhappy about being taught a lesson, but more importantly, it was an indescribable... feeling of being taken seriously?
Zhang Kuang Why did you say these words to him specifically?
Because Pogba is the most promising among these young people. The most important thing is that Giggs is old, and Park Ji-sung is also old. Although Anderson is young, his advantages and disadvantages are obvious. He advances with the ball and is good at breaking through from the side. However, the penetrating through ball and passing in the middle are a lot different. He has a poor overall view and poor organizational skills.
Anderson is a few blocks behind Pogba. Manchester United's real midfield anchor is Pogba.
In the future, apart from Pogba, Rooney will make a guest appearance in the midfield organization, so Zhang Kuang needs Pogba to grow up quickly.
Zhang Kuang knows what the future Pogba will be like, World Cup champion midfielder, Golden Boy Award winner, Juventus's absolute core, Manchester United's standard king.
But that's the future Pogba.
Now Pogba is still a frizzy young man who has a lot of talent but doesn't know how to use it.
Zhang Kuang wouldn't mind helping him and supervising him.
The premise is that he must be obedient. Of course, if he is disobedient, Zhang Kuang will not be polite, and at worst, he will be beaten up.
Yes, just give him a good beating and don't worry about anything bad happening. How can there be no fights in the locker rooms of the five major leagues?
Besides, an uneducated black man like Pogba, who doesn't understand civilization and only knows how to fist, just hit him a few times and he'll be fine.
Yes, this is what Zhang Kuang planned.
Ferguson stood behind the window on the second floor of the office building and saw the scene where Zhang Kuang patted Pogba on the back of the head.
He looked at it for a few seconds and then smiled.
"This kid." He said to himself.
He saw Zhang Kuang assisting his teammates many times during training, and he also saw that he just taught Pogba a lesson. These are all tips for young people.
These two actions show that Zhang Kuang is not the kind of person who only has eyes for himself.
Ferguson turned around and walked back to his desk, picked up the tactical notebook on the desk, opened a new page, and wrote a few words:
"433--Zhang Kuang, Rooney, Berbatov."
Yes, in fact, he has been preparing this formation in his mind for a long time. It is impossible for Rooney not to be allowed to play, and it is even more impossible for Zhang Kuang not to be allowed to play. Berbatov is a player that he hates and loves at the same time. He is too spiritual, and he also wants him to play.
"Brother, when will the 'French food' thing you mentioned be arranged?" Rooney returned to the room after washing up that night, swinging the gun, and lowered his voice and asked Zhang Kuang who was playing the game.
He and Zhang Kuang have been living in the same room in order to cultivate a tacit understanding between the two.
Zhang Kuang glanced at the Heilu gun and said disdainfully, "What's the rush? We'll talk about it later United States."
"Ah? We still have to wait. It's not a big deal if we rely on our hands every day."
"Pfft, you kid, stop masturbating, it's not good for your health. When the time comes, I really want you to face a woman, so don't do it on the spot."
Rooney rubbed his hands with a look of anticipation.
"Fart, there's no way I can't do it."