"Ah!" Xilin screamed behind Chu Zhongtian. "Damn physical training!!"

Sullivan was not as exaggerated as him, but looking at his face, it was obviously not good.

They were running lap, and this was already the tenth lap. For Chu Zhongtian, it was just four thousand meters, but for many of his teammates, it was four thousand meters like hell. Because this was not an ordinary running lap, the kind of running lap was a constant speed, and four thousand meters could still bear it. These four thousand meters were running 4 thousand meters under the rhythm of the coach's whistle. Ingrich's whistle became rapid, and everyone had to speed up the sprint. The whistle disappeared and slowed down. Not long after, the rapid whistle sounded again, and these players had to sprint again. Sometimes if his whistle kept going, the players even had to sprint for 400 meters. For those who were not physically healthy, such repeated sprints made them feel as if they were burned in their throats. The legs were not their own legs, and the lungs were not their own lungs.

The sound of the whistle sounded and ended was completely irregular, and it seemed to look completely at Ingrich's mood. He blew it when he thought of it, and did not blow it when he couldn't think of it. A group of people not only had to run away, but also had to guess in their hearts when the next whistle sounded, which was exhausted both physically and mentally.

"You can still shout out, which means you are not tired yet, Joe!" Eames shouted from the side. "Accelerate!!"

With his roar, Ingrich's rapid whistle immediately rang.

"f...*!" Xilin Xue became smart this time. He lowered his head and cursed in a low voice. He had to speed up his sprint under his feet, and he felt that he was almost dead.

"I can't stand it if I only have 4,000 meters? On the field, the distance between each of you is at least between 9,000 and 14,000 meters! Look at Chu! He is a Chinese student, and he can run more than you!" Eames shouted loudly on the sidelines. Everyone's eyes were not very friendly when they looked at Chu Zhongtian's back...

This is the team's third training. Eames has been doing physical training and has never conducted ball training. This has made many people very upset, including Russell and Borger, especially Russell. His physical fitness is very poor. Their strength is ball training. As long as there is a football under his feet, it will be like fish in water.

But Eames doesn't care about that, he hopes to make the team's physical fitness look so good in the shortest time. As for technical and tactical training, that doesn't matter. Wimbledon was not a technical team that was good at playing on the ground and had excellent footwork. There were no good tactics in the amateur league. Everyone was the same-the traditional British long pass.

Playing foot skills in the amateur league, meticulous ground cooperation is a quest for death. In amateur games, referees' mastery of rules is not as strict as professional leagues. Many referees don't even understand the rules themselves. You can't expect the physical education teachers and international referees to be at the same level, right? Collide, pull people, small moves, and fouls are basically turned a blind eye and let them go. The longer the football stays under the feet, the more dangerous it is to hold the players' feet, and it will delay the team's offense and even cause the ball to be lost.

In short, the price-performance ratio of tactical drills that are too complex in the amateur league is very low. Players with too outstanding skills can easily become the target of public criticism on the court. After a game, they don’t know how many times they will be tackled by someone. No matter how good the skills are, they cannot withstand the impact of almost ignoring the rules. Once they encounter injuries, a star of tomorrow is likely to fall.

Under the characteristics of the amateur league and the guiding ideology of Eames, Chu Zhongtian has become the most dazzling star in the team over the past few days of training. Because his physical fitness is the best in the team.

Every time he ran the lap, the easiest person was Chu Zhongtian. Russell and the others could only lie on the ground and breathe heavily, and they didn't even have the strength to move their fingers. Chu Zhongtian could still walk around and easily complete the next turn-back sprint run.

This is enough for those teammates to call him "farmers" privately. If they knew that all this was Chu Zhongtian's achievements after running 6,000 meters, what kind of expression would they have?

Chu Zhongtian was still sticking to his warm-up plan. Every time he came to Kingston to train, he didn't take the convenient bus, but had to run by himself, although it only took fifteen minutes to take the bus. He ran alone on the tree-shaded highway, sweating made him feel very good and comfortable. He was as if he had drained all the toxic substances in his body through sweat, and it was easy to go up and down. Just need a while to rest, he wanted to run away again. He was not afraid of exhaustion of energy, but he was worried that his body would not move for too long and had rusted. So he had to take the opportunity to stretch out the rusted joints. The more he ran, the more he felt that the force that bound his body was weakening, and the more he ran, the clearer the heartbeat in his body was.

Run and run, facing the afternoon sun, run west to the King's Ranch, and then continue running on the green court. He may be the only person who doesn't feel boring and painful physical training, because he can get a sense of fun from running - he feels like coal, his body burning in the afternoon sun, burning the coldness that penetrates the bone marrow and burning a thick layer of shell. It also seems like a lightning bolt slashing on the stones of Huaguo Mountain, and a monkey pops up, and he looks like a newborn.

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The running lane that made the players hate deeply was finally over. Everyone wailed and lay down on the ground, unwilling to get up. Only Chu Zhongtian was still walking around slowly, slowing his heartbeat and returning to normal.

His whole body was soaked in sweat. At first glance, he looked like a chicken that had just been caught out of the water. His hair was soaked by sweat and was tightly pressed on his forehead. The sweat on his cheeks formed a stream, flowing down his neck, wetting his T-shirt. The front and back ends of the sky blue shorts also turned dark blue due to sweat. The sweat on his arms shone in the sun. With a wave of his hand, the water droplets were thrown out in strings. The clothes were probably all water after taking off and twisting.

Everyone was sitting, and only he walked around everyone around them, which naturally became the focus of attracting the audience's attention.

"Is the Chinese physical fitness so good? Sun is also a Chinese? I think his physical fitness is also very good..."

"I remember China won gold medals in long-distance running before, but they were all women..."

"It's so scary... It's true that centralized rule can create such a terrible machine..."

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"You can just run. It's useless to be able to run!" Hearing the comments of his teammates, Borger said disdainfully.

"Damn it, when the ball training begins, I want this kid to make a fool of himself!" Russell said gritting his teeth. He knew that Chu Zhongtian's feet had not been very good, because he had been paying attention to this Chinese boy who had been teased by him but humiliated him in turn.

"That's right, Alai!" Borge laughed when he thought of Chu Zhongtian's poor performance once he started training. He had already thought of at least ten ways to mock the clumsy Chinese. Now it seems that it's better to be in the same team as that Chinese boy, because they have more opportunities to tease each other, and they are just teasing openly.

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"This kid's physical fitness is really good and surprising..." Assistant coach Ingrich also commented on Chu Zhongtian, who had just made a big splash in physical training. "The endurance is good, and the explosiveness is not bad. Unfortunately, on the pass..." He still remembers Chu Zhongtian's performance after cutting off the ball in that trial game. If he could score ninety points by breaking Russell's pass, then his later pass in the offense would be at most fifty. He passed the 60s, but he failed.

Eames shrugged, "That can be practiced slowly. He is only nineteen years old. He has good physical fitness but can come in handy immediately. I like players who are good physical fitness and have the strength to do it."

"So, you are going to let him play next month's friendly match?"

Unexpectedly, Eames did not nod very simply, but said, "Let's talk about it then. I haven't thought about it for so long. Now we still need physical training."

Ingrich laughed: "You are physically good when you play football..."

Ims has a good impression of Chu Zhongtian. Could there be such a reason? Perhaps in Chu Zhongtian, Ims saw his young self...

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PS, the first update is given~~~

Chu Zhongtian's technical incompetence will become an advantage in the future, because he does not have so many messy bad habits and can be re-trained~ In the future, Chu Zhongtian is definitely not a defensive midfielder who only knows how to run and bump.

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Chapter completed!