Chapter 24

Chapter 24

How to become a good goalkeeper?

How can we prove that a player is already a good goalkeeper?

"physical fitness?"

Mourinho held the notebook and looked up at Zhou Liran in front of him, then put a check mark behind the line of words without hesitation.

While observing the training over the past few days, Mourinho sighed in his heart countless times that Zhou Liran in front of him had not only a face made of iron, but his entire body seemed to be made of iron, strong and durable. Combining the past information of the youth team, Mourinho can be sure that the 17-year-old boy in front of him has the excellent physical talent that many players dream of.

"Basic skills?"

Mourinho slid his right hand holding the pen down to this item, and once again made a check mark without hesitation, and raised his hand to write a note below.

[He started goalkeeper training at the age of 13. He has solid basic skills, delicate footwork, excellent dribbling, neat and swift ball-saving skills, and a keen sense of smell in front of the goal. It is necessary to continue to strengthen endurance and reaction speed training, but you cannot only train these two items, basic training should be practiced every day. ]

After the first two items, there is the "character" option that Mourinho attaches great importance to. He initially ticked it, but after he held the tip of the pen and pondered for a while, he used the pen to black out the tick and drew a question mark next to it.

A good football player must not be the type who is irritable, flamboyant, and easily gets angry. He is the last line of defense on the field. He must always remain calm and concentrate on the game no matter what happens on or off the field. If the referee does not blow the whistle to end the game or suspend the game, he must stand in front of the goal and guard against the football that may rush towards the goal at any time.

Mourinho previously gave Zhou Liran a thumbs-up on his personality because these days, whether he had signed a new agent, was being chased by reporters for interviews, or was being taken to and from get off work by him in a very high-profile manner, Zhou Liran always looked calm, which Mourinho was very satisfied with, so he gave him a thumbs-up.

But - it is also possible that this child is more receptive and does not show his emotions, or maybe he is just pretending to have a good personality?

But no matter which kind it is, whether it is a mule or a horse, you can always tell the clues by taking it out for a walk.

Mourinho quickly went through the remaining options, then put the paper and pen in his hand on the table. "I already have an idea about your training plan for the next two months of vacation. I will help you write a training plan in the next few days. When the time comes, I will give it directly to Mendes and ask him to help you arrange the people."

“Thank you, Coach!”

"No need," Mourinho waved his hand and continued, "You should rest before I finish writing the training plan. By the way, Mendes will come to pick you up to meet someone later. You can just go with him when the time comes."

Zhou Liran’s style was to nod directly, but before he nodded directly because he could roughly guess who he was going to meet and had an idea in his mind. But now Mourinho’s sudden words made Zhou Liran really unsure.

"Coach, who are you going to see?"

"You'll know when you get there."

Zhou Liran: ...

Adults are so annoying.

I really don’t want to admit that I was once such an adult.

Zhou Liran left the office and went back to the locker room to change his clothes. He checked the time. It was three o'clock in the afternoon. By the time Mendes drove him to an indoor football field, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

"I have rented this indoor football field. You can all train here in the next few months." Mendes bent down, picked up a football from the cart and threw it to Zhou Liran, "Do you want to try it now?"

Zhou Liran caught the football and held it in his arms. He explained 33 binding in his mind, but said the exact opposite. "Don't you want to meet someone? I'll wait for him to come over."

"Is that so? That's fine," Mendes nodded with a smile, "Then you sit here for a while. There are drinks and other things over here. If you want to drink, just take it. I'll go pick up that person first."

"good."

Zhou Liran watched Mendes leave, turned around and took a bottle of mineral water in his hand, but did not unscrew the cap. Instead, he placed his hand lightly on the cap, ready to unscrew it after hearing the sound of someone coming again, and then take a sip of water.

When he looked up at the man whose name Mourinho and Mendes had concealed at the same time, who might be a well-known player or a well-known coach, he exaggeratedly spat out a mouthful of water to express his shock - he was not very good at expressing these things, so he had to use props.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a noise outside, and then Mendes' voice was heard.

"Ritter, look who's here?"

Hearing the voice, Zhou Liran immediately unscrewed the water bottle, tilted his head back and took a sip of water, then looked down at Mendes who was walking towards him, and a man following behind him.

The man was wearing clothes that could be seen everywhere in the streets of Britain, and he wore a black hat that covered most of his face, so Zhou Liran did not recognize who he was at first. But when the man came up to him, pulled off his hat and raised his chin, Zhou Liran's brain buzzed: This face, this little curly hair, a traitor!

Oh no, that's not it...

Zhou Liran quickly swallowed the water in his mouth and decided not to act surprised anymore. He stood up and stretched out his hand to the newcomer. "Hello, Ronaldo, nice to meet you."

Cristiano Ronaldo, later known as C Ronaldo by the media, now known as Little Ronaldo, is a frequent guest in news media reports and the protagonist of the bloody storm in the entire British football world after the World Cup incident last year.

At that time, he was not yet the starting goalkeeper and he did not care much about these things, but even so he could hear people around him complaining about Ronaldo anytime and anywhere. His teammates were fine, so he just took them to training and stopped nagging, but when he went home, his stepfather Mr. Carter drank and cursed Ronaldo, which made Zhou Liran a little overwhelmed - Mr. Carter not only cursed, but also sought approval from Zhou Liran, a professional player, to confirm that Ronaldo was a damn traitor and he did not deserve to stay in Manchester United!

God, Mr. Carter is obviously a Chelsea fan, otherwise he would not have sent his cheap son to Chelsea's youth training... In front of the World Cup, no matter what the reason is, whether it is genuine anger, fanning the flames, or just following the trend to curse, in short, all the media and fans are on the same front.

Before this era, Zhou Liran didn’t think much of the rumors on the Internet. He would even downplay them and act as if no one had ever been scolded. But he is still an Englishman in this era, and if he didn't curse along, his citizenship would be suspected, so... In short, I can only say that, really, the four words "bloody storm" are an understatement.

"You'd better be really happy." Ronaldinho pulled the corner of his mouth indifferently, walked onto the court, and kicked the ball towards the goal. "Iron-faced Superman? You'd better really be."

Zhou Liran: ...

Oh no, the English are taking a huge blame.

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