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Chapter 101 King of Volume
When Tang Xingmei reached the stairs on the underground first floor, she heard a series of muffled bangs coming from the direction of the gym inside.

She walked over and saw her husband running on the treadmill.

The swinging of arms drives the legs, leaving afterimages on the treadmill.

You can see how fast it is.

Seeing her husband running so focused, Tang Xingmei did not disturb him immediately. Instead, she leaned against the door frame and stared quietly at her husband's muscular back.

His naked upper body was covered in sweat, which reflected the light as if it were covered with oil.

As his arms swung, sweat was thrown out and splashed onto the floor next to the treadmill.

Tang Xingmei was fascinated by this ordinary scene and did not find the waiting boring.

She didn't walk forward until Wang Lie started to slow down and his footsteps became less frequent.

She also deliberately stepped heavier to make noise, to alert her husband that someone was coming behind him.

Sure enough, he heard the noise and looked back while running.

Then he saw his wife.

"Don't take my father's words last night to heart. He was just talking nonsense." Tang Xingmei said to her husband.

After dinner yesterday, her father Tang Lingfeng hoped that Wang Lie could score more goals in the weekend match against Witton Hill, and said something like "A man who does not seek revenge is not a gentleman."

This caused her mother Wei Qin to blame her husband for talking nonsense after drinking, and the two even had a small quarrel.

Wang Lie hurriedly came out to smooth things over, saying that he would go all out in the game and try to score more goals, and told his mother-in-law not to worry about him.

"Dad is right," Wang Lie said to his wife as he jogged to relax. "I do want to score more goals and perform better. But it's not for revenge. Xiao Feng and I have no grudge against each other."

"Why is that?" Tang Xingmei asked.

Wang Lie further slowed down, adjusted his breathing rate, and then explained to his wife: "Next year's World Cup can be said to be my last chance. If I want to win the World Cup, not only do I have to become stronger, but my teammates too. Xiaochi is performing very well now in order to compete with me. I hope Xiaofeng can also further improve himself."

"He is the main central defender at Witten Hill, and Witten Hill has ranked well this season. Isn't this performance good?" the wife asked.

"Of course it's good, but it can be better. I want to stimulate him a little bit. I feel like he's been a little slack lately."

Tang Xingmei frowned and asked, "How did you feel that?"

"During this national team training camp, I felt that when he played against me, he was not as tough as in the last match..."

Before her husband could finish his words, Tang Xingmei couldn't help laughing: "You still say you're not seeking revenge... You compare it to the last time you two competed. Why don't you think about whether your physical condition back then is the same as it is now?"

At this time, Wang Lie had already transitioned from jogging to brisk walking. He was stunned for a moment when he heard his wife's words. He smiled, then restrained his smile and shook his head, saying, "It's not only because of the change in my physical condition before and after, but also because of other details. It's hard for me to explain to you clearly. Anyway, I just think he needs to work harder. Maybe it's too easy to qualify for the World Cup, so he didn't put more pressure on himself. So I'm going to increase the intensity for him."

Tang Xingmei didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You, the King of Rolls, it's not enough for you to roll up your teammates, you also roll up your opponents..."

"Xiao Feng is also my teammate, a national team member." Wang Lie answered as a matter of course.

Tang Xingmei shook her head. She was obviously used to her husband's thoughts and actions. She had just made a few jokes.

Then she asked, "Do you want to continue?"

Wang Lie nodded: "More."

"Okay, I'll go upstairs and make breakfast."

Tang Xingmei turned around and left the gym, and soon the sound of footsteps became increasingly dense behind her.

Wang Lie started running on the treadmill again.

This treadmill is not the kind where you have to set the speed first and then let the treadmill carry you.

Instead, it can automatically adjust the track speed according to its own speed.

Wang Lie swung his legs and increased his speed again, accelerating until he felt that his feet could not keep up with the rhythm, then he gradually slowed down.

Although I slowed down, I didn't completely walk, nor was I jogging.

What he meant by slowing down was just slower than the maximum speed just now.

After running at this speed for a while, he sped up again after he felt his body had recovered.

There was a sound of dense footsteps in the gym.

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"In tomorrow's game, we will use a complete system to restrict Wang and his teammates, separating him from Vitini and Dean. Wang will often retreat to support during the game, and then turn around and sprint forward..."

Before the last training session of the day before the game, Witton Hill head coach Carlo Lamanna explained the tactical arrangements to the players in English with an Italian accent.

When he said that "Wang would often retreat to support, and then turn around and sprint forward", he did it very naturally, as if it was a very normal thing.

But in fact this is very abnormal!

It is not something that can be taken for granted that a 38-year-old veteran still has the physical strength to support him to play like this.

In fact, just a month ago, Ramanna was still amazed by Wang Lie's performance. He couldn't understand how Wang Lie had changed from a 38-year-old veteran to the current one with full firepower and in great form...

But now he no longer dwells on this issue.

Since the match with Wang Lie was just around the corner, there was no point in dwelling on the reasons.

He was just a football coach, not a scientist. He didn't need to figure out why Wang Lie had changed like this, he just needed to figure out how to deal with such a Wang Lie.

"Feng." He called Feng Qiyuan's name.

"You are fast and can turn quickly, so in the game, if Wang moves out, you should follow him immediately. Even if he retreats to the midfield, you should follow him!"

Feng Qiyuan's eyes widened, thinking he had heard wrongly. He could only ask the head coach for confirmation: "Should I follow him if he retreats to midfield?"

"Follow!" Ramanna gave him a very affirmative answer, "Follow all the way, whether it's on the wing or in the middle, follow me!"

Such an arrangement sounds exaggerated.

The reason why Ramanna made such an arrangement was actually to make full use of Feng Qiyuan's understanding of his national team teammate Wang Lie, as well as his own technical characteristics and playing style, to restrict Wang Lie.

In LaManna's opinion, it is much better to designate one person to defend Wang Lie than to use zone defense. Because of zone defense, Wang Lie is guarded by different Witten Hill players in different zones. This will cause problems in the handover of players between defense zones.

In fact, many goals in football matches are caused by the attacking side taking advantage of the defending side's blurred defensive responsibilities and players' lack of concentration in some boundary areas.

As for Feng Qiyuan, after he went to follow Wang Lie, the defense area he was originally responsible for was of course handed over to other people.

So Ramanna plans to field a five-defender formation in this game.

Among the three central defenders, Feng Qiyuan has a flexible position and is not responsible for other defensive tasks. He only follows Wang Lie.

In this way, even if Wang Lie runs around, he will not disrupt his defense line.

But this also places high demands on Feng Qiyuan.

He had to follow Wang Lie all the time and not be left behind.

No matter where Wang Lie appears, he has to defend Wang Lie together with his teammates in that position, but his teammates are only assisting him in defense, he is the main force.

I have to fight with Brother Wang like this for the entire game.

For him, it is both a challenge and a test.

However, after Feng Qiyuan confirmed the head coach's arrangement, he nodded without hesitation: "Okay, boss. I know what to do."

He remembered his wife's words:

Be a fearless ignorant...

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Liu Zhong, wearing a special vest for media reporters, looked at the reporters holding cameras and mobile phones in the three rows in front of him, and couldn't help but complain to Guo Xuequan next to him:
"Wow, this is such a big scene, I thought we were back to the 'China Derby' from more than a decade ago."

More than a decade ago, there were very few Chinese players who could play football in Europe, let alone the Premier League.

It is a big event in Chinese football for two Chinese players to meet in a European competition at the same time.

All Chinese sports journalists need to join in the fun, otherwise it would be unprofessional.

The Chinese media calls it the "China Derby".

But with more and more Chinese players appearing in European competitions, no one has been hyping up the "China Derby" for a long time.

After all, the "Chinese Derby" is often staged and is not a rare thing. If the match between two Chinese players is reported with the same intensity as before, all Chinese media will have to invest two to three times more reporters, and it may not be able to arouse the interest of Chinese fans.

Apart from some important matches - such as the match between Tyne and Scouse some time ago - everyone just reported other matches as ordinary matches.

The fact that the "China Derby" has been neglected actually just goes to show how strong Chinese football is now - there is no need to hype these concepts to catch people's attention, and Chinese fans are no longer interested in such vanity.

But today, before the match between Tyne and Witton Hill, Liu Zhong saw again the "grand occasion" when he first entered the football journalist industry.

Even more than that.

After all, the "China Derby" was just hype by Chinese journalists, and it was just something the Chinese people did to entertain themselves behind closed doors.

As for today's "China Derby", most of the reporters who came to report on the scene had European and American faces, and the majority were from European media.

"Well, since Tyne is competing for the Champions League qualification, every game of Tyne will attract a lot of attention. Everyone wants to see how long they can last..." Guo Xuequan next to him held up his mobile phone and pointed it at the players from both sides who were shaking hands on the field, while answering Liu Zhong beside him.

These English reporters are certainly not here to support any "China Derby".

They came here with only one purpose, which was to witness Tyne's "Road to the Champions League".

If Tyne wins, it will be another step towards the Champions League goal.

But if they lose... then they can also hype up Wang Lie's great goal of going bankrupt after just two rounds of the league, and compete for the record of the fastest failure.

In short, it’s a win-win for the media.

"Oh, it's just like a vulture circling in the sky waiting for its prey to die..." Liu Zhong sighed. "Don't be a literary youth, we are also vultures." Guo Xuequan reminded him to work hard.

Under the gaze of countless cameras, the main central defender of the home team Witton Hill, Chinese international Feng Qiyuan, walked up to the captain of the visiting team Tyne, Wang Lie, and extended his hand to Wang Lie in advance.

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"Sorry, Brother Wang, I will give my all in this game." Feng Qiyuan said while shaking hands with Wang Lie.

Wang Lie laughed: "You apologized right away, I thought you were going to let me off..."

Feng Qiyuan grinned: "You must be joking, Brother Wang, how dare I let you win when playing against you?"

Wang Lie said solemnly: "That's great. I will also try my best. If you have the ability, shut me out again."

When Feng Qiyuan heard Brother Wang bringing up the old matter, his heart skipped a beat and he instinctively wanted to make some excuses, but his teammates behind him were almost sticking to him, waiting to shake hands with Wang Lie.

If he continued to stand there, he would not only hinder his teammates, but would also look weird and make himself the focus of the court.

When the time comes, I'll bring up the last match between the two of them. Who knows what those people on the Internet will associate with it...

So he had no choice but to walk to the next Tyne player, their goalkeeper Elliot Goetz.

He looked back one last time and saw that Brother Wang had already turned to the next Witton Hill player who was walking over. The two men separated their hands as soon as they touched, and that was it.

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"Feng is the main defender of the Chinese team, and he is also an absolute main force in Witten Hill. This game will be a contest between the spear and shield of the Chinese team. Whether Feng can successfully freeze Wang together with his teammates like the last time they met will be the key to whether Witten Hill can win at home in this game..."

"Witton Hill's performance this season is also very good. They are currently ranked eighth in the league and still have hope of qualifying for next season's European competition..."

The game had just started for six minutes and the commentators were still introducing some basic situations when Wang Lie and Feng Qiyuan collided on the field.

Tyne launched an attack and Sonny Dean passed the ball to the middle.

As soon as Wang Lie received the ball, Feng Qiyuan rushed over from the side, stuck to him without any hesitation, and used his hands and feet to interfere with Wang Lie's possession of the ball.

Wang Lie tried to turn around, but failed due to Feng Qiyuan's tough defense.

So he passed the ball back to Van Ginkel who was making a forward run.

He then turned and ran into the Witton Hill penalty area.

Feng Qiyuan also quickly followed, not caring at all that Van Ginkel had the ball just five or six meters in front of him.

His main task in this game is to defend Wang Ge. As for other Tyne players, of course other Witton Hill players will take care of them.

So did he succeed in defending against Wang Lie just now?
Feng Qiyuan didn't dare to think so...

As long as Brother Wang scores a goal in this game, his defense against Brother Wang will not be considered successful!

The game has just begun, he won't think about those boring things.

His mind is now full of the confrontation with Brother Wang, and he is doing his best to defend Brother Wang.

Feng Qiyuan ignored Van Ginkel because he believed that his teammates would not ignore Tyne's main attacking midfielder.

Sure enough, when he went after Wang Lie, Witton Hill's defensive midfielder Ibrahim Lemanger came up to hold off Van Ginkel.

Van Ginkel was unable to dribble the ball forward for a while, so he could only pass the ball to the side to the left-back Charlie Cohen who came in from behind.

At the same time, Vitini cut diagonally into the ribs from the wing.

He originally wanted to use his movement to take away Witton Hill's full-back and create an opportunity for Cohen to cross from the wing.

As a result, Witten Hill lined up in a 532 formation in this game, with their five defenders lined up in a row on the back line.

Because Wang Lie advanced into the penalty area and Feng Qiyuan followed him in retreat, Witten Hill now has three central defenders in the penalty area and the flanks are well protected.

Their full-backs didn't need to follow back.

So Vitini entered the box but failed to take out Wittenhill right back Jakub Stapovic.

Charlie Cohen was a little embarrassed after catching the ball.

He couldn't dribble the ball down the field and cross it because he had to face the defense of Wittenhill's right-back Stapovic.

Seeing this, Vitini hurriedly ran back to the corner of the penalty area to meet Cohen, while Witton Hill's right center back David Johnston followed.

Seeing that Vitini did not break away from the defense, Cohen passed the ball back to Van Ginkel.

Van Ginkel also faced the defense of Wittenhill midfielder Le Manger.

Then Van Ginkel passed the ball horizontally to his midfielder teammate Ramosa.

When Ramosa received the ball, there were also Witten Hill players in front of him.

He then transferred the ball to the right, where the right-back Barnabas received the ball.

In this way, Tyne shifted the attack from the left to the right.

But the situation on the right is no different from that on the left.

Witton Hill seemed very pragmatic at their home ground, just like their season goal.

Five defenders, three central midfielders and two forwards together make up Witton Hill's defense.

The three lines remained compact, shifting the defensive focus as Tyne shifted the direction of attack.

The gaps between people are relatively small and no space can be found for the time being.

If the offense passes the ball back and forth in this orderly manner, it will be difficult to break through the defense line.

Seeing this, Sonny Dean also withdrew from the restricted area to support Barnabas.

After Barnabas passed the ball to him, he sprinted forward, as if he was going to play a wall-to-wall match with Dean.

At the same time, Ramosa also entered the penalty area from the front.

The movement of the two of them affected the defensive players of Witten Hill.

Jaroslav Planka, the left center back of Witton Hill who was originally in front of Dean, was attracted by Ramosa's running position, creating an opportunity for Dean to kick and cross the ball. He immediately crossed the ball at a 45-degree angle on the ribs!
The football made an arc and flew towards the goal of Witton Hill.

Because the window for passing the ball was very short and fleeting, Dean's cross was hasty.

The quality of this pass is naturally not very good.

Goalkeeper David Bennett in front of Witton Hill goal had already shouted, reminding his teammates that he was going to come out to get the ball.

Logically speaking, as a defender, you can breathe a sigh of relief.

But Feng Qiyuan didn't dare to think so.

Because the one he is defending today is...Brother Wang, Wang Lie!

Sure enough, just as the football flew towards the goal and the goalkeeper yelled and prepared to come out to pick up the ball, Feng Qiyuan felt a tangible sense of oppression coming from behind him.

Fortunately, he was prepared, otherwise he would have been knocked away by this blow!
He opened his arms and tried his best to block Brother Wang's path with his body.

Then he felt Brother Wang's hands rubbing at his open arms and shoulders, as if trying to get around him.

He then adjusted his steps sideways to make sure he could always stay in front of Brother Wang.

In this process, of course, he had to confront Brother Wang behind him head-on.

Fortunately, he didn't have to hold out for too long.

The football had already flown in front of Witton Hill's goal. Goalkeeper Bennett jumped up, stretched out his arms, and caught the ball in the air.

Feng Qiyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, he felt the force coming from behind him suddenly increased a lot, and he was caught off guard and was pushed to the ground.

The referee's whistle and the harsh boos from the stands behind the goal sounded at the same time.

"Foul! Wang pushed Feng down in front of the goal!"

"It can be seen that Wang has a strong desire to win today..."

"This is the first time that the two Chinese players have faced off in this game! In the 15th round of the league, Feng once shut out Wang! Wang's push was somewhat personal...ha!"

"Wang Lie made a move with his hands. It was because of this that he was called for a foul..."

the commentators all said.

Feng Qiyuan, who was lying on the ground, looked back and saw Brother Wang standing there with his hands spread out, complaining to the referee who called a foul on him: "I didn't use any strength..."

Then he turned to look at Feng Qiyuan and asked him loudly: "Why did you suddenly lose your strength?"

Feng Qiyuan was startled. He was indeed relieved when he found out that the ball was about to be caught by his teammate, the goalkeeper. At the same time, he also withdrew his strength to fight against Brother Wang...

"Focus!" Wang Lie ignored the referee and the other Witton Hill players who were complaining and roaring at him with their arms open, and pointed to his temple and said to Feng Qiyuan.

After saying that, he turned and ran out of the restricted area without continuing to defend himself.

Feng Qiyuan was pulled up from the ground by Bennett: "Good defense, Feng! Just defend him like this!"

His teammates slapped him hard on the shoulders and back.

Feng Qiyuan, however, was not happy at all.

He stared at Brother Wang's back, and had an indescribable strange feeling - how could you remind your opponent to concentrate during a game? Shouldn't you hope that your opponent won't concentrate?
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PS, again, there is no time to check, if there are typos, please leave a message to remind me.

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