Chapter 19 The coach takes action
Since the Olympic Games will be held next year, sports fever has begun across the country in 2007, and many new sports venues have been built even in small places like Lincheng.
As a result, various training courses have sprung up, especially badminton.
Lincheng City can be ranked in the top three in Linjiang Province in terms of badminton level and badminton atmosphere, but it also shows that it will be difficult to get ahead by playing here.
Many young athletes with good abilities have become coaches because they have no chance to prove themselves.
As soon as this coach got too many, he rolled up again.
That’s how the 81st private lesson came about - it can teach two people.
Li Yan always felt that there was some kind of indescribable pleasure in his heart. He remembered that the badminton training fees in New Taipei City before his rebirth were very exaggerated, but he couldn’t remember how exaggerated they were. Anyway, the current cost-effectiveness definitely made him sad. Cool.
The coach's surname is Ding. He is only 20 years old. His level is not very outstanding. His best result was third place in the municipal competition in Lincheng City, but he is more than enough to teach these two kids.
At least that’s what he thought. He was really relaxed and happy at first, but then...
Knowing that both Lin Zhiyuan and Li Yan had received basic training, Coach Ding nodded with satisfaction - finally there was no need to teach anything too basic.
Hearing that one had studied for a year and the other for a month, he frowned again:
"The progress between you two is too far apart. How can I teach you?"
"You mainly teach him, and I will follow." Li Yan said.
“Can you learn this?”
"After all, he is the one who gave me the money, and he is the main force."
"Huh?" Lin Zhiyuan suddenly shouted, "Wow, you have to show off here, who lost just now?"
Ding Jiao looked at the two children with great interest, raised his racket and said, "Go over and play seven balls with me each."
Twenty years old, tall and long arms, with clear muscle lines, municipal level competition Third place, a member of the city's second team... Although he retired, this is not a role that Lin and Li can match.
The little fat man stepped onto the court with confidence and left the court with a dull look in his eyes.
Seven to zero, it was a clean game. Ding Jiao didn't even use to kill the ball. He just stood on the court and was like taking a walk. Lin Zhiyuan could only look at the ball frequently and sigh.
Li Yan, who was watching the match, was not as dumbfounded as the children in the next court, but frowned:
Although Ding Jiao has prominent muscle lines, he is only 20 years old after all, and he is very thin. . It seemed that the swing speed was not very fast, but the speed of the ball completely suppressed Lin Zhiyuan who was gritting his teeth on the other side.
This is definitely not just a difference in physical strength.
Moreover, Ding Jiao's pace seemed slow, but there was nothing superfluous about it. He retreated from the front court to the back court in two or three steps, resolute and crisp, and his position was very precise.
The best result is third in the city level? With such precise and capable steps and such transparent power, he is only third in the city?
Li Yan made himself nervous. He was very curious about how high Mr. Ding's score in badminton would be based on his own system's standards.
He couldn't imagine what the scores of the provincial team, the national team, or even those top badminton players standing on top of the world, such as a certain hunk named Lin, would be.
Can you do it yourself?
Logic: Ding Jiao's ball speed suppresses Lin Zhiyuan. Every return of Lin's ball is passive. There is a level difference between the two, so Ding Jiao can use smooth footwork and easy power.
That's right, when Li Yan plays with friends who don't know how to exert power correctly, he makes all kinds of fake moves as he pleases, and walks around the court are relaxed and enjoyable.
Badminton is a hierarchical sport. When two sides who are one level behind in strength fight, it will give the impression that one of them cannot play at all.
"Isn't this the boss of the game? Or the elite monster at the end of the level that you encounter."
Li Yan thought to himself and stood opposite Ding Jiao.
Then there was an extremely embarrassing goal. He barely returned the ball from the backcourt. He could only watch the strolling coach waiting for the ball to fly in front of the net, and scored the first point with a gentle move. .
He couldn't be so passive all the time. Li Yan knew that the speed of the ball could not catch up with Coach Ding, so he pushed back hard every time he returned the ball. This surprised the coach, and he actually hit more than one shot at a time.
However, no matter how hard we work, the gap cannot be caught up. Li Yan was also defeated simply with 0:7.
"Oh, it's a pity that there is a ball in the middle. I thought you could beat him by one. It's okay. We'll beat him up next time." The little fat man actually took the initiative to comfort him.
“You really hope I can win?”
“Nonsense, what else?”
"Didn't my victory prove that I'm better than you?"
"If you want to prove which of us is better, let's fight ourselves. The coach tortured me so much that you have to take revenge. We share the same hatred!"
“We share the same hatred, but we didn’t study well in Chinese class.” “Okay, okay, okay.”
The two at the same table sat back in their chairs as they spoke, waiting for the coach’s comments.
Li Yan secretly glanced at Lin Zhiyuan and laughed at herself: I have a villainous heart. Ever since I grew up, all I heard was "I'm afraid that my brothers will suffer, and I'm afraid that my brothers will drive Land Rover." It seems that this idea has changed. That's normal for adults.
How long has it been since I experienced this... pleasure of "having the same hatred and the same enemy".
Facing students with basic knowledge, the coach naturally starts with "correction", and then explains the core logic of exerting force - the force exerting system is to whip and throw force, and force is generated from the whole body. drive.
Lin Zhiyuan stood and learned the movements and yawned.
This kind of theoretical teaching may seem useful, but in fact understanding and practice are completely different things. "Correction" is actually not a day's work. There must be reasons for the incorrect habits you have accumulated over a year. Nothing can be easily corrected.
Then he heard the sound of breaking wind that shook his eardrums.
"Yes, yes!" Ding Jiao said with satisfaction written all over his face, "That's it, the sound of swinging is much stronger, keep this feeling."
Lin Zhiyuan watched Li Yan relax. The ground threw out another short and explosive sound of breaking wind.
You don’t play like this, do you, Li Dacai?
Throughout the whole night, the little fat man worked hard to produce the explosive and controlled breaking sound that Li Yan did. Finally, he succumbed to the coach's concluding remarks: "Okay, there is progress. Keep working hard in the next class." Fall to the ground.
"Get up, we have a second battle." Li Yan repeatedly trained his fourth event tonight - the horse step.
This is a footwork that increases the speed of retreat and is used to attack the overhead area.
Just such a sentence, don’t you understand anything after reading it?
It’s normal if you don’t understand. If it has an effect after saying this, then you’ve seen a ghost.
Lin Zhiyuan saw a ghost. After hearing this, Li Yan clapped her hands in enlightenment, watched the coach's demonstration again, and immediately copied it with eyes shining, and excitedly discussed with the coach the timing of using the horse step.
So this time, standing opposite Li Yan, Lin Zhiyuan's pride was already crumbling, and his self-confidence had waned a lot.
Although Li Yan's horse-stepping is still a bit awkward, his transparent power cannot guarantee stability, and the reappearance of his extreme physical fitness also makes him exhausted, but——
A score of 32 in badminton is not achieved in vain!
With a desperate passive half-high ball, Lin Zhiyuan looked at the net in the distance and Li Yan, who was already standing in front of the net ready to catch the ball, closed his eyes.
15:11, 15:10.
I can’t say it was a rout, but it certainly wasn’t defeated.
Little Fatty's confidence suddenly fell to the ground, "Who said that a arrogant soldier will lose and a sad soldier will win."
Li Yan walked over with a smile, pulled up and squatted on the ground Lin Zhiyuan: "There are still fifteen minutes left. If there is anything you don't understand in class, I will tell you my understanding."
Little Fatty's eyes lit up.
By the time the two primary school students left the venue, they were already holding hands and laughing. Lin Zhiyuan didn't take the loss seriously at all, and had been planning to defeat Coach Ding. He soon talked about how they could replace the two kings who currently dominate the badminton world and become the new generation of Lin Li.
Li Yan agreed and walked slowly along the avenue.
How peaceful it is at this moment, with summer, sun, tree shade, cicadas chirping, and a young friend with endless imagination beside me. The two of them have just sweated on the court and are slowly walking home. I really want to A good time to come back to again and again.
If there is a Bai Yueguang in my heart at this time, with that kind of uniqueness that belongs to youth, it is not even green, it is not love or ambiguity, it is just a childish and hazy good impression...
She was standing in a certain candy shop, her hair stuck to her cheeks, holding a small fan and shaking it gently, frowning slightly, eagerly waiting for the cold candy.
And he and she just crossed paths and met each other.
Thinking of this, Li Yan's face showed a smile befitting his age. While he was still intoxicated, he was suddenly interrupted by Lin Zhiyuan:
"Hey, isn't that Wu Jin? He's buying sugar water."
What the hell? Really?
Isn’t that right, Wu Jin? No, no, no, it's not her, it can't be her.
Cold water poured directly on Tianling Gai, and Li Yan got goosebumps all over her body in the summer, and she couldn't be more awake.
Some very bad memories exploded in my mind like bombs.
Happy New Year and thank all the book friends who read this for their support!
(End of this chapter)