The first tumor in football

Chapter 224 Special training!

France.

Parc des Princes.

Since 1974, this has been the home of Paris Saint-Germain, witnessing their comeback from struggling in Ligue to dominating the Champions League.

In the 1984 European Cup final, Platini lifted the trophy here, and the legend of the French iron triangle is still engraved on the concrete wall of the stadium.

The Paris city government regards it as an urban heritage site.

In the eyes of the fans, this is not only a stadium, but also a spiritual totem that shattered the Spanish defense with cheers.

And in a few days, a Spanish team, Atletico Madrid, will be here again.

If we say that in the past in La Liga, Paris Saint-Germain's biggest rivals were Real Madrid and Barcelona.

Now, Atletico Madrid has clearly become Paris Saint-Germain's number one enemy.

In other words, not only Paris, Atletico Madrid has now clearly become the number one enemy of the entire football world.

Paris Saint-Germain bought Neymar and Mbappe this year, which can be said to be a huge investment. The two deals shocked the entire football world.

Paris Saint-Germain, which has already dominated the French Ligue 1, has made such a big move. It is obvious that its goal is no longer within Ligue 1, but to win the glory of the Champions League.

But now, Song Wen's sudden appearance has made the top management of Paris Saint-Germain regretful.

You know, Neymar cost them 2.2 million and Mbappe cost them 1.8 million.

The total cost for the two people was as high as 400 million.

How much is Song Wen's transfer fee?
Two hundred million?
They could have even bought two Song Wens!

With Song Wen, Atletico Madrid can be invincible and beat Real Madrid and Barcelona without leaving a single piece of armor, without any dignity at all.

If Paris Saint-Germain had two Song Wens——

But it's too late to say anything now.

The deal had already been done, and now they could only bite the bullet and face the terrifying lions from Spain.

The fans of Paris Saint-Germain have also been divided into two factions at this moment.

One group has already greeted the entire family of Paris Saint-Germain's top management countless times, questioning why they did not save the money to buy Song Wen.

The other group still has absolute confidence in Paris Saint-Germain. They support Neymar and Mbappe and have a fierce fight with Atletico Madrid fans on the Internet.

This quarter-final match is undoubtedly extremely important for Paris Saint-Germain.

Because if they lose the game, it means that the 400 million yuan they spent this year has become a complete joke.

What the Paris Saint-Germain executives don’t know is that in fact they should also thank Song Wen.

Because if it weren't for Song Wen defeating Real Madrid, Real Madrid would have been short of players and had low morale.

Paris Saint-Germain should have been eliminated directly when they met Real Madrid in the round of 16.

After all, Emperor Xuanzong of Qi's skills are not to be underestimated.

Unfortunately, Zidane, who was practicing Xuanmen, met Song Wen, who had a system this time.

So the facts prove that we still have to believe in science.

It was four o'clock in the morning at the Parc des Princes.

There are still two figures warming up.

As the team's top superstars, Mbappe and Neymar naturally have some privileges in the team.

Even in previous training sessions, they would always be on time or a little late.

But today, the two appeared on the court early.

Even the cleaning staff have just started work.

Whether it is Neymar or Mbappe, the pressure on them for the next game against Atletico Madrid is undoubtedly huge.

As Messi's successor, Neymar was directly given the arduous task of avenging Messi.

For Mbappe, who is about the same age as Song Wen, this will be his only chance to be mentioned alongside Song Wen in the future.

Players are not saints, and their personalities are often even more eccentric than those of normal people.

The influence of external public opinion on them is naturally huge.

The French are still somewhat unaware of the seriousness of the current situation, but fortunately Neymar is urging them on.

Will Neymar's urging work for Mbappe?
In fact, it doesn't have much effect.

Although the relationship between the two is currently good and Mbappe has not shown much ambition, Ma has no control over Mbappe after all, and he has no obligation to listen to you.

The reason why Mbappe can be so serious this time is that Neymar promised to let Mbappe be the main attacker in the match against Atletico Madrid!

You know, although Mbappe is also worth a lot of money, he is still young after all.

In Paris Saint-Germain, Neymar is the undisputed big brother.

After all, Neymar left Barcelona just to become the big brother.

But this time, Neymar actually chose to take the initiative to find Mbappe, and would rather give up some of his offensive rights.

Because Neymar himself knows it too.

Although his samba football was wonderful, it was difficult for him to gain any advantage against Atletico Madrid's extremely ruthless defenders.

Only the younger and more powerful Mbappe can be the killer against Atletico Madrid.

So at four in the morning at the Parc des Princes, Neymar stopped the ball at the penalty spot, took out his mobile phone and turned on the front camera - the self on the screen had dark circles under his eyes and morning dew on the ends of his hair.

He grinned at the camera: "If Messi saw me getting up and training at this time, he would laugh until the Camp Nou earthquake."

Ten meters away, Mbappe was squatting on the ground tying his shoelaces. He looked up when he heard this: "He would only say, 'You are finally willing to exchange your hairspray time for training.'"

The two looked at each other and suddenly laughed at the same time.

There are two rows of fluorescent green cones in the center of the field, simulating the interception area of ​​Atletico Madrid's double defensive midfielders.

Neymar took the tactical board from the assistant coach and drew three diagonal lines with a marker: "Simeone's 442 defense is like a compressed biscuit. Koke and Saul will block the space on the ribs. But here--" the tip of the pen pointed to the top of the penalty area, "Godin needs 0.7 seconds to turn around, enough for you to rush three times."

Mbappe chewed an energy gel, nodded, and suddenly started to sprint.

He flicked the ball with the outside of his left foot, and the ball passed between two cones, but he suddenly turned and went around to the outside - this was a tactic to dismantle Atletico Madrid's "closed-door defense."

Neymar checked the time: "10.3 seconds, 0.4 faster than yesterday. But you have to pull your hips in at the last step, otherwise Savic will break your Achilles tendon."

The assistant coach launched a mobile human wall car to simulate Atletico Madrid's high pressing.

The moment Mbappe received the ball in the center circle, Neymar suddenly cut in from the right rib and raised two fingers at the same time - the code word represented "two passes over the wall".

The football hit the joints of the electric human wall and bounced back, and Mbappe rushed to the edge of the penalty area like a cheetah.

"It's too late to adjust after stopping the ball!" Neymar shouted, shaking his sweat-soaked dreadlocks, "Just volley the ball into the near corner! Oblak's probability of saving the far corner is 71%!" He pulled up the data on his iPad: Atletico Madrid's goalkeeper has only a 58% save success rate against low shots this season.

Mbappe was a little dissatisfied when he heard Neymar's continuous accusations.

But when he looked up and saw Neymar's serious look, he suppressed his dissatisfaction.

He knew that if he could perform better against Atletico, or even beat them, his name would go down in football history. The fitness coach brought in a special impact pad, the thickness of which mimicked the hardness of Godin's chest.

When Mbappe was sprinting with the ball, Neymar suddenly rushed towards him from the side with a cushion - the 18-year-old boy staggered, but used his toes to lift the ball over Godin's head.

"Beautiful!" Neymar rubbed his numb shoulder, "But don't be so cool when you're really on the court, or that old guy will pull your pants."

He lifted up his jersey to show the bruise on his groin: "He played such a trick on me in the Champions League last year. Remember to squeeze your thighs together to protect the ball."

The assistant coach brought in a heart rate monitor, and the two put on the sensors and practiced cross-running.

When Mbappe's heart rate soared to 185, Neymar suddenly moved sideways and knocked the ball into the empty space with his right heel - precisely matching his teammate's maximum speed threshold.

"Your breathing was out of balance just now." Neymar pointed at the monitoring curve. "Take a deep breath before sprinting. If you can hold your lung capacity for 0.5 seconds longer, you can take one more step."

He imitated Song Wen's crab step defense, "That guy will shake his shoulders before stealing the ball. When he sees this signal, he will change direction immediately!"

At dawn, the camera behind the goal recorded the last set of pictures:
Neymar sent a 30-meter long pass near the center line, and Mbappe tore through the cone defense line like lightning. When the ball was about to go out of the baseline, the boy hooked the ball back into the field with his toes, but his body hit the billboard due to inertia.

"You're really hardworking, kid!" Neymar reached out to pull him.

Mbappe grinned and climbed up, pointing at his red knees: "If it was a formal match, I would change the ball 0.3 seconds earlier."

He looked toward the whitening sky in the east, "Song Wen has definitely never seen this kind of cooperation."

"Atletico's concrete?" Neymar said with a determined look, "We'll smash it into rubble tomorrow."

Mbappe kicked the ball hard into the night sky and watched it disappear in the direction of the Eiffel Tower: "Tell Song Wen that he can't catch up with my shadow this time."

In the morning light, the sound of their high fives startled a flock of white pigeons.

What the two didn’t know was that, although they were training very hard, at the same time, at the Wanda Metropolitano Stadium, there were not just two people, but a whole team!

At four o'clock in the morning, Song Wen woke up all his teammates.

At this moment, the team members who were still sleepy had just finished their jogging warm-up with sleepy eyes and finally felt a little more energetic.

Four o'clock in the morning, Wanda Metropolitano Stadium.

Song Wen threw his training vest on the grass. The fluorescent green number "17" hurt people's eyes under the searchlight.

He hooked his finger at Godin, who was slumped on the sidelines: "Old man, it's time to go to the execution ground."

Simeone brought five GoPro cameras and set them up behind the goal one by one.

Savage was wrapping a muscular tape around his knee when he looked up and saw the red light flashing on the machine. He muttered, “A reality show?”

"This is a motion capture system," Song Wen picked up the football with his toes, "and it records the moment you are passed by at 200 frames per second."

Godin frowned as he looked at the heat map on the tactical board: "No matter how fast that guy runs, can he break the laws of physics?"

Song Wen smiled.

"Are you ready?"

He didn't wait for Godin to answer.

Song Wen suddenly started, and the studs of his sneakers hit the grass, sending out sparks.

The Uruguayan instinctively moved sideways to block, but saw the opponent use the outside of his foot to push the ball three meters away the moment he touched the ball.

When Godin completed the turn, Song Wen had already dribbled the ball past him, leaving only two brake marks on the grass.

"He sprinted 10.4 meters in 0.7 seconds," Song Wen pulled open his socks to reveal the GPS locator, "and your average reaction time to turn around is seconds."

Savage rushed over unconvinced, and Song Wen suddenly stopped and changed direction.

The Croatian couldn't stop his feet and fell into the pile of plastic cones.

Slow motion showed that Song Wen completed three center of gravity shifts in 0.3 seconds, and the ankle swing range reached an astonishing 75 degrees.

"These are Mbappe's breakthrough statistics against Lyon last month," Song Wen pulled up the tablet computer, "Do you believe it now?"

The physical trainer rolled out a special impactor, and a bionic doll supported by six hydraulic rods wore a Paris jersey.

When Song Wen was adjusting the parameters, Godin caught a glimpse of the “impact force 450kg” jumping on the control screen.

"This is the kinetic energy of that kid when he sprinted," Song Wen fastened his shin guards, "Are you ready to face the locomotive?"

When the android knocked Godin out of the field for the third time, the team doctor rushed over to stop the training.

The Uruguayan spat out the grass in his mouth and said, "One more time! Adjust the parameters to 120%!"

Savage finally grasped the pattern in the seventh confrontation, but was hit in the hips by Song Wen's knee when he was about to steal the ball.

The Croatian fell to one knee in pain, and heard a sneer from above his head: "Do you think Mbappe can only rush? The first lesson he learned in the Monaco youth training camp was hidden fouls."

There was a look of despair on the faces of Atletico Madrid's defenders.

They put it down and they can't defend it at all.

Just when Atletico's defense was overwhelmed by Song Wenchong, Diego Costa suddenly asked Griezmann a fatal question.

"So the question is, is Mbappe as good as you, Song?"

Griezmann hesitated when he heard Costa's question.

He and Mbappe are teammates of the French team, so they are naturally more aware of each other's strength.

Mbappe is really strong.

But it seems that none of them are as terrifying as Song Wen and Mbappe.

Song Wen coughed and said guiltily, "Of course."

In fact, he did give Atletico's defenders a little more intensity.

But this is also for their own good.

It's like running with a sandbag tied to your body.

While everyone was still training hard.

Simeone simply turned off the power and the entire stadium fell into darkness.

Song Wen stuffed the night vision goggles into Godin's hands: "Now you are Mbappe's prey."

Before the Uruguayans adjusted to the green vision, they heard the sound of spikes rubbing from the right side.

He moved sideways to block the ball based on his experience, but he bumped into the inflatable dummy that was set up in advance. When the football flew past his ear, the searchlight that suddenly lit up on the sidelines stung his retina.

"2.3 seconds," Song Wen said while chewing an energy gel, "enough for him to complete two changes of direction."

Savage crashed into the corner flag during a dark training session, and a lump the size of an egg swelled up on his forehead.

He slumped down on the grass and screamed, "This is not fair! How can anyone play football with their eyes closed!"

"It's not like playing with your eyes closed," Song Wen explained. "You have to know that although Mbappe is dark, he is not very dark. If he was very dark, he would be easier to identify under the light. But it's this kind of half-darkness that makes him look very integrated when the light shines on him, and even blends in with the environment."

Savage: “…”

When the morning light pierced through the clouds, Godin was pierced through the crotch by Song Wen for the Nth time.

The old captain suddenly tore off his shin guards and threw them to the ground: "Fuck you! I didn't feel so bad defending Messi back then!"

(End of this chapter)