Although the entire Madrid media was in a commotion, everything was still business as usual in Valdebebas Sports City.
Zidane has the confidence to ignore any media doubts, because the effect is obvious, even if it has not been tested in actual combat, it can be seen just by relying on a series of training data.
"The average possession time of each group increased by 20%, and the probability of threatening passes increased by 10%, Zidan."
This is the data that Zidane can foresee, and it is also the data that satisfies him. There is not a big gap in ability among Real Madrid players. The gap between the main players and the substitutes is nothing more than reflected in the level of tactical adaptability.
After two or three training sessions, Zidane felt more at ease. There was no one who couldn't adapt, only those who were unwilling to compromise, such as Bell...
Thinking of the Great Sage, Zidane plans to show him off again. The Welshman has indeed been in the limelight in the past two years, but now that the team is taking a new path, Zidane plans to show him off again.
The number of security guards at the base sports city has doubled in the past two days. All Real Madrid training is in closed mode, and all reporters can only stand outside the training ground boringly.
When Zidane and Yi Zhe came out, they almost all had the same reaction to the reporters waiting there, ignoring them as if they were nothing.
"Brother Zhe!"
Yi Zhe was walking quickly in front of the reporter when he suddenly heard a shout from behind him. When he turned around, he felt that he looked familiar. This seemed to be the fellow who stabbed him in the back last time?
Lin Yuan was ecstatic and finally blocked Yi Zhe once, but when he was face to face with his idol, he suddenly felt that he was at a loss for words and scratched his head not knowing what to say.
"You...are not reporters, are you?"
"No...no...not...this, we are your fans, hey!"
Yi Zhe looked like this. He was a little surprised when he heard that several people had applied for the university they were attending.
"Thank you for your help that day. I think I should thank you all at once."
"Ah? Brother Zhe, no need..."
"You're welcome, come with me."
Yi Zhe has never brought strangers into his villa, but today he did so for the first time. Although Cristiano Ronaldo told him that Real Madrid is the national team, according to Yi Zhe's understanding, it should not take the civilian route, but meeting a fellow countryman from the motherland is an exception.
Lin Yuan and others were even more flattered. They didn't even expect Yi Zhe to be so enthusiastic.
"Ha! I see you are studying journalism. You have seen my dirty stuff in Madrid, right? I know how good you are as reporters, Reporter Lin."
Lin Yuan crazily pinched his nose and explained with a dry smile: "Brother Zhe, I have always been your loyal fan. I know what you did at Real Madrid is absolutely awesome. Those *** who don't understand just let them continue*** Go, as long as Brother Zhe allows me to take some training materials."
Yi Zhe spread his hands. He couldn't stop this. If he had known that these people would be reporters in the future, he wouldn't have invited them to his family. However, he still exchanged contact information with a few of them.
"Brother Zhe, I will definitely hang out with you if I have a chance in the future!"
Yi Zhe just took it as a joke and had no intention of having any interaction with the media in his life. ….
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In the fifth round of the league, Real Madrid faced Villarreal at home. The starting schedule of five consecutive home games is already quite friendly, and the "Yellow Submarine" comes at the right time. This is a team that has reached the semi-finals of the Europa League and the Champions League, and is just right to be the experimental subject for Real Madrid's new tactics.
As he waited in the dressing room to appear, Zidane had only one request.
"Gentlemen, please show the results of our training today. There is nothing Real Madrid cannot do."
It's just that tonight's Bernabeu was not only filled with cheers, but even boos. The extreme fan organization USUR contracted a corner of the north stand. Before the game, they pulled up a banner outside the stadium and inserted a dart into Yi Zhe's head. Between the eyebrows.
This is their symbol. The Bernabeu is facing a formidable enemy. A row of riot police are standing behind this group of people holding shields. But the reason why madmen are madmen is that they
When they were about to cause trouble, they turned a deaf ear to the whole world. When they saw Yi Zhe entering the field with the team, an arrow cluster lit with fireworks shot down from the stands and was suddenly inserted at Yi Zhe's feet.
"Get out!"
"This is the Bernabeu, the dog of Barcelona!"
Yi Zhe raised his head and glanced. The police had already taken action. A group of crazy fans were escorted out of the stadium. Yi Zhe turned to look at the arrow cluster close at hand, which was still burning with flames. Then he turned his head and said, Cristiano Ronaldo , Benzema and Asensio stared at him.
"Yi, so you know what you're doing."
"I'd say that's a dangerous move, Yi."
Yi Zhe chuckled. He didn't think he had done anything wrong. Facts would prove everything.
A close-up shot showed the arrow cluster stuck on the ground. Medleno's eyes showed concern: "This is a welcome ceremony for Mr. 200 million. This is the Bernabeu. I want to implement Barcelona's passing control here." , unless he can convert all Real Madrid fans."
Even Real Madrid's die-hard commentators are not optimistic about it, but the eye contact between Yi Zhe and Modric before coming out has already determined that this is what they will do today.
Villarreal was destined not to set up a tight formation. Right at the start, left-back Jaume Costa provided a huge assist, and Congolese forward Bakambu almost scored with a shovel shot in front of the goal.
After Ramos cleared the penalty area, Yi Zhe took the ball in the midfield. He made a gesture in the air. Real Madrid's position immediately changed. Modric's position quickly pressed forward, and the midfielder's position was handed over to the back. Toni Kroos was left alone, and the front three were all pressed into the middle. Marcelo and Carvajal, the full backs on both sides, rushed forward with all their strength to pass the half.
Yi Zhe turned around in the midfield to resist the pressure of Italian midfielder Roberto Soriano and knocked the ball horizontally to Modric. Then he ran forward. Modric took advantage of the situation and lightly touched the ball with his foot. The pass was passed to Yi Zhe in front. Faced with the sudden contraction of the defense, Yi Zhe dunked lightly and passed in front of Argentinian central defender Musacchio, and passed directly between his legs to Modri who was running behind him. strange.
The goal of every kick is to move forward without any sloppiness.
"Yi...this is definitely not Barcelona's style!"
Medleno shouted out immediately, and he was secretly relieved. He didn't want to see Yi Zhe continue to do it against the wishes of Real Madrid fans. After all, it cost the club 200 million real dollars. What he most wanted to see was Yi Zhe cashed in on his worth because he knew what Real Madrid would get from it.
Many Real Madrid fans in the stands were delighted.
This is the Bernabeu. No matter how strong a genius is, he must "obey public opinion" to survive here.
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