Xu Zhu's Successor's Football Journey

Chapter 284 One kick, just one kick! !

On the Chelsea club's internal training ground, there is no longer the atmosphere of talking and laughing in the past.

In fact, Wang Li looked down on the Japanese from the bottom of his heart, and he did not participate in Japanese judo training with his teammates these days.But generally speaking, he still has a good impression of Saburo Ono. At least he has a good personality, can get along well with his teammates, and knows his own position. He didn't say much about him not participating in judo training.

However, he didn't pay much attention to the Japanese's judo skills.

On the first day Saburo Ono came to the Chelsea club, he also participated in half an hour of judo training, and had some superficial understanding of its related external moves.

In Wang Li's opinion, this kind of martial arts that has been passed down since Japanese history is far inferior to that of Chinese authentic Taoist and Buddhist internal exercises, even compared with some Chinese external body training methods. .

Although in the era of technological development in the 21st century, most of the traditional Chinese martial arts culture has been lost in the long river of history, but he believes that even some superficial Xingyi, Taijiquan and incomplete Shaolin moves, low-level internal strength training methods Wait, it's much better than this simple judo, especially in real combat.

If it is a real free fighting competition, perhaps those European and American men who are born with extremely strong physique and have professionally trained in boxing skills are really difficult to deal with, but no matter how good Japanese judo is, it is just a small way. For the profound Chinese martial arts , that's just a sideways approach.

Therefore, Wang Li, who has good ears and eyesight, when he was training free kicks, when he heard the Japanese say that Chinese martial arts are not very good, he immediately became angry——
How can the precious wealth left over from China's 5000-year history be compared with judo? ?

Even 'better'! ?

This is a serious insult to Chinese martial arts! !
.........

"Judo? What is that!"

"Chinese martial arts are extensive and profound, how can you know that?"

People fall with the sound.

After two sonorous and forceful sentences, Wang Li came to the players with lingering steps, and looked at the Japanese who had just insulted Chinese martial arts with disdain. In his opinion, this Japanese was extremely short-sighted!
Saburo Ono, who was shocked by these two words just now, was stunned, and then saw the black-haired kid from Chelsea standing in front of him. He didn't know how he offended this kid, and said in doubt : "Chinese martial arts?"

It seemed that he still hadn't realized what Wang Li was talking about.

Wang Li cast a disdainful glance at Saburo Ono, turned around, walked around, and said slowly: "Chinese martial arts have a long history, and only historical records can be traced back to the period of the Qixiong Hegemony. It is the meditation of Buddhism, whether it is internal strength or external strength, it can exercise people's perseverance and the way of health preservation, while the way of martial arts is just a side door."

Speaking of this, Wang Li turned his head to Saburo Ono, and said, "Your Japanese judo is just a martial arts method. In Chinese martial arts, it is not a popular move at all. How can it be compared with Chinese martial arts! ?”

Saburo Ono also came to his senses at this moment, and realized that the black-haired boy was refuting his point of view. In fact, what he said just now was just casually bragging and farting with the players. He didn't understand it at all, but when he heard the black-haired kid in front of him refute, and said that Judo, the national quintessence of the Japanese Empire, was not a martial art at all, he was still angry!

"What's so great about that flamboyant move? How can it compare to judo!?" Saburo Ono asked loudly.

"Judo? I don't bother to learn it at all. That kind of martial art is simply heresy. Even if you practice it deeply, it can't stand up to the blow of a martial arts master!"

The art of judo was the pursuit of Saburo Ono for the first half of his life. He was even more angry when he heard that the black-haired boy in front of him was "unrepentant" and denigrated the essence of Japan. In the fighting competition, there are almost no Chinese people?"

Hearing the words of the Japanese in front of him, Wang Li thought of his master Xu Zhuzi in his previous life, his heart sank slightly, and he said, "How can real martial arts care about worldly fame and fortune after practicing to a high level? In front of a martial arts master, those who are free Fighting competitions are almost as ridiculous as childish urchins fighting, how could they participate in that kind of competition?"

Saburo Ono held his breath for a long time, but he couldn't figure out how to refute it. His face was flushed. In front of so many stars, if he was overwhelmed by this black-haired kid, then these influential stars Our minds are sure to be crucified here—
Where is Japan's face?
Even his Olympic second son Saburo Ono will become a sinner of Japan.

Thinking of this, Saburo Ono couldn't help asking anxiously: "You mean you know that there are martial arts masters in China now? Who are they?"

Wang Li didn't answer at all, just raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said word by word with disdain: "You know so superficially, I think it's a shame to discuss martial arts with an ignorant person like you!"

After saying this, Wang Li turned around and prepared to continue the free kick training. It was meaningless to discuss martial arts with this kind of Japanese who knew nothing.

At this time, the Chelsea players next to them all saw the quarrel between the two as lively. In the club, such powerful gossip is rare, and in the conversation between the two, they also felt that what Wang Li said was more reasonable How can I say that the mysterious ancient oriental country has been passed down for thousands of years, how can martial arts be inferior to Japanese judo! ?

Even the assistant coach Mr. Clark and several coaches of the coaching staff ran over when they saw the quarrel here. However, seeing that it was Wang Li and the temporary coach Mr. Saburo Ono who seemed to be 'discussing martial arts', they didn't intervene , everyone watched with gusto.

However, in front of so many 'foreign friends', Saburo Ono, who was blocked by Wang Li and had nothing to say, felt that he had lost face. If this matter ended like this today, it would definitely be a shame for Japan. The very patriotic Saburo Ono would never allow this to happen.

So Saburo Ono yelled directly at Wang Li's back: "You are just making up things, Japanese judo is definitely better than Chinese flamboyance!"

Hearing these words, Wang Li stopped in his tracks, turned his head and squinted his eyes to look at the blushing Japanese behind him. After a few seconds, he turned around, put his hands in his pockets and raised his mouth. , said: "Since you said so, I will show you what is the real Chinese martial arts."

Saburo Ono was stunned, and said, "You mean to challenge me?"

"Challenge you?" A funny look flashed across Wang Li's face, he shook his head, and said, "It should be said that I am giving you a chance to challenge me. I think one foot is enough to deal with you." As he spoke, Wang Li looked down at his right foot.

At this time, the members of the coaching staff and teammates next to him also heard the meaning of their words, and they all came over anxiously to dissuade Wang Li. In their opinion, this 17 and a half-year-old black-haired footballer had been training since he was a child. Boy, it is impossible to beat the second child in the Judo Olympics in 96. If the two get injured in the fight, it will be even worse. You know, Wang Li is now Chelsea's undoubted Superstar, how can he fight with people casually?
Especially the main coach Clark is even more anxious. He doesn't want to hurt Wang Li because of today's incident. It is impossible to be more important than the body to beat the Japanese!

The players who are usually close to Wang Li also came to dissuade them. They didn't care about the life of the Japanese, and Wang Li was the most important.Among them, only Thomas was indifferent. He had seen how powerful Wang Li was. Four or five big men in England were leveled by him in three or two strokes. , What Saburo Ono said was an insult to him, so he also hoped that Wang Li could teach the Japanese a lesson. Besides, he didn't think that this horizontally developing Japanese could cause any harm to his good friend.

Among them, several people also went to dissuade Saburo Ono from this ridiculous challenge.However, Saburo Ono, who felt that he and the country had been seriously insulted, would not give up easily. He even felt that their dissuasion was because he knew the strength of the black-haired boy in front of him, and he was still shouting: "Do you dare to come? I challenge you , What a joke!"

In this way, after some dissuasion was ineffective, and Wang Li repeatedly assured that he would not be injured, he let the coach next to him feel at ease.However, the assistant coach, Mr. Clark, still walked towards the office building, and he planned to inform the head coach, Mr. Mourinho, to let him resolve such a conflict.

Some players and coaches, seeing that they were powerless to stop this competition, could only drag a lot of mats and lay them between the two to protect Wang Li from falling.

After the two stood still, everyone beside them still looked at Wang Li nervously. They planned to stop this meaningless confrontation as soon as they saw that the black-haired boy might be injured.

.........

Chelsea FC's training ground.

Wang Li put his hands in his pockets and turned his mouth slightly, looking at the short Japanese in disdain, while Saburo Ono was full of anger, and he was already thinking for a while how to vent his anger.

Of course, Saburo Ono considered the consequences. If he really hurt Chelsea's dance master, then the anger of the London fans would definitely not be something he could resist, and he would have to go back to China after that.Even so, he didn't want to let go of the man in front of him who insulted Japan.

"Why, come here, don't you dare to fight?" Wang Li looked at the red-faced Japanese in front of him and said teasingly.

"Don't blame me for getting hurt!!"

Wei Wei calmed down a little, and was thinking about Ono Saburo who went back to China directly after injuring Wang Li. After hearing the words of the black-haired boy in front of him, anger filled his mind, and he couldn't care about the future at all. Let's teach him a lesson now The people in front of you are the most important.

Then, everyone next to him saw the Japanese in the arena and rushed towards Wang Li. It was obvious that he wanted to use a judo move to squeeze his opponent's waist with his hands and put Wang Li on the ground.

Seeing this move, the players and coaches beside him also heaved a sigh of relief. The floor was covered with soft cushions. Even if he fell to the ground, the black-haired boy was unlikely to be injured.

However, the next scene directly made everyone's eyes widen. Even Jose Mourinho, who had just run over from a distance, stopped in surprise.

In the arena, Wang Li seemed to swing his right foot lightly, kicking Saburo Ono nimbly in the stomach, and the latter stood still in place.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment! !
The black-haired boy in the arena still had his hands in his pockets, and the corner of his mouth still showed that disdainful smile, but his right foot kicked the Japanese man in the stomach, and the Japanese man's eyes were swollen, and his face was filled with dismay. He raised his head in confidence, and then drooped his hands limply, as if his whole body was supported by the right foot of the black-haired kid kicking on his stomach.

At this time, no one knew how much pain Saburo Ono was enduring.

Saburo Ono almost felt that his internal organs were kicked out by this kick, and now he is unable to do other things at all, his stomach is swollen and painful, not to mention continuing to attack, even standing up straight becomes a kind of pain. extravagant hope.

'Am I going to die? 'At this moment, Saburo Ono even felt that death was approaching him.

But that was just an illusion!
Wang Li's foot didn't have any real martial arts moves at all. He just used his internal strength to make his right foot stronger. It couldn't be easier for Wang Li to deal with ordinary people like the Japanese in front of him who didn't have any foundation of internal strength at all. , and he also controlled his strength. If he really used all his strength, Saburo Ono would not simply stay there, but would fly a few meters straight and fall to the floor!

In that way, although he would not be directly suffocated to death, he would definitely suffer some internal injuries due to the invasion of internal forces. This kind of injury is difficult to cure in modern hospitals, and needs to be recuperated, recuperated, and recuperated. Tragedy in half a year.

It's too late to say it, it's too fast, it's just a moment.

The entire internal training ground was silent, and everyone was stunned by this unbalanced competition. They have not reacted until now. After waiting for several seconds, Wang Li finally withdrew his right leg, but the Japanese directly Lie on the ground.

The corner of Wang Li's mouth twitched slightly, and he said to Ono Saburo who was lying on the ground: "Chinese martial arts are extensive and profound, how can an ignorant Japanese like you know the power of it?"

After saying this, Wang Li turned around and walked towards the first team training ground.There is really nothing to be proud of defeating this kind of Japanese who is not well-known in martial arts. It is better to practice free kick skills during these times.

It wasn't until this time that everyone in the training ground realized that they stared blankly at the back of the black-haired boy, wondering why his long-range shot was so powerful, just look at the Japanese lying on the ground.

Obviously, the winner is Wang Li! !
One foot, just one foot! !

'I think one kick is enough to deal with you! Everyone next to him thought of what Wang Li had said before the competition, "He didn't talk big, he really only used one kick." '

At this time, the staff of the club and several coaches also reacted, and immediately anxiously checked the injury of Saburo Ono who was still lying on the ground.

One of the coaches stared blankly at Saburo Ono's face, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed and said, "I'm still alive."

Of course there is anger! !

After the people next to him helped the Japanese up, Saburo Ono couldn't bear it anymore, he just squatted on the ground and vomited loudly. The people around him felt sick, so they hurriedly called the team doctor.

Fortunately, after simple treatment, the team doctor said that there was nothing wrong with the Japanese, which made everyone present breathe a sigh of relief.

At this time, among the players, Thomas Clark naturally became the protagonist.

"I'll just say that Alan will win easily!" The big white man said proudly: "Just that Japanese, how could he be Alan's opponent, you know that day..." Thomas paused for a while. , turned his head and looked around at his teammates staring at him.

"How was that day?"

"Speak quickly!"

"Thomas, what's going on?"

……

Sure enough, there were supporters, and there were quite a few of them.

Thomas smiled in satisfaction, and said unhurriedly: "At that time, Alan and I were still in the Wolverhampton youth team together. I was the substitute goalkeeper, and he was already the main force of the team. At that time, we had just played a game against the Manchester United youth team and we won..."

"And then?" Frank Lampard looked curious.

"Then? That day, Halilson scored a goal, oh, the Halilson who is playing for Wolverhampton now, he used to be on our team..."

"So what?" John Terry looked puzzled.

"He scored a goal and said it was a treat, so we went to the bar together..."

"Bar? Could it be that you got into a fight with the fans, and then Allen showed his power!?" It was Lampard again.

"Of course not, how could we fight with the fans!" Thomas vetoed directly with disdain.

"Could it be because of the beautiful lady that I had a dispute with other people?"

At this moment, Chelsea's "Warcraft" Didier Drogba, who had a terrifying expression on his face, finally couldn't bear it any longer. He complained, "Frank, can you stop interrupting? And, Thomas, let's get to the point!!"

"That's..., that's..." The teammates next to him also nodded, and followed suit.

"Then after we finished drinking, Halilson and Pete were all lying on the ground. You don't know how funny it was..." After Thomas finished speaking, he smiled and turned to look at his teammates around him.

However, the teammates next to him didn't laugh at all, their faces were all black...

"Okay, let me get to the point." Thomas, who was taken aback by his teammates' expressions, hurriedly brought the topic back, and continued: "...we heard a few cries for help when we passed an alley..., as An upright Englishman, I'm always going to fight, never turn a blind eye to this kind of thing, oh, I'm getting to the point. And then me and Alan just..."

Finally, after a long while, the Chelsea players around Thomas finished listening to this 'long' story. This is a section of Europeans' favorite hero to save the United States! !
Prince and Princess Love!

The contest between the prince and the black dragon!

That's how fairy tales are written, they didn't expect this kind of thing to happen around them!

The fire of gossip spread instantly, and in the afternoon, even Mr. Abramovich, the chairman of the club, knew the unabridged version of "Heroes Save the Beauty"...

(End of this chapter)