The two chatted while eating, exchanging views on German football, and chatted until more than seven o'clock.
Wang Ai began to get up and pack up his clothes, shoes, and football.
"Still going out so late?"
Yang Chen said in surprise.
"Hmm," Wang Ai said as he packed his clothes, "I didn't practice tonight." ” "Did you train so late in Tübingen?"
"From Monday to Friday, I have classes in the morning, and I can only practice in the morning, afternoon, and evening, and although I don't have classes on Saturdays and Sundays, I don't have enough time to compete, so I can't waste it in the evening."
"Okay" Yang Chen shook his head: "If you can't enter the training ground, I'll run with you too."
Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I've practiced at night. ” "You are different from me, you have matured, and I am the time to grow my body, my body is the same day by day, what I practice now will be like this in the future."
"You just say that I don't have the potential to get it, it's so nice!"
Yang Chen rolled his eyes as he got dressed.
Jonas looked at the two of them, he didn't have to follow Wang Ai every day when he was in Tübingen, so he could occasionally see Wang Ai training at night, but never followed.
Now that I'm here in Frankfurt, Jonas thought about it and had better keep up.
The community where Yang Chen lives is not too far from Wald Stadium, about seven or eight kilometers away.
Wang Ai jumped before going out, put the football in the hood of his jacket, and tied it tightly around the back of his neck with a rope.
Yang Chen looked at Wang Ai's movements a little strangely.
"Okay, warm up, the stadium is in this direction, right?"
Yang Chen nodded suspiciously, he didn't understand Wang Ai's movements, it's okay, what are you jumping, can't we just run?
"Okay, I'm going to run, Brother Yang, you come at your own pace, Jonas, try to keep up with me."
After speaking, Wang Ai ran on the right road in small steps, and as soon as Yang Chen ran up, he saw Wang Ai running forward with all his strength like a wolf, and the big stride rushed forward with a flick, and ran out more than 100 meters in a blink of an eye.
Yang Chen subconsciously accelerated under his feet, and just ran two steps and remembered Wang Ai's advice, but Yang Chen didn't dare to let Wang Ai run away without a shadow, who knows where you ran?
Yang Chen had no choice but to speed up, at this time he probably understood Wang Ai's intention to jump twice before going out, this was really warming up, this was a relatively shallow alternative frog jump!
Yang Chen chased after him at a constant speed for five minutes, and finally kept pace with Wang Ai.
"I said, huhu, what are you doing so hard?"
"Whew, pull the physique."
As soon as the words fell, Wang Ai began to slow down and turned into a small stride, Yang Chen had no choice but to adjust his pace, but within two minutes, Wang Ai began to speed up again, running like crazy, and he heard Yang Chen's concerned voice from behind: "You are sick!"
” Wang Ai didn't care, ran wildly for three minutes, and then slowed down, not much, Yang Chen caught up again: "I said what's wrong with you, it's not your way to play with variable speed, you ......"
Before the words fell, Wang Ai began to accelerate wildly again, leaving Jonas and Yang Chen far behind.
The Wald Stadium in front of him was already vivid, and the crops had not yet grown on the German land in early spring, so the sight was very good, and Yang Chen was no longer worried about Wang Ai's accident, so he was too lazy to go crazy with him, so he simply stayed behind and approached Jonas, who was also in pain.
Jonas was even more helpless, he couldn't go too far away from Wang Ai.
"Hey, buddy, that's all he does in Tübingen?"
Jonas shook his head painfully, he had been drinking alcohol for several years, and his good physical fitness when he was in the Wehrmacht was long gone, so he was tired and didn't want to speak, but he couldn't help but say: "I know he is very fierce, but I don't know that it is so inhuman." ” When the two arrived outside the stadium, Jonas was tired and crumbling, and Yang Chen was also tossed a lot, although his physical fitness was very good, but it was fast for a while and slow for a while, and his physical energy consumption was also very serious.
"I said you were deliberately teasing you Brother Yang, right?
Brother Yang came from afar to bully you?
"Master Yang Chenxing asked for guilt.
"Hehe, Brother Yang, you rest first, I'll run a few more laps around the stadium, and it's still almost."
After speaking, Wang Ai didn't care about Yang Chen, strode away and started running again, a circle outside the stadium was about two kilometers, Yang Chen and Jonas were not worried about Wang Ai's accident, just after the strenuous exercise, it was not good to stop immediately, and began to jog and chat in the back.
It didn't take long, Wang Ai caught up with them, and it was still a poor toss that would be fast and slow.
Several times Yang Chen wanted to ask questions, looking at Wang Ai's sweat flying, knowing that it was not the time to ask, he asked Jonas, but Jonas didn't know much, Wang Ai's training in Tübingen, except for the team training match, was basically a single practice.
It wasn't until Wang Ai caught up with Yang Chen and them twice that he relaxed.
Jogged together for half a lap and walked towards the stadium.
Yang Chen had already realized at this time that Wang Ai's running method was probably not a blind toss, but had a clear purpose.
Judging from his observations, Wang Ai has three running styles, one is to stretch the big stride, as if it is the first two steps of the triple jump, each step is trying his best to move forward, and the stride length of each step is about two meters three; The second is small strides, where the stride length of each step is even within a meter, but the feet switch rapidly; The third type is more common, which seems to be the full speed of an average sprinter, pushing the ground, touching the ground, and switching between feet quickly.
"Xiao Wang, who taught you this?
It's interesting to watch.
Yang Chen said curiously.
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"I've been practicing on my own since I was a child, but it doesn't matter, as long as it's useful."
Wang Ai said with a smile.
"So what do you mean by that?
I just saw that you seem to use three running styles?
” Wang Ai gave Yang Chen a thumbs up: "The football field is changing rapidly, and different situations must of course be dealt with in different ways, just like we pass and receive the ball, shoot, and pass people, we always have to analyze different situations differently." ” Yang Chen was interested: "Oh?
Tell me, what did you do with all three of them?
What are you doing in stride?
” "I call this kind of running high-speed running, through no man's land, for example, if you run for a long distance, you can see the front at a glance, and the rear pursuers follow closely, you have to open the distance, at least be caught up later or even can't catch up."
Yang Chen thought about it and nodded: "What about this small step?"
” "High-frequency running, special for passing people."
"What about this even-speed run?"
"It's not called running at a constant speed, it's supposed to be called racing.
For example, when you break through with the ball and the opposing defender is next to you. ” Yang Chen thought for a while: "The center of gravity is too high in stride, and it is easy to be hit and lose the ball, or the stride is too large, and it is easy to be stealed."
The absolute speed of small steps is too slow and can be easily intercepted.
So, running at a constant speed, oh, racing, speed, anti-collision, well, the fame is quite accurate.
However, it's not a big deal, everyone will, you just summarize it quite novelly, plus the name is good. ” Wang Ai pursed his lips: "Everyone will?"
Brother Yang, how many will you have?
” "It's said that everyone will, of course I will, this kid will, right?"
"Shhhh Brother Yang, tell me the truth, don't like to listen to it, I've seen your game video. ” "Oh, so you think I'll have a few?"
"You?"
Wang Ai squinted at Yang Chen: "You will also be one, racing and running, it's not very standard!"
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