Fortunately, it's not a stumbling!

After almost an hour of practice, Kurzawa felt uncomfortable!

Where can we get so many physical confrontations when playing fullbacks!

Ye Yifeng was not very relaxed either, as if he had just had a fight with someone, and the muscles on his arms were a little sore.

But he was in a good mood.

I will definitely not be able to achieve any results in one day.

But at least he is familiar with this routine!

Simply put, after others pass by, they must control the ball at the first time. If they have a fast speed, they want to get rid of it. If they have good skills, they may change directions and play against their opponents in a rhythm or line contrast.

Ye Yifeng first got the position after the ball was controlled, or simply seized the opponent's intercepting ball line and actively fought and squeezed the opponent away. As long as the opponent's speed slowed down, he could take the lead in controlling the ball.

It may not be a common operation, but at least it allows him to practice first.

When he returned to the locker room, Ye Yifeng thanked Subaric and Kurzawa. As a thank you, he promised to invite the two to dinner and go to the famous spa in Monaco.

Subasichi smiled and said that he didn't need it, but Kurzawa kept the account first and waited for Ye Yifeng to fulfill it.

When he got home in the evening, Ye Yifeng suddenly found that Tang Mo was a little absent-minded.

Sitting at the dining table, Ye Yifeng asked with concern: "Are you worried?"

Tang Mo showed a complicated look and said softly: "Ye Yifeng, there is an emergency, uh, I seem to have caused a cyber violence."

Ahem!

Ye Yifeng had just taken two sips of seafood soup and almost choked.

Tang Mo quickly patted his back and wiped his mouth and table with tissues.

As for the saliva sprayed into the meal, she didn't dislike it anyway.

Ye Yifeng took a sip of water and said, "Who messed with you? I also want to be fair for you!"

Tang Mo waved his hand and said, "It's Djokkaf."

Ye Yifeng was dissatisfied and said: "Did he say me again? Ligue 1 football is so big, can he not survive if he doesn't say I? Why are the famous people so fucked!"

"No, no! Don't be angry, don't be angry, he didn't say you, didn't say a word!"

"Hmm? He didn't say to me? Oh, that's what you said? Just say it. He fired the gun first, only allowed us to dodge, and we were not allowed to draw the gun, too?

It's useless to call the police."

Tang Mo said depressedly: "The key is that I didn't say anything to him either! I listen to you. As long as he doesn't target you, I will pretend that he doesn't exist."

"Where does the cyber violence come from? I didn't accept an interview after the game yesterday, just because I was afraid of being seen by Killian..."

Tang Mo took the phone on the desk, then opened the social media app, clicked it a few times before showing it to Ye Yifeng.

Ye Yifeng felt a little dizzy.

There are almost a large number of repeated messages under all the updates of Djokav's account.

The messages are different accounts, and the posting content is neatly formatted.

"Djokkaf: 22 years old, Ligue 1, 20 games, 5 goals.

Ye Yifeng: 21 years old, Ligue 1, 20 games, 15 goals!"

Even if Djokav condemns these malicious messages in the latest updates, the screen is full of the above content published by different accounts...

What is this?
Chapter completed!