everyone loves quidditch

Chapter 5

Seven Hawker finally returned to the team to participate in training. He obeyed Coach Sanger's instructions and was meticulous in all training sessions, but he said little and did not participate in any gags within the team.

Sanger was speechless and suggested that the whole team go to the European Cup together.

In 2001, the Portree Madman team was unstoppable. The striker combination composed of Klein and Paul swept across Europe and won the European Cup with a devastating momentum without losing a game.Ulysses in the stands looked at the glory of others honestly. He thought that his heart should be surging, but he didn't want to be calm like a pool of stagnant water.

This is 2001, Ulysses is 25 years old, has been a professional Quidditch player for the fifth year, has three years of experience in the Quidditch League, and two years of experience in the Quidditch League. Now, he bumped his head against the rookie wall and stared blankly at the front barriers.

The collapse of the 2001-2002 season started from the very first game. The "chasing & attack" cooperation that the Comets were once proud of became a joke. Ulysses and Seven lost the fantastic striker last season Ability, all the pick-and-rolls, counter-runs, zone defenses, and high-position screens have lost their tacit understanding, and the entire team has lost their minds and lost again and again.

After Ulysses changed his clothes, the dressing room was empty. He cast a cleaning spell on himself, and was about to turn and leave expressionlessly, but Graf suddenly appeared and blocked him.

"Hockel is mad, are you mad too?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Ulysses avoided Graf and wanted to go out indifferently.

"Then tell me, what do you think when you are on the field?" Graf's expression was fierce, but his tone was as cold as ever, "You can't see Hawker's position? You can't organize the attack route? The game in your hand Is the walking ball a toy?"

"What do you want to say?" Ulysses stood still and looked back at Graf.

They were born just 8 minutes apart, grew up together and never had an argument in 25 years.Whatever Graf asked, Ulysses had done; whatever Ulysses wanted, Graf had given him, and now they glared at each other.

Graf took a breath and forced himself to calm down, "Hocker passed someone in the ring, you don't set him a pick-and-roll; Hawker got stuck in front of the goal, and your Bludger didn't follow up as a screen... Yuli Sith, do you no longer see Seven Hawker in your eyes? You make me think you are naive."

Ulysses dropped the robe in his hand, "I'm childish?!"

"You are more than naive, you don't even have basic professionalism."

"Ha, ridiculous, what is Seven Hawker doing? What else can he do when he gets the ball besides rushing towards the goal? He can see Bidwell in the bottom corner and Feibriks in the top circle What else can he do but waste his chances? Why should I set a screen for a chaser who can only shoot wildly? Does that turn into scoring?"

Graf's face was frosty, "Your arrogance, your prejudice, I have seen it today!"

Ulysses suppressed his anger, picked up his robe, forced himself to calm down, and said word by word, "Your arrogance, your prejudice, I have seen it today!"

Graf yelled, "Ulysses Griffith!"

"Get out of the way." Ulysses pushed Graf hard. He was ten centimeters taller than Graf. When he pushed Graf away, Graf couldn't even stand still, "Either clean me! Or Purge Hawker! The Comets have me without him, and he without me."

Ulysses pushed open the door and went out, Graf was stunned by his last words, her voice choked in her throat, she had to say something, but couldn't get a syllable out.

After Ulysses said that sentence, he regretted it first, and Graf said that he was naive and not wrong.He decided to say something to Graf, but Graf skipped the next day's practice and disappeared, and the atmosphere in the locker room became more and more strange.

After training, Stevens dragged Ulysses to the Shipwreck without question.

Stevens ordered a table of butter beer, ready to fight a tough battle, "Yuli, I still remember the scene when you joined the team, five years have passed in a blink of an eye."

Yuli teased, "Mike, are you going to start chatting from five years ago?"

Stevens scratched his head, picked up his beer and toasted, "Then tell me, how should I talk to you? I hate reasoning with Ravenclaw the most!"

Yuli asked, "Did Coach Sanger ask you to come to me?"

"The coach said if I told you he sent me, I'd never start for the Comets for the rest of my life," Stevens said.

Yuli nodded, "Oh, you didn't say that, I guessed it."

Stevens nodded mournfully, "You are the team's deputy now. You and the coach team up to bully the players, and you will be sued by the Quichao Players Union!"

Yuli looked at Stevens with distaste. They were batting partners of the Comets, and they cooperated very well last season. Tension and hesitation.

"Yuli, you hate batters?" Stevens asked cautiously.

Yuli shook his head and asked, "Mike, have you been a hitter since you became a professional player?"

Stevens nodded.

Yuli said, "I only became a batsman a season ago. Before that, I was always a chaser, responsible for shooting and scoring."

Stevens didn't understand what Yuli wanted to say, he looked at Ulysses quietly.

"I like the Chaser, I like the feeling of scoring, but even so, when Graf said to me, 'Yuli, the Comets are missing a hitter, I think you can help the whole team in that position' I still agreed. You see..." Yuli spread his hands, "Seven Hawker may not realize what he is doing, but he has screwed up the whole team and me, knowing what I'm doing, screwing up this team."

Stevens broke out in a cold sweat, "Yuli, Yuli, you have to calm down now."

Yuli gave him a funny look, "Aren't I calm?"

Coach Sanger called Graf, and the young captain was very cooperative, with a tactical board and a strategic map, as if talking about tactics.The hatred in Sanger's heart, why is Ravenclaw so stubborn and resigned to death, Ulysses is like this, and so is Graf.

Sanger poured Graf a glass of lemonade and asked, "Graf, put away those tactical boards, that's not what I'm talking to you about today."

Graf said, "Well, you want to talk to me about Ulysses?"

Graf erected a fortress of steel and seemed repellent without magic.

Sanger said, "Graf, the fact that I accepted you and Yuli to the Comets five years ago was the highlight of my coaching career."

Graf forced a smile, "There will be more glorious moments in your coaching career. Now is just the beginning. Why only look at five years ago?"

Sanger said, "No, no, no matter how brilliant the moment is, I will think that it is because you and Ulysses started this wonderful experience. Without you, these subsequent glories would not exist. You Understand? As a coach, the most brilliant thing is not to be the best coach, not to lead the team to win the championship, not to be selected into the Kuichao Hall of Fame after being printed, but to select a few people out of tens of thousands. Yes As far as I am concerned, I discovered you and Yuli five years ago."

Graf said calmly, "If you were facing Seven Hawker, would you say to him, 'My best moment was when I dug you'? The coach is so duplicity, I can't tell you. Which one of the words is true and which is false, do you have to make competitive sports so sensational?"

Sanger said softly, "Graf, you're getting a little too aggressive. May I take it that you've listened to me?"

Graf took a deep breath and softened his tone, "I'm sorry sir, please continue."

Sanger said, "I still remember you once said that you are not a very talented person, and your physical condition can only be ranked in the middle and lower reaches of professional players."

Graf looked at Sanger seriously, she knew that Sanger had something to say.

Sanger continued, "But I think you know that your vision on the court, your understanding of tactics, and your interpretation of the game of Quidditch itself are enough to make you a professional player. You You know, there is always such a kind of people in this world, their wisdom, their vision, and their diligence make them do their best no matter what they do, understand? An excellent person can always make himself an excellent Man... besides, I thought the wise Ravenclaw had thought about his future path?"

Graf was horrified, she looked at Sanger, and the half-life old monster looked back at herself with a smile, her palms were sweating from shock, "You..."

Sanger interrupted, "Then the first question, where do you think the most important ability of a coach should be reflected? Is it tactics? Or grooming players."

Graf forced herself to calm down, and she replied without thinking, "Grooming the players."

Sanger said, "Very well, this is the first lesson I have taught you as a rookie as a coach who has been mixed for decades. Then the second question, do you think, for you, you should start from Start cultivating such abilities now?"

Graf was expressionless, she probably understood what Sanger meant.

After a while, Graf nodded with difficulty, "I see, Coach Sanger."

Sanger smiled. He usually looked very serious, but when he laughed, he was much gentler. He looked at Graf with the eyes of an elder looking at a junior, and gave encouragement, "Graf, we lost in the past month." A lot of games, I hope you solve your problems with Ulysses in a week, okay? You know, you are 8 minutes older than him, which means you who were born 8 minutes earlier have to learn to back down before him. "

Sanger smiled quietly, "This is my second lesson for you."

Graf, who walked out of Sanger's office, thought to herself, 8 minutes of hell, it's not worth it, why is it 8 minutes too long, she has to back down first?Ulysses was five years older than Bivin.

Grafford is very spiritual, 20-year-old Hawker, 25-year-old Ulysses, she seems to understand what Coach Sanger means.