Caught a severe cold

  "Wu Yu, after passing the ball, you should make a timely run to support your teammate!" Lippi stopped training and walked over to Wu Yu.

  In Ripi's mind, he thought that this midfielder who played in Europe could quickly understand his tactical intentions, and the performance of the previous few days was also like this, but for some reason, Wu Yu's training performance has actually deteriorated over the past two days, which made him somewhat annoyed.

  "Coach, I know it, just wait a minute and I'll definitely make it!" Wu Yu said sincerely while looking at Li Pi.

  Li Pi took a look at Wu Yu and nodded before walking back to the edge of the court.

  After Li Pi left, Wu Yun's heart was filled with doubts:

  What's wrong with this body? Since yesterday, my chest has been feeling a bit stuffy. Today, it feels especially hard to breathe. Just now, after passing the ball, I really felt uncomfortable in my chest, so I didn't go to receive it.

  After taking a deep breath, Wu Yun felt his chest seemed to relax a bit.

  Training continued, but Wu Yu found his footsteps particularly heavy. Despite his best efforts to run, he always felt a lack of energy.

  After the training session ended, Ripley found him.

  "Wu Yu, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? I saw that you seemed to have a hard time running."

  Lipi's tone was not accusatory, but concerned.

  "Coach, I've been feeling a bit stuffy in the chest for the past two days, and my breathing doesn't seem to be smooth. I'll adjust it and should be fine," Wu Yu explained.

  "Remember, a healthy body is the foundation for a player to play football. If there's anything wrong, be sure to speak up!" Lippi seriously and caringly reminded Wu Lei.

  "I know, coach!" Wu Yu also replied cautiously.

  "Xiao Yu, what's wrong with you today? Did Ripi invite you to drink coffee?" Gao Wei said with a smile as he came out of the bathroom, wiping his hair.

  Wu Yu didn't answer, his lips moved slightly, but he couldn't say a word.

  Gao Wei saw Wu Yu didn't make a sound, turned his head around, but found him lying on the bed, looking like a dead cat.

  "Xiao Yu, what's wrong?" Gao Wei saw Wu Yu's expression was not right and hurriedly walked over to ask with concern.

  Wu Yu now only feels dizzy in his mind, his eyelids are very heavy, and his throat seems to be blocked by something, making it difficult for him to breathe.

  "I must be ill." Wu Yu struggled to move his lips and said a sentence.

  Wu Yu opened his mouth, and Gao Wei was startled, because his voice had changed, and it was low and weak. He hurriedly ran out to call the team doctor in.

  The team doctor also frowned upon seeing this.

  "How are you feeling now?" The team doctor asked anxiously while touching Wu Yu's head.

  "My whole body aches all over, and I feel weak in the hands and feet." Wu Yu struggled to express his feelings: "And my head is very dizzy."

  After saying these two sentences, Wu Yu closed his eyes and breathed heavily with difficulty.

  He came back to take a bath after finishing his training in the afternoon, and it became like this. He himself didn't know why he suddenly lost strength in all four limbs and was paralyzed on the bed.

  "Doctor, how is he?" Fu Bo and Zheng Zhi heard the news and also came into Wu Yu's room.

  "He must be because of the big temperature difference from the UK to here, his body can't adapt, and he caught a cold again."

  The team doctor frowned and said.

  "You've been here for several days, how can you still be unaccustomed to it now?" Zheng Zhi asked in puzzlement.

  "It's hard to explain, but it's not impossible because his body had been suppressing the discomfort brought by this climate before, and now it suddenly broke out, that's why." The team doctor said while taking Wu Yu's pulse.

  "What if I haven't erupted yet, will it be even more serious?" Gao Wei said worriedly after hearing the team doctor say so.

  "Eat well, get enough rest and don't overtrain, then there won't be any problem."

  After the team doctor's explanation, Gao Wei finally breathed a sigh of relief. Wu Yu also understood that he had not stopped to adjust and rest when his body started feeling unwell from yesterday, but instead insisted on training, trying to suppress the discomfort, which ultimately led to the outbreak.

  "How long does he need to rest?" Fu Bo asked with concern. After all, the Asian Cup is about to start in a week, and China's first opponent in the group stage is powerful Iran. If Wu Yu cannot play, China's strength will be greatly affected.

  "Wu Yu's body is all right, and he should be able to recover within a week. However, he won't make it in time for the first match."

  The four people present showed a look of helplessness and regret on their faces after hearing this sentence. They all knew that the player's physical strength would drop sharply after re-injury, even if they recovered before the game, without a few days of recovery, their physical fitness could not meet the requirements for playing. Moreover, re-injury was more serious than ordinary colds, and since the team doctor said so, it meant that Wu Yu really had no chance to play in the first game.

  "I'll give you some medicine and take good care of you, don't worry too much." The team doctor put away the stethoscope and other tools, comforting Wu Yu.

  Fu Bo and Zheng Zhi also left after talking to Wu Yu for a couple of sentences, leaving him some space to rest.

  Wu Yu lay quietly on the bed, his mind dull and heavy, his eyelids drooping, but he couldn't sleep. He felt terrible now, the group stage had already been so cruel, and yet he was still suffering from a cold before the match even started, what a bumpy fate.

  "Dawei, the next game is up to you." Wu Yu said weakly.

  But after a while, he didn't hear Gao Wei's response

  。

  "Da Wei?" Wu Yun struggled to turn his head over and looked towards Gao Wei's bed.

  All he saw was Gao Wei wrapped in a blanket, wearing a mask, and vigilantly staring at himself.

  "Xiao Yu, don't talk to me, your virus will spread through the air and infect me!" Gao Wei said, moving his butt back a little.

  "Damn it..."

  At night, Wu Yu had taken his medicine and was preparing for bed when Li Pi arrived.

  "How are you? Any better?" Li Pi sat on Wu Yun's bedside, looking at him with concern.

  "Cough... just took medicine, haven't seen any effect yet." Wu Yu lightly coughed twice and said in a changed tone.

  "Don't worry then, just focus on recovering," Ripley comforted.

  "Coach, I..." Wu Yu saw Lippi's calm demeanor and couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. This was his first major tournament playing for the national team, and Wu Yu yearned to make an even greater contribution to the team. But suddenly falling ill had definitely disrupted Lippi's game plan, and he also felt apologetic towards the team in his heart.

  Li Pi saw the self-blame in Wu Yu's tone, and he waved his hand to interrupt Wu Yu: "You should know that there are three rounds in the group stage. What you need to do now is to return to the team as soon as possible. Don't worry about other things."

  Although Li Pi's words were somewhat absolute, they sounded warm to Wu Yu. This old man was equivalent to taking the pressure that Wu Yu had in his heart and putting it on himself.

  "Uh-huh, I understand, Coach." Wu Yun looked at Ripley and nodded heavily.

  After leaving Wu Yu's room, Lippi did not return to his own bedroom, but walked towards the conference room provided by the hotel. Where, including Fu Bo in the Chinese coaching staff and Lippi's Italian coaching team, were waiting for the arrival of the head coach.

  "Everyone says that Wu Yun can't play in the first game. Who should we use to replace him?" Ripi sat down and started discussing.

  In his mind, Wu Lei was supposed to be the first choice for the front waist position. Whether it's overall vision, breakthroughs, passing or long-range shooting ability, Wu Lei's performance in the Portuguese Super League has been satisfactory to Lippi, and he and the coaching staff have also developed a series of tactics centered around Wu Lei.

  But Wu Yu suddenly caught a cold before the match and couldn't play in the first round of the group stage, which was quite a headache for him.

  So an emergency meeting was convened temporarily, re-select a main midfielder, and even re-formulate tactics.

  "Wang Shangyuan can also play this position, he has performed well in Bruges." Fu Bo suggested.

  After him, several coaches also spoke out in agreement, including those from Italy.

  "Wang Xinyu is not bad, but his awareness of going forward is too strong. His ability to organize offense and defense is not very outstanding. In this match against Iran, we need to be more cautious." Another Italian assistant coach opposed Fu Bo's proposal.

  "Zhang Xizhe, I think it's worth a try. He has been with the national team for two or three years and his coordination with teammates is better than Wang Shuang."

  "Or put Zheng Zhi in front waist, Zhao Xuri and Huang Bowen partner back waist position?"

  "Zheng Zhi is 34 years old this year. If he plays as a defensive midfielder, his physical strength can't keep up, and we also need an experienced player in the defensive midfielder position to hold down the fort."

  ……

  Seven or eight coaches discussed the replacement of Wu Lei's position and the changes in China's tactics, with everyone having different opinions. They put forward nearly ten alternative plans to Lippi, who just sat aside, stroking his chin, listening quietly without interrupting.

  It wasn't until midnight that they finalized two or three sets of plans to try out. A change in one position had led to such a huge change, leaving Fu Bo and the others shocked. Lippi's ability to gather them for a meeting in such a short time was also something that made them feel inferior.

  The next day, under the command of the coaching staff, the national team tried several changes in formation, and the organizational core of the midfield also shifted from Wu Lei to Zheng Zhi. This 34-year-old veteran is still the player with the best overall view in the team.

  And for the attacking midfielder, there are many options. Originally, Wu Yong was supposed to occupy the front waist position, but now that he can't play, Zhang Xizhe, Wang Shuangyuan, Sun Ke and even Dabao can all play this position.

  The national team players also feel the change of Lippi's tactics, and everyone is very excited to compete for this starting position.

  Ripley stood at the edge of the field, watching his teammates practice tactics, his brow furrowed and his face solemn.

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