Lundi 🍝
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𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗪, 𝗟𝗔 𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗤𝗨𝗘 𝗖𝗘 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦 𝗗𝗨 𝗖𝗢𝗔𝗖𝗛 𝗗𝗨 𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗦 👏😳 Patrick Videira dévoile à quel point l’intelligence de jeu est le critère le plus important pour lui chez un joueur, 𝗯𝗶𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗹𝘂𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗾𝘂𝗲 🧠🗣️ : « 𝗤𝘂𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗷𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝘂𝗻 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗲𝘂𝗿, 𝗰’𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝗲́𝗹𝗲́𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗷𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲 : 𝗹’𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲. 🧐 On a beau avoir des schémas préférentiels, 𝗶𝗹 𝗳𝗮𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗿 𝘀’𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗹𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗹’𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗮̀ 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗿, 𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝘃𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝘀. Quand je suis arrivé au Mans, Gabin Bernardeau (à Nice aujourd’hui), 𝗖’𝗘́𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗧 𝗨𝗡 𝗝𝗢𝗨𝗘𝗨𝗥 𝗗𝗘 𝗨𝟭𝟴𝗥𝟭. Chez les jeunes, il n’avait pas le côté athlétique et il a travaillé énormément sur l’intelligence de jeu. 𝗜𝗹 𝗻’𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝘀 𝘃𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝗹 𝗮 𝗱𝘂̂ 𝘀’𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗼𝘂𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗿 𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗿 𝘂𝗻 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀 𝗱’𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀. Quand on regarde les profils dans mon effectif, certains n’ont pas le profil qui est en adéquation pour le haut niveau. 𝗡𝗼𝗮 𝗕𝗼𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲́, 𝗶𝗹 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝟳𝟱 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗼𝘀, 𝗮𝘅𝗲 𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗹, 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗹 𝗿𝗲́𝗳𝗹𝗲́𝗰𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗲𝘁 𝗮 𝘂𝗻 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀 𝗱’𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲. 𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗮𝘀 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲, 𝗶𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝟭,𝟳𝟬𝗺, 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘂 𝗱𝗲́𝗳𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗳, 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝘂̀ 𝗼𝗻 𝗻𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝘂𝘁 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗮̀ 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲… Comment je détecte l’intelligence de jeu ? 𝗦𝘂𝗿 𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗽𝘀, 𝗹𝗲 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗿 𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘁, 𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗲́𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀, 𝗹𝗮 𝗱𝗲́𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝘇𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀, 𝘀𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗲̀𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝘂𝗻 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗲𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝘂 𝘃𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝘂𝗶 𝗽𝗿𝗲́𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗷𝗲𝘁 𝗱𝗲 𝗷𝗲𝘂. 𝗤𝘂𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝘂 𝗱𝗲́𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝘂𝗻 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗹’𝗮𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝘂𝗻 𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗼𝘂𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝘂𝗻 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗲, 𝘁𝘂 𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗶 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗲. 🧠 C’est un détecteur. Et en match, on le voit dans un joueur qui sait répondre au déplacement d’un adversaire. » (@sofoot)
Joyeux lundi de Paques avec un nouvel épisode ! - Rabiot carrière anonyme ? (demandez pas pk on a parlé de ce mec) - Guela Doué est-il la fusion de Maicon et David Beckham ? - Preview des 1/4 de Ligue des Champions (assez excitant on doit le reconnaitre) youtube.com/watch?v=5IMMIU…
ON EST DE RETOUR ! Avec un volet spécial sur la plus belle paupiette réunionnaise et bien évidemment toujours beaucoup d'appartés youtube.com/watch?v=MQCIGL…
“A few months after I moved to Paris, two of my friends from Diadema came to spend some time with me there. They had broken up with their wife and girlfriend and were sad, so I invited them, hoping the visit would help clear their minds. Great. “They soon met other Brazilians, who played for a team like the seventh-division amateur league in the suburbs of Paris — all immigrants without proper papers. “Every night, my two friends came home angry, complaining that they were constantly beaten up. So, I said: “I’ll go over there tomorrow to watch you play.” And I did. “I arrived wearing a ninja hat, half disguised, and watched. The opponents were all dressed up, with their uniforms, equipment, water bottles, and a coach. And my friends’ team was wearing nothing: one in white shorts, another in purple, a third in yellow. The guys were hanging from the goalposts to warm up…. It was a mess. At the end of the match, which they lost, I asked: “Do you want me to train the team?” I’ll never forget the guys’ smiles. They were so genuinely happy and excited, something I had only seen when I was a kid, when we would fly kites in Diadema. I started training the guys every Monday, from 10 to midnight. Sometimes I would train them on Monday and play a Champions League match on Tuesday. I even remember scoring a goal against Barcelona on one of those days. I started loving Mondays. I couldn’t wait to be with those guys. We talked, I listened a lot, and I got to know each one’s stories and struggles. “Some made money playing capoeira, others delivering items on motorbikes or washing dishes. All of them had a hard life, afraid because of their illegal status, with little hope that things would improve, but football brightened up and took the weight off their days. On my first holidays, I went back to Brazil and went to talk to the ultimate crazy woman, my mother: “Mum, can you make stuff for the boys there?” “Say no more! She made travel polo shirts, tracksuits, match uniforms, training uniforms, everything in sizes S, M, L, XL…. I went back to Paris with 21 suitcases. The guys’ dedication grew along with their joy. We started training twice a week, then three times. We got promoted, and at the end of the season, I had a crazy idea. Another one. “I’m going to throw a gala for the team, just like PSG does for us every year.” I rented a castle-like nightclub where Matuidi had thrown his birthday party and started producing ours. “I had already hired a guy who used to film for PSG to film our guys’ matches, too. I asked him to bring all the videos to my house so we could watch them and choose the best goals of the year, the top scorer, the goalkeeper’s best saves. Let’s show them on the big screen! Then I ordered trophies for the winners of each category. Hey, but what about the others? Plaques! We’re going to make little wooden-and-acrylic plaques with each one’s name on them. Everything was perfect. The day before, I called the guys together: “Do you have a white button-up shirt and a basic black coat for tomorrow’s party?” Nobody had one. OK, I will buy you some. I went to the store myself and got some. Then I thought about their girlfriends and wives. I called the group again and gave each one some pocket money so that their SOs could buy a dress if they wanted. The party night arrived. And if I told you it was incredible, one of the most extraordinary emotional moments of my life, as cool as winning the Champions League, would you believe me?” One of my best stories on @TPTFootball theplayerstribune.com/posts/david-lu…
