Lauren Weisberger (born March 28, 1977) is an American writer and also author of the 2003 bestseller The Devil Wears Prada, a roman à clef of her experience as an aide to Vogue editor-in-chief Anna Wintour.
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The stumper king
Football is played with the foot. My ones who have no idea. The stumbler knows that football is played with everything (except for what s suspended from the shoulders on both sides). Thigh, lower leg, hip, stomach, chest - for this striker it says: Head down and forward in the solo program. Also on Wimbledon lawn he only creates two seconds what you call close balloon. From contact number three jumps and feathers and flips the ball between lawn, opponents and all its own body parts so that you get a idea what physicists excited at the chaosthory.
This king of stumbling has no reason to play. His technique is limited to a clean pass. So he marches purposefully by rows unbelieving curse opponents. And then he stands in front of the box, he is freezing cold. He goes with his patented shin slingshot shot, which contradicts the principles of the beautiful game that the FIFA considered, in the future as foul to value it.
The man for everything
Football is a team of eleven specialists. My ones who have no idea. Just as every left-part is secretly white, for whatever reasons he is set up there, the man also knows why he regularly stands at the forefront of that skirt command, which he calls the team. He should shoot goals! He can do that too. As high as the All-Star has played earlier, he was so high at that time, but back at the subclassed home club he has long been mutated to the all-rounder. Inevitably. He is no longer the youngest, but still the fastest, Fittest, capable. He can play everywhere: Consider the team from eleven his clones, there would be no more worries!
This different player has no reason to play, he would get the ball back directly. All this hope in the looks! Issue shortly before the end? Then the All-Star is no longer only striker, then he is Libero, six, eighth, tens, laterally offset coach. While the left-back is long ago hidden more behind his opponent and the young talent feigned a cruciate ligament tear, the man has to answer for everything from 87% ball possession 85%. And there is a free kick from 44 meters just before the end, the coach only gives a sign. Everyone knows who tries it. Direct.
The bullet
Football is the balance between vertical and horizontal, dynamic and braking game. My ones who have no idea. This striker type knows what football is actually: pace, furie, rage! He is only with half an eye on the game happening behind his wiry back, with the one and a half others, he visits the room in front of him, who lures him like his teammates the sofa. He knows only full throttle, knows only steeply straight ahead, also gladly starts out for free, and then has to be captured by the eggs on the fields behind the neighboring village with the lasso. But that does not matter to him, it gets frustrating only when his running path is not a meter floor over the length of the field. Cross, sometimes even to complete, it costs him eight-fold effort, he seems to be connected to the opposing gate via rubber band. Then he also likes to flock to bleats because his team does not estimate the ability given to him by God.
This usain bolt has no reason to play. In possession of possession he is faster than the time, his teammate thus still in the cabin in the cabin. He is a disciple of the tempo shot, even if his team leads in the 92nd minute with 1: 0. He masters exactly two things: calling and, fast race . And if he wants to develop further, he still learns to take ball and, ball . The, goal, however, comes in meaning ranking somewhere between line magistrates (never offside!) And, crowding cooling (ice spray). In standardistations, flanks and Tiki-Taka, he sees cases for the International Sports Court.
The Sturmuffel
For football you have to be physically fit. My ones who do not know how it works. With too short, but too close jersey above the bouncing satchel and two flipple boxes as a shin guard occupies this striker immediately after kick-off his area: a circular radius around the penalty point. If you were drawing a heatmap, this spots in the opposing penalty area would be trackful like the red giant pouring sweetheart in the constellation Orion. A few smaller light spots would still be around the middle circle. The occurred when he has to cut deep after goal success in the abutment point.
This original power has no reason to play. Because where he stands, there is nothing left to play. There is only be more or not-be. Extend the ass, the arms exiting, he sucks the ball. He feels the rectangular net in his back intuitively. No secret, nowhere: The man deck, which hangs on his back like a parasitic picker on a worent, knows exactly what happens, but can not prevent it. With a rotation he is wiped aside - and then grace God, keeper! Because if the balancing brint is a bit dominated, then it is to concentrate his body weight on this small point on the clamp. Pure kinetics. Pure aesthetics. Pure sport.
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