"Alas!" Lin Furong sighed and said, "I don't know that the Chelsea team and the Houston Rockets are ten times stronger than the Daifuku team!"

But the Yuedong Daifuku team is our native Yuedong team, and the Chelsea team and the Houston Rockets are brilliant and powerful, but in my heart they are still inferior to the Daifuku team. ”

Hearing his father say this, Lin Cheng was also a little helpless, the problem of Chinese football can't even be solved by the five generations of iron-blooded true fans, how can he be solved by a mere businessman?!

However, if you think about it, there are many problems in Chinese football, such as corruption in the Football Association, rampant match-fixing in the league, low cultural and moral standards of players, and so on.

But these problems even exist in the football kingdom of Brazil, and these problems in Chinese football are not enough to destroy Chinese football, in the final analysis, it is precisely the values of Chinese society that really make Chinese football people unable to see hope, which makes China have no soil for football to survive at all.

We have a population of more than one billion people in China, even if there is a disadvantage of race, but among the more than one billion people, it is not a wild talk that there are children whose football talent is no less than Messi and Ronaldo, but when Chinese Messi and Chinese Ronaldo want to play football on the field with their friends, they will always be called to cram school by their parents.

So when China's Messi and China's Ronaldo grew up, we in China had two more insignificant college students, but two less talented players who could save Chinese football.

Lin Cheng said bluntly: "Dad, the biggest problem of our Chinese football is not the black whistle of match-fixing, but the social values of the Chinese people, which leads to the fact that football has no survival soil in China."

Think about it, if I had a good talent for football when I was a kid and loved the sport, and I ran to play football after school without studying, would you stop me?"

"Of course it will!" Lin Furong said categorically: "Playing football is a meal of youth, and I don't know if I can play it, if the level is not enough to play in the professional league, and I haven't learned cultural knowledge, won't my future be ruined!"

Lin Cheng smiled: "Dad, look at it, even you, a die-hard fan of Chinese football, are not happy that your children play football, not to mention other parents who are not interested in football at all!"

"Yes! It seems that in my lifetime, it is very difficult to see the Chinese team appear in the World Cup!" Hearing Lin Cheng's words, Lin Furong finally gave up on Chinese football, and the general environment of Chinese football is like this, it is indeed difficult to recover!

"Not necessarily, the next World Cup is the World Cup of Japan and South Korea, and neither the Japanese nor South Korea will play the World Cup qualifiers, and the Chinese team will no longer need to face the nemesis South Korea team and the powerful Japanese team. Lin Cheng couldn't bear his father's depression and comforted.

In the original time and space, Zhang Jilong, vice chairman of the Chinese Football Association, concurrently served as a member of the AFC Executive Committee, and as a result, he made a key draw and drew the Chinese team's strong rivals Iran and Saudi Arabia to another group, while the Chinese team was in the same group as the second-rate teams such as the United Arab Emirates, Qatar, and Uzbekistan.

This time, the national football team did not disappoint the majority of fans, won all the games that should be won, and directly qualified for the World Cup in Japan and South Korea as the first in the group.

"Yes, don't you say that I haven't thought of it yet, it seems that our Chinese team has a play in this World Cup!" Lin Cheng's comfort finally worked, and Lin Furong finally regained his spirits.

……

Back in his room, Lin Cheng dialed a phone number with a new mobile phone card and asked, "Where are Zhang Xiaoguang and Jiang Chen?"

The other side replied: "Mr. Lin, I have found them, Zhang Xiaoguang is playing Miss in a nightclub called Yehua in Huacheng, and Jiang Chen is eating skewers in a night market in Tianhe." ”

Lin Cheng's voice revealed coldness and cruelty: "I want two tendons, since they don't cherish the ball when they have it, then they don't want to play football for the rest of their lives." ”

The people on the other side felt a chill in their hearts, and then hurriedly responded: "Yes, Mr. Lin, they want to be anti-bone boys who eat bowls of noodles and the bottom of the bowl, and they deserve this retribution, but it's too cheap for them to break their hamstrings." ”

"Hmm. Lin Cheng nodded and said: "Afterwards, the police will definitely suspect that my Lin family did it, you will take a boat to Xiangjiang immediately after you finish it, I have prepared a plane on the Xiangjiang River, you fly directly to Somalia, Wang Chao has controlled an indigenous tribe in Somalia, and his army has 3,000 people, you go over first to help him train the army and stabilize the position." ”

"Yes, Mr. Lin, I promise to complete the task!" The person on the other side of the phone could not change his true colors as a soldier, and he saluted upright.

"Don't worry, I will treat your family well, during your time abroad, your treatment will be increased tenfold, and after a few years of calm, I will arrange for you to return to China." Lin Cheng reassured.

"Thank you Mr. Lin, our life is Mr. Lin's, even if Mr. Lin wants to take it, we will never say anything. ”

"It's not that serious, so be it. Lin Cheng hung up the phone, then took out the mobile phone card and flushed it down the drain.

……

"Brother Guang, the young lady inside is really smart, it would be nice if I could come to play often in the future!" At night, Zhang Xiaoguang and a young man with oily hair and noodles walked and reminisced about the previous happy hours.

"Ming Zai, as long as you follow me, you can eat and drink spicy food and have a good life!" Zhang Xiaoguang said with a big grin.

"By the way, Lin Cheng has returned from the US imperialists, will he punish you and Brother Chen?" asked Ming Tsai worriedly.

"Don't worry, the Lin family has always been benevolent and righteous, and the family is all a big water fish who can be bullied, and they will never do anything to me!" Zhang Xiaoguang said indifferently.

"That's good...... Brother Guang be careful!" Ming Tsai just wanted to nod, but saw a black shadow suddenly rushing from behind, and a white light flashed.

"Ahh

"Brother Guang, hold on...... I'll call 120 right away!" Ming Tsai hurriedly dialed his mobile phone and called Bai Che.

……

At the same time, Jiang Chen was drunk with his friends at the food stall, and a friend drove him back to the hotel, and as soon as he got into bed, Jiang Chen vomited and fell asleep, and the scene was a mess.

The friend who sent him back to the hotel was a man, so naturally he would not stay to take care of him, and left the hotel quickly.

Jiang Chen was in his sleep, and suddenly there was a feeling of pain in the bone marrow, and then he hugged the bleeding left foot [Jiang Chen is known as the golden left foot in the A arena], and let out a miserable howl like killing a pig: "Ahhh

Even though the hotel's soundproofing facilities are very good, Jiang Chen's screams still woke up the hotel owner and other guests, and the boss opened the door to take a look and found Jiang Chen holding his bleeding left foot and screaming, and everyone was stunned.

Keep in mind that the first domain name :.com this book. The mobile version of the mobile version of the wonderful book house is :.com