"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

A man in his forties ran over panting, and he couldn't stop apologizing while holding Qin Goode. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Don't help, don't help, let me lie down for a while......" Qin Good, who was lying on the ground with gold stars in his eyes, suddenly felt that he was really sorry for Terry and Luiz in the Champions League final.

It's really uncomfortable to be smothered in the head by a ball......

Zhang Chengquan suddenly felt bad.

The shot just now was not very powerful, but the guy in front of him looked young, but he lay on the ground for a long time and didn't want to get up, obviously he had learned this aspect of acting.

This guy ...... Shouldn't you take the opportunity to touch porcelain?

Although my surname Zhang is not a poor person, it hurts a little to be stabbed for no reason.

But...... Why did someone take out their phone and shoot them wildly?

And...... Why did you rush over with a camera that wasn't cheap at first glance?!

"Qin Gude was beaten?!"

Those guys who looked particularly excited surrounded Lao Zhang in an instant, and the high-frequency flashing lights crackled together, reflecting Lao Zhang's old face a miserable pale.

"Qin, Qin Gude?"

He suddenly recognized who the person lying on the ground was: he and his son had only seen him lead the national team to beat the incoming South Korean team two days ago, that ...... Champions League Player of the Year! That national hero of football! The strongest core of the national team within fifteen years!

Isn't he going to play Japan in three days? If he is really injured, Japan slaughters this national team at home, and then lets Gao Hongbo go home in disgrace, will he become a national sinner?

Is Gao Hongbo going to hate me to death?

Fortunately, the people on the ground finally got up on their own.

"It's all gone!" Qin Gude waved his hand at those tabloid reporters, as if he was scolding the general of the soldiers, "If you are Chinese, don't make trouble!" ”

"Excuse me, what do you think of the upcoming Japanese team?" There are really people who not only did not retreat, but got closer, "Is there any certainty of victory?" ”

Qin Gude glanced at him: "You are not sports reporters, go home and rest." ”

After those people left in a huff, Zhang Chengquan finally had a chance to speak: "You are really Qin Gude?" ”

"I am," Qin Gude looked at him and touched his head again, "It's okay, it's just a little dizzy just now, and you also play football?" ”

"Ah, I'm training with my son......" Zhang Chengquan pointed behind him.

"Training?" Qin Gude glanced at it.

The boy looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, but his physique was slightly stronger than that of ordinary Jiangnan men.

"My son has been learning football since elementary school and entered Greentown Football School at the age of 11," Zhang Chengquan couldn't help but look proud about his son, "Their coach Tang only watched it once, and decided to keep my son!" ”

"Hehe, that's good." Qin Gude smiled - he couldn't help but want to laugh when he heard about the domestic youth training system, but he didn't want to dampen the enthusiasm of this enthusiastic father, so he casually responded.

"What about you...... Mentor him? Zhang Chengquan, who was a little excited, didn't care about his tone at all, and didn't care whether the other party agreed or not, he directly beckoned his son over, "Do you know who this is?" ”

"Qin ...... Goode?! "The little guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes still looks a little green and handsome, and the joy is obviously greater than the surprise after seeing the people's hero.

"Hello, little brother, what's your name?" Seeing the stars flashing in the other party's eyes, Qin Gude didn't want to make the child feel cold, so he asked with a smile.

"Zhang, Zhang Ningyu!" The child straightened his chest, and his eyes were full of pride.

Qin Gude was stunned, and the look in his eyes immediately became a little different.

"Haha, it's the same name as the original national team striker, see the smile." Lao Zhang scratched his neck, but there was no embarrassment, "But it's not me who follows the trend, my son is famous when he goes to kindergarten." ”

"Haha," Qin Gude laughed dryly and patted Xiao Zhang's shoulder, "What position do you play?" ”

"Striker."

"Practice a ball with me?" Qin Gude stretched out his foot to flick the ball, "Your dad stood on the defensive pile, you saw the moment I passed the ball against offside, and then shot at the goal, do you understand?" ”

"It's easy!" Xiao Zhang nodded confidently.

"My passing is not the same as you do in school, run at full speed, let me see your speed." Qin Gude smiled and beckoned Lao Zhang to stand up.

Xiao Zhang began to accelerate ten meters away from his father.

Good speedup!

Qin Gude pocketed his ankles, and with one foot low, flat and fast, he pressed against the earth and rushed straight ahead.

The smile on Zhang Ningyu's face has long since disappeared: he is not a fool, he can receive passes comfortably at full speed, this skill is ...... An international is indeed an international!

"How?" Zhang Chengquan watched his son hit the ball into the empty goal, and then cheered like a child.

"The physical fitness is very good, the basic skills are also good, if you train well...... There should be no problem in getting into the national team after five years. Qin Gude told the truth that the fifteen-year-old could be the star of hope for the Chinese team - if it didn't exist for himself.

"Really?" Zhang Chengquan hurriedly called out to his son, "Did you hear that?" You will definitely be able to enter the national team in the future! Dad didn't lie to you! ”

Xiao Zhang's face also rippled with a smile of surprise and pride, and then he suddenly asked, "You...... Can you introduce me to the European Club? ”

Qin Gude couldn't help but be stunned.

This scenario...... Why is it déjà vu?

"Children are not sensible, don't take it ......seriously," Zhang Chengquan waved his hand, signaling the child not to embarrass the national hero.

"Do you really want to go to Europe and learn to play?" Qin Gude suddenly laughed: It seems that he has heard this sentence from other people's mouths......

"Yes!" Zhang Ningyu answered him categorically, just like Qin Gude back then.

Is this a legacy?

Qin Gude in 91 met Zhang Ningyu in 97 here, is this providence?

"I'll help you get a chance to try out Borussia Dortmund, you should hurry up and get your passport and visa, the sooner the better." Qin Gude finally made his decision.

Six years ago, Sun Jihai took himself to Europe, and now, six years later, do you want to take your juniors to Europe?

Will this be a good thing for Zhang Ningyu?

Will this be a good thing for Chinese football?

He had no way of knowing.

He just felt that Dortmund's level of youth was ...... At least it's a little higher than the Super League.

"Quick, son, thank you, Uncle Qin." Lao Zhang hurriedly hugged his son's shoulder.

Zhang Ningyu looked incredulous: "Thank you...... Uncle Qin! ”

The muscles on Qin Goode's face jumped up involuntarily.

Qin ...... Uncle? (To be continued.) )