"Mom, I'm doing well here."

"Brother Ou became the captain here, Dayu slept next to me, and I also met some new teammates, and everyone got along very well."

"Coach Zhu is very good to me, he often cares about me in life, and he often guides me on the court, and my ball skills have improved very much..."

"I can't go back to spend this year with my parents, so I'll give you an early year in advance!"

"It's cold, you and Dad pay more attention to your body, I'll take care of myself here..."

"When I finish my studies, I will definitely come back to see you as soon as possible."

"Sincerely, salute."

"I love your son Li Tie the most."

After Mother Li finished reading, she turned the manuscript paper to the first page and read it from the beginning.

This is the eighth time she has read it today.

After Zou Xiaoqing returned to China, the families of Jianlibao students also received letters from their sons. Mother Li would turn the letter out every day and read it several times.

Although Li's father also cared about his son, he was relieved.

A good man has ambitions in all directions, how can he tie his children to his side from an early age?

"Tetsuko has been strong since he was a child, and he will definitely take care of himself over there. Besides, this is not going out to fight, and you can't come back if you go to the battlefield. What the are you anxious about, it's useless to be anxious..."

"Phew! What are you talking nonsense? Don't curse my son! Mother Li hurriedly slapped Father Li, "Close your crow's mouth, is the old lady willing to see if you can handle it?" ”

Father Li couldn't persuade him, so he could only come to the TV and pull the two antennas behind the small ash box to the longest. Then, as soon as you turn the rotary switch on the TV, a snowflake jumps on the screen.

After two shots, the snowflakes on the screen began to decrease, and figures began to appear inside, and the sound gradually became clearer.

“... Recently, the Sichuan Army has Wei Qun, Yao Xia, Ma Minghe, and Liu Bin selected for the national team training list at the same time. Three of them are attackers, and Wei Qun is an assist-type defender, which shows the sharpness of the Sichuan army's attack. ”

On the sports channel, a female reporter is reading a speech.

“... In the 1992 League A and B, the Sichuan Army scored the first goal among all teams, which also confirmed the offensive ability of the Sichuan Army from one side. ”

“... Starting from this year's spring training, the new coach Yu Dongfeng 'introduced Liu Tie to carry out new physical training, and strived to push the rapid and changeable characteristics of the Sichuan army to the peak. ”

"The young Sichuan army is thriving, and the Chengdu home stadium that can accommodate 4W fans is a unique feng shui treasure for the Sichuan army. For many of this year's A-A teams, Chengdu is likely to be the 'Waterloo' of their league this year..."

"Cut! What's the big deal! Isn't it just two Russian foreign aids?! Father Li pursed his lips, "Are we Liaozu still the Ten Crowns?" Are we proud? ”

"If you want me to say, this year will definitely be Liaozu first! After all, it's the first year of reform! We definitely have to set an example for other teams! ”

When Father Li pouted and recalled the glory of Liaozu's past, the host on the screen continued to report and introduce: "... The strength of the Shandong team is also very strong, and the Taishan team has Su Maozhen, the top striker of the national football team..."

"Tut-tut! Shandong is even worse! ”

Father Li sneered, pointed to the family photo of the Shandong team on the screen and said, "Wife, look, do you know what the duckling is Saint Geo?" ”

Seeing that Mother Li didn't take care of herself, Father Li continued to say to himself: "This Taishan team is under the banner of the club, in fact, it is the provincial team, the kind of poor jingle bell!" ”

"The team doesn't have any money at all, and they have to find acquaintances to ask for sponsorship, or they can't even afford jerseys!"

In fact, it is true that Shandong is so poor that they can't even afford to buy jerseys at this time.

The duckling Sangio washing machine alone could not meet the needs of the team, and in the end, he relied on the club's relationship to ask for 80,000 yuan from Jinan People's Mall to sponsor the game uniforms.

Finally, the front of the Shandong team's uniform is printed with "Jinan People Shopping Mall" and the back is printed with "Duck Saint Gio", which is the earliest sponsorship advertisement of AA.

After the Chinese New Year, the spring flowers are blooming, and the A-League is about to start.

Not only have various clubs started training their players, but the Football Association is also desperately raising funds to prepare for the first A.

In the office of the Football Association, a middle-aged man in a cotton coat and brown square frames sat behind a desk, and in front of him was a table of papers.

Here are the information of this year's A-A teams, home conditions, sponsorship, ticket estimates, etc.; There are also some information and remuneration of referees like Lu Jun. The schedule, points determination, winning and losing criteria, rules and regulations of the A-A competition. A series of contents about A-A that the Football Association should pay attention to and control are all placed on an ordinary small desk.

At all times, Vice Chairman Xu is dressed in a plain formal attire. His shirt had been washed white, and the big brown shoes on his feet had lost their paint.

On his face full of setbacks and pains, there are a pair of eyes that have high hopes for the future development of Chinese football. Chinese professional football, from existence to nothing, the burden of all this is almost entirely on him alone.

Just as he was concentrating on thinking about what was wrong with this year's AA, the office door was pulled open from the outside.

"Lao Xu, are you still thinking about AA?"

"I don't want to, I can't! After all, this is the first time we have engaged in an international league. It's not okay to have a problem at all, just pull it and move the whole body! ”

Wang Junsheng looked at the white hair on Vice Chairman Xu's sideburns and sighed.

Recalling the scene when the two met for the first time at the Hongshankou Conference in 92, Wang Junsheng couldn't help but sigh.

"Junsheng, my surname is Xu, and the party group has notified me to participate in today's election. If we're lucky enough to be selected, we'll work together. ”

At that time, Vice Chairman Xu was tall and burly, and he was slightly obese. This cheerful self-introduction immediately attracted Wang Junsheng and left a strong impression on him.

Two years have passed, and in the past two years, from the establishment of the 92 team of the Football Association to the present, everything in Chinese football is in a thriving and vigorous development trend.

Although there have been some problems, contradictions and conflicts in the football world, they have all been skillfully resolved by Vice Chairman Xu with more wise means.

Only when the situation is stable can the situation get better day by day.

After two years of hard work, Vice President Xu has not only promoted the process of football professionalization in China, but also won the recognition of the football circles of Asian countries, and was successfully elected as the first vice president of the AFC. At the same time, he also actively explored the diplomatic field of Chinese football, so that the window of Chinese football to the outside world has been continuously expanded.

In the face of such a revolutionary cadre who has worked hard for Chinese football, Wang Junsheng really doesn't know how to talk to his old partner.

"Military students? You're in trouble, right? After seeing Wang Junsheng enter the room, he looked left and right, Vice Chairman Xu put down his pen and looked at Wang Junsheng with his eyes full of wisdom.

"Alas! Lao Xu, I'll tell you the truth! Wang Junsheng sat on the stool helplessly and threw the documents in his hand on the table.

"Lao Xu, there's a letter from Zhu Guanghu."

"Oh? How's that over there? When Vice Chairman Xu heard this, his spirit suddenly changed.

After Zou Xiaoqing brought back precious video materials last time, the people of the whole country knew about Jianlibao's situation in Brazil.

In particular, Ou Chuliang's save and the goal of negotiation all made the blood of fans across the country boil.

Under the editing of Zou Xiaoqing, it describes the heroic story of the Jianlibao Youth Team under the rule of the villain of the São Paulo Youth Team, which went through dangers and struggled desperately to the death, and finally won the victory.

For a time, the name of the goalkeeper was spread all over the country and became a household name.

"Over there... The situation is not very good. Wang Junsheng said with a bitter face, "The conditions over there are very difficult, and as you know, even the stadium is reclaimed by our players." And it's been a month since I got there, and the chef's salary hasn't been paid to anyone, and now maybe the cooking over there will be cut off. ”

"So bitter?"

Wang Junsheng looked at the wall behind Vice Chairman Xu and sighed: "It's so bitter." ”

"Okay, I got it."

Vice Chairman Xu also turned his head and looked at the small poems on the wall.

It was a small poem with only two crosses.

It was written by Vice Chairman Xu himself.

"Seven bitter poems.

Infinite suffering,

No bitterness.

Bitter and sweet,

Fang knows that suffering is work. ”

At the end of the reading, Vice Chairman Xu suddenly slapped the table: "No matter how poor you are, you can't be poor in education, and no matter how hard you are, you can't be bitter for children!" ”

"The $30W, all of them!"

Wang Junsheng looked at Vice Chairman Xu's resolute face, didn't say a word, and stood up directly and walked towards the door.

He knew that once his old partner had made up his mind, nothing could stop him.

In the account of the Football Association, only the 30W dollar remains.