Chapter Eighty-Seven: Ten Thousand Hours of Correctness

"Sister Shan, are you doing it because football is fun?" Tao Zhiyi hurriedly diverted the topic, the crisis brought by Ding Xunuo had to be faced sooner or later, and it was useless to entangle.

Sang Shan shook her head, fun, it opened the door to football for herself and her brother, but we can still persevere after cold ridicule, failures and setbacks, and even broken legs, which is not fun.

"Are you trying to say that Ding Xunuo doesn't insist on playing football because it's fun now, so I don't have to worry about it?" What Sang Shan was thinking about was Ding Xunuo.

Tao Zhiyi shook his head with a wry smile, I want to divert the topic, you know that day will come sooner or later, everyone will face it together, don't worry about it anymore!

"So you're trying to remind me that our team is in dire need of a happy element right now?" Sang Shan asked.

"No, Sister Shan, I don't know how to build a team, I'm just a reporter, you are professionals, how can I make random suggestions?" Tao Zhiyi continued to shake his head.

Sang Shan's mind is now full of Ding Xunuo, she already lacks normal thinking ability, and looked at Tao Zhiyi suspiciously, so what kind of advice are you going to give to help Ding Xunuo?

Tao Zhiyi didn't want to give any advice at all now, she just wanted to divert the topic and wake up Sang Shan, in fact, everyone knew that what she needed most now was to face her profession.

Of course, this is not that Sang Shan is not professional enough, but since the evening when she found Ding Xunuo, Sang Shan has poured all her sympathy and love into this poor child.

Now Sang Shan is a bit like a mother, messing up for her child, of course, she doesn't know this, after all, she is still an older leftover girl.

Tao Zhiyi hurriedly said: "At noon today, someone instructed us to focus on reporting on a school, a physical education teacher who doesn't know football, and lead the team to win the championship of the city football competition. ”

"Elementary school, right?" Sang Shan blurted out, the so-called concern is chaos, this topic successfully pulled her out of the situation of caring and chaos, and she recovered her ability to think.

Tao Zhiyi smiled and nodded, Yes, elementary school.

That's why she's hesitant to get involved in the story.

The person who gave the instructions, the purpose is obvious, seize this accident, tell the grassroots schools, don't worry about the lack of professional teachers, don't worry about the lack of venues, you have to believe in happy football, as long as there are students involved, play happily, campus football can be warmed up, you can succeed!

The media is so hyped, in the short term, China will definitely emerge a lot of campus football teams, which is not too bad for the current weak foundation of Chinese football, after all, physical education teachers who don't know how to play, or parents who play wild ball, can participate, lower the threshold of football, create a campus football fever, and there will naturally be more children playing football.

When there are more children playing football, the football industry will naturally follow, and the flow and popularity of football will increase.

This character also said a few seemingly reliable words, you see Iceland, such a small country, can go to the World Cup to swim in style, why? They have developed amateur football, and the national team has amateur players, and these amateur players are better than some Chinese internationals.

There is no logical problem with this, but Tao Zhiyi knows that amateur football in Iceland is not operated by a group of physical education teachers and parents who play wild football who do not understand the ball.

To use Gladwell's 10,000-hour rule in his book "Outliers", it takes 10,000 hours to become an expert in a certain field, so most of the players and fans in Iceland have gone through 10,000 hours of correct football training and become professionals.

However, the figure seems to have forgotten what if it was the incorrect 10,000 hours?

Tao Zhiyi is afraid, the football fever caused by such blind propaganda, and the football fever that was finally spawned, will burn away the last bit of professionalism in the already weak Chinese campus football, what should I do?

You must know that now, in the era of big data, most people follow the popularity of traffic.

"Fun and interest are the best starting point for something, and it can also be the motivation to do it well." Sang Shan understood this question from Tao Zhi's thoughtful eyes, and she gave her own opinion, "However, if you really want to do one thing well, you have to be professional, you have to do what you like, and do it in the right way." ”

Tao Zhiyi's eyes lit up, yes, you were right.

Sang Shan then looked at Tao Zhiyi seriously, and said another question that he had been thinking about: "That day, the calendar director said that Wang Yihao couldn't go to Europe, I went back and thought about it for a long time, he was right, the two of us were not professional in thinking about this issue at that time. ”

Tao Zhi nodded, this, she also thought clearly, it was really like this.

They only took into account the love and dreams of Wang Yihao's father's group of old boys, as well as the fact that they could rise in Europe when they went to Europe. But I didn't think about whether this road was correct for Wang Yihao.

Sang Shan continued: "Primary school is the stage of cultivating interest and a solid foundation, physical education teachers who don't know how to play football and parents who play wild ball, they really have the possibility to lead a group of children, challenge professional football, and even win through happy football. However, this does not mean that they are professional. ”

Tao Zhi is convinced, she left the "Football Kid" column held by Mr. Tong Luyao last year, and vaguely felt that this model seemed to be wrong, although she admired Mr. Tong Luyao's uncomplaining dedication to football.

When Sang Shan said this, there seemed to be some truth.

Mr. Tong Luyao's "football kids" U9 age group of Chinese children are not left behind when they go to the United Kingdom and Spain to play with the professional youth echelon there!

According to Sang Shan's words, Mr. Tong Luyao has contributed to cultivating Chinese children's interest in football and helped many Chinese children open the door to football.

However, in the future, it is up to the profession to help these children go on better!

After all, football, the world's No. 1 sport, cannot stay at the stage of children forever.

Tao Zhiyi is very happy, this is the sister Shan she admires the most.

"Nani, this is Chinese school football?" A half-born Chinese dialect interrupted the communication between Tao Zhiyi and Sang Shan.

They followed the prestige, and a young man with hairspray was looking at the players of Zhongya High School training on the court with disdain.

He was dressed in white, clean and tidy, and looked very sophisticated.

The boy seemed to realize that he had been rude, and when he saw Sang Shan and Tao Zhi look at him, he immediately bowed ninety degrees to apologize.

This is, Japanese? Sang Shan and Tao Zhi looked at each other.