Like Zhang Jun and Yang Pan, another high-profile player ushered in the first round of Serie A a day later, but he, like Yang Pan, sat on the bench for 90 minutes without any performance. At AC Milan, who have four 'number 10' players, the young Kaka still has to wait for his chance.

Yang Pan, Kaka, the two felt the "Little World Cup" Italian Football League on the bench. It also lets them know that Serie A is not that easy to mix and that if you want to succeed, you have to put in more effort than you would in other places.

But they're not the only ones who are going the extra mile.

※※※

"Huh? What the? That's the end of today's training? Anke was about to take on the next training session with the football in his arms, but Oude told him that this was the end of today's training.

Oude nodded: "There are some things that need to be said to you. He sat directly on the grass in front of the goal, then patted his side and motioned for Anke to sit down as well.

"The first phase of training is over." Oude said.

"It's over?" Anke was a little surprised, he didn't feel it at all, when he first started training, he was looking forward to the end of this dog's training every day. Could it be that the training of the old ghost Oude really worked? Has his mind been numb to the point where he can't remember what he said?

"Hey, what are you thinking?"

"Huh? Oh, didn't think about anything. ”

"Didn't you notice it yourself? Your body has changed a lot, you have muscles all over your body, and your reaction speed has improved significantly. What's more, you can put up with my training completely, hehe! Boy, it's not easy! Oude showed his yellow teeth again: "I dare to say that you are going to call up the Ninth Frontier Brigade now, and they will not hesitate to accept you." ”

Sure enough, they are still training special forces......

"What are you thinking?"

"Ahh No, no. ”

"Well, your school is already open, right?"

"Yes, it's been a week since school started." Anke nodded.

"Hmm." "You're a professional footballer now, but your mind is ......," he continued, pointing to his head, "and you don't have the consciousness to be a professional footballer." ”

Anke was stunned for a moment, didn't have the consciousness to be a professional player? Are you kidding? If I hadn't wanted to be a professional footballer, who would have come to receive your dog's training? Is it just to exercise all day long?

"I think you're here to train for exercise, right?"

Anke looked at Ode, still with big yellow teeth, rosacea, stubble, messy hair, and eyes that never seemed to wake up. But why can he see through his own mind?

"If not, then what do you go to school every day? Do you think you're Superman? I came back to school to receive my training, and I was so tired every day that I had to go to school the next day. "It turns out that he also knows that this training will tire people to death!" Without a girlfriend, do you have too much energy? If that's the case, I'll introduce you to a nightclub with a great young lady, and you can call my name...... "Oude quickly calculated," ...... Eight-and-a-half off, how? ”

"I ......"

"Do you really want to be a goalkeeper? Have you really been a goalkeeper before? ”

"I ......"

"I don't think you have the most basic requirements as a goalkeeper!"

Anke looked up, and he saw that Ode's eyes were wide, staring at him.

"Answer me, what are the most basic requirements to be a goalkeeper?"

"Yes...... Agility, judgment, well......"

"It's all fart! It's bold! It is a determination that once a judgment is made, it will not hesitate! Those who hesitate and look forward will not be able to be goalkeepers! I'll be waiting for you here tomorrow, and you decide for yourself which path you're going to take! With that, Ode got up from the ground, patted the dust on his buttocks, and staggered out of the training ground, ignoring Anke, who was still sitting on the ground.

When Ode turned a corner and disappeared from Anke's field of vision, Reinberg appeared in front of his old friend: "Do you think this agitation method will work for him?" In my opinion, he's a very stubborn man......"

"Feng, do you really think I'm provoking him?" Oude took a bottle of beer from Reinberg and took a sip. "That's all I have to do, ha! It's so cool! He wiped his mouth.

"Isn't it a radical method?"

"I'm telling the truth. If Ann wants to be a good professional goalkeeper, then he has to read and complete this multiple-choice question. ”

But what better way to choose the future of your life? Oliver, you've given Ann a hard homework to do! ”

Oude took another sip of beer: "The goalkeeper's decisiveness is not only manifested on the field, but also in life, once the goal is chosen, he must not hesitate to go on, even if the choice is wrong." You say Ann is stubborn, but for me, that's exactly what he's good at, hehe! ”

"Just like you." Reinberg laughed. His old friend worked as a goalkeeper coach in a German second division team after training Kahn, but then fell out with the president of the club, vowed that he would never coach in a professional team again, and then left. Now he only works as a goalkeeper coach or head coach in the majority of amateur football teams, earning a small commission. Reinberg offered to help him, but he refused. He said that as long as he still had money to drink, he was really a stubborn old man.

"Wait, I gave him a day. The road is self-destructed, and others can't dictate anything, and neither can I. Oude finished the beer in the bottle, and then said to Reinberg, "Are you going to drink?" I'm in for a treat. ”

Reinberg shook his head, "You know I don't drink much. And you old ghost, every time you say that you have a treat, you get drunk in the end, and I don't pay for the wine? ”

"Hey, hey!" Ode grinned, then turned and walked out, "Then I'll go by myself." Mmmm, I didn't expect that I, an old drunkard, would know a German who doesn't drink, and I made friends carelessly......" he muttered and walked away.

Reinberg probed to look at the training ground, Anke had left at some point, and it was empty.

※※※

"You're dropping out?" The teacher looked at Anke.

"Yes, I had to ...... because of some family problems," Anke nodded.

"Okay, there's a form here, just fill it out and hand it in." The teacher handed him a watch and turned to his business.

Anke looked at the withdrawal application form in his hand, and his hand was trembling. It has been more than two years since his parents worked hard to earn money and saved money to send him to Germany to study, and now he has taken the initiative to ask to drop out of school. If you let your parents know about this, you don't know how angry they will be!

Did he make the right choice? Leave the future to that drunken old man? This multiple-choice question is completely blind to itself. Last night, when he was thinking about whether to drop out of school, he thought about the high school exam, what if he couldn't do the multiple-choice questions on the paper? He wrote A, B, C, and D on his desk, then turned the pen and stopped, pointing to whichever it was pointing. Between dropping out and not dropping out, he played with another spinning pen. Is it too irresponsible to treat your future like this?

However, it is worth mentioning that last night he turned five times in a row, and every time the tip of the pen stopped at the word "retreat......

※※※

It's been a day since the agreed time, and Ode doesn't feel the need to wait. He decided to leave, and the day before yesterday he received an offer to coach an amateur club in Frankfurt, where he planned to earn money for drinks.

The only thing that I regret is that it's a pity to have a good piece of material.

As Ode walked out of the training base with his battered travel bag on his back, he was confronted by a man.

"Where are you going, old man?"

As soon as Oude looked up, Anke was looking at himself with a large bag, two large suitcases, and a short haircut.

"Ah...... This, you ......" Ode was a little surprised and didn't know what to say.

"I was a day late because I had to go through the withdrawal procedures and pack up my things and move out of the dormitory. But looking at this stance, where are you going, old man? Anke put the box down.

"Ah, I...... I went to buy wine, buy wine. ”

"Carrying a travel bag to buy alcohol?"

"Well, yes. Because the place where the wine is sold is a bit far away......"

"Where?"

"Frankfurt...... Don't talk about these boring dialogues, you are ......"

"As you can see, I've dropped out of school, moved out of the dormitory, and come to you, old man." Anke laughed.

Oude's eyes flashed, and then he smiled: "Hehe, it's good, it's good." Then follow me. He turned and walked back inside the base.

"Huh? Aren't you going to buy wine, old man? ”

"Hah! I suddenly discovered that Dortmund also has good wine, haha! ”

Anke picked up two more large boxes, ran two steps, and followed. The setting sun stretched the shadows of the two on the road for a long, long time.

Pay for love, be busy for living, why do you work hard? I took careful notes.

With my eyes, I find the way in my dreams, and when it's time to ask for directions, I don't pretend to be cool.

I don't know at what pace the world is changing.

Life is like clay waiting for creation, happiness, the happiness I want, gradually become clear.

Dreams, ideals, fantasies, rhapsodies, delusions......

I just want to stick to the direction I need to take every step of the way, even if I get frustrated occasionally along the way.

Life is the clothes you choose, happiness, the happiness I want, without constraints.

Happiness, the happiness I want, is not far away......

(Stefanie Sun, "The Happiness I Want")

※※※

"Fart! Fart! Fart! It's all fucking fart! Xiang Tao threw out the newspaper in his hand and scattered it on the ground. It just happened to jump Liu Peng, who came in, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"Ignore him, he brought it on himself." Wang Yu was playing Pro Evolution Soccer on the side and accosted him casually. "I told him not to read the newspaper, but he didn't listen, and as a result, he was angry with himself...... Alas! Poor baby! ”

"You're going to die, girl!" Obviously, Xiang Tao's anger has not subsided.

"What's wrong with the newspaper? What they say theirs, ignore them. Liu Peng picked up the newspaper and flipped it up, many of which were news about the National Olympic team's preparations for the Sino-Syrian battle, but it didn't seem to be a good thing.

Although they drew 1:1 with the Syrian national team in the last warm-up game, the media generally did not buy it, believing that from the perspective of the field, the team was completely inferior, and the opponent could still rely on an own goal from the opponent's defender. He also said that Qiu Suhui fired all the former members of the National Olympic team, and some of the unheard of new players who were brought in were gambling and gambling with the entire country's Olympic complex. The closed training camp is purely to stifle people's surnames, and such backward training methods have worn out the enthusiasm and fighting spirit of the players. Some reporters even said that this new national Olympic team has nothing eye-catching at all, and the strength of the three lines is mediocre and has no characteristics. Qiu Suhui has also stated that Yang Pan and Zhang Jun will not be recalled from Europe for the two matches against Syria, raising concerns about whether the national Olympic team can reach the final stage of the qualifiers......

"! Fuck the stinking fart! Those ......" Liu Peng suddenly found that Xiang Taozheng and Wang Yu were looking at him in surprise, and he hurriedly coughed: "Cough!" Cough! Ignore them, ignore them......"

“gooooal！！” There was a burst of cheers for the goal on the TV, and Wang Yu turned his head to find that the Chinese Olympic team in his hand was scored by the Syrian Olympic team, and the game had entered injury time.

"Damn!" Wang Yu scolded and turned off the TV directly. "Why are those journalists so unconfident in their players?"

"It's not because of our predecessor, black three minutes, every time Han can't win...... This has become a traditional ...... of Chinese football" Xiang Tao saw Li Suisheng "floating" through the door again, and hurriedly stopped. Every time he talks about how the former members of the National Olympic Games are, Li Sui will definitely appear in his field of vision, even in the toilet. This guy's resentment is not ordinary......

"Well, I think it's because Qiu Touer has been engaged in closed training, and he is usually very harsh on reporters, and reporters will naturally talk nonsense if they don't understand our situation. Plus we did play poorly in that warm-up game. ”

"No way!" Wang Yu spread his hands, "That's the first time I've played such a formal game!" I'm not even going to say it's the first time I've played in the national team. I was nervous on the court, and I forgot all the words that Qiu Touer said before the game! How else to kick? ”

"Who isn't nervous? I'm nervous ...... too," Liu Peng said, and that's true. Once you put on the five-star red flag uniform, you immediately feel different. Adidas' jersey looks so heavy that it can't even jump on its own.

"In two days, it will be the match against the Syrian Olympic team, and I don't know what the situation will be when the time comes......," Wang Yu said.

"What can happen? Win or lose. Xiang Tao turned on the TV again at some point, and then played the game that Wang Yu didn't quit just now. The Chinese Olympic team kicked off, and the No. 11 player controlled by Xiang Tao took the ball directly to the opponent's goal, and after shaking five Syrian players in a row, he passed the goalkeeper and hit the ball into the empty goal, and the score was a draw.

"Chickens! Girl, how many stars is the difficulty you set? Xiang Tao quickly pressed the goal replay and let Syria kick off.

"Five, five-star ......"

"How can you be so mentally retarded?"

As soon as the words fell, the No. 11 of the National Olympic team made a successful steal directly in the front court, shot from a distance, and scored again. The National Olympic Games actually overtook the score.

"Oh!" Xiang Tao threw the handle, "Girl, did you change this No. 11?" Did it change to Zhang Jun? ”

"Hammer! If you want to change it, change it to myself! You're in luck, be careful with the handle! That's vibrating! ”

"I'm afraid of the hammer, if it's broken, I'll accompany you."

Seeing that these two were arguing, Liu Peng suddenly remembered that in the game with the Syrian national team, the only one who was not nervous was Xiang Tao who played in the second half. His cross after a long run down the left flank forced an own goal from a defender in a hurry......

But then he made a mistake in the tackle after an assist, allowing the opposing striker to easily break into the door guarded by Sima and equalize the score. That tackle was so casual that a defender like him could easily avoid it, right? Is he overrelaxed?

Don't people with thick lines know how to write the word "nervous"?

Liu Peng smiled.

※※※

"Xiang Tao! Can't you just be more steady? Team leader Zhu Qiang reprimanded in training, "In the warm-up game, you gave the opponent a goal because of your mistake, how can you be so careless in training?" ”

Xiang Tao ignored Zhu Qiang's reprimand and turned around and walked back. He also muttered in his mouth: "I also assisted a goal in the warm-up game, why didn't you see it?" Stable? What am I going to play like you? ”

Zhu Qiang didn't want to let go of Xiang Tao yet: "Hey! What do you go? I'm talking to you! Do you hear that? What is your attitude? ”

"That's the end of today's training! Let's go back and rest! Qiu Suhui interrupted Zhu Qiang. As the game approached, the atmosphere in the team was not quite right, and the team leader came out to make trouble for him. I really doubt that he is an undercover agent in Syria. Gotta find a reason to fire him! Lao Tzu doesn't want to lead a team more than a team leader does.

When the team members heard Qiu Suhui's words, it was like an amnesty, and they disbanded after a loud sound, and naturally there would be no fool left to listen to Zhu Qiang's words.

Looking at the scattered team members, Zhu Qiang had a feeling of being left aside, he was the team leader! In the Olympic Games he is definitely more powerful than the head coach, but what has he become now? A clown who is laughed at by the players?

"Coach Qiu, I hope you can explain...... "He didn't see Qiu Suhui, and the training ground was empty except for himself.

※※※

As the vice chairman of the Football Association in charge of the National Olympic Games, Chen Wei made a special trip from Yanjing to Kunming before the game to supervise the game and cheer for the team. There is another thing that belongs to him to communicate with Qiu Suhui in private.

"Do you want to kick Zhu Qiang out of the national Olympic team?" Chen Wei was a little surprised.

"Yes, he's in the way of the team. Originally, the atmosphere has been very abnormal recently, and if he makes such a fuss again, my work is very difficult. You know, I'm the manager and I should focus on training and playing. But now I have to be distracted to deal with the team leader. ”

Chen Wei remembered the report that he had chopped up. "What you said also makes sense, but Zhu Qiang was personally arranged by Luo Wenqiang, it's not easy to move, it's not easy to move."

Qiu Suhui looked at Chen Wei's embarrassed appearance and hurriedly smiled. "Then forget it, when I didn't say anything. Let's focus on the game. ”

Chen Wei nodded: "Well, the game the day after tomorrow, it should be no problem, right?" ”

"No problem."

"The outside world is very worried that you won't recall Zhang Jun and Yang Pan, after all, your subordinates are recruits who have only played one official game!"

"Ho-ho! He didn't call Zhang Jun because he didn't think it was time for him to play. Instead of calling Yang Pan, he is now working hard for the big game, and letting him return to China at this time is not good for his competition in Bologna. I believe that with my current players, there should be no problem in winning the Syrian Olympic team. ”

"What about the condition of the players?"

"No problem."

※※※

"Syria, Syria, Syria, Syria......"

As soon as Xiang Tao opened the door, he heard Lin Feng, who was walking behind him, wearing the official competition clothes of the National Olympic team, walking behind him, muttering like this as he walked.

"That's it!" As soon as I entered the house, I saw Wang Yu pasting a piece of paper on the dartboard. He then picked up the dart and stabbed it at the dartboard on the wall.

"What is this?" Xiang Tao was puzzled.

"Darts!"

"I know it's darts, I'm asking you what you put on the board?"

"Syrian flag."

“……”

"Poof!" The dart hits the bull's-eye.

"I think it's better for you to prick twenty-three villains, write the name and number of your opponent, and then prick them with a needle." Xiang Tao grinned.

As soon as he finished speaking, a large crowd poured in outside the door. The leader was Zhao Pengyu, who poured a bunch of things in his arms on the table, which was exactly the paper man Xiang Tao just said, a full twenty-three.

"Come on, it's not very similar, but everyone will be there!" Zhao Pengyu shouted, and then took out a nail.

"Wait a minute!" Xiang Tao suddenly shouted to stop Zhao Pengyu, "Don't worry, everyone! Then he found the newspaper he had read yesterday, folded and put it together, and when one newspaper ran out, an oversized paper figure appeared in front of everyone.

"This ...... This is. The crowd was puzzled.

"Girl, what's the name of the head coach of the Syrian Olympic team?" Xiang Tao asked Wang Yu with a marker.

"Sand, Shamas......"

Xiang Tao wrote the name on the chest of the paper figures, and then put it in the middle of a pile of paper figures: "Coach, everyone can continue." He pointed to the paper man and introduced.

"Damn! Xiang Tao is too perverted! ”

"The Big Devil?"

"Is this the legendary Syrian manager?"

"The final boss? How much is life? How much defense? How much magic? How much offense? ”

Zhao Pengyu looked at the huge "Shamas" on the table, and then looked at the small nail in his hand: "I'd better do it again with another knife...... Damn, Xiang Tao, you are trying to make trouble, aren't you? ”

"Why am I making trouble?" Xiang Tao looked innocent.

"We're down to business, do you think we're playing house?" Zhao Pengyu said solemnly.

Xiang Tao rolled his eyes, then spread his hands and walked out of the house: "Then you continue." When he went out, he muttered, "It's better to set up a tablet for Li Huitang, and the incense will be on the sky every day......"

In addition to the dormitory building, Xiang Tao took a hard breath of the air at the Red River base at night, which was much cooler outside than inside.

"Ahh O night on the Red River! Why don't you have such a black cockle? Xiang Taoshi's surname is Dafa, and he chanted very emotionally in Mandarin.

"The sky is not afraid, the earth is not afraid, but the Sichuan people are afraid of speaking Mandarin." Where Xiang Tao didn't notice, a dark shadow said.

"Which one?" Xiang Tao was taken aback.

The black shadow stood up, and the lights in the building shone on him, and it turned out to be Li Suisheng. "Trump really lives up to his reputation, and I get goosebumps." He gestured to his arm.

"I didn't let you listen!" Xiang Tao said angrily.

"The paper man is finished?" Li Suisheng asked Xiang Tao.

"You know? No, I came out without piercing. Didn't you pierce it? ”

"Do you think I need to do those boring things?" Li Suisheng said disdainfully.

"That's right. You are a professional player who has participated in the Asian Youth Championships, the World Youth Championships, and the World Cup. We're different, we haven't even participated in the professional league......" Xiang Tao said in a strange voice.

"Do you think there's a play?" Li Suisheng asked suddenly.

"What's the play?"

“…… Don't pretend to be garlic with me, you know what I'm asking. Do you think you can make it to Athens with these people? ”

"The Olympics are next August, right?" Xiang Tao said, "I don't even know what will happen in a month, don't say it......" He counted with his fingers, "...... It was eleven months later. I only know one thing......"

"What?"

"We can win tomorrow's game, hehe!" Xiang Tao looked at Li Suisheng and said, "Oh, one more point. You're a centre-back and I'm a left-back. Don't hold me back tomorrow! He stretched out his hand to Li Suisheng.

Li Suisheng raised his eyebrows, "It's not certain who drags who's hind legs!" He also stretched out his hand, but slapped it Xiang Tao's hand. Then he turned and walked into the building.

Xiang Tao touched his slapped-up palm and looked at Li Suisheng's back thoughtfully.

Olympics? I really didn't think about it, because it didn't have to be thought about at all......

※※※

Zhao Pengyu panted and looked at the final boss "Shamas" in front of him, "There is still this last one left, it's so tired!" Brothers, how do you solve this girl? ”

"Chop and feed the dog!"

"You're going to get me a dog?"

"Destroy first, then kill! Kill again! ”

"Damn! You are more perverted than Xiang Tao! ”

"Wouldn't it be easier to burn them all?" A voice came from the doorway, and everyone turned their heads to look, but they saw nothing.

※※※

The players have no problem, right?

Should...... Probably no problem.

;