"I assure you, sir, if there is one more defeat in the remaining three games, I will leave with those two 'damned' Chinese!"

Adrianse looked at Zhang Jun and Yang Pan, who were training on the field, and he didn't tell them about his argument with the boss, he didn't want to break their confidence. That old fat man of Horns has no other skills, and his nonsense kung fu is first-class.

The team lost again, the atmosphere in the team was not good, and it was better not to let the players know about this kind of thing, because they have a very, very difficult game next week.

In the three rounds that just ended, although Adrianse saw Zhang Jun and Yang Pan great, he still did not let the two participate in the competition, and he did not even enter the 16-man squad. He considered that the two of them still lacked a tacit understanding with their teammates, and that they had not had a minute of professional football experience, and if they were recklessly sent on the pitch, it was likely to ruin them. The pressure and pace of professional football is not as simple as some people think, with the deafening shouts and boos from the stands, the malicious eyes of opponents, the media smashing or batting, and the money behind football...... He didn't know if these two Chinese teenagers could withstand it.

What gives him the most headache now is that he boasted in front of his boss in a fit of anger, and he will be dismissed from class if he loses. Their next league opponent is PSV Eindhoven (PSV), who are currently in second place, and one of the traditional top three, is still away. How easy is it not to lose? With such a huge pressure, can he bear it alone? If you lose the game next Saturday, it doesn't matter if you leave, but the career prospects of Zhang Jun and Yang Pan are implicated!

Why did you say the names of the two of them in the first place? Is it because you're dizzy from that fucking fat man? One is hot-headed, but he has taken the future of two stars of hope, is he too cruel?

"I didn't expect to be the one who forced myself to the table, Les......" Adrianse shook his head and smiled bitterly.

On Saturday, October 3, 2002, the weather was fine in the Netherlands. This day is an international football match stipulated by FIFA, and in these days when there are no major cup qualifiers, each country has to play a warm-up match, and the event is graded A, and it is recorded in the FIFA ranking score.

International competitions are said to be specially prepared for national pairs, and because of this, many clubs have opposed it. Because, according to the regulations, the warm-up matches held in the continent must be reported to the national team by 24 hours at the latest, and the cross-continent can be increased to 48 hours. After the match, players from the continent must report to the club within 24 hours, and the intercontinental players are allowed to report up to 48 hours. As for the finals of those tournaments, the national team members are required to report to the national team 14 days in advance. Long journeys, physical fatigue and injury susceptibility are all things that can be a headache for club owners, so why should their players have to travel long distances for an inconsequential warm-up game at risk of injury?

However, a small club like Warrendam has no such worries at all, and there is no active international player in the team, so there is no conflict of interest with the national team. So this Saturday, Adrianse announced a two-day holiday to let the players who have been nervous relax and relax. But he can't relax himself, and he has to be sad about his next away game against PSV Eindhoven.

The striker is now the undoubted "root of all evils" and must be replaced, but Adrianse has two cards in his hand and is afraid to play it. Zhang Jun and Yang Pan don't have a one-minute professional record, and once their performance against a strong opponent is a failure, then their professional path is almost at an end, imagine the face of that fat man...... Just made progress, but was about to fall on the starting line, such a blow was too big, even Adrianse didn't dare to take this risk!

While Adrianse was still thinking about the problem of Zhang Jun and Yang not being able to climb up, the two were watching the game with other teammates in the Dutch capital.

The 51,342-capacity Amsterdam Arena, Ajax's home stadium, is packed, and all you can see from the stands is orange, passionate, uninhibited. Before the game even started, the Dutch fans began to perform, singing Queen's classic old song "Wewillrockyou", pushing the atmosphere of the stadium to the first **. This song was sung at Euro 2000 in all the stadiums where the Netherlands was played, and it really resembles the style of Dutch football: all-attacking, all-defending, passionate, arrogant and uninhibited.

Zhang Jun and Yang Pan have watched the Eindhoven memorial match at the Philips Stadium, Eindhoven's home stadium, but there is still a big difference between 30,000 and 50,000.

The teammates around them are also professional players, but at this time their performance is no different from the fans in the stands, they specially wear orange Dutch home jerseys, and join all the fans in making waves, cheering and singing. At this time, they are the fans, the fans of the Netherlands.

Looking at the fanatical fans around him, Zhang Jun has even begun to mourn for the away team Iceland in his heart. Playing in this kind of atmosphere, I am afraid that any away team will not be able to play normally, this is the so-called "home advantage", right? Zhang Jun couldn't help but think of Shenyang Wulihe on October 7 last year, probably the same feeling, the fan is the twelfth player on the field.

The appearance of the Dutch team ignited the atmosphere again. When the familiar orange shirt appeared on the green field, the fans kept waving their arms and set off a wave of people, and the orange-covered Amsterdam Arena looked like a lava boiling crater, ready to erupt at any moment.

The appearance of Davids made Keizer, who was next to Zhang Jun, a little excited, and he chanted Davis's name along with the fans. The main defender of Juventus and the Dutch national team, who still wore his hair in braids and black-rimmed glasses, raised his hands to greet the fans when he heard the shouts of the fans.

"Do you like Davis?" Zhang Jun asked Kozel, who had finally quieted down, strangely.

"Well, he's my idol......" Kozel looked reverent, "and that's my goal!" ”

When Zhang Jun thought about it carefully, in addition to the different figures, their playing styles were really similar. They are all very strong ways to grab the ball, and the enemy is hard to run, and they can't run to death, and they are full of fighting spirit.

Kluivert, Vannis Telrooij, Frank Deboer, Cocu, Overmars, Vandersar, Stam...... These names all caused a small eruption of the Amsterdam Athletic volcano.

But when Iceland came out, all they could do was boo, and even Buys, who was on the side. This booing from the fans does not always mean that they are dissatisfied with someone, but that they put psychological pressure on the away team, so that the home team can also guarantee a win. These fanatical fans are really love-hate creatures, as long as they are opponents who support the team, they will hate them wildly, boo them, and use all means to cause psychological pressure on the opponent and increase the difficulty of playing.

The match ended with the Netherlands beating Iceland 3-0. Zhang Jun was not impressed by the game itself, mainly because the atmosphere in the Amsterdam Arena made him unforgettable for a long time. The fanatical fans, the overwhelming orange, the stands seem to tremble every time there is a tsunami. Despite being only a bystander, Zhang Jun was deeply moved by this atmosphere and was enthusiastic about it.

When Kluivert scored the third goal for the Netherlands, the 50,000 fans in the stadium chanted his name wildly. Zhang Jun lowered his head and clenched his fists: This is football! This is the stage of my dreams!

"Ann! Three more barrels of beer! ”

A big fat man shouted loudly at the back, full of anger. In front of him, more and more people gathered, and this afternoon's warm-up match between Germany and the Czech Republic was the highlight of today's international competition, so it attracted a lot of people.

A tall Chinese young man came out carrying a large barrel, put the wine under the bar, and turned to go into the back room. Every time the competition comes, this tavern is always overcrowded, and Anke is also very busy. It is usually a gathering place for Dortmund fans, as long as Dortmund plays, there is no shortage of people here, there is no league game, and the national team is naturally the object of their common support.

The game began, and the fans' attention was on the TV broadcast, each holding a heavy beer glass without taking a sip. Anke could also take a break, he chose a corner, stood against the wall, and also looked at the TV. As the game progressed, he would sigh or cheer with the others, like a loyal German fan.

When Kahn saved Czech striker Jan Koller's almost certain goal, he was greeted with cheers, and the performance of the world's number one goalkeeper was fantastic! Kahn picked up from the ground and waved his fist at Coral and the Czechs, but Germany, who was fighting at home, was pressed and beaten by the Czechs, which was really uncomfortable.

Anke was cheering, watching Kahn swing his fists, worthy of being the captain of the German national team, a spiritual leader, his performance on the field is indeed very inspiring to his teammates. Anke looked down at his hands again, he had to study in Germany and work in a bar, and his parents spent a lot of money to send him out, and he still needed to figure out some of the living expenses. It's been a long time since you've touched a football, and your hands are raw, right? Looking at his hands full of calluses because of moving things, in this noisy bar, Anke suddenly missed the time when he played football with Zhang Jun, Yang Pan, Ren Yudi, and Kaka in high school.

When a Chinese teenager was studying in a foreign country, it was very difficult, and his parents did their best to send him abroad, didn't they just hope that he would get better than his parents when he returned to China after completing his studies? Studying, part-time job, life...... Is it like this, gradually moving away from football, away from youth, until one day it is completely forgotten?

There are so many possibilities for tomorrow that Anke doesn't know which one awaits him.

In the remaining week of training, Adrianse was always paying attention to the training situation and state of Zhang Jun and Yang Pan. Over the past two weeks, the cooperation between the two and their teammates has initially reached tacit understanding, which is a good phenomenon. But he still didn't dare to put them in the starting 11 list, and it was the first time in his coaching career that he had encountered such indecision. The potential of both of them is undoubted, and if the first step can be taken well, their future is also undoubted. But this is the first step, how easy is it to take it? Betting on the entire future of the two hopeful stars, such a big gamble made Adrianse, who had seen the wind and waves, tremble and hesitate.

Eventually, after training the day before the game, Adrianse told the two men that they were in the 16-man squad – meaning they had a chance to play tomorrow!

In the list of five substitutes, except for one goalkeeper, among the remaining four places, Adrianse actually brought two strikers at once, which can be regarded as a manifestation of his inner struggle.

Zhang Jun and Yang Pan, who returned home, suppressed the excitement in their hearts, ate dinner as usual, and returned to their rooms to review Dutch after dinner. It's as if tomorrow is just an ordinary training day.

Li Yan sat on the sofa boredly flipping through the newspapers he brought to his friends from China, who passed in front of him for a while, and then stood in front of him to show his full outfit: a red and white Eindhoven jersey and a red Eindhoven scarf. The friend spun around in front of him: "How's it going?" ”

"Big brother! You've walked back and forth in front of me seventeen times, turned ten times, and asked 'how' eleven times! Please, go around me! Li Yan threw away the newspaper and said in a pleading tone. Isn't it just an ordinary Dutch Super League? Is it worth being so happy? ”

"Hey, hey! PSV Eindhoven makes my favourite team, how can I not support it at home? Their opponents can make the league's vice-squad leader (vice-squad leader: because in the march of the army, it is often the squad leader who walks in the front, and the second deputy squad leader who walks in the back, and later, the word "deputy squad leader" is used in competitive sports, meaning the last place) Warrendam, the chances of winning are 100% white! Besides, you've been here for almost a week, the holidays are coming to an end, and I haven't taken you to a regular European professional league yet! ”

Li Yan said: "It's not that I haven't watched ...... on TV" but his friend interrupted him: "TV? Separated by 108,000 miles, can it be compared to watching the game live? ”

"That, I've watched a lot of people on the scene, I'm a football reporter......" Li Yan could feel his heart empty, and he licked his lips.

"Hah! Can the first league compare to the European professional league? You're a journalist who specializes in covering domestic football, don't think I don't know! ”

Li Yan didn't squeak, Wang Hua was right, he was indeed a reporter who was responsible for reporting A A in "Sports Weekly". And those stands, which are almost half empty in every game, cannot compare with the Dutch Premier League. He, a domestic journalist, seems to have only envy in front of international reporters, he learned Italian at the beginning, and he thought that he could go to Serie A to be a reporter. As a result, the A-League was short of people, and he, a newcomer, was put on the domestic field by the editor-in-chief in the name of "training young people". This "exercise" is three years, and he has also become a veteran of domestic reporting. As he spent more time in this business, the more he learned about the shady insiders of domestic football, and the more he hated this environment. He can still persevere, it is entirely because he is extremely responsible, very serious about his work, it is the work ethic that has made him persist for three years, but unfortunately he reported to the league with professional ethics, but he does not have much work ethic. Ideal and reality collide again and again, he, who once stepped into this door with a thousand passions for football and infinite hope for Chinese football, seems to be ten years old, three years is better than thirty years! The passion fades, hope turns into a bubble, and all that remains is numbness and habituality.

Think about the few spectators in the A-League stadium, think about the Serie A and the Premier League that you see in front of the TV, and the singing of fans in the stands is clearly transmitted through the radio waves.

Maybe going there can really regain a long-lost passion. Li Yan thought like this, raised his head, Wang Hua walked over again, and turned around in front of him: "How is it?" ”

The lights went out, and Zhang Jun, who was lying on the bed, felt nervous, and he didn't feel nervous when he heard from Uncle Wang that he and Yang Pan would appear on the bench for tomorrow's game. But now, in the dead of night, Zhang Junzhen really felt nervousness, an uncontrollable tension in his body. The sound of the alarm clock on the bedside table even became an unbearable noise.

Zhang Jun turned over again and faced Yang Pan's bed, Yang Pan was lying on his side, with his back to him.

Zhang Jun hesitated for a long time, and finally asked in a low voice: "Yang Pan, are you nervous?" ”

But what answered him was a soft snoring sound - Yang Pan was already asleep.

Zhang Jun looked at Yang Pan's back in disappointment, wouldn't he really be nervous? When he was so casual, I really envied him.

He was selected for the list of 16 people, and his parents didn't know about it, and they couldn't see the game, otherwise they would be proud of him as a son, right? Thinking about the past ten years, his parents have never stopped him from playing, unlike Yang Pan's parents, who have begun to extremely disapprove of their son playing football. I should really thank my parents for being where I am today...... Call home twice a week......

And Sophie, who can persevere all the way, she has the greatest role. It was she who plucked up her desire to play football, it was she who made herself face her inner desire, and it was she who was always by her side, going through three years of high school and one year of college...... Now I can't share my happiness with her, and I'm really unwilling. I really want her to be by my side, listen to her screams of excitement, and see her happy smile......

The second hand of the alarm clock is still walking, but Zhang Jun has not turned over again, he has fallen asleep......

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