"The Great Wall! Yes, he's a moving wall! ”

After the game, when interviewed by reporters, the coach of the German national youth team, Skibe, gave a positive evaluation of Yu Liang's performance in this game.

'He's just a wall in front of the goal, blocking us from scoring twice, he's a phenomenal player!'

Yu Liang in the room is sitting in front of the computer at the moment, browsing the reports of major domestic portals for last night's game.

Seeing Skibe's evaluation of himself, Yu Liang's face showed a smug look. Being able to get such a high evaluation from the opposing head coach after a game, although this does not represent the real strength of the individual, it is indeed an affirmation for Yu Liang.

"Huh...... Sizzle! ”

After laughing, Yu Liang immediately frowned, and then immediately rubbed his swollen head with his hand.

"Hey, wine isn't really a good thing!"

After returning to the hotel last night, Yu Liang, who couldn't sleep, slipped out with a few teammates and played in a small bar nearby until about 3 o'clock in the morning.

Although alcohol is forbidden in the team, they were so excited that they asked for a few dozen beers last night. Although Yu Liang didn't drink much, Yu Liang, who was exposed to alcohol for the first time, was still a little uncomfortable. It's been almost seven or eight hours now, but Yu Liang still feels dizzy, and he doesn't know if he hasn't slept well or if alcohol is causing trouble.

Fortunately, there is no need to train today, otherwise, it is estimated that with his condition, he should soon be found to be tired.

"Star of Hope!"

"Defend the Iron Gate!"

"The heart of the defense!"

Looking at the praise on the major portals, the smile on Yu Liang's face became brighter and brighter.

became famous with a goal, what Yu Liang never understood was why Beckham became famous after scoring a goal! Although Yu Liang failed to score in this game, Yu Liang truly realized what it means to become famous overnight.

"Cut, didn't you just block a few balls on the court? What's so much fun! I'm telling you, in the world of football, the darling of the media is still the attacking player, not the back-back like you! ”

"So what! I just need to be famous! ”

Listening to King Dong's words, Yu Liang didn't care, and then walked to King Dong with the newspaper on the table.

"Alas, you've been in Belgium for two seasons! Can you read this newspaper? ”

This is what Yu Liang took in the lobby of the hotel after getting up. Because he didn't know the specific classification of newspapers, he simply took a copy of each newspaper. Of course, after returning to the room, Yu Liang roughly flipped through every newspaper. Although he didn't know what it said, he put aside all the newspapers with pictures of sports on them, just to find someone to translate them and see if there was any report on last night's game. If I want to be precise, I want to see how these media evaluate his performance.

The reason why I asked King Dong was that Yu Liang was just trying his luck, after all, King Dong had been in Antwerp for two seasons, and Antwerp was so close to the Netherlands.

Looking at the stack of newspapers, King Dong frowned, reached out and scratched his head, and then said with a big grin.

"Of course I can read it!"

"Really?"

Yu Liang looked at King Dong with some surprise.

"I didn't expect you to really understand, although Antwerp is close to the Netherlands......"

"Hehe, you don't understand this! Belgium may seem like an independent country, but Dutch is one of their official languages! ”

King Dong picked up the newspaper and continued to popularize Yu Liang while flipping through it.

"Their country is mainly made up of two peoples, one is the Flemish and the other is the Walloons, the Flemish people live mainly in the north of Belgium, they are closer to the Netherlands, and they are homologous to the Dutch, so they speak Dutch. And the Walloons live in the south of Belgium, which is close to France, so they speak French! So you see, Antwerp shares a border with the Netherlands, so in Antwerp, Dutch is spoken every day! ”

"Oh, it's like this! So you translate to the translator, what is this talking about? ”

After understanding why King Dong knew Dutch, Yu Liang directly pulled out a newspaper and flipped to the sports section. The reason why this page can be found with such certainty is that this newspaper has a large photograph of him on this page.

"Look at what you're talking about!"

Yu Liang looked at King Dong expectantly.

"Uh, ......"

Looking at that large photo, King Dong had a little imbalance in his heart.

As the biggest player in the team, not being able to be the most high-profile player in this team has caused a rift between him and head coach Crouchen. And now, a rookie who has just appeared, has won the appreciation of the whole world and received attention from all sides, saying that he is not jealous, it is fake.

However, this did not affect the friendship between him and Yu Liang, because it was not Yu Liang who caused all this, but Crouchen.

In addition, the two sneaked into the bar last night, which deepened the friendship between the two of them even more.

But no matter how deep the friendship is, it can't change the fact that King Dong's Dutch is terrible.

"This, this one says you're doing pretty well!"

"Really?"

Yu Liang, who was excited, took the newspaper from King Dong's hand and began to fold it directly with his hands.

"By the way, what kind of newspaper is this? How is the influence in the Netherlands? ”

"The Telegraph, the largest daily newspaper in the Netherlands!"

King Dong watched Yu Liang's movements, and a smile appeared on his face.

Maybe anyone will have this kind of indifference when facing overnight fame.

Just like when he joined Manchester United two years ago, he has collected all the newspapers that have reported the news, which is still in his bedroom at home.

"By the way, what about these newspapers? You can also help me translate it, pick a relatively large newspaper, and I can collect it! ”

After cutting the Telegraph report, Yu Liang stuffed the rest of the newspaper to King Dong, hoping that he could help him choose some more valuable reports from them.

"Okay!"

King Dong smiled, and then looked at it "seriously" there!

After a leisurely day, the national youth team immediately entered a tense state of preparation.

After the match with the German national youth team, at the Tilburg Willem II Stadium, the Brazilian team and the Lebanese team played a 90-minute battle, and finally the Brazilian national youth team successfully reached the quarterfinals with Rafael's penalty kick and became the opponent of the Chinese national youth team in the next game.

Brazil, like Argentina, another South American team, have won four of the last 14 World Junior Championships.

Judging from the identity of the four-time champion and the defending champion, the performance of this Brazilian national youth team in this World Youth Championship is not particularly eye-catching. With three group games and one knockout round, the Brazilian youth team has scored just four goals in total, an average of one goal per game. Such offensive efficiency is indeed difficult to associate with the gorgeous style of the Samba Army.

Indeed, at this World Youth Championships, the Brazilian youth team has indeed changed the flashy style of the past and replaced it with an unpretentious tactical style. This style of tactics has made the whole team tend to be calm, although the number of goals is not many, but after four games in the World Youth Championship, they have not conceded a single goal.

In the face of such a mature and stable opponent, although the Chinese youth team wants to relax the atmosphere, it is still more or less depressed.

In a depressed atmosphere, after completing a day's training, Crouchen took Yu Liang to the regular press conference.

Yu Liang is no stranger to the press conference, after defeating the German national youth team the day before yesterday, Yu Liang attended once.

But Yu Liang still didn't expect the popularity of the press conference.

The moment he entered the venue, the flashing lights were loud, and if it weren't for the staff's prompts, Yu Liang estimated that one of his eyes might be blinded.

By the time he and Crowchen had just sat down, in the noisy venue, the reporters threw out one overwhelming question after another.

What are your thoughts on this Brazilian youth team?

Will there be changes to the starting line-up?

Will there be a slight adjustment in the tactical play?

……

In the face of a series of questions from reporters, Crouchen answered them one by one in clever language.

However, unlike foreign journalists, those who come from China seem to be more concerned about the results of tomorrow's game.

After asking Crowchen, he threw the question to Yu Liang again.

"It's a very difficult game against Brazil, are you confident of winning?"

"Yes, we are well prepared for this."

After helping the team win against Germany, no opponent is invincible in Yu Liang's eyes.

"Will you be in the starting line-up for tomorrow's game?"

"Well, it all depends on the manager's tactical arrangement!"

Although he is a little blindly confident, when it comes to playing, Yu Liang still cautiously plays a Tai Chi, after all, there are too many excellent backs in this team. Zhou Haibin, Cui Peng, and Zhao Xuri are all better than him. Compared to them, Yu Liang's technique is a little rough and he can't provide much support to the team on the offensive end. But when he thinks about it, he can help the team win key games, and it seems that he has surpassed the three of them in this regard. Thinking of this, Yu Liang looked at Crouchen beside him with some expectation.

"The starting line-up is now kept secret, and by the time the game starts tomorrow, you'll get the answers you want!"

Crouchen saw the eagerness in Yu Liang's eyes, but in his mind there was a better candidate for the back.

"Yu Liang, tomorrow is your birthday. What kind of birthday present do you wish you could get? ”

"Oh, victory, there is no better gift than this! Of course, if I can play, I hope to score a goal to celebrate my birthday! ”

Rubbing his hands, Yu Liang said with a smile in front of a group of reporters.