Zhang Kai struggled forward.

At the end of the game, the media reporters gathered around Su Ke for an interview.

Zhang Kai was in a hurry.

Watching as Suke finished answering the last question and was about to leave.

In the crowd, in a hurry, Zhang Kai shouted directly in Chinese:

"Suke! Please give me a little time to interview! ”

As soon as the words fell, the media reporters turned their heads to look over.

Suke also stopped.

Zhang Kai didn't care about the dissatisfied eyes of the reporters around him, he immediately squeezed through the crowd and spoke like a cannon.

"I'm a football journalist from China, my name is Zhang Kai, I want to ask you some questions, can it take a few minutes of your time?"

Zhang Kai looked over eagerly, hoping that Su Ke could answer him in Chinese.

The surrounding Italian reporters also looked at Zhang Kai curiously, mainly because they didn't understand what this guy was saying.

Zhang Kai looked at Su Ke and tilted his head to look at himself, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

This made Zhang Kai's mood slightly low.

Did you hear it wrong?

Just as Zhang Kai was about to speak again in Italian, Su Ke spoke.

"Brother, where are you from?"

Fluent in Chinese.

Hell yes!

Zhang Kai never thought that on the stage of Serie A, someone would speak fluent Chinese.

"Jilin! Changchun! ”

Zhang Kai shouted excitedly.

Su Ke smiled slightly: "Northeast people! ”

Zhang Kai nodded again and again.

Suke walked over and asked; "Brother, what do you want to ask?"

Zhang Kai: "Where did you learn Chinese?" Is you Chinese? ”

After speaking, Zhang Kai wanted to give himself a mouthful.

What a broken problem is this.

Suk smiled: "Croatian-Chinese!" ”

Truth be told, Suk couldn't be sure what nationality this body was.

But the spirit determines the body, so he is Chinese.

Moreover, Suk has double eyelids, and most of the Koreans have single eyelids, and he will not be Korean.

Japan. Lao Tzu is one meter eight! Lao Tzu can't be a small day!

"I'm running out of time." Su Ke said, "Brother, if you have any questions, ask quickly. ”

"This, this.."

Zhang Kai's head was in a mess, obviously he didn't think about anything at all.

Or rather, too many questions.

He didn't know what to ask.

Suke turned his head to look at the players' tunnel and leaned over to ask; "Brother, am I famous in China?"

Zhang Kai gave a thumbs up; "Old famous! Don't you know that the Chinese are watching Serie A? ”

At this stage, Serie A's influence in China is unique.

What's more, Suker is still a player for AC Milan.

Su Ke blinked and said expectantly, "Brother, what is my nickname in China?" ”

"Nickname?" Zhang Kai was puzzled.

Su Ke snapped his fingers: "Filippo is the ninth master, Ivan is the eighth master, I am wearing the number ten, am I the tenth master!" ”

Zhang Kai was stunned for a moment.

Suker frowned; "So fishing? I wouldn't be without a nickname! ”

"Yes!" Zhang Kai said subconsciously; "You're called a pilot!"

Suke tilted his head, puzzled.

Zhang Kai smiled and sang.

"Shuk! Shook! Shook! Shook! Shuck who flew the plane."

Su Ke turned his head and left, letting Zhang Kai shout out his throat, this time Su Ke left without looking back.

you big head!

Lao Tzu also drove the beta of the tank!

The Netherlands, the capital, Amsterdam.

The Croatian coach followed the address to find a private house.

It is a small two-storey building near the port of Amsterdam.

The overall building looks extremely old, but it is an old house.

Bilic followed Besic's instructions, and he came to find Vansteak.

As a manager, Bilic believes that his greatest strength is compatibility.

He doesn't stick green onions in his nose and pretend to be garlic!

What you don't understand is what you don't understand!

He will look for people who are experienced or gifted to do specialized things.

This time, for example, he came to find Van Stedjak and invited him to serve as an expatriate adviser to the Croatian national team.

Of course, Bilic wouldn't mind having him as his assistant coach if he was doing well.

Bang bang!

Knock on the door.

Bilic waited quietly.

After a few moments, the old door opened with the sound of tooth aches.

A middle-aged man wearing a white vest, oversized pants, bald, and an explosive beard walked out with a big belly.

The balding man looked at Bilic.

Bilic looked at the other party in a daze, looked down at the photo in his hand, and coughed dryly: "I'm looking for Vansteyak!" ”

The bald man looked at him and nodded; "I am."

Bilic: "."

"I'm looking for little Vansteak!"

Vansteak straightened his beard and said in a deep voice, "There's only one Farnstellak here, and that's me!" ”

Bilic looked down at the picture again.

In the photo, he is obviously a young man with a spirit and thick hair

"I am." Bilic had just spoken.

Vansteak waved his hand; "Needless to say, Besic is on the phone with me."

"Oh oh ~ Okay!" Bilic nodded.

"Come in!" Vansteak pushed open the door and pointed to the house: "Come in and talk." ”

The two of them walked into the house together.

A strong smell of alcohol arrived.

Empty bottles tumbled off tables, floors and even sofas.

The house was even more smoky, and the smell of smoke was permeated.

The curtains were sealed, which made the room extremely dark.

Bilic placed the bottle on the coffee table to make room for a sitting.

Vansteak walked over and opened the curtains and windows to let in the sunlight and ventilate it.

"I don't know, have you ever heard about me."

"I was relegated with two teams in a row, completely lost the favor of the Dutch team, I also played the game with the biggest point difference in the Netherlands, even in the backward stage, I encouraged the players to attack, the Dutch media called me crazy!"

Vansteak turned his head to look over.

"Do you think I'm crazy?"

Bilic nodded subconsciously, then quickly shook his head.

"No, no!"

Vansteak grinned: "However, I don't care what they think, these guys simply can't understand my tactics, no one doesn't want to succeed, I want to succeed, but they won't pay for my success." ”

"I won the half-marathon title with the team as soon as I arrived in the Netherlands, Ajax and PSV Eindhoven were all suppressed by us, and we almost had a brilliant result!"

'But very quickly, we had a wave of injuries, we had no one available, and the most important thing was that the club wanted money!'

"They sold a wave of people in the winter window, and then they sold all the windows in the summer!"

"In the second season, we were relegated and I was fired!"

Vansteak touched his bald head and sneered; "The reason they gave was that I wouldn't make money! Lao Tzu obviously made a wave for them! ”

Bilic looked at Vansteak.

The latter coughed dryly and said: "I am in financial difficulties right now, I do need a job, but I don't want to lie to you, I have a bad reputation in the Netherlands, so are you still willing to hire me?" ”

Bilic was silent for a moment: "The current Croatian national team, do you think there is hope?" ”

"Hope?"

Vansteak grinned and said, "Are you underestimating Suker and Luka too much?" ”

"I said a long time ago that if they stay in Mostar Zlinski for another 2-3 years and have a certain amount of money for me to integrate the resources of the Bosnia and Herzegovina League, Lao Tzu can take them through Europe!"

Vansteak is crazy.

But this guy is crazy and has crazy capital.

His resume is really not very good, but this guy is definitely a talented manager.

His ideas were wild.

Even Besic was amazed.

"I need to put you to the test." Bilic said.

Vansteak nodded: "No problem, just consider it a job interview." ”

Bilic: "I would like to see Dinamo Zagreb's system take shape in the national team. ”

Van Steyak: "I can only give you Mostar Zlinski's system, I can tell you that that's the system that really suits you, Becic is still playing too conservatively! ”

As he spoke, Vansteak pulled out a small tactical board from the sidebar slot.

He pressed the red circles in different positions.

"4-2-3-1 or 4-3-3, that's the best system!"

"Two wings, one for Suker and one for him"

Bilic immediately said: "Rakitic." ”

"Okay, both of them! They will move like this"

Vansteak pulled the sticker representing Suker and Rakitic to the top.

"Winger?"

Vansted pulled back and pulled near the halfway line.

"Avant-garde?"

Vansted back to his own half.

"Full-back?"

Vansteak: "There is no absolute position, the position will be blurred, but all that is needed is to increase the intensity, increase the stiffness, increase the rhythm and increase the wholeness!" ”

"The center will retreat to defend in the big penalty area!"

"The centre-backs will also be up front for the top!"

"The position of the two wingers and full-backs is blurred, straight up and down, and even on the edge!"

"The midfield is organized to retreat, and it is equipped with a defensive sweeper, and there must be a metronome in the front court to ensure effective pressure when counterattacking!"

Vansteak muttered.

"The most important thing is when you attack."

Vanstedak pressed the tactical board all forward.

"On the defensive!"

The round stickers on the tactical board are all pulled back.

Bilic was silent.

The main thing is that there is too much subjective stimulation.

This guy is a lunatic!

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