Although U21 is over, more than 30 local youth teams stationed in the Honghe Training Base in Kunming, Yunnan have not left. The U21 League is just one of their concentrated training here. In fact, the 24 Class A youth teams are mainly focused on this to prepare for the new season. Such concentrated training, whether in Haitang, Kunming or Honghe, can be regarded as a continuation of the economic system era of Chinese football planning and has become a feature of Chinese football. I am afraid that few national football associations in the world have forced all professional clubs to be concentrated in a "concentration camp" surrounded by barbed wire and security guards to arrange training in a physical fitness test, right? This can be considered a professional football with Chinese characteristics.

This week, almost all teams at the Honghe Base have arranged training programs as physical training. The reason is very simple. Their head coach, including many assistant coaches, have concentrated in the base's large-scale activity center to attend classes. What class? A lecture on "How to correctly and effectively train young players" was taught by Qiu Suhui, the head coach of the youth team of the new top scorer of the U21 League.

"Football is not just a world's number one sport. For hundreds of millions of fans, football is a source of joy. Also for our youth football coaches and players, happiness is just as important. Coaches should do everything possible to increase the interest of young players in football. Einstein once said: 'Interests and hobbies are the best teachers.' This sentence applies to any condition, including football."

"The most basic and most important thing to cultivate players' interests is to start with daily training. For coaches who only hold a textbook and train players chapter by chapter in the order of the above catalog, they are stifling the children's enthusiasm for football. Boring training can easily cause players to become inattentive in training, which is very dangerous. Because it will lead to unreasonable technical movements and thus be injured. When a player is in a fight against injuries, how can he be interested in football?"

A group of coaches, both young and old, took notes seriously off the stage. After all, Qiu Suhui's resume is something that many of them cannot compare with. Just by seeing him leading the unknown Henan Youth Team to the national U21 champion within half a year, you can tell how powerful he is.

"A good youth football coach should be able to arrange the training with skill and fun, allowing the players to receive training content of high intensity in a pleasant atmosphere. Such training is many times more skillful than those training methods that blindly repeat the same content and have the same form."

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"A week is not long, but it should help everyone avoid some mistakes in daily training. This kind of mistake is something you can't even notice. This subtle mistake is the most serious harm. Please forgive my alarmist statement. In fact, it is true. For example, if you think players should play on the big court as soon as they come, or if physical fitness is more important than personal skills, and if the team is more important than individuals, it limits individual performance in training. This situation is particularly serious in China. Think about why we haven't had such players with excellent personal skills and creative skills for a long time?"

"Give another example: modern football people have become overly obsessed with formations. Before a game, we often hear a coach say that they will play in the 442 or 352 formation in this game. The news media will promote it. After we see it, we think it is a normal scene. Then when the team loses, the coach will announce that the next game will be replaced with the 433 formation. We still accept it without doubt, thinking that the coach has finally found the crux of the loss, and then victory will follow one after another. But in fact?" Qiu Suhui spread his hands, curled his lips, and looked like a full European expression.

"After Brazil won the world championship with their classic 442 formation in the US World Cup in 1994, 442 began to become popular all over the world. How popular is it? Even women and children who have little knowledge of football mentioned football, the first word that popped up was "442". In the 2002 World Cup, Brazil relied on 352 to win the championship, and then created a new round of popularity. However, this time the popular one is 352. Now if someone talks about 442, they will be laughed at as conservative tactics! How ridiculous!"

"Why no one wants to think about it. In 1994, Brazil had Dunga as an iron gate, and the best goalkeeper Tafarer in Brazil's history. Pereira insisted on defensive play. Although it killed Brazil's artistic football, it relied on Dunga, the defensive tactics of the entire Brazilian team, and the "golden combination" of Romario and Bebeto, who were in full swing in the frontcourt. In 2002, everyone turned their attention to the 3R and double card. However, no one saw the excellent state of Brazil's three central defenders, and no one saw two unknown midfielders frantically tackled. It was as the game progressed that Brazil's defense gradually entered the state, and they finally won the championship."

"But these are all ignored under the halo of victory. Once the failure is made, the formation may be the first to be a tool used by coaches or players to shirk their responsibilities. When the team has problems, they think that as long as the formation is changed, everything will be fine. But in fact, it is not that simple. Of course, I do not mean that I must stick to a formation. Football plays a lot of emphasis on tactical ideas, and the so-called various formations are just bottles for tactical wine. It does not consider the problems of its own tactical ideas, but only makes a fuss about the formation. It is just a new bottle of old wine, without any new ideas."

There was a slight commotion in the audience. The problems mentioned by Qiu Suhui did not usually call them problems, but they did not expect that Qiu Suhui would feel that there were problems everywhere.

Qiu Suhui was obviously very satisfied with their reaction. He waited for a moment and continued: "I think everyone here must have had such experience, right? We should formulate corresponding tactical play based on the characteristics of our team's personnel, and then not stick to the situation in terms of formation. No formation can improve the player's shooting rate and pass and receive skills, and no formation can prevent players from supporting each other, and no formation allows players not to run or are unwilling to run. The formation is just a superficial thing. Coaches should see through the essence of winning and losing the game through this superficial phenomenon - attitude determines everything."

As soon as Qiu Suhui said, it caused another commotion. Although this sentence was embroidered on Milu's hat and was "showed" everywhere by him, the media reprinted a thousand times, how many people really understand the meaning of this sentence? Is Milu really just for a show? After the Chinese team defeated South Korea, this sentence and another sentence "Happy Football" were criticized by many people for creating gimmicks, flashy and unreal. But who was creating gimmicks? Everything Milu did in China was completely overturned. People only remember how many advertisements he shot in China and how much "Chinese football hard-earned money" he made, but never remembered his real things. This old Yugoslav man, like an old naughty boy, his good intentions have never been understood by some Chinese people, and these people are still people who have mastered the full words and greater power. This is just a manifestation of the great sorrow of Chinese football, and it is better not to say more things.

Qiu Suhui also heard about Bora's things in China. At that time, Bora did not explain this sentence in detail to the Chinese. Maybe he thought that the Chinese who had been playing football for decades like him were very smart and could know what he meant. But until he left China amidst amidst the scolding, he could not understand why the hardworking and wise Chinese with five thousand years of civilization became dull in a small thing they invented.

Four days were all lectures, and Qiu Suhui told everyone his experience without reservation, and hoped that they could apply it in their future work. Because he knew very well that an excellent grassroots coach could be worth 100 excellent players. Only by doing a good job in training youth football can Chinese football really have some hope. Without laying a solid foundation for the football pyramid, where will the superstructure be built?

It is inevitable that things that only talk about theory are boring, so he put all the next three days into actual operation, and the so-called actual operation is to lead the team to demonstrate how to train. Here he was clever and did not use the Henan team he led to demonstrate, but asked Chen Wei to come forward and select twenty-three players from the thirty-two teams in the entire Honghe training base to form a temporary team for his training and demonstration.

He told the outside world that in order to make his training more convincing, he trained the team that was temporarily pieced together for a teaching match with Dalian, the runner-up of U21. In fact, this is just a superficial factor. Qiu Suhui's abacus was buzzing. He wanted to use this opportunity to get familiar with the players he selected in advance and see how they performed in training. He had a good idea.

Chen Wei and Qiu Suhui found a quiet corner to drink coffee. "No problem, there is no problem with your request." Chen Wei took a sip of the coffee and agreed to Qiu Suhui's request to borrow other team players in one sip. "How are you thinking about that matter?"

Qiu Suhui took a sip of the strong coffee in the cup: "I am very grateful for the trust of the Football Association. I will try my best to live up to the expectations of my superiors." He said it lightly, but Chen Wei was ecstatic. He told Luo Wenqiang that it took a week, but he didn't expect it to be so smooth. He took it down in less than a week.

"That's great!" Chen Wei killed the remaining coffee in the cup in one sip.

"Hey, this is coffee, not Erguotou..."

"Haha, do you want to put two bottles of Erguotou?" Chen Wei asked Qiu Suhui with a smile.

Qiu Suhui shook his head: "Why are you so happy?"

"The National Olympic Team has hope, can you say I'm not happy?" Chen Wei was a little moved. Did Erguotou really mix in the coffee? "From *, we have been advocating 'football from the doll'. It's been almost twenty years since we shouted, and it's just a slogan. Just like the saying 'Run out of Asia and go to the world', when a goal becomes a slogan, do you think there is still hope to achieve it?" Chen Wei stared at Qiu Suhui and asked.

Qiu Suhui shook his head.

"So! The hope of Chinese football is in youth, and I am responsible for this part of the matter. Chen Weiguo's sudden resignation really caught us off guard, but it also gave me a chance to do something big, and to do something. The Athens Olympics are close to you. No matter what the purpose is, whether it is utilitarian or lucky, Chinese football needs a victory, an exciting victory! For me, you are the one who can help me win!"

Qiu Suhui looked at the man in front of him. He was in his early forties, but he had already taken the position of vice chairman of the Chinese Football Association. Some people said he was going through the back door, and some people said he wanted to make political achievements. No matter what he was like in the past, Qiu Suhui saw a passionate man who really thought about Chinese football tonight.

"Do something happen, this is also my original intention to return to China!" Qiu Suhui smiled and stretched out his hand, and the two pairs of men's hands were tightly held together. This is a promise between men and men, and it has nothing to do with a contract.

"Xiao Li, now everyone is talking about the new coach of the National Olympic Team. I want to hear your opinions. You are also an old reporter who reports on domestic football." The deputy editor-in-chief walked to Li Yan's desk with a cup of hot tea. During this period, the cold currents hit, and a large area of ​​cooling weather occurred across the country from north to south, from west to east.

Li Yan actually knew very well. When he knew that Qiu Suhui had returned to China decisively, he knew that he could not be the head coach of the youth team of the B-A Club. Otherwise, he might as well go to Camp Nou to be Van Gaal's assistant. The only thing he didn't expect was Chen Weiguo's sudden resignation, which made the plan of the "ambitious" - which Li Yan called Qiu Suhui - realize in advance.

He shook his head and frowned and said, "I don't know either. The situation is very chaotic now. Almost every day, new candidates pop up from the media, domestic, foreign..."

"Now Chen Wei is inspecting U21's work at the Honghe Base. Do you think there is any connection between these two things?"

As a veteran, Li Yan was amazed in his heart. "He went to Honghe? But the coach there seemed to have no ability to be convincing enough!"

"Qiu Suhui, have you forgotten? The head coach of the youth team of Henan Zhongyuan Club just led the team to win his first championship to coach back to China. You should have had contact with him when you were in the Netherlands, right?"

Li Yan remembered the meeting that made him extremely embarrassed. He stretched out his hand and stopped in the air, but the other party only gave him a arrogant back. "Indeed." Li Yan gritted his teeth and said, "He is a... excellent coach."

"Huh? Xiao Li, what's wrong with you?" The deputy editor-in-chief heard that Li Yan's tone was wrong.

"Ah, no, nothing, I'm a little dizzy..."

"Haha, you can get sick if you are as strong as a cow. The weather is really weird. It's late spring cold, so you should be careful." The deputy editor-in-chief looked at Li Yan, who was dressed in light clothes, "Oh, and your visa to the Netherlands is being applied for. It took about two weeks to get it. I miss Zhang Jun and Yang Pan, right?"

Li Yan was stunned for a moment and confirmed that the deputy editor had no other intentions. After all, after staying in the Netherlands for a long time, he would always think unconsciously about that aspect. "Haha, it's really a bit. Warren Dam lost two consecutive times, Zhang Jun was injured again, Yang Pan was not in good condition... Late Chunhan is not only available in China!"

Zhang Jun pulled the curtains open, and the bright sunshine poured in. He couldn't help but squint. Yang Pan went to train and had been "restling" at home for ten days. Although he went to the club yesterday to check and showed that the muscles of the strain had recovered, Adriansey was on the safe side and asked Zhang Jun to take another day of rest and let him participate in training tomorrow. These two days were basically learning Dutch in the morning and going to the club's gym in the afternoon to practice strength and increase physical fitness. But today, when he saw the clear sky outside the window, he suddenly lost interest in learning. The snow fell for a week and finally cleared today. I'm sorry God if I don't go out for a walk in such a good day.

Zhang Jun put on a coat and slipped out from the back door - in order to avoid the reporters guarding the front door. Zhang Jun was already numb to the reporters who had to sleep and wanted to go out to express condolences at the beginning.

The temperature is still relatively low today. There is a Chinese saying: It doesn’t make the snow cold. Zhang Jun walked slowly, and he didn’t want to hurt his thighs that had just recovered. His feet made a "crying" sound when they stepped on the snow. Like Sophie, Zhang Jun also began to like the feeling of stepping on the snow.

In fact, he was not in a good mood during this period. He was injured and the team lost consecutively in the last two rounds of the league. Without Kozel, Warren Dam's defense line was directly exposed to the opponent's firepower. No matter how hard the players worked, two consecutive losses were inevitable. In the last round of the league, although Kozel returned, he still could not stop the team's decline.

The league has entered the final sprint stage, whether it is winning the championship or relegation. Warrendam lacks the thickness of the bench, and the consequences of physical exhaustion caused by fighting on both sides have gradually emerged. Fierce battles have caused serious injuries to the team. In the next Dutch Cup semi-final, Adrianser is expected to be able to send half of the main players. It is really a disaster.

The snow made a sound at his feet, as if there was life, and there were few white clouds in the clear sky. Sweat beads actually walked out of Zhang Jun's forehead. He found a bench by the dike and sat down to rest.

The Netherlands is like a dream...

Now Zhang Jun finally has time to calm down and recall the days of more than half a year. From a college student, he suddenly became a professional player who scored goals in the Dutch Super League, and before he knew it, it had been half a year. He did not have the habit of keeping a diary, otherwise it would be very interesting to read out every bit of the past six months in the future, right?

The moment the goal was scored, the hugs of his teammates, Les's stern face, Adriansse's trust, Kivo's jersey, beautiful agent Hua Jie, Yang Pan's pass, Sophie's voice... Zhang Jun couldn't help laughing. Although he was a little injured now, the past six months were still extremely beautiful.

"Look at who this is? Ha! Our big star!" A cheerful voice interrupted Zhang Jun's self-intoxication. He looked in the voice and found that before he knew it, there was a small boat in the waterway opposite him. A middle-aged uncle was waving to him. Two boys about five or six years old stood behind him. "Hello, Zhang Jun! It's rare to see you running out alone!"

"Hello, Uncle Dennis!" Zhang Jun stood up and walked to the edge of the waterway. He was his neighbor when he lived at Uncle Wang's house, a warm Dutchman. "Where is Aunt Mary?"

"She is preparing lunch at home, and I took my two children out for a walk. The weather is good today and the waterway has thawed." Uncle Dennis leaned the boat to the shore. "Two little ghosts who can't stay..." Uncle Dennis looked pity.

"Brother Zhang Jun!" The two little guys were scrambling to say hello to Zhang Jun. He was their idol. Zhang Jun waved his hand to them: "Are you playing football?"

"No, the weather is too bad, there is snow outside..." The two children were holding their faces. When Zhang Jun and Yang Pan were still living at Wang Bo's house, they taught them to play football.

"But Brother Zhang Jun is so awesome. You can play football even when it snows..." The little one said to Zhang Jun with envy.

"Idiot! They are professional players, they must play!" The brother taught his younger brother a lesson.

Uncle Dennis smiled at Zhang Jun embarrassedly, and then asked, "How is the injury recovering?"

"Haha, when you see me standing here, it means there is no problem. I will return to the team tomorrow."

"That's good, go back early. The team lost both games when you were away. We fans haven't tasted the loss in a row for almost half a year, haha!" Uncle Dennis laughed again, "I'm going back, are you going with me? You haven't been back for a while now."

Uncle Dennis's unintentional words hurt Zhang Jun. He hadn't been back to see Uncle Wang's family for a long time, eating dishes made by Uncle Wang and chatting with neighbors. He was apart from competitions and training all day long, and occasionally came to the city to buy things at the supermarket. He was chased by reporters all day long and had nowhere to escape. Maybe he could enjoy the occasional lazy moment at Uncle Wang's house. "Uncle Dennis, can your boat accommodate me?" Zhang Jun smiled at Uncle Dennis' boat.

"Haha! At worst, the ship sanks, let's swim back! Come up!" Uncle Dennis waved at Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun jumped into the boat, shook his hull slightly, and then stabilized. "Let's go!"

Zhang Jun sat in the small yard of Wang Bo's house and was amused by the two live treasures from Uncle Dennis's house. The two little guys were playing football on the ground, but I really don't know if they were playing football or football. Uncle Dennis's family and Wang Bo's family were busy cooking. Other neighbors rushed over to join in the fun, and Zhang Jun was very happy to come back.

"Hi! Hello!"

"Are you OK?"

"How are you doing?"

"It's okay, thank you!"

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Everyone greeted each other and chatted casually. Zhang Jun may not be the protagonist. It’s enough for everyone to be happy to get together. It’s been a long time since I saw the clear sky and the bright sunshine. Zhang Jun came just one of the reasons why everyone got together.

Being in this small courtyard, Zhang Juncai truly felt relaxed and his mentality was truly relaxed. He could always be so happy when he was with these simple town residents.

Uncle Wang took some time to chat with Zhang Jun. He hadn't talked to this Chinese boy for a long time. Everyone was very busy and had their own careers. It was really not easy to get together like today.

Wang Bo handed Zhang Jun a glass of lemon juice made by his own traditional method: "Is the injury healed?"

"No problem, the next cup semi-final should be able to play." Zhang Jun moved his left foot and confirmed to Wang Bo that it was no big deal.

"That's good. If you are not here, the team's performance is declining!"

Zhang Jun smiled. Uncle Dennis had just told him this sentence. Li Yan once told him and Yang Pan that they had become heroes in the hearts of Warren Dam fans and the savior of the team. He still didn't believe it. He had just embarked on the professional football path, so why did he have such ability? Now he believes it.

In fact, Warren Dam, who has Zhang and Yang, are completely two teams without them, and their results can tell everything. No wonder Adrianser is very cautious in treating Zhang Jun's injuries. He would rather let Zhang Jun miss one or two league games than not see Zhang Jun in all the remaining games this season.

"By the way, where is your agent lady? I haven't seen her recently."

"Do you think Sister Hua? She is very busy and has a lot of other things to deal with. She is not in the Netherlands during this period."

"Haha! It's so funny to say that those boring reporters actually thought between you... Ha! But no wonder, she is so beautiful, who would believe that she is already thirty years old?" Uncle Wang laughed.

But Zhang Jun could only smile bitterly. The past was over and he didn't want to mention it anymore. Wang Bo seemed to see Zhang Jun's difficulties. He put his hand on Zhang Jun's shoulder: "Don't worry, come to me if you feel tired. Make sure that there are no reporters harassing you! You can learn to cook a few more good dishes with me, I will teach you how to cook Western food and absolutely authentic Chinese food. You can also teach those two little guys to play football, and I think they must be very happy."

"Thank you, Uncle Wang, you took great care of me!" Zhang Jun choked up a little. He had just arrived in the Netherlands and was unfamiliar with the place. He accepted them. He took care of their diet and daily life, drove them to train and served as their translator... He never asked them to repay anything.

"Ha! What are you thanking? Everyone is Chinese. When you come to the Netherlands, I will naturally help you! There is nothing to thank for. From now on, I will be your home in the Netherlands!"

Uncle Dennis saw the two chatting lively, and came up to join in the fun. Although he couldn't understand the Chinese they spoke, he spoke Dutch and everyone could understand: "Zhang Jun, why didn't you see Yang Pan?"

"Ah!" Zhang Jun suddenly remembered that he was just having fun, so he had put Yang Panluo at home, and had not prepared lunch for him...
Chapter completed!