"Okay, your respective dormitories have been allocated and your daily necessities have been collected. In the remaining months, you will be here for a period of closed training, so understanding the management standards of the National Olympic Games is the first thing to do..." Zhu Qiang, the leader of the National Olympic Games, announced the management methods of the National Olympic Games, "... You must go back to the dormitory before 10:30 pm; you must take leave when going out on holidays, and you must return to the team before 11:00 pm; you are not allowed to stay overnight! You are not allowed to go to the bar and drink! You are not allowed to smoke and gamble! You are not allowed to go out casually! You are not allowed to bring your relatives to the base! You are not allowed to accept interviews without permission! You are not allowed..."

So many "no" and so many "necessities" are much stricter than in the club youth team. Some people have begun to whisper dissatisfaction. "Hammer! Is this a team training camp or a concentration camp?!" Xiang Tao murmured in dissatisfaction.

The only five "old" national Olympic people among the thirty-five people were sitting in a bunch of them, and some of them laughed disdainfully: These country bumpkins! They don’t even understand the rules of the national Olympics, so come for training? Go home as soon as possible!

Zhu Qiang stopped, then he stared at Xiang Tao, then kept glanced at the player information on the side, and finally matched his face with his name: "Xiang Tao! What did you say?"

"Ah? I didn't say anything..." Xiang Tao didn't expect to be fired from the team the first day, so he quickly forgot all of what he said just now.

Zhu Qiang ignored him and was planning to continue to announce his "three major disciplines and eight points of attention", but was interrupted by Qiu Suhui on the side: "Okay, Team Leader Zhu, these management regulations are dead and are not suitable for managing living people." He saw that the light in someone's eyes was disappearing bit by bit, and he quickly spoke to stop him, and he couldn't care about Zhu Qiang's face. In his heart, the face of a hundred team leaders was not as good as the light in the eyes of an excellent young player.

"Okay, I've said everything I should say, the meeting will be over! Get off early and start training normally tomorrow!" Qiu Suhui announced the meeting in a few words, which really surprised many people. They thought that this meeting would take at least two hours, right? How could national-level teams not hold meetings, often meetings, and long-term meetings?

Only Liu Peng and Sima Hongxin are used to it. Qiu Suhui was like this when he was in the Central Plains. He didn't like to hold a meeting to show the authority of the head coach. How can people who do things have time for three days and one meeting in five days?

Someone stood up and cheered, then jumped away from the conference room.

It was not until the last national Olympic team member left that Qiu Suhui said to Zhu Qiang on the side: "Is there anything wrong, Team Leader Zhu?"

"Coach Qiu, I want to know why you didn't let me announce the management regulations to them? You know, this is a compulsory course for new players. When Chen Weiguo led the team..."

"Haha!" Qiu Suhui interrupted Zhu Qiang with a smile again, "I am leading the team now, so there must be differences. These players are not suitable to use those rules and regulations to restrict them. The National Olympic Team does not need rigid engineers, but soldiers with personality."

“But having personality means it’s difficult to manage…”

"That's just that the management method is wrong. To put it in a word, Team Leader Zhu, there is no player in this world who cannot manage, only coaches who cannot manage. Like Xiang Tao just now, I noticed him at U21, and he is a player with strong yu expectations and outstanding personality. So there are few opportunities for playing in the Rongcheng Youth Team because he is not liked by the coach. But no one noticed his balanced left and right feet, extremely fast speed, and the awareness of daring to attack. As long as the training is done properly, I believe he will become China's Carlos..."

"Haha! China's Carlos?" Zhu Qiang laughed, "Coach Qiu believes that based on the current level of Chinese football, can there be a genius like Carlos?"

Qiu Suhui was very upset by the laughter of the team leader. Why did Chinese football create two kinds of monsters? Arrogant and inferiority madman. "Why can't China get Carlos? Ronaldo? Rivaldo? Who stipulates it?"

Zhu Qiang didn't say anything this time, maybe he didn't even know how to answer Qiu Suhui's question.

Qiu Suhui's tone eased, after all, he would have to work together in the future. "Team Leader Zhu, you are the team leader, and I am the head coach. Only when we work hard and work together can we bring the National Olympic Team to Athens. I believe the team leader also hopes to see that scene, right?"

"…Hope..." Zhu Qiang murmured.

"That's good! Since our goals are the same, there is nothing to worry about!" Qiu Suhui clapped his hands, then picked up the player information and left the conference room, and threw Zhu Qiang in it alone.

For Zhu Qiang, this is the most difficult group of national Olympic team members he has encountered to manage. They are simply Sun Wukong who has just entered the heavenly court, naughty and does not understand the rules. Especially Xiang Tao, who speaks Sichuan dialect!

But in Qiu Suhui's mind, many young people who have not even played professional games for a minute are the hope of Chinese football. Of course, the premise is to give him time, and these players must maintain their own characteristics and cannot change their colors in the big dyeing tank of Chinese football. But now the problem is, he can't always follow these people and train them according to his own ideas, right? They will eventually have to return to various clubs, some of whom are upgrading to play professional games, while others continue to hang out in the youth team or second team. The best way out is naturally to go abroad, but how many foreign clubs are willing to ask these young people for them?

"Brother Sheng, what do you think is going on!" Several old Chinese Aoi gathered in Li Suisheng's dormitory to sigh at each other's luck. "Chen Finger did a good job, but he left and left, throwing us here to get angry with the new coach!"

"That's right! Who is that Qiu Suhui? Why is even the leader afraid of him?"

Li Suisheng said: "I have heard of some. He used to be a new star who was as famous as Van Basten in the World Youth Championship. Later, he went to the Netherlands for a while and retired after returning to China for a few years."

"So amazing? As famous as Basten?" someone said in surprise.

"But so amazing, why didn't we achieve any decent results for China?" Someone raised questions.

"Yes, maybe it was the reporters who blew it? No one had seen him play football. At least I don't believe he has any ability!"

Several people were talking, but they heard a noise coming from outside.

"Hammer! Open the door for me! Girl (Wang Yu's nickname), open it for me!"

"No, no! Haha!"

"If you don't open it anymore? If you don't open it, I will dance to you with my earwax!" Then there was a knock on the door that was shocked, no, it should be said that it was a door pounding.

Someone in the room said disdainfully: "It's that Sichuan country bumpkin again!"

The sound of pounding the door was still endless, and finally someone couldn't stand it. Li Suisheng frowned and stood up and opened the door: "Knock! Knock your head! Go to sleep! Why are you making a fuss?!" He was the captain of the former National Olympic Team, and he unknowingly showed the captain's majesty. But he forgot that most people have never played football with him at all, so naturally they do not recognize him as the captain, and what he said is no longer intimidating. Especially when he faces Xiang Tao, who is not afraid of anything.

Xiang Tao was just stunned, and then pushed back: "Call the hammer! I knocked on the door, but didn't knock on you! You are so fierce!"

The "knock" in Xiang Tao's mouth means knocking on the door. The pronunciation of "Da" in Sichuan dialect, but to Li Suisheng, it sounded completely different. He was dissatisfied with the recruitment of some miscellaneous people by the new coach, and his stomach was filled with anger. Now, when Xiang Tao was so excited, he immediately burst out.

"Dong!" He punched Xiang Tao in the chest. Although Xiang Tao was only 1.83 meters tall, he was very strong. He staggered a little and then stomped back, "Your mom!" But he stomped on the person next to Li Suisheng.

"Where the hell are you kicking me? I want to say so much that I can't even recognize your mother..." Before the man finished scolding, Xiang Tao punched him in the face: "There are so many clums to fight!?"

Xiang Tao bravely fought one by one, but suddenly he was plotted against him. Wang Yu next to him stopped doing it. "I'm going to be your ancestor!" He also kicked him, worthy of playing football, and he basically used his feet in the fight.

"Fuck!"

"Stop! Stop! Stop hitting!"

"Bow his son to death!"

"Good fight!"

"Hurry them!"

"Who will call the team leader and call the coach!"

...

Looking at the team members with varying degrees of injuries in front of him, some of them still had dissatisfaction expressions on their faces. Zhu Qiang was so angry that his hands were trembling: "You...you are so inappropriate! They just joined the National Olympic Team and fought a few days ago! What do you think of this place as? Now..."
Chapter completed!