Marbella from Spain is not unfamiliar with Zhang Jun. At this time last year, they came here to train. Now when they were choosing a training place, they naturally thought of this first.

However, there are some old friends who are in Marbella this year.

"Huh? Li Yongle?" Zhang Jun was a little surprised. He didn't expect to meet the other person here. "Are you so rich? Go to Spain for a trip?"

"Of course not, hoho! I came to the training camp with me." Li Yongle smiled.

"Accompanying the team? So, Sophie did tell me that you were summoned to the National Olympic Games... Wait! The National Olympic Games came to Spain?" Zhang Jun was even more surprised.

"Yes, the National Olympic Team was invited to Marbella to play the Four Kingdoms Invitational Tournament. We will live upstairs." Li Yongle pointed at his head.

"This...is such a coincidence?"

"Your news is really blocked. Marbella is the territory of Atletico Madrid chairman Hill. He prefers China. However, I heard that our head coach and Hill have a good relationship, so they invited us. We can play again at that time, hoho!" Li Yongle smiled and said, being able to compete with Zhang Jun is the greatest pleasure.

"Have you settled in the main force?"

"Not yet, but there is no problem with the first substitute, I will catch up."

The two found an empty seat and sat down, then asked two cups of hot juice to chat.

"To be honest, Li Yongle. Why did he give up the opportunity to come to Warren Dam? He went to participate in a useless college sports meeting? He had the opportunity to play football with you."

Li Yongle took a sip of juice: "I think no one who plays football will refuse the call of the country, right? Can you ignore the jersey with the Chinese flag on your chest, Zhang Jun?"

Zhang Jun was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "Yes, I can't refuse, you're right. It's just a pity that you..."

"Haha, haven't I joined the National Olympic Team now? I play football anywhere, as long as I can improve. Now I'm better off accepting Qiu Zhi's training in the National Olympic Team. But I will definitely go out. After the Olympics, I'm considering it. Maybe I'll go to the Netherlands like you and find a small club to start my career." Li Yongle pointed at Zhang Jun with a straw. "But I won't go to Warren Dam." He saw what Zhang Jun wanted to say, "Because I want to play against you, not as a teammate, but as an opponent."

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The warm Spanish Marbella Beach is indeed better than the ice and snow in the Netherlands. Warrendam's players are as energetic as frogs waking up from hibernation. This is completely different from their performance in the Netherlands, especially when they see a beautiful girl with her upper body sunbathing on the beach.

But Zhang Jun can already do his best. His teammates are joking because he already has Sophie. Zhang Jun doesn't deny that it is true. But his teammates of the National Olympic Team are not good. When they are running on the beach, they see those passionate girls, even their feet are a little weak. They really want to fall down, then roll to the girl, lying for a long time and don't want to get up.

Even people like Li Suisheng who usually look serious can't stand the temptation and are imaginative of those girls.

The girls also seemed to be very interested in these strong guys, and always made various seductive poses to tease the run-through national Olympic team members.

But even the coach was not immune to the common sense, there was a man who really focused on training and looked straight. He was Xiang Tao, who was called the "yellow bomber" in the team.

This is really puzzling. Wang Yu asked Xiang Tao on behalf of the vast majority of lewd people why he was so calm. Xiang Tao glanced at Wang Yu proudly, and then said in a very disdainful tone: "According to the habit of watching porn, I am not interested in European women."

Everyone fell.

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Yang Pan stood next to Dall'Ara Stadium again, standing beside him the fourth official holding an electronic display panel. Yang Pan jumped, moved his body, and then took the time to look at the big screen. In the 70th minute of the second half, Bologna tied a draw with the visiting team Empoli.

He will replace Nervo. This time his task is not "active defense". When Mazoni asked him: "With the premise of stabilizing your defense, actively forward and assist, and use your speed to break the opponent's defense line in the last twenty minutes!"

Nelvo looked up at the display panel in the fourth official’s hand: No. 7, No. 21.

He knew that he was not performing well in this game, and his assists and defense were not in shape at all. The coach asked him to play for 70 minutes was already very interesting, so let's see how this guy will perform below!

He slapped Yang Pan hard, then put on the coat handed over by the staff, and sat back on the bench. "Good job, Carlo." Mazoni still said this.

Yang Pan ran two steps tightly and felt his position. He took a few deep breaths and was no longer as nervous as he was on the court for the first time.

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"Three touches, two passes, one tackle, one mistake, no shot, no threat pass. This is Yang Pan's performance in the first five minutes." Li Yan wrote in the notebook.

Suddenly there was a cheer in the stands! He quickly raised his head.

"Yang Pan's sudden steal in the frontcourt caught the opponent off guard!" the commentator shouted.

After Yang Pan broke the ball, he looked up and looked for someone, but he did not find a suitable pass point. At this time, the opponent who was intercepted by him had already pushed him up again. Yang Pan shook his hand and accelerated and threw away the opponent and broke through along the sideline!

Empoli's central defender came up to make up for defense, but Yang Pan passed by him like a gust of wind, and the speed was too fast!

"Yang Pan has made a breakthrough! Terrifying speed!"

Nelvo held the towel tightly and stared at the field.

The second central defender had to come up to make up for the position, but Yang Pan did not give him this opportunity. He pulled his right foot and the football flew to the outside of the penalty area with a diagonal line!

Claudio Bellucci, who was running sideways, just received the pass. He adjusted slightly and then swung his foot to hit!

Because of Yang Pan's disturbance, Empoli's defense in the penalty area was already in a mess, and the defender just blocked the goalkeeper's view. Bellucci's kick hit the turf and drilled into the lower right corner of the goal!

The ball has entered!

"GOOOOOOOOOOOAL!! No. 11 Beruci! Bologna leads at home!"

After scoring the goal, Bellucci was about to run to the coach's seat, but he suddenly remembered something and turned another corner and rushed towards Yang Pan who was still standing on the sideline, hugging him tightly.

“Beautiful job!”

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"Beautiful job!" Li Yan jumped out of his seat like other Chinese reporters. Seventy-five minutes in the second half! Yang Pan used a sharp right breakthrough to complete his first assist in the Serie A field!

"Yang Pan! We support you!" Some reporters even opened the banner that had been prepared and took it up at this moment. Their actions attracted other reporters' attention, but at this moment, in the press room, there were only a group of Chinese fans, no Chinese journalists.

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The goal celebration was finally over, and the teammates were all in their place. Yang Pan stood on the sidelines and clenched his fists secretly. Half a season of hard work has finally come to an end. Although it was just an assist, Yang Pan knew how difficult it would be to be on this field even if it was an assist.

Now we have taken another step toward that goal.

Work hard, Yang Pan!

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Three whistles sounded, the whole game ended! Bologna defeated Empoli at home, ushered in the first victory of the New Year, and had a good start!

"Good job!" Signori patted Yang Pan on the shoulder when the game ended. Beluci, who scored the winning goal, came up to hug Yang Pan: "Hey! Good boy! The spread is so wonderful! I'll treat you to supper!"

"Ha! Claudio, if that's the case, you won't be bankrupt for long! Haha!" someone joked.

"Hmph! No need to worry about it, I'm happy today!"

"Ha ha!"

Amid the laughter, Yang Pan found Nelvoy standing up from the bench, then turned around and walked to the locker room alone, with a camera following him, just like that day.

Carlo, even if he has a expressionless face, it is still very hard, right?

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"Yang Pan used assists to prove himself!" "Half a season of waiting for an assist!" "Mazzoni: He has the strength, but he still needs to continue working hard." "This is how he welcomes his first assist."...

When the joyful ink fragrance is still drifting in China, in Spain, Zhang Jun and Li Yongle are about to start their competition.

"It's the first time I'm playing with you in a foreign country." Li Yongle told Zhang Jun that it's time to warm up before the game. But Zhang Jun could hardly complete the warmup because the national Olympic team members we met always came forward to greet him, which really made him wonder if this was Qiu Suhui's tactical arrangement.

"Yes, the first time."

"The weather in Spain is very good." Li Yongle looked up at Lantian and said.

"Yes, it's very good." Zhang Jun also looked up at the sky.

"I'm not the starter, where are you?"

"What a coincidence, I'm not. I'll only play in the second half."

"Is Xuezang's strength? I really didn't expect that we would meet in the first game. We planned to meet in the finals, so it would be more exciting to play."

"Ho ho! Then treat this game as the final!" Zhang Jun smiled.

The two of them held their hands tightly together.

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"I don't think I need to explain. Everyone should be very clear about who their key figure is, right? Although Warren Dam did not let him start, he will definitely play. I hope everyone will play the results of the training in the past few months, so that he will not have a chance to play!"

The National Olympic Team still uses a diamond-shaped 442, and the lineup is exactly the same as in Syria in the first game. However, Warren Dam sent most of the substitutes. Qiu Suhui turned his head to look at Adriansé on the side, his teacher.

Do you doubt my ability? Or are you still afraid that the main force will be injured? Since that is the case, I will not be polite!

Qiu Suhui stood up and shouted to the players waiting for the kickoff on the court: "Give all your strength! Then it is regarded as an Olympic game!"

On January 8th, the weather was sunny, and the warm sunshine of Spain's Marbella shone on everyone, and the football was lying quietly on the turf between the two teams, reflecting the sunshine, which seemed a bit dazzling.

The referee whistle sounded and the football was kicked out. It was just an invitational match of friendship, but no one would look at it irrelevant.

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Li Jie made a powerful shot but was easily caught by Westlop. He scratched his head in annoyance. He kicked his very hard and was caught by the opponent so easily. Is this a professional goalkeeper?

However, despite this, the Chinese Olympic team still had the upper hand in the first twenty minutes of the first half. As someone who used to be an assistant coach at Warrendam, Qiu Suhui was very clear about the abilities and advantages and disadvantages of these players. Therefore, the Chinese team's tactics are all restraining Warrendam everywhere, and it is normal to suppress the attack.

This game attracted some European scouts, so Chinese players performed extremely hard, hoping to be attracted by scouts from a certain club. If they could be attracted by a big-name club, it would be even more enjoyable.

Zhao Pengyu's breakthrough on the left was impressive. His speed made Warren Dam's substitute defender Koning a little difficult to defend. But he knew that blocking the inside line and forcing Zhao Pengyu to the bottom line and crossing again, which would be much less threatening. Zhao Pengyu could only bury his head and lead him to the bottom line and cross again, and the effect was not very good.

"This will not work, it will take some changes." Assistant coach Hu Li said to Qiu Suhui.

"Um." Qiu Suhui nodded, "The side attack needs more changes..."

Zhao Pengyu dribbled the ball forward again, but was still forced to the outside by Koning.

"Xiaoyu!" Xiang Tao rushed up from behind. Zhao Pengyu understood a feint, and then passed the ball back to Xiang Tao who was inserted. After receiving the ball, Xiang Tao did not continue to go down the bottom, but instead pushed the ball horizontally and leaned towards the front of the penalty area!
To be continued...