"Then my first advice, you are not allowed to use the 'Scorpio' you invented again in the future." Basten said with a finger.

Zhang Jun's mind roared! Don't use "Longteng"? Why?

Even Sophie on the side was stunned. "Longteng" was Zhang Jun's signature and a symbol of Zhang Jun. After he was invented from high school, he would always show off at critical moments. If he was not allowed to use it, Zhang Jun's feelings would not be accepted no matter what.

Zhang Jun looked at Basten. He thought Basten was joking, but Basten told Zhang Jun seriously that this was not a joke.

"Why...?" Zhang Jun asked blankly.

"Don't you realize it yourself? The 'Scorpio' did have its surprise when it first appeared. But it has too many shortcomings. It looks good and is good. But you have too many preparations before shooting. If you are one-on-one with the goalkeeper in that case, as long as the upper body is shaking or the frequency of the foot is faster, you can trick the goalkeeper into successfully shooting. With your strength, you must do what I said. There is no problem with what I said. There is no need to use 'Scorpio'. The more extra movements in the penalty area, the longer the preparation time, the greater the chance of the ball being cut off, and at the same time, the greater the possibility of injury. Nowadays, the defenders use all means to stop the goal. Your injured left ankle will definitely become their target."

What Basten said makes sense. Zhang Jun also knew that "Long Teng" was an action he invented for fun, which was to look good and shocking. However, with the help of the media, this action has become his symbol. The fans cheered and looked forward to it again and again to play with the goalkeeper. Now he wants him to give up, he is really ruthless. "You are right, but... but I will be extra careful and will not let the defenders bump into me..." Even Zhang Jun himself knew how ridiculous this was, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

Basten looked at Zhang Jun. He didn't blame him. Any striker would hope that he could have an original signature move that would be remembered and talked about by people. Just like his volleyball in the 1988 European Championship final, although he scored countless goals, the one that is remembered the most and often talked about is still the one that is the one that is most remembered and often said.

Hum? Wait! When it comes to the volley, I could have stopped and shot again, but when the ball was at a certain point in the air, a light of inspiration appeared in my mind. A voice told me to shoot like this, and I kept shooting directly!

It can be said that in addition to solid basic skills, an excellent striker also needs inspiration. "Scorpio" should have been the product of inspiration, but now "Scorpio" is increasingly feeling like he has come down from the assembly line, without the amazing ability.

Logically speaking, "Scorpio" should not be like this. Since it is inspiration, it must have the ability to adapt to changes. No matter how difficult it is, use unconventional goals. Is this a "Scorpio"?

The thoughts in Basten's mind became clearer and clearer. He said to the frustrated Zhang Jun: "Don't be anxious first, maybe I didn't think it's complete..." He stood up and said to Statterson, who was still lying on the side to rest, "Don't sleep, Michelle. Go and pass me from the side, and I'll show Zhang Jun an action."

Zhang Jun looked at the two of them back to the stadium strangely. Did Basten think of something?

"Cross? High ball? Low ball? Or half ball?" Statterson asked with the ball pulling the ball.

"Whatever you want, you can spread whatever you want, and wherever you want, don't think about where I am." Basten was doing warm-up exercises again, and this time he focused on moving his waist and abdomen.

"Look at it, Zhang Jun!"

Statterson saw Basten's OK gesture and began to dribble along the side. When he felt he could pass the ball, he kicked the ball. But Basten pushed the ball back hard. "Don't pass such a ball, pass it tricky! Michelle!"

"Crack? I understand." Statterson smiled, then waited for the ball to fall and then swept the ball back to the goal!

The football flew very low, below the knee, and the ball was very fast. What's more terrible is that this kind of cross flew behind Basten as if it was not as good as it was!

If it is such a ball, there is no way to even hook up, so I can only give up? Zhang Jun thought to himself, but he was shocked because he saw Basten brake urgently, then used his left foot as a support foot, and swung his right foot backwards, and his heel hit the flying football!

The football seemed to have life. It jumped high from behind Basten, drew an arc and fell to the far corner of the goal. Finally, it rubbed the lower edge of the crossbar and flew into the goal. The theoretical blind spot! What surprised Zhang Jun even more was that Basten did not watch the ball throughout the whole process, and his eyes were fixed on that far corner from the beginning!

This judgment, this ball-handling technique! No wonder he is the greatest star in the Netherlands since Cruyff!

Zhang Jun was completely convinced by Basten's lightweight kick. A broken ball passed by him, but he made such a random heel, causing a goal! The ball just now could also bypass the goalkeeper's hands and fall into the goal in actual combat, because no one would have thought that he would shoot like this.

"One more, Michelle!" Basten picked up the football inside the goal and kicked it back to Statterson.

"OK!" Statterson passed a half-high ball this time, but this time it seemed that Basten ran too early. When the football came, his body had already surpassed the front of the football. How should he shoot like this?

I saw Basten dive forward, and at the same time lift his right foot upwards, and hit the football with his heel, and the football flew into the goal from the top of Basten's head! After the goal, Basten simply dived into the goal like a fish jumping to the top.

"This..." Zhang Jun was completely shocked. He had seen this goal. Basten scored a goal that was extremely similar to this when he was AC Milan! He also saw it in "Absolute Superstar - Van Basten" produced by CCTV5 "The World Football". Unexpectedly, he saw Basten's reinterpretation with his own eyes.

At this time, Basten had already stood up from the ground and walked towards Zhang Jun while slapped off the grass chips on his clothes.

"How is it? What did you see?"

"Foot...heeled a goal." Zhang Jun thought this was the only similarity between the two goals, and Basten must have wanted to tell him something through these.

"Well, what else?"

"It seems that the situation was not the best opportunity to shoot at that time."

"Haha! Not bad! Michelle was a little behind when passing the first ball, but I rushed too far in the second ball. But in the end I completed the shot and scored a goal. Do you know? I just thought about your 'Scorpio' carefully. It is not good to be too complicated, but if you simplify it, you might have unexpected effects. You have just seen this effect."

Zhang Jun was even more surprised: "This...is my 'Scorpio'?"

"Well, strictly speaking, it is the 'Scorpio' I have improved for you. I have removed the complicated movements in the previous situation. As long as you use the unconventional shooting method in unconventional situations, you can be considered a 'Scorpio'. In the situation just now, no one would think that you would choose to shoot, so I said that in the situation where the chance is the worst, it is the 'the best chance'. Don't think about supporting the foot, exerting force, center of gravity, balance... Just follow your feelings. Oh, another point, football pays attention to the player's control over the ball. The forward's control over the ball should not only be reflected in the ball when the ball is under your feet, but more importantly, when you shoot, you must maintain control over the ball until the football enters the goal, but you are doing pretty well in this regard."

If Basten had watched "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer", he would find how similar his words were to the Dugu Nine Swords of the Great Hero Feng Qingyang - no move is better than a move!

Basten's nine wonderful goals were once rated as "Dugu Nine Swords" by a Chinese sports magazine. In this way, it is reasonable for him to play Feng Qingyang.

Zhang Jun's eyes lit up: It turns out that Longteng can go further! He always thought that only that action can be considered Longteng, because it looks like a dragon. But after Basten said this, he felt suddenly enlightened. The dragon originally traveled between heaven and earth, turned into clouds and rain, and walked in the wind, without a fixed posture, and was ever-changing. Then Longteng should naturally break through the limitations of the mode. As Basten said, as long as he shoots with unconventional actions under unconventional circumstances, it is considered "Longteng"!

This is the real dragon! The dragon that soars freely among the heaven and earth!

"If you can flexibly use what I said in actual combat, then my first advice can be invalidated." Basten sat on the grass again and continued to say to Zhang Jun: "Now you still rely too much on your body when it comes to dribbling. This is not good. You are young and have the capital to make your body. What are you old? The body is like your credit card. Over-overdrafting now will only cause you to be in trouble in the future. So my second advice is: use more technology and rely less on your body. Especially when dribbling, you are most susceptible to injury from the defenders at this time, but using technology to avoid physical contact with the other party will greatly reduce the possibility of injury."

Zhang Jun nodded and expressed his acceptance of this. He is indeed not good enough in his personal technology. At present, as long as he relies on explosive power to instantly shake off his opponent, but after an ankle injury, he doesn't know how long his explosive power can last, so technology is particularly important. "What about the third one?" Zhang Jun is like a child who is fascinated by the story, urging the narrator to tell the story.

But Basten spread his hands and smiled, "You are very good, how can I pick out so many shortcomings? Haha, what you need now is experience. You are very smart. I hope you think about what I said and then integrate it into the competition." Basten looked at his watch, "Oh, it's so late, I'm going to rush back. You can recover from your injuries. After healing, you can go to Amsterdam to find me. Let's have a good chat. To be honest, I'm still 're worried' about your choice to renew Warrendam, but I didn't accept Ajax's invitation! Haha!" He blinked at Zhang Jun, then stood up and said goodbye.

"I'll give you..." Zhang Jun stood up with Sophie's help. But Basten reached out to stop him. "No need to give you, go back and rest. My car was parked outside."

Sophie, who had been silent all the time, suddenly asked: "Well, Mr. Basten, didn't you say you were on vacation? Why are you in a hurry to leave?"

Basten smiled: "Even if the national team head coach takes a vacation, he will only have half a day off!" Then he waved his hand and turned around and walked out.

This time, Zhang Jun stopped him: "Sir, is someone asking you for your visit here?"

Basten stopped, he looked back at Zhang Jun, and then slowly shook his head: "I just think it would be a pity if an excellent shooter disappeared. So I came here to say the above words to you." After that, he stopped looking at Zhang Jun, turned around and walked out of the football field with Statterson.

Zhang Jun watched the tall and thin back disappear into his field of vision.

Thank you, sir!

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"Why lie? Marco, didn't you say that Qiu asked you to come?" Statson asked as he opened the car door.

"Oh, it was Qiu who asked me, but whether or not I agreed was my own business. Since I came, I would come to help him voluntarily." Basten threw his backpack to the passenger seat.

"But he is a Chinese. If you help him like this, when you meet in the game in the future, if..."

"Michelle, you talked about my pain." Basten sighed, "The only regret is that he is Chinese, not Dutch. Otherwise, I will definitely recruit him into the national team! But even if he is Chinese, there is nothing wrong with it, haha! Football has no borders. Besides, it is also interesting to cultivate a strong opponent, isn't it? Michelle? I'm looking forward to the fight between China and the Netherlands in the World Cup in the future!" He patted Michelle on the shoulder and signaled him not to worry about anything. Then he got into the car and started the car.

"Goodbye! Good luck to the Netherlands! Good luck to you!" Statson waved his hand to help Basten close the door.

Basten didn't say anything, just waved his hand in the car, then put on his sunglasses and started the car, drove towards the gate of the sanatorium, and soon disappeared outside the gate.

Do the Chinese team and the Netherlands meet in the World Cup? Do you have confidence in him or you? Marco?

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When Sophie left, Zhang Jun did not go to see her off. It was not because she didn't want to go, but when she got up in the morning, she found that Sophie was gone, all her luggage and her friends disappeared, and a letter was left on the table. It could be seen that it was in a hurry, because the handwriting was a bit sloppy, and some wrong parts were directly crossed with horizontal lines.

"Zhang Jun: I should have called you 'Ajun' because you called me 'Fefei', but I don't know why I couldn't speak. Maybe it was because I used to calling you 'Zhang Jun', but now I'm not used to changing the name suddenly.

I'm back and really want to spend more time with you, but you're right. I have my own studies and I don't want to become a housewife who relies on you to enjoy a happy life every day at home. Hehehe! Zhang Jun, you are a big star now, and I have to work hard to make myself worthy of you! I thought a lot last night. I originally planned to come to Europe to find you as soon as I graduated and be with you. But now I have changed my mind. I want to develop in China for a while after graduation. I want to see how I can do it alone. Maybe one day I will appear in front of you as a photographer! Don't be surprised then!

By the way, I took the photos taken in the Netherlands and washed them, and then picked a few of the best ones to send to you to see my level. I told you that I am good at this time and you don’t believe me. Even my uncle said that I took good photos.

Finally, these days in the Netherlands are the happiest times I have in the past two years, really!

PS: I deliberately got up early and left early, because I know that even if I don’t let you send it, you will still come, so I can only take one step first. Don’t come to me, Amsterdam is very big, you don’t know where I am. Forgive me to play hide-and-seek with you like this, but I’m very afraid that I will not be able to control myself and stay again.”

At this point, there were neither punctuation nor other words to follow. Sophie seemed to be unable to write anymore. She must have paused for a long time, maybe she was holding back her tears?

But judging from the wet parts on the paper, she failed.

After a further jump, there was only one sentence: "I love you, Zhang Jun. Sophie, 2004.8.28"

Zhang Jun sat on the edge of the bed, holding the message tightly in his hand, but his eyes looked out the window, as if he could see Sophie's smiling face there.

Zhang Jun did not get up to chase after him, he just sat there quietly without moving.

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Sophie pulled her suitcase and carried a big bag. She found an empty seat in the waiting hall and sat down to wait for boarding. But it was still early. She didn't sleep well last night and got up early in the morning. She wanted to take a nap. But she just closed her eyes and heard a familiar voice: "Beautiful lady, it is dangerous to sleep here alone! Please let me protect you!"

"Brother Feng?" Sophie was a little surprised, "Why are you here?"

Feng Qing put away his lustful expression and smiled, "Haha! I saw you walking alone, so I was a little worried about following you. A girl as beautiful as you is dangerous outside alone! There are perverts everywhere!" Feng Qing grabbed her "claws" and pretended to be a wolf.

Sophie covered her mouth and smiled, "Haha! If the perverts are like Brother Feng, then the world will be much safer!"

Feng Qing was a little discouraged. He failed to be a pervert and even a girl laughed at him.

"Why don't you let Zhang Jun give you a gift?" Feng Qing sat down in a seat next to Sophie.

"His feet are not well yet, so..."

"It's still okay for him to walk." Feng Qing interrupted Sophie, which sounded like a clumsy excuse to him. "Hey, parting is always sad!" He sighed and looked at Sophie.

"This... there is no way to do this. I am still in school and I have to go back to continue my studies. I can't run away casually." Sophie smiled, but she was a little far-fetched.

Feng Qing didn't want Sophie to be embarrassed anymore. He originally planned to protect Sophie in secret, but because Sophie was a bit dangerous to sleep here alone, he came out to remind him. "Then you sleep for a while, I'll help you watch something."

"Yeah." Sophie nodded thankfully, then leaned against the seat and closed her eyes gently. She hoped that she and Zhang Jun would be together forever in her dream...

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When Sophie woke up, it was very punctual, and the radio also began to remind the passengers on that flight to board the plane.

Feng Qing sent Sophie to the entrance, and then Sophie suddenly asked: "Brother Feng said that he came to treat him because he likes football and Zhang Jun. But I always feel something is wrong, but it seems that your treatment is indeed effective. I really want to know why you came to treat Zhang Jun?"

Feng Qing looked at Sophie and wanted to tell her the truth. The radio was urging her again, but Sophie had no intention of leaving. Feng Qing gritted her teeth: "I can only say that someone paid a lot of money to entrust me to come, but who is the client? Please forgive me for not being able to disclose it."

"So that's it, no wonder you insisted on not charging... I don't want to make Brother Feng embarrassed, so I don't ask." Sophie suddenly bent down and bowed deeply to Feng Qing.

"What are you doing?" Feng Qing was surprised. He originally thought that Sophie asked about his origin at this time, and was planning to indict him. But he didn't expect that the other party would bow to him!

"No matter what it came, you did cure Zhang Jun, so I want to thank you!" Sophie said with her head down.
To be continued...