When Feng Qing asked him to find someone to solve his psychological problems, Zhang Junjue did not expect that the person Feng Qing asked him to find was Van Basten.

After explaining his purpose on the phone, Basten asked Zhang Jun to go directly to the St. Edron Sanatorium in Utrecht to find him, and he would go there with a few friends to play football.

Zhang Jun knew very well how a head coach of a national team always had time to run there, it must have been specially arranged for him.

When he met Basten, who had been missing in the parking lot, the Dutch gave him a warm hug: "You are a little thinner than the last time I saw you, haha!"

"Brother Feng said that being too fat is not conducive to my football, so he lost it." Zhang Jun answered honestly.

Then Basten did not follow this topic, but focused on Zhang Jun's new car, "Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren? Good car, it must have cost a lot of money, right?"

Zhang Jun nodded: "A total of 300,000 euros."

"Tsk tsk, you really want to bear it. My public is only 20,000 euros!" Basten shrugged.

"Hehe, Sister Hua said that as long as it is something I like, it is worth it no matter how much money it costs." Zhang Jun smiled embarrassedly.

"That's right..." Basten touched the outer shell of the sports car, the cold metal feeling made people feel comfortable, "So don't you regret it after spending so much money to buy it?"

"No! I never regret it." Zhang Jun replied firmly, "It's indeed a bit expensive. I felt a little distressed when I paid for it, but when I got in and started the car, I never thought about the 300,000 yuan again. Do you know? When I first started driving, I was as slow as a snail because I was afraid of something, and I was laughed at by Brother Feng!" He talked to Basten with great enthusiasm about his first independent driving experience, as if he had forgotten the purpose of his trip.

"Is there such a thing? Haha! But seeing that you are driving from Warrendam to Udrecht alone now, you know that you have no problem anymore, right?" Basten was amused by Zhang Jun.

"Yes! Every day whenever I have time, I drive her out for a ride. At first, I didn't dare to drive too far, but later I gradually let go. I found that after driving this car for a long time, I would form a tacit understanding with her. It was like, like..." Zhang Jun wanted to find a word to describe that feeling.

"Football. It's like football, right?"

Zhang Jun looked up at Basten, feeling a little confused about why he was like this.

"Didn't you notice, Zhang. How similar is your experience in buying a car and your experience in choosing to receive wind therapy?" Basten reminded.

After saying this to Basten, Zhang Jun realized that it was really the case. He was also hesitant before, but after receiving treatment, he was like getting a car and training every day, practicing his practical driving skills. Now, he can freely speed up to 200 on the highway.

Now that his body has finally recovered, he cannot show what he usually trains on the field. Isn’t this like when he drove this car on the road for the first time, he was cautiously afraid of this and that, and was even laughed at by Feng Qing.

So can he start at full speed on the court like driving, soar to the highest speed and gallop to the fullest?

Basten kept watching Zhang Jun's changes and he smiled. The child had figured out some problems, and the rest was to strike while the iron was hot.

"Actually, after being seriously injured, there will be a period of fear, not daring to do movements, and afraid to fight against others' physical condition. In fact, this is all about scaring yourself. Your surgery and postoperative recovery are very good and very successful. Your current body is nothing different from before the injury, so you don't have to worry about anything, just play football the same as before. You should know that football itself is a game that tests your ability. Are you going to be a deserter now, Zhang?"

Zhang Jun was so excited by Basten's question: "No! I won't be a deserter!" He replied loudly.

"That's good!" Basten smiled, "Follow me, let's play a game." He pulled Zhang Jun to the football field behind the sanatorium.

This time it was not a four-on-four game, but an eleven-on-eleven.

"It's all my friends, just a game. Go up and play with them casually. Think about what you just realized, remember that you are healthier now than before you were injured!" He patted Zhang Jun's shoulder and gave him encouragement. Then he shouted to the field: "I'm sorry to come late. He is my friend - Zhang Jun, let him play on the field for a while." After that, he used a force behind Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun, who was pushed onto the court by Basten, waved to everyone embarrassedly and greeted him. Some of them he had seen, and they were the last time he came here to play football. After saying hello, he was pulled by Statterson, the director of the nursing home: "It seems that Feng is very successful, okay! You are the center and go to the front. Don't worry, we will pass the ball to you, all kinds of balls!" He blinked at Zhang Jun.

This game was actually arranged specifically for Zhang Jun. Statson is his old friends in the team, while the other side is an amateur team in the Udrecht region. Basten greeted them in advance and told them to move smaller. Basten did not tell Zhang Jun any of this arrangements. He wanted Zhang Jun to play football with a game attitude and find the rhythm that he had lost for seven months.

Zhang Jun took off his trousers and coat and threw them aside, changed into a pair of sneakers and went on the court again, and then he stood in the center position. He turned his head to look at Basten on the sidelines, and his idol was giving him a thumbs up. "Treat football as a game, Zhang!"

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When Zhang Jun came on the court, the game had already begun fifteen minutes, and the score was still 0:0. Will his joining break this deadlock?

The ball was passed to his feet, and the stop was too big, and was interrupted by the pressing opponent. Now it is near the penalty area. Be careful of any movement and cannot stop it, otherwise it will be like this.

The ball came again, this time it was a half-high ball. Zhang Jun stopped the ball out with his chest and then inserted it forward, but the opponent's central defender rushed up and squeezed him to the ground. Zhang Jun turned three times in a row before stopping, which surprised everyone, for fear of hurting him. The central defender who was rushing to him was even more busy pulling him: "You, are you okay?"

But when Zhang Jun fell to the ground, he suddenly tasted a long-lost smell on his tongue, which was the fishy smell of grass and soil. Only when it was so close to the grass could it be tasted. How should that be described? It seemed like he hadn't returned to the court for a long time, it was a fierce court, not a training ground.

Zhang Jun spitted out the grass clippings in his mouth, then stood up and shook his head: "It's okay, I'm fine." Then he said to the interim referee: "That was a foul just now, right? Should we give us a free kick, right?"

The referee was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's right, the Red Team committed a foul, and the White Team directly had a free kick."

"Hehe, OK! I'll play this ball!" Zhang Jun snatched the free throw right in front of a group of "old men". He suddenly became full of energy.

Statterson looked at Basten with some concern, but Marco just smiled and nodded: Don't worry, let him kick, he seemed to start to find the feeling.

Facing the human wall, Zhang Jun chose to shoot the arc with his right foot, and stepped strongly beside the ball with his left foot as a support foot. He pulled out his right foot. The football drew an arc and flew around the human wall and flew towards the near corner. It was a very beautiful arc ball! But in the end, it unfortunately hit the crossbar and bounced out of the bottom line.

It's really a pity! Statterson feels sorry for Zhang Jun. If this goal is scored, he will have a clear mind, right?

Zhang Jun also jumped in annoyance and covered his head with his hands. However, he quickly returned to normal - Basten valued this more, which shows that he is playing the ball with a normal mind, and this mentality is the best.

Then it was very obvious that the White team handed the ball to Zhang Jun, regardless of whether he was in a suitable position for shooting. Zhang Jun was not as reserved as he was at the beginning. He gradually let go, stopped the ball, turned around, passed, accelerated, and even went head-on to the body. Once, Statterson made a cross on the right side, but he did not pass it well. The football was low and fast, and flew behind Zhang Jun who came to pick up. Just when everyone thought that the ball would be the back of the defender, Zhang Jun suddenly braked, kicked the ground with his left foot, and quickly slapped his right foot backward. He knocked the football with his heel, and let the football fly from behind him and fly towards the goal!

This is... the "Scorpio" that Basten once demonstrated!

That's right, this is the new "Longteng". Zhang Jun has practiced several times under Feng Qing's supervision. This is the first time he has used it in actual combat. Unfortunately, his strength has not been well controlled. The football deviated greatly from the goal and flew to the barbed wire in the back before falling down. But this was enough to surprise Statterson and Basten.

In the eyes of others, Zhang Jun was just a missed shot, but only they knew what it meant.

In just over a month, he was able to use it in actual combat! Although the result was not much the same, it was just because he was not proficient. Once he mastered it... Basten first experienced what a terrible opponent he had cultivated.

Zhang Jun shrugged at Basten with embarrassment and scratched his head. He felt embarrassed that he had not done well in front of his master.

Zhang Jun's unremitting efforts finally paid off at the end of the first half. After receiving Statterson's pass, he stopped the ball first, then flicked his left foot to the left, and then stroked the ball with his right foot. Just when the defender who was defending him thought it was a bluff again, he turned his right foot back and knocked the ball to the left! Then he kicked his left foot with force, twisted his body to the left, and broke through!

This is very beautiful, but even more beautiful is still behind. When he got rid of the first defender, he swung his right leg and shot with a stance. The opponent immediately moved the center of gravity to that side to prevent his shot. But Zhang Jun's shot was just a fake move. He swung his right leg, but his heel knocked the ball from behind to the left side. At the same time, his body turned around with the support foot and left foot, and then moved the ball out a little. When the body completed the 180-degree turn, he swung his left foot with the power of turning and shot vigorously!

The football rushed into the net from the goalkeeper and the ball entered!

Cruyff turned around!

After scoring the goal, Zhang Jun forgot that this was just a game. He ran towards Basten on the sidelines, then flew up and hugged him tightly. "Thank you! Thank you!" His tears poured out with the sincere thanks, wetting Basten's shirt.

After waiting for so long, he finally got to this moment. He finally scored a goal in the sports war! Although this was just a game where everyone played, Zhang Jun found the feeling of losing the game for a long time - the rhythm. This is far more important than a goal to him.

In the second half, Zhang Jun worked as hard as ever, but the Bai team he was in was a group of middle-aged men over forty years old. They couldn't keep up with their opponents physically. They were scored three goals in a row and were eventually defeated 1:3. However, the result is no longer important. What is important is that the original intention of organizing this game has been realized.

Basten sent Zhang Jun into the car and said to him: "Don't worry, go back, you have found the feeling of the game. I believe that in the near future I will see you on the league field!"

"Thank you, Marco!" Zhang Jun was still thanking.

"This is what you did by yourself, you defeated your fear. If you want to thank you, you should thank Qiu, Feng, thank Dr. Seyen who performed the surgery on you, and your girlfriend, she has been waiting by your side and comforting and encouragement. Work hard, strive to make a comeback as soon as possible, and then score a beautiful goal as a thank you gift to them!"

After watching Zhang Jun leave, Basten called Adriansai and told him that Zhang Jun is now in good health and mental health. All he needs to do now is to gradually adapt to the rhythm of the game in the warm-up match. Of course, this is left to Adriansai, and it is not something he, the head coach of the Dutch national team, can handle.

Adrianse then arranged a completely closed warm-up match for Zhang Jun. In Warrendam's training base, the opponent was still the team of the last time. This time Adrianse only arranged for Zhang Jun to play for 45 minutes of derby, but Zhang Jun's performance was completely different from the last time. He scored two goals alone, which was a very good result. This made Feng Qing and Adrianse very happy, thinking that Zhang Jun could play in the league at the end of October.

As Zhang Jun's return approaches, Warren Dam has attracted people's attention again. Adriansey finally gave Chinese journalists peace of mind: "He performed very well and was completely in a rising curve. But we won't be too hasty. I have to make sure that everything is in the best situation before he can play."

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Zhang Jun still did not open up his "permit" to the media interview. He was very cautious and didn't want to talk to anyone about his comeback at this time. Maybe he was a little superstitious. He thought that some things would not work if they said it in advance. If he would make a successful comeback, it might be the result of failure. So even to Sophie, he kept silent about this, but just asked about her about her school. Sophie told him to take some photos and sent them to him, asking him to put them in a photo frame and hang them on the wall.

"Isn't it the same in the photo album?" Zhang Jun was afraid of trouble.

"No. Putting it in the album and hanging it on the wall is different! And the size is different!" Sophie insisted, and Zhang Jun had no choice but to agree. However, he still didn't understand the difference between putting these photos on the album and hanging on the wall.

It was not until he received the photos that he understood Sophie's good intentions. Eight of the ten photos were black and white, with only two colors.

The black and white photos are all about Zhang Jun. In the photos, he frowned, his eyes are dull, and there are always many shadows. These are all taken by Sophie when he was most painful and confused. That period of time was just like in the photos.

The first of the two colorful photos is Feng Qing doing an ankle massage for him. A large wooden barrel in the distance is filled with steaming Chinese medicine soup, and it is still emitting white steam. Zhang Jun himself smiled at the camera. On the one hand, he is working hard like this, and on the other hand, he is a little confused about Feng Qing's future and cannot see through, just like the steam in the sunshine in the distance.

The last one is in the beautiful Saint-Edron Sanatorium. On that football field, Basten was telling him how to use "Longteng". At this time, he had bright eyes and his face full of expectations and longing. It was the encounter with Basten that Zhang Jun truly saw hope and a wonderful future.

Sophie wanted to tell me not to forget the hardships and those who have helped me in the past, right? Let me continue to work hard and persevere. These ten photos should indeed be installed in ten photo frames and hung on the walls. No matter when, seeing them is equivalent to seeing the past, you will feel full of strength!

Well, no wonder even my dad praised Sophie for taking good photos. As expected, she has two brushes and is already quite skilled in composition and light and shadow color application. What is even more commendable is that she can always grasp the subtle psychological changes of the subject in an instant and freeze them on the negative. My dad once said that if you can only photograph the characters in their bright clothes, beautiful faces and body shapes, it is just a good work. A truly good portrait photographer must be good at grasping the characters' hearts, that is, to shoot the characters' spirits. This spirit will be expressed through subtle differences in expressions and expressions. In this way, Sophie is indeed much more talented than her in other aspects of photography.

Appreciate carefully... Well, why is there no Sophie after taking pictures? Zhang Jun called to ask, but Sophie scolded him with laughter and cry.

"Idiot! I'm a photographer, I took these photos, how could I have it there!"

Although you are not in the photo, I will always keep you in my heart, Sophie! Zhang Jun touched the photo and thought in a slight way.

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Sophie shivered, wondering, why did she feel a little cold? She got up and closed the window, then sat back to the table and continued to write her letter to Zhang Jun. Although both of them now have cell phones, there are many things that are suitable for writing on paper with a pen, especially Zhang Jun’s birthday is coming soon, and there are still fifteen days left, and she has many blessings to give to Zhang Jun.

"Dear Zhang Jun, I will count on the time to send the letter. I believe that when you receive this letter, you will be on your birthday, so I specially drew a cake for you, hehe! Remember to make a wish!

I really want to go to the Netherlands to see your comeback, but the school is very busy now. I am in my senior year and the exam I took last semester. Because I have special reasons, the college decided that I can take the centralized retake in the midterm without re-studying. Although it saves time, I will be very busy in a short period of time. In order to pass the test in one go, I will work very hard until early December. After writing this letter to you, I will not be able to write to you for a long time, nor can I often go online to learn about your situation. I may not be able to finish reading the newspaper after I buy it. However, I will take the time to read it, and I will still call you.

I heard from Brother Feng that you have recovered well and you should be able to play at the end of October. But domestic newspapers say that it depends on Adriansé. I don’t understand the situation, so I don’t know much about it. But no matter whether you are at the end of October or November, don’t worry. I know you really want to score a goal on my birthday. But that’s not realistic, don’t force any promises. As long as you are healthy, it is the best gift to me.

It has been a month and a half since we were separated from the Netherlands, but it hasn't been a long time, but why do I think we haven't met for a long time? One day when I'm not busy, let's make an appointment to go online to video together? Haha, many Internet cafes in Hefei now have cameras installed. I remember that your laptop also has cameras, so we can chat face to face again. But if you are too tired of training, then forget it. I don't want you to have a good rest.

By the way, let’s talk about them. Li Yongle wrote me a few days ago. He said that everything is good in Inter Milan. Maybe he saw his performance in the Olympics. Everyone is very good to him and has no feeling of excluding outsiders at all. He is still trying to play in the youth team, and he said that it will definitely be possible before 12 months.

Kaka is also in Milan. He takes good care of Li Yongle and helps him adapt to life in Italy. He also takes him out to play. But Li Yongle told me that Kaka always seizes every opportunity to persuade him to join AC Milan, but he 's sternly rejected'. The two of them are in the same city, which is the most reassuring and must be very interesting. I just don't know if they are together so frequently, will the Italian paparazzi have an opportunity to take advantage of?

Yang Pan seemed to be worried about love. He often called me to ask about the girl’s thoughts, haha! I really didn’t expect that Brother Yang would have today! I really want to see what kind of person the girl that can make him moved is, but I think it must be very beautiful, what do you think?

Also, you said you bought a very expensive sports car, but I can't see it. You took a photo of the car and sent it back, right? I really want to see what the car that cost you half a year's salary looks like. I checked the model you mentioned online, but there are no pictures, only a very simple text introduction, which is a pity.

Okay, let’s just write it here. Don’t worry, everything is fine at school, and my uncle and aunt are also very good.

Happy birthday to you!

Love you: Sophie."

After writing the letter, Sophie got up and walked to the window, pushed open the glass window, and then stretched her way to the waist. The bright sunshine shone on her, feeling very warm.

Zhang Jun recovered very smoothly, and she was particularly happy. Hard study was nothing to her. After that most painful days, they would definitely be greeted with a warm future like the sun.
Chapter completed!