The sunlight shone in from outside the window, and the spots of light kept beating on Zhang Jun's face, waking him up.

"Yang Pan... Stop playing." Zhang Jun turned over and said in a voice that was obviously not awake.

Only then did Yang Pan put down the Swiss army knife in his hand and said to Zhang Jun with a smile: "Can't you get up? The sun is burning your butt."

Zhang Jun looked around blankly, "What time is it now?" He grabbed his messy hair.

“Nine:17 am.”

"Is that so? I haven't slept so hard for a long time... Haha!" Zhang Jun stretched, "Well... Speaking of which, why didn't I train today?"

"Are you confused? Because the group qualifies, Qiu Zhi gave us a day off."

Zhang Jun turned over and looked at Yang Pan: "So, has our group qualified?"

"Do you think you're dreaming?"

"It's really a bit...ha!" Zhang Jun got up and went to the bathroom to wash.

Yang Pan picked up the newspapers on the table. These were all sent to Yang Pan by Li Yan. He was not like Zhang Jun. Although sports media is becoming more and more boring like entertainment media now, those who are interested can still find something from it.

The front page of this issue is without exception, with bold bold and red styling, and eye-catching titles: The Chinese team qualifies in the group! He has historically entered the top 16 of the World Cup!

Red, full of red, red jerseys, red national flag, red firecrackers, red fireworks, red words, red mood...

The front page is not interesting to Yang Pan who has experienced the scene. The second page was unexpectedly not about the dialogue between Zhang Jun and Shepchenko, but about him.

Different media expressed different opinions on what he said last night. Some critics also analyzed that Yang Pan was overly excited and said nothing, just like before the 2002 World Cup, at a celebration banquet, a Chinese player who was overly excited shouted "We are going to advance to the quarterfinals". Later, it just added a joke to Chinese football.

Only Li Yan wrote a comment in their newspaper titled "From Now" and analyzed the meaning of Yang Pan saying this. Yang Pan had to nod after reading it: a lot of things were said to him.

"... Yang Pan has always been calm and always shows a mature and incompatible with his age. With the reporter's understanding of him, he rarely gets too excited and cannot control his own situation. This time is no exception. The beginning of his mouth is this World Cup, not a game yesterday, and the end of this start is definitely not until he was eliminated in this World Cup. I think he must have a deeper meaning... Maybe this historic breakthrough will be the beginning of their golden generation. The Chinese football committee has been in a state of decline for decades, and now is the beginning of a new era... So he said that qualifying for the group is just a beginning. If everyone is only satisfied with qualifying for the group and stagnating on the spot and not striving for progress, it is an end. But for someone who is ambitious and not satisfied with the status quo, and for someone who looks further, this victory is indeed just a beginning."

Yang Pan just browsed it and did he need someone else to analyze what he said? These things have no meaning to him. What he cares about is how the media watches Zhang Jun and Sheva's game.

Turning backwards is the report about Zhang Jun and Sheva.

In Yang Pan's view, the Chinese team beat Ukraine, but Zhang Jun lost to Sheva. As the only goal scorer in the team, Shevana has a lot of weight in two goals. Yang Pan was able to be the best in the game because the Chinese team beat Ukraine and stepped out of the line.

The media's views are slightly different from Yang Pan. They think they are still competing with Sheva until the end. Zhang Jun's performance is really too weak, with only one goal and passing by the scoring opportunity several times. Except for shooting, he is not usually found. The Chinese team won, but Zhang Jun lost completely.

But Yang Pan disagrees with the media's view that Zhang Jun is completely defeated. After all, Sheva has been immersed in the world football world for more than ten years. How many years has Zhang Jun been? Losing to Sheva is not a shameful thing. The key is... the Chinese team won the game.

Sheva has not retired this year, and Zhang Jun wants to win back, and there are still opportunities. Anyway, uh, he will not be in Milan in the future, and he will meet at least twice a season.

Ukraine had already set off this morning and left Germany. They walked quite fast. Before leaving, Sheva called to congratulate the Chinese team and Yang Pan. Obviously, the two of them were their own hands on the field, no matter what kind of friction occurred, they were still friends off the field.

When the two went downstairs for breakfast, Yang Pan told Zhang Jun the news that Sheva left. "He has something to say to me to give it to you."

"What?" Zhang Jun was stuffing fried eggs into his mouth and asked vaguely.

"He said he is looking forward to the new season and looking forward to playing with you again."

Zhang Jun raised his head to look at Yang Pan. Yang Pan was sucking the juice in the cup with a straw. He turned his head to look at the blue sky outside the window, where there were vague white marks of a plane passing by.

"So...he knew it long ago."

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After breakfast, Zhang Jun and Yang Pan gathered in Li Yongle's room, and many people were discussing where to go. At this time, Xiang Tao broke in.

"Big news! Big news!" His voice lit up, and everyone turned their eyes to him. Xiang Tao was very satisfied with the feeling of being the focus of everyone's attention.

"Do you know who our opponent in the top 16? Italy! Italy! Three World Cup champions Italy!"

As a result, he did not see the "shocked" expressions of everyone, but a bunch of middle fingers.

Xiang Tao stood there, not knowing what was going on.

Wang Yu asked him: "Your baby hasn't woken up yet?"

Xiang Tao scratched his head, "How did you know? I saw this newspaper as soon as I got up..." He raised the newspaper in his hand, "I came to tell you without even washing my face."

Some people laughed, and more and more people laughed. Xiang Tao really seemed to have not woken up, with a confused look on his face.

Yang Pan pointed to the newspaper in Xiang Tao's hand, "You can finish reading the full text first."

Xiang Tao looked down and looked down.

"......The team qualifying team has decided to be the first in the group B, and the second in the group.... Last night? The team ended last night? Did Group B compete with us for one day?"

"Damn! You only know!" someone cursed with a smile.

"My day! I visited the celebration yesterday, who knows this?" Xiang Tao muttered and went back to wash his face.

Others were still laughing, while Yang Pan poked Zhang Jun: "Yingzaji..."

Zhang Jun shrugged: "I just want to go where to play now, and the good weather can't be wasted."

Yang Pan stopped talking, but he knew that Zhang Jun must want to play against Italy, just as he wanted to play against Ukraine.

On this day, no one talked about Italy, no one talked about the quarterfinals, no one talked about the future, and everyone had a great time.

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Everyone knows that the opponent in the quarterfinals is Italy. Qiu Suhui's training is also very targeted, and he spends most of his time practicing defensive and set-piece tactics.

Lippi is an old fox. Just look at his team's record when he was at Juventus. In this World Cup, Italy puts defense first. Although the scenes are mostly dull, they are absolutely safe. Lippi puts stability and results on his lips. Facing criticism of his dull scenes and utilitarian football, he responded: "The results of this kind of game in the World Cup tells everything. Italy has won all three games to qualify for the group. If they are not satisfied, they can let them try this job by themselves."

Such a person cannot change his tactics by irritating him. He is simply a solid piece of cake.

Many people say that Lippi did not have the style of a world-strong team. But Qiu Suhui felt that this was exactly where a team was called a "world-strong team": mature. No matter what situation they face, they were not panicked and responded to changes.

The most troublesome game against such a team is because you never make mistakes, but wait patiently for you to make mistakes. This is also the reason why the scene is dull. As an opponent, you dare not make mistakes. Both sides are careful. Where is the excitement and passion?

Qiu Suhui also agrees with Lippi's saying, "The results of the World Cup are all about it." In Chinese, it is "the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit." What's the use of playing well but not winning the ball?

The Chinese team in this World Cup is not strong enough, and Qiu Suhui is powerless. But as Yang Pan said, this has just begun. In the next few years, Qiu Suhui is not willing to let the Chinese men's football team always be a spectator. It is far from enough to "play out the spirit".

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"Sneeze!" Zhang Jun sneezed again, sneezing three times in a minute, which aroused Yang Pan's alertness. He looked at the temperature of the air conditioner as usual: 26 degrees Celsius. It was not low. "Did you catch a cold?" he asked casually.

"No...sneeze! No..." Zhang Jun said and sneeze again.

Yang Pan frowned, he got up and pulled Zhang Jun up and walked out.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"There is the team doctor."

"Hey, I didn't catch a cold! I just got choked suddenly!" Zhang Jun obviously didn't want to go.

"Suddenly I was choked four times?" Yang Pan ignored such a crappy excuse and insisted on pulling Zhang Jun to the team doctor's room.

The results of the body temperature measurement left Zhang Jun speechless: 38.2 degrees Celsius.

"Cat cold, fever." The team doctor concluded.

Qiu Suhui and Hu Li were both called.

Qiu Suhui stared at Zhang Jun with a very serious expression: "When did it start?"

"Yesterday, yesterday... I didn't wear clothes after I got back from training and blew the air conditioner for a while..."

Qiu Suhui turned around and asked the team doctor: "Doctor Liu, the game will be the day after tomorrow. Do you think he can play then?"

"I don't know, it depends on how he recovered in the past two days. Because he was afraid of urine tests, he couldn't give him many special medicines. I only decocted a few doses of Chinese medicine for him, but you also know that Chinese medicine is slow to take..."

Qiu Suhui nodded, turned his head and said to Zhang Jun: "Stay more in the past two days, don't go out if you have nothing to do, it's not good to be cold or hot. Wear more clothes...drink more water." He told all the ways he could think of to help recover his health as soon as possible.

Zhang Jun just nodded. He was like a child who did something wrong in front of an adult, and he didn't dare to say a word.

His cold and fever did not expect Qiu Suhui to be a little surprised. When he heard the team doctor call, his hand trembled and he was really shocked.

Although there were voices criticizing Zhang Jun for not performing as well as Shepchenko after the game against Ukraine, and he was not excited enough, but looking at the current Chinese striker, who can make Italy's world-class defenders have some fighting spirit? Only Zhang Jun is the only one.

If Zhang Jun can't play... the Chinese team will not even have a dagger that threatens Italy, why should we use to make the conditions with Lippi?

The Chinese team has been praised for its high attack power in these games. Zhang Jun is the last link of the attack chain, and his importance is self-evident.

Hu Li woke up the thoughtful Qiu Suhui, Zhang Jun and Yang Pan had already left. "I'd better think about what we should do without Zhang Jun. Rearrange the tactics and modify the training..."

"This is only two days. I will train one day tomorrow and compete at 8 o'clock the next day. How can I have time?"

"There's nothing to do... Let's focus on practicing set-piece cooperation tomorrow."

Qiu Suhui had no choice but to accept Hu Li's suggestion. He thought that if Zhang Jun could not play, he would change the formation to 461 and play as a single forward. Anyway, the Chinese team had tried this formation when they warmed up before the game.

The two of them were worried about the lineup and obviously forgot that there was another person around them. Dr. Liu coughed and said, "Coach Qiu, there is something I want to remind you. Zhang Jun has a cold not only because he blew the air conditioner, but he has been in a state of overdrawing his physical strength and his resistance has decreased, so he gets a cold."

Qiu Suhui looked at the team doctor and nodded: "I understand."

He has indeed known it for a long time, but what can he do? Can he prevent Zhang Jun from playing in such a World Cup competition on the grounds of physical strength? Don’t joke! The Football Association will not agree, the media will not agree, and the fans will not do it, even Zhang Jun himself will not accept it.

He turned to Hu Li and said, "Zhang Jun needs a rest. Tomorrow's training will allow him to enter the strength room to practice strength. Let him rest by himself at other times."

Hu Li nodded and said he knew. Dr. Liu's tone obviously had a reproach. He was not a team doctor designated by the Football Association, but Qiu Suhui himself found him from outside. He has not been in the national team for a long time and does not understand many things. He does not understand Qiu Suhui. You must know that in China, the head coach of the men's football team is really not done by humans, and the pressure is too great.

There is even more pressure on using Zhang Jun.

When Zhang Jun went to Class B, some people thought that Zhang Jun was in no form anymore and the main players of the national team should not be given to him. Qiu Suhui used it under pressure.

Later, Zhang Jun played better and better. Those people immediately changed their minds, believing that Zhang Jun was a priceless treasure of the Chinese team and that his role was extremely powerful. Even if Qiu Suhui replaced him five minutes in advance, he would be questioned. If he dared to have a game, he would not need Zhang Jun?
To be continued...