"I promise you, sir, if there is another defeat in the remaining three games, I will leave with those two 'damn' Chinese people!"

Adrians looked at Zhang Jun and Yang Pan who were training on the court. He did not tell them the argument between him and his boss. He did not want to undermine their confidence. The old fat man Horns had no other skills, but his nonsense skills were first-class.

The team lost again, and the atmosphere in the team was not good. It is better not to let the players know about this kind of thing, after all, they will have a very, very difficult game next week.

In the three rounds that just ended, Adrianser saw Zhang Jun and Yang Pan very well, but he still did not allow the two to participate in the game, and he did not even enter the 16-man roster. Considering that the two still lack the tacit understanding with their teammates now, and they have not had a one-minute experience in professional football, if they were rash to send them on the court, it would be very likely to ruin them. The pressure and rhythm of professional football are not as simple as some people imagine. The deafening shouts and boos in the stands, the malicious eyes of the opponent, the media's praise or batter kills, the money and interests behind the football... He doesn't know whether these two Chinese teenagers can bear it.

What makes him most headache now is that he was so angry that he praised Haikou in front of his boss and was dismissed if he lost a game. Their next round of league opponents are Eindhoven (PSV), currently ranked second, one of the traditional top three, or away games. It’s not easy to lose? Can he bear such huge pressure alone? If he loses next Saturday’s game, it doesn’t matter if he leaves, but it involves the professional future of Zhang Jun and Yang Pan!

Why did I say the names of the two of them? Could it be that I was so dizzy by that fucking fat man? One was because I was hot-headed, but I had the future of two stars of hope. Am I too cruel?

"I didn't expect that the person who forced me to the gambling table was myself, Les..." Adriansey shook his head and smiled bitterly.

On Saturday, October 3, 2002, the weather in the Netherlands was good. This day is the FIFA International Football Game Day. On these days when there are no major cup qualifiers, various countries will hold warm-up matches, the event level is A, and are included in the FIFA ranking score.

International match days are specially prepared for national matches, and have been opposed by many clubs. Because, according to regulations, players in the warm-up matches held in the continent must report to the national team at the latest 24 hours before, and the cross-continental players can be allowed to report to the club within 24 hours, and cross-continental players are allowed to report to the national team for 48 hours. As for the final stages of those competitions, national team players are required to report to the national team 14 days in advance. Long-distance travel, physical fatigue, and easy injury are all things that make club owners very troubled. Why do their players have to work hard to travel long distances for an insignificant warm-up match, but the risk of injury?

However, a small ball club like Warren Dam has no such concern at all. There is no active international player in the team, so there is no conflict of interest with the national team. Therefore, this Saturday, Adriansey announced a two-day holiday, allowing the players who have been nervous to relax. But he himself cannot relax. He must be hurt for the next away challenge to Eindhoven.

The forward is now the "source of all disasters" and must be replaced, but Adriansey holds two cards in his hand but is reluctant to play it. Zhang Jun and Yang Pan do not have a one-minute professional game record. Once they face a strong opponent, their professional path will almost come to an end. Imagine the fat man's face... I just made progress, but he has to fall on the starting line. This blow is too big, and even Adriansey dare not take this risk!

Just when Adriansey was still trying to break the problem of Zhang Jun and Yang not being able to climb, the two were watching the game with other teammates in the Dutch capital.

The Amsterdam Arena, which can accommodate 51,342 people, is packed. All you can see in the stands is orange, passionate and unrestrained. Before the game began, the performance of the Dutch fans began. They sang the classic old song "Wewillrockyou" of Queen, pushing the atmosphere of the stadium to its first climax. This song once sang all the Dutch competitions in the 2000 European Championships, which is indeed very similar to the style of Dutch football: full attack and defense, passionate and unrestrained, arrogant and imposing.

Although Zhang Jun and Yang Pan watched the Eindhoven memorial game at Philips, the home court of Eindhoven, there were still very different 30,000 people and 50,000 people.

The teammates around them are also professional players, but their performance is no different from that of the fans in the stands. They wear orange Dutch home jerseys and make waves with all the fans, cheering and singing loudly. At this time, they are fans, Dutch fans.

Looking at the fanatical fans around, Zhang Jun even began to observe silence for the visiting team Iceland in his heart. In this atmosphere, no visiting team may not be able to perform normally. This is the so-called "home court advantage"? Zhang Jun couldn't help but think of Wulihe, Shenyang on October 7 last year. Maybe the same is true. The fans are the twelfth player on the court.

The Dutch team's appearance ignited the atmosphere again. When the familiar orange top appeared on the green field, the fans kept waving their arms and stirring up waves. The orange-covered Amsterdam Arena was like a crater with lava boiling, and it was possible to erupt at any time.

The appearance of Davids made Keizer next to Zhang Jun a little excited. He shouted Davis' name with all the fans. The Juventus and the main midfielder of the Dutch national team still tied his hair behind his head and wore black-rimmed glasses. He heard the fans' shouts, and he raised his hands and greeted the fans.

"Do you like Davis?" Zhang Jun asked Cozell, who finally calmed down.

"Well, he is my idol..." Kozel looked reverent, "It is also my goal!"

Zhang Jun thought about it carefully during training, except that his figure was not the same, their style of playing football was really similar. They both had very strong ways of grabbing the ball, and they could not run to death, and were full of fighting spirit.

Kluivert, van Nistelrooij, Frank de Boer, Cocu, Overmars, VanderSar, Stam... These names all caused a small-scale eruption of the competitive volcano in Amsterdam.

But when Iceland played, they were booed, and even Buys on the side also booed. The booed fans did not mean dissatisfaction with someone, but put psychological pressure on the away team, which could also ensure the victory of the home team. These fanatical fans are really creatures with clear love and hate. As long as they are opponents who support the team, they would hate them crazy, boo them, and use all means to cause psychological pressure on the other party and increase the difficulty of playing football.

The game ended with the Dutch team defeating Iceland 3-0. Zhang Jun was not impressed by the game itself, mainly because the atmosphere in the Amsterdam arena made him unforgettable for a long time. The fanatical fans, the overwhelming orange color, seemed to tremble every time the mountains and tsunamis were trembling. Although he was just a bystander, Zhang Jun was still deeply moved by this atmosphere and was excited by it.

When Cruivit scored the third goal for the Netherlands, 50,000 fans in the game shouted his name frantically. Zhang Jun lowered his head and clenched his fists: This is football! This is the stage he dreamed of!

"An! Move three more barrels of beer!"

A big fat man shouted loudly at the back, full of energy. There were more and more people gathering in front of him. The warm-up match between Germany and the Czech Republic this afternoon was the highlight of today's international competition day, so it attracted a lot of people.

A tall young Chinese man walked out with a big bucket. He put the wine under the bar and turned around and went into the back room. Every game day, the tavern was always crowded and An Ke was particularly busy. It is usually a gathering place for Dortmund fans. As long as there is Dortmund's game, there is no shortage of people here. Without league game days, the national team is naturally the target of their joint support.

The game began, and the fans' attention was on the TV broadcast, holding heavy beer glasses but not taking a sip. An Ke could also take a short rest. He chose a corner, stood against the wall, and watched the TV. As the game progressed, he would follow others to sigh or cheer, like a loyal German fan.

When Kahn saved Czech striker Jan Koller and almost scored a goal, he made a cheer. The performance of the world's number one goalkeeper was really great! Kahn picked up from the ground and waved his fists with a group of Czech players. Germany, which was fighting at home, was hit by the Czech Republic, was indeed uncomfortable.

An Ke was cheering, looking at Kahn's fist, as the captain of the German national team and the spiritual leader. His performance on the court was indeed very exciting for his teammates. An Ke looked down at his hands again. He had to study in Germany and work in a bar. His parents spent a lot of money to send him out, and he still needed to find a way for some of his living expenses. He hadn't touched football for a long time, and his hands were born? Looking at his hands full of calluses because of moving things, in this noisy bar, An Ke suddenly missed the days when high school and Zhang Jun, Yang Pan, Ren Yudi, Kaka and others played football.

A Chinese teenager was very hard when studying in a foreign country. His parents tried their best to send him abroad. Isn’t it just that he could get better than his parents after studying? Studying, working, and living... Is it like this that he gradually stayed away from football and youth until one day he completely forgot?

There are so many possibilities tomorrow, An Ke doesn't know which one is waiting for him.

During the remaining week of training, Adriansey was always paying attention to the training situation and status of Zhang Jun and Yang Pan. For more than two weeks, the cooperation between the two and their teammates has already had a tacit understanding, which is a good phenomenon. But he still dared not confirm them on the 11-man starting lineup. This is the first time in his coaching career that he encountered such an uncertain chess. The potential of the two of them is unquestionable. If the first step can be taken well, their future will be unquestionable. But it is not easy to take this first step? Betting on the entire future of the two hope stars, such a big bet made Adriansey, who had seen the strong winds and waves, tremble and hesitate.

Finally, after training the day before the game, Adriansey told the two that they were on the 16-man roster - which means they have a chance to play tomorrow!

In the five substitutes, except for one goalkeeper, Adriansse has brought two forwards in the remaining four places. This is also a manifestation of his inner struggle.

After returning home, Zhang Jun and Yang Pan suppressed their excitement, ate supper as usual, and returned to their room to review Dutch. It seemed that tomorrow was just an ordinary training day.

Li Yan sat on the sofa boredly and flipped through the newspapers he brought to his friends from China. His friend passed by him and then stood in front of him showing his full outfit: a red and white Eindhoven jersey and a red Eindhoven scarf. His friend turned around in front of him: "How is it?"

"Brother! You have walked back and forth in front of me for seventeen times, turned ten circles, and asked eleven times, "How is it?" Please go around me!" Li Yan threw away the newspaper and said in a pleading tone. "Isn't it just an ordinary Dutch Super League? Is it worth being so happy?"

"Hehe! Eindhoven makes my favorite team, how can I not support my home game? Their opponents can make the league's deputy squad leader (deputy squad leader: because in the army's marching, the squad leader is often at the front, and the second squad leader is at the end. Later, the word "deputy squad leader" was quoted in competitive sports, meaning the last one) Warren Dam, the chance of winning is vain! Besides, you have been here for almost a week, and the holiday is about to end. I haven't taken you to see a regular European professional league yet!"

Li Yan said: "It's not that I haven't watched it on TV..." But his friend interrupted him: "TV? Can it be compared with watching football on the spot, across 100,800 miles?"

"Well, I have watched a lot of people on the scene, I am a football reporter..." Li Yan could feel his heart was weak, and he licked his lips.

"Ha! Can A A be compared with the European Professional League? You are a reporter who specializes in domestic football. Don't think I don't know!"

Li Yan didn't say anything. Wang Hua was right. He was indeed a reporter who was responsible for reporting A-A in Sports Weekly. Those A-A stands, which were almost half empty in every game, could not compare with the Dutch Super League. He, a domestic reporter, seemed to be only envious in front of international reporters. He first learned Italian and wanted to be a reporter in Serie A. As a result, the A-A-A was short of people, so he was put on the domestic reporting field by the editor in charge of "training young people". This "training" took three years and he became a veteran in domestic reporting. As he worked in this industry, he gradually became longer.

The more he understood the shameful insider of domestic football, he hated the environment more and more. He was able to persevere because he was extremely responsible and very serious about his work. It was his professional ethics that made him persist for three years. Unfortunately, the league he registered with was not very professional ethics. Ideals and reality collided again and again. He, a arrogant boy who had entered this gate with his passion for football and infinite hope for Chinese football, seemed to have grown ten years old, and three years were better than thirty years! The passion faded, and hope turned into a bubble, and all that was left was numbness and inertia.

Think about the few viewers in the A-A arena, and think about the Serie A and Premier League I saw in front of TV. The singing of fans in the stands clearly through radio waves.

Maybe going there can really regain the long-lost passion. Li Yan thought this way, raised his head, and Wang Hua walked over again and turned around in front of him: "How is it?"

The lights went out, and Zhang Jun lying on the bed felt nervous. He didn't feel nervous when he heard from Wang Bo's mouth that he and Yang Pan would appear on the bench for tomorrow's game. But now, in the dead of night, Zhang Jun really felt nervous, a kind of uncontrollable tension. The sound of the alarm clock on the bedside table even became an unbearable noise.

Zhang Jun turned over again and faced Yang Pan's bed. Yang Pan lay on his side, facing him with his back.

Zhang Jun hesitated for a long time and finally asked in a low voice: "Yang Pan, are you nervous?"

But what answered him was a gentle snoring - Yang Pan was already asleep.

Zhang Jun looked at Yang Pan's back in disappointment. Wouldn't he really be nervous? He was always so innocent, and he really envied him.

I was selected for the 16-person list, and my parents didn't know that they could not see the game, otherwise I would be proud of his son, right? Think about it, my parents have never stopped him from playing football in the past ten years. Unlike Yang Pan's parents, they have begun to disagree with their son playing football. I should really thank my parents if I can have today... I will call home twice a week from now on...

There is also Sophie, who can persevere all the way, and she has the greatest effect. It is because she has been puffing up her desire to play football, it is because she has been with her heart, it is because she has been with her for three years in high school and one year in college... but now she is unable to share happiness with her, and she is really unwilling to be with her. I really want her to be by her side, listen to her excited screams, and look at her happy smile...
Chapter completed!