All the reporters who reported this U21 on the sidelines looked at the scoreboard incredible, 4:0, the score was refreshed one minute ago. This is the third time that the Central Plains Youth Team has scored more than three goals. Qiu Suhui, who was still very low-key at the beginning of the group stage, also changed his cautiousness and kept talking, "Our goal is the national championship" and "Central Plains has the strength to win the championship"... I really don't understand this person who returned from the Netherlands.

The most reasonable explanation for this change is that Qiu Suhui has been playing "Miscellaneous Fist" before, relying on his performance at the beginning of the group stage to confuse his opponents.

But what the reporters even more confused is that as the head coach of the Central Plains Youth Team, he did not lead the team training during the game, but threw the burden to the assistant coach Hu Li, and then shuttled through various arenas. There is no need to investigate all the other thirty-one teams participating in the competition, right?

What is this serious man selling in front of the reporter?

No matter what this man was planning to do, the two players in the Central Plains team still excited the reporters who have seen many Chinese players. What happened to Chinese football recently? Did the volcano erupt? Why are excellent young players emerging in a row? First, there were Zhang Jun and Yang Pan in the Netherlands, and now there was Liu Peng and Sima Hongxin in the U21. Could it be that the professional football that the Football Association has always advocated has finally blossomed and bear fruit?

"Ph!" A reporter spitted phlegm on the ground.

Lin Feng, from Taishan, Guangdong, is nineteen years old, with a front midfielder. He is 1.7 meters tall and weighs 56 kilograms. Characteristics: delicate footwork, good at dribbling, and outstanding personal abilities. However, he has a weak sense of teamwork and likes to fight alone. He is considered good at performing by the coach, and his tactical literacy is not qualified and he is basically abandoned.

Li Jie, from Huaian, Jiangsu Province, is 20 years old and has a forward position. He is 1.86 meters tall and weighs 80 kilograms. Characteristics: tall figure, strong heading ability, and strong impact. However, he lacks speed and has rough feet.

Wu Shangshan, from Dalian, Liaoning, is sixteen years old, and has a forward position. He is 1.85 meters tall and weighs 75 kilograms. Characteristics: fast speed, 11 seconds three in 100 meters, and excellent bounce. However, he lacks experience and needs exercise. He is too young. However, he has basically secured the main position in the Dalian Youth Team.

Xiang Tao, a native of Zigong, Sichuan, is 21 years old, and has a position guard. He is 1.83 meters tall and weighs 70 kilograms. Characteristics: He is competent for all positions on the back line, has good left and right feet, and has a fast speed. However, because his performance is too strong, he is not liked by the coach. Sometimes he makes inexplicable mistakes and is basically a substitute in the Sichuan team.

Zhao Pengyu, a Beijinger, is 20 years old, and is at the left brigade. He is 1.8 meters tall and weighs 68 kilograms. Characteristics: fast speed, 11.43 seconds, and is good at driving through the ball. However, his passing skills are poor and his cooperation awareness is not strong enough.

Wang Yu, from Chengdu, Sichuan, is 21 years old, with a low back. He is 1.86 meters tall and weighs 72 kilograms. Characteristics: excellent header, quick response, and fast speed. However, his body is too thin and lacks ability to fight.

Feng Lin, a native of Dalian, Liaoning, is 20 years old, and has a goalkeeper. He is 1.87 meters tall and weighs 80 kilograms. Characteristics: good at playing high-altitude balls, outstanding bounce ability, but unstable performance.

...

Looking at the twenty-page material, Hu Li was so scared that he couldn't speak for a long time. Qiu Suhui was drinking coffee leisurely. "U21 is coming to an end, and my investigation is almost done."

"Your investigation?" Hu Li asked in confusion, "What are you doing when you investigate so many people? Are they all likely to become our opponents?"

"Haha, Lao Hu, they are not opponents, but they are likely to become our subordinates."

"Men? I don't understand."

Qiu Suhui did not answer him this time, but just left Hu Li with a mysterious smile.

In the semi-finals of the next day, Zhongyuan Club defeated his opponent 2:0 and reached the final with a winning streak of only one goal. No one has ever questioned the strong strength shown by the Henan team. Therefore, Qiu Suhui's photos also began to appear in the newspapers frequently, and reporters began to explore his past, especially his experience abroad. They led the Central Plains Youth Team, which had been unknown in China, into a team with the ability to win the championship. Qiu Suhui has become the leader among domestic youth coaches.

Looking at the newspapers with their own photos, Qiu Suhui murmured to himself: "If your eyes are not completely blind, come and find me, the Chinese Football Association..."

Chinese journalists surrounded by barbed wire were waiting for the training to interview Zhang Jun and Yang Pan. But suddenly, there was a commotion among the reporters in the front row, and they raised their cameras to shoot in the field. Because they saw that when they were practicing back and running, Zhang Jun turned around and fell to the ground. Then, Adriansai whistled and stopped the training, and then, team doctor Shuttle rushed into the field.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"You blocked me from the front!"

"Can anyone tell me what happened?"

"Zhang Jun fell to the ground, and the team doctor entered the field!"

The reporters were in chaos.

Five minutes later, Zhang Jun stood up, but was immediately helped by the team doctor. Seeing him limping, he knew that the situation was not good. The reporters rushed to the team doctor's office, but were stopped by the club staff at the door of the building: "I'm sorry, reporters are prohibited from entering here."

Unfortunately, the reporter had to return to the training ground the same way, and only a few unwilling people were still lobbying for the other party.

The training continued, but it was obvious that everyone's mood was ruined by this emergency, especially Yang Pan, who was in a daze during the training and made several mistakes. This was the first time for the first time!

The morning training ended quickly, and the reporters followed him to the news center, hoping to get the club's statement about Zhang Jun's injury. After waiting for about fifteen minutes, team doctor Schuter and head coach Adriansse appeared in front of the reporters.

"I think this thing is not something that anyone wants to encounter, but it happened after all. Zhang Jun was overly tired and his left thigh muscle was strained during training. The specific recovery time will be determined by us after further detailed examination." Shuttle pushed his glasses and tried to make his tone sound calm.

"Zhang Jun is injured!"

"Overload operation finally caused Zhang Jun to fall!"

"Injury reappears, will Zhang Jun become a short-lived genius?"

"Zhang Jun is not Superman!"

"Another Qiu Suhui?"

...

Sophie hung up the phone with some concern. The more Zhang Jun told her that it was okay, the more she was worried. If she hadn't seen the newspaper, she wouldn't know that Zhang Jun was injured. She wouldn't tell her anything if she had anything to do. She would only report good news but not bad news. How could she not worry?

"Nothing, it's really nothing! Sophie, the doctor said, training can be resumed in two weeks. Muscle strain is normal for players. You don't have to worry about me, Yang Pan will take care of me."

Zhang Jun said nothing about it, but Sophie still frowned: "Zhang Jun, do you still love me?"

"Ah?" Zhang Jun didn't know why Sophie suddenly said this, and was stunned for a moment, "Love, of course..."

"Then I beg you, no matter what happens in the future, you must tell me as soon as possible. At least you can't know later than those reporters, do you agree?"

"...Sophie, I just don't want to worry you..."

"Love requires mutual trust! Don't lie to me in the future, okay? Even a kind lie won't do it. Do you do this, do you not believe me or yourself? What difficulties and setbacks can't be faced with me with you?"

Zhang Jun lay on the bed, looking at the photo of Sophie in his hand, trance. He didn't want Sophie to worry, but Sophie was even more worried.

Love requires mutual trust between both parties, not a simple word that can be said casually.

Do you don’t believe in me or yourself? Are there any difficulties that I can’t face with you?

"Sophie..." Zhang Jun put the photo on his face and whirled gently. Suddenly, his phone rang.

Zhang Jun was startled and was stunned for two seconds before he remembered to answer the phone. "Hey, hello."

"Zhang Jun, I am Qiu Suhui."

"Coach?" Zhang Jun was very surprised. He received a lot of calls for condolences in the past two days. They were all called by friends and parents. He didn't expect that Qiu Suhui, who was in China, still wanted to call him.

"I called the old man and asked about your condition. He said you had a fatigue muscle strain and it would be fine if you were to rest for more than a week. However, he was quite self-blame, saying that he only cared about his grades, but forgot that you were still a newcomer and had insufficient systemic training in the early stage, which led to insufficient physical reserves. After several fierce battles, physical fatigue is inevitable. You won't blame him, do you?"

"Where can I blame the head coach? He brought me on the road of professional football."

"That's good, don't be overwhelmed for a while. This little injury is inevitable, and it's no big deal. It's just a matter of taking advantage of this period to recover your physical fitness. I heard that Warrendam has reached the Cup final. When you come back, you'll win a championship trophy for me. I've been with Warrendam for a while, haha!"

"Thank you for your concern, I will definitely live up to your expectations."

"Haha! Don't be so sour. I'm pretty good in China. Now I'm working as the head coach of Henan Zhongyuan Club. Guess who I met?"

"I can't guess."

"Haha, your old friend, Liu Peng."

"Liu Peng?" Zhang Jun was indeed shocked.

"Yes, he is the captain of my team now, a star player of U21!"

"It's so good, so good..." Zhang Jun murmured. He never heard of him again after graduating from high school. He thought he had given up football, but he didn't expect that he would play a future on another field.

"Hey, I won't bother you anymore. Recover your injuries and don't think too much. Take advantage of this time to study Dutch and strive to achieve my fluency."

It was already late at night when Zhang Jun hung up the phone. He looked out the window and it was pitch black and he could not see anything. Yang Pan was already asleep on the bedside. It was time to rest. He had been playing so long, and it was time to rest.

When Li Yan saw the news of Zhang Jun's injury, he felt a little shocked. Although he had a premonition, he still had to worry about Zhang Jun. Don't be too lazy to think about that silly boy!

"Who Should Be Responsible for This" was driven out by him all night long. Based on the idea of ​​the previous article, Li Yan criticized the impetuousness of Chinese football in his comments.

"The Chinese football mentioned here refers not only to the Football Association, coaches and players, club bosses, but also to our reporters and fans. The Chinese Football Association is impetuous, for the World Cup, cut the domestic league into three pieces; the coach is impetuous, for the team's performance, and does not hesitate to change his age; the players are impetuous, push the referee on the court; the bosses are impetuous, and bribing the referee for the results, and play counterfeiting the ball and black whistle; the fans are impetuous, thinking about why the troubles of fans in various places are repeatedly banned? The reporters are also impetuous, winning is a god, losing is a pig or a dog, everything is for sales. I want to ask: All parties are holy, what are you doing football for? Football becomes a prostitute, and you call it when you give money, and kick it away after you have fun! In the nine years of professionalism in Chinese football, are there few companies and individuals leaving football?"

"Now that Zhang Jun was injured, the media immediately burst into tears, and some even began to 'injure Zhong Yong'. As for? Why can't everyone, Football Association officials, player coaches, fans and reporters, and bosses treat football with a tolerant heart? There are two kinds of people in the society, one is the one who scolds Chinese football for nothing; the other is the one who is insensitive and has nothing to do with him. Do you expect these people to do Chinese football well? Don't joke!"

"Now is not the time to talk about who should be responsible for Zhang Jun's injury, but who should be responsible for Chinese football. Some people always think that Chinese football is not good, it is the Football Association's problem, the player's problem, and the coach's problem... it has nothing to do with yourself. But I want to say that as long as you are a person who is in this circle, no one can get rid of it!"

Li Yan sat opposite the spacious desk, and the deputy editor-in-chief was still reviewing the manuscript. After a long time, he raised his head, took off his glasses, and rubbed his eyes. "Xiao Li, you can't publish this manuscript."

"Ah? Why?" Li Yan suddenly didn't react.

"It can be seen that it is your hard work, but the sentences in it are too extreme. Some places are not calm, and this is not an article that a commentator should write. The impact is too big, some words are very bad, they are very hurtful, and they can easily cause unnecessary disputes. You wrote it out in a very excited mood, right?"

Li Yan nodded: "But I don't think I'm extreme. Chinese football now needs brave medicine. I also want to use warm medicine to replenish it bit by bit. I'm afraid the speed of remedy is not as good as the speed of rotten!" Li Yan leaned forward.

The deputy editor-in-chief was silent for a while, and then said, "I understand this principle too. But what do you think our family can play? What can one person's voice play? If you want to use strong medicine, you will have to dig out all the roots and make a big change. Not everyone wants to see that situation. Reform is very painful, and the price paid is really huge. Chinese football is not ready yet!"

"Then just watch the whole Chinese football go a little bit?"

The deputy editor-in-chief smiled bitterly: "This is the sorrow of the whole Chinese football, not just yours, or mine. Do you understand..." His words were interrupted by the sudden ring of phone calls. "Hey, well, I am, you tell me..."

Seeing that the deputy editor-in-chief had something to do, Li Yan had to get up and say goodbye. He took the manuscript and folded it into his bag. He always thought he was right. Even if this manuscript could not be published, he would keep it to witness in the future.

"...Okay, you can send a few more people to wait at the Football Association! Go and do it quickly! Don't let other media take the lead!"

When the deputy editor-in-chief put down the phone, Li Yan happened to walk to the door. He was about to reach out to open the door, but he heard the deputy editor-in-chief calling him behind him: "Xiao Li."

Li Yan turned around.

"Latest news: Chinese National Olympic Team head coach Chen Weiguo proposed to resign, and the Football Association is holding a meeting to study it."

Li Yan stood there in a daze, looking at the deputy editor-in-chief incredibly, as if today was April Fool's Day.

In Chinese football, the resignation of several types of people will have earthquake-like responses. The first is the full-time vice chairman of the Football Association, the second is the head coach of the Chinese national team, and the third is the head coach of the Chinese national Olympic team. Especially as the national Olympic team is about to face a battle with the Syrian national Olympic team, those two games are related to who can qualify for the final stage of the Olympic football Asian qualifiers.

At the press conference of the Chinese Football Association, there was a crowd of people and a crowd of people. Journalists from all walks of life gathered here, all for the sudden resignation of Chen Weiguo.

In his resignation letter, Chen Weiguo believed that he was in poor health recently and that his long-term pressure and fatigue prevented him from continuing to serve as the head coach of the National Olympic Team, so he requested his resignation.

The pressure to be a head coach in a national team in China is indeed great, and this reason makes sense. However, Chen Weiguo has been leading this group of players for more than two years. He has never seen any storms from the National Youth League to the National Olympic Team? Now he is saying that the pressure is too high and he can't stand it and he is going to resign. Think about it carefully, it may not be that simple, right?

Luo Wenqiang was a little angry. He slapped the table and cursed at the meeting: "He, Chen Weiguo, is completely ignoring the overall situation! When he is so important, he will just let him go! The National Olympic Team is about to compete for the Athens Olympics, but he left? What is this? Unorganized and undisciplined!" As the head of the Chinese Football Association, after defeating Argentina, he gave Chen Weiguo enough trust. "I will give you three years to let you lose. But you have to take the most critical game for me!" At Beijing International Airport, facing the tired head coach of the National Youth Team, he stretched out three fingers.

"It is not ruled out that he is indeed in poor health. The hospital's proof was handed over to us with the resignation letter." March, who is in charge of the technical department, looked at the resignation letter and the copy of the hospital's health certificate in his hand.
To be continued...