"...The match between the Chinese team and Indonesia is still two hours away. Just now, the head coach of the Chinese team, Fu Bo, announced the list of the Chinese team in this game. Gao Zheng is on the list. He will wear the No. 11 jersey to participate in the first national team game of his career..."

In the sports news at 12:00 noon, the match between the national team and Indonesia was the highlight, and everyone was most concerned about Gao Zheng.

Seeing Gao Zheng appear, many people finally felt relieved.

"Good thing!" Xiao Yingying sent a message in the group.

Feng Shiyao replied to her: "What are you doing so happy? How can you still watch the 2pm football match? Today is Tuesday."

"Hehe, Sister Feng, I'll get off two weeks in advance. I'll get off today!"

"..." Feng Shiyao was speechless.

Why didn't she expect this trick?

"I'm back home. I'll broadcast it to you in the group during the game later, hahaha!"

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Gao Zheng's mother held a cup of tea and put it on the coffee table, which was what her husband wanted to drink.

And her husband, Gao Zheng's father, was washing dishes in the kitchen at this moment. There were constant sounds of ping-pong coming from it.

She put down the teacup, glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, and shouted to the kitchen: "Slow down! Don't worry, there is still an hour before the game begins!"

"The live broadcast begins at half past the time!" The husband's voice came from the kitchen with the sound of ping-pong collisions.

“It’s not a game…”

"That's up too! I want to see what those commentators say about Gao Zheng!"

"Do you want to hear how they praise you?" As a wife, she saw through her husband's thoughts at a glance.

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"Lin Yuan, what are you doing?" Lin Yuan's deskmate, a girl frowned and said to him.

Lin Yuan sat on the stool next to her, but he felt like he had a needle on his butt, and he kept twisting, making her feel upset.

The boy sitting behind smiled and said, "Maybe Lin Yuan's hemorrhoids have been committed!"

Lin Yuan turned around and stared at him: "You've just got hemorrhoids!"

"Then why are you twisting around?"

"Annoyed!" Lin Yuan was too lazy to answer, lying on the table, no longer twisting his butt.

"Are you broken up?" The boy in the back row poked his back.

Lin Yuan ignored him and continued to lie on the table.

This afternoon is the first national team game for coach Gao, but why is it Tuesday afternoon! Why isn’t it Saturday or Sunday? He really wants to watch the game, it’s a historic moment!

But he could only wait in the classroom for the bell to ring.

I really want to grow up. When I grow up, I don’t have to go to school and I can watch the high coach’s game!

The crisp ringtone rang in the campus, and the students who were running around and playing returned to their seats, while Lin Yuan was still lazily lying on the desk.

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In the office of Yang Wenlong’s football training class, the sound of advertisements came from the TV.

Yang Wenlong sat on the sofa with a skin-deleted fallen sofa, next to him was Director Zhao and Guo Wei.

"This advertisement is too long! Now the TV station is getting more and more excessive for money!" Yang Wenlong complained. The live broadcast has only started. It has just been played for a while that the national team warmed up on the court. The reporter on the scene had just finished connecting with the studio in the rear and immediately entered the advertising time.

"It's normal for them, and the competition hasn't started yet." Guo Wei explained from the side.

Director Zhao also said: "That's right, Director Yang. The more enthusiastic the advertiser is, Brother Zheng is more popular! Look at the advertisement just now, which was endorsed by Brother Zheng!"

Yang Wenlong glared at him: "What's the use of being popular? The key is to see how you kick it!"

Director Zhao was afraid of him, so he shrank his neck and stopped saying a word.

Guo Wei smiled: "Old Yang, don't worry, isn't it easy to print Dunesia?"

Yang Wenlong snorted: "If you think so, you'll be done. Southeast Asian teams are not easy to play at all. They are short but fast, flexible, and quick, and difficult to deal with!"

"Brother Zheng won't make such a low-level mistake..."

"Who said he? I'm talking about other international players! They are not very capable and have a big temper. Who knows what trouble they can do for you?! Do you really think it was the Chinese team from more than ten or twenty years ago? They don't take Southeast Asian team seriously at all... It's not long ago! Don't look at the second-tier team in this Asian Cup qualifier, but Chinese football has long been the third-rate Asian!"

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Fu Bo looked at his players in the locker room.

His mission is to lead the team into the Asian Cup held in Australia in January 2015.

Only four games left for him.

He must not be the sinner of Chinese football, and he cannot let the Chinese team miss the Asian Cup.

The pressure is not too great.

But when the Football Association leaders found him and hoped that he would continue to serve as the head coach of the Chinese team, he did not hesitate.

He knew that he was actually a transitional coach. He should have coached this team for eight days and stepped down after playing the East Asian Cup. He also knew that the Football Association allowed him to continue to serve as the acting head coach, not because his outstanding performance in the East Asian Cup led the team and only because the Football Association has not found a suitable foreign coach.

Then don't think so much. Just stand for one day in office. He doesn't want his successor to take over the team, and he faces an embarrassing situation where there is neither the World Cup nor the Asian Cup to play next.

He said:

"We have four games left before the Asian Cup, but these four games are not easy to play. I don't want everyone to think that our opponent today is Indonesia, so I think this game is easy to play. I tell you that no game is easy to play. I think you should have a deep understanding of this sentence... Everyone knows what the situation of Chinese football is now. I am a transitional coach and have no long-term plans. What is going on in the future of the Chinese team, but it has nothing to do with me. But I am also a Chinese footballer. I hope Chinese football is better and I hope the national team's performance can be better. This is not because of some sentiment, but a very simple truth. Everyone is making a living in this industry, and this industry is getting better and better, and the cake we all get is getting bigger and bigger, right? So I hope everyone will work hard for your own future..."

This was Gao Zheng's first national team game. He thought he would hear some bold words, but he didn't expect that the head coach and the head coach were talking about such a real and practical topic.

But what Coach Fu Bo said makes sense.

Even if you don’t do it for others or for your own money, you should do your best in the national team competition.

With the national team's performance, the players' personal image has also been improved. Will various commercial sponsorship contracts come one after another?

How long has it been since Chinese professional players not endorsed?

As Chinese football fell to the bottom, Chinese players also became abandoned in the market. No brand is willing to be related to Chinese football players with bad reputations.

"I believe that many fans and media in China will take it for granted to defeat Indonesia. But you must be clear that that is their opinion. As people who directly confront opponents, no victory is 'taken for granted'. Do your best, don't underestimate the enemy, go on the court now!"

Zheng Zhi, the captain of the Chinese team, stood up and slapped hard: "Give all your strength! Do your strength!"

The others stood up one after another and followed the captain out of the locker room.

Gao Zheng is among them.
Chapter completed!