In the Calderon Stadium, there were sparse fans gathered together, and many stands were empty and looked very deserted.

However, a large number of young people suddenly appeared in the stands and brought the excitement in instantly.

"Harvey,"

"Harvey,"

"We're here!"

Excited Valdes and Iniesta waved their hands in the stands.

Xavi, who was warming up on the court, heard it and waved to them. The young man's star style has not yet been formed, but more of a strong friendship.

"Wow, that's Zheng."

"Look."

After discovering Xavi, they also discovered Zheng Zhi. As a hot new star in Europe, Zheng Zhi is also well-known in Spain. Anyone who pays attention to European football should know that Zheng Zhi has emerged.

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There are also many scouts here. As the World Youth Championship champion, the players of the Spanish National Olympic Team will definitely be stared at by many teams, such as Real Madrid and Barcelona scouts have come here.

Manoro Romero, a pure Madrid man, was sitting alone in the northern stands, looking through the information in his hands boredly. These information were all about Spanish national Olympic players, and he seemed to be uninterested.

Maybe it was because he had inspected it too many times and lost his meaning. The players he wanted to see did not appear on this roster.

For example, Vicente and Joaquin, these two wings did not appear on the roster. Romero is very optimistic about these two guys, but the head coach of the National Olympic Team did not think so. Perhaps it is related to the team's formation style. These two fast wingers did not get a chance.

"China,"

"Why don't there be any information from China?"

"Damn it,"

He swears and throws the information aside, and curses the secretary.

"Zheng should be on the stage today,"

"Why is the report I wrote not taken seriously? Oh my God, is Sons so confused?" He was not very satisfied with the Real Madrid president, "Luckily, he is about to step down..."

He has written several scout reports to senior executives, one about Zheng Zhi, one about Messi, and one about Ronaldinho, but there is no following. Sometimes, he even wants to go to Sans' office to ask if the guys he appointed have read his report seriously.

Now, he still can only sit here, repeating bad reports about Spanish players. What is the significance of these reports? Isn't there enough?

No,

Romero shook his pot cover, shrank his neck, and laid his head on his knees, but his eyes fell on Zheng Zhi who was warming up.

"That guy is the real goal,"

He salivated at Zheng Zhi and his saliva flowed all over the floor.

"No matter how you look at it, this will not be a failed deal, even the Chinese market is terrifying."

"Oh~"

"What an incompetent chairman."

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In the stadium, Xavi and Marchener's eyes also fell on Zheng Zhi, pointing and pointing from time to time.

“#￥…”

“%@￥”

The voice was quite loud, and even Zheng Zhi could hear it clearly, but he couldn't speak Spanish, so he could only listen to it as a bird's song.

However, he felt that Xavi and Marchener must be talking about themselves, otherwise they would not look at him often.

After about ten minutes of warm-up, almost everyone always casts a strange look at him. It was not until the Spanish translator in the team came to chat with Zheng Zhi that Zheng Zhi realized what was going on.

It turned out that everyone was talking about him.

"Those guys are discussing exchanging jerseys with you after the game."

"It seems that the short man won."

"Oh? So that's it." Zheng Zhi burst into laughter. Didn't expect that he was still Harvey's idol? It's really unimaginable. Well, it will satisfy him...

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When the game was about to begin, Huang Jianxiang from ccbv5 finally came to the live broadcast stand.

call,

call,

call.

He gasped heavily.

"Oh my God, Madrid will be traffic jams."

"I almost didn't catch up."

"It's going to be deadly if you can't catch up, you can't afford this responsibility!"

"Life is so fucked, fortunately there is football with you."

He quickly found his own commentator and prepared to start a live broadcast.

The standard configuration of the commentary seat is two screens, a mixer, a commentary seat camera, and two headsets. Although it was a match for the National Olympic Team, it was broadcasted in China, and Huang Jianxiang was lucky enough to come to the scene.

There are only two live broadcasters here, except for them, the staff of Spanish National Channel 5. More than 20 meters away, everyone's eyes were cast together, as if the two teams on the court were watching each other.

"What look?"

"Get up, don't care about them."

Live broadcast begins,

The competition begins!

The Spanish team took a 4312 attitude from the beginning, with three midfielders squatting behind and making the defense solid, unlike the World Youth Championship champion.

Horton is the 442 formation he is most familiar with. The forwards are Zhang Yuming and Li Jinyu, the midfielder Zhao Junzhe, Li Yin, Zheng Zhi and Shao Jiayi, and the back line are Sun Jihai, Shu Chang, Li Weifeng, and Tao Wei. The offense is the first to start the attack.

Sun Jihai pressed up on the right and directly sent a cross to Zhang Yuming in the penalty area. Unfortunately, Zhang Yuming was completely at a disadvantage in the confrontation and was not Maniche's opponent at all.

"Oh,"

"Zhang Yuming is obviously not ready."

"There is a gap when physical confrontation is seen."

Spain changed from defense to offense. After Alberda got the ball, he passed it directly to the backcourt of the Chinese team. However, the solution was similar. Li Weifeng steadily pushed the ball out, and the young Tamudo did not take advantage.

"Li Weifeng is good,"

"I am a player who plays football in Europe. This ball is so straightforward and does not give the opponent's forward any chance. The opponent's forward is not simple, the main forward of the World Youth Championship."

Li Yin got the ball in front of the penalty area, easily drove the ball forward for more than ten meters, and then handed the ball to Zheng Zhi. Zheng Zhi cut his instep and flew over La Cruise's head. Shao Jia, beside him, rushed up with a big step, and directly passed the ball with his left foot. This time, Li Jinyu was thrown by Puyor. The Little Lion King's head was too strong. After smashing the ball, he hit Li Jinyu's eyebrows. Li Jinyu immediately squatted down with his head in his arms.

Injured.

The eyebrow bone was bleeding!

Puyol didn't seem to see it? After landing, he rushed out of the penalty area and wanted to participate in the ball grab! If the referee's whistle sounded, he would probably not have stopped.

"Damn,"

"These guys,"

Zhang Yuming looked at Li Jinyu who was bleeding profusely and immediately scolded him.

"As for it? Friendly matches."

It seems that Zhang Yuming's thinking has not changed yet.

The team doctor quickly entered the field and helped Li Jinyu down and bandage him.

The Chinese players on the court immediately realized the atmosphere of the game. They played very seriously, but they didn’t look like playing friendly matches. If you don’t play hard, they will play hard.

The reason is very simple. People want to perform well. There are scouts in the stands, some people are watching the club, and some people are there in the national team. If they perform well, they can get along in the first team. Maybe they can still go to the national team!

In fact, this Spanish Olympic team is not the strongest national Olympic team, and several people did not come, especially in Real Madrid, where Casillas and Raul were recruited to the national team! What a fuck they are in the national Olympic team?

What are you good at showing off in the National Olympic Team?

"The Spanish backcourt players are not gentle at all,"

"The real murderer is fighting."

"But it seems that Li Jinyu has no big problem. She should be able to return to the court after bandaging."

"Actually, it is obvious now that the players playing football in Europe quickly adapted to the game, while the players playing football in China felt that they were not prepared enough and were at a disadvantage in the confrontation. Fortunately, our midfield and backcourt were hard enough!"

The Chinese team played more with less for the time being. Zheng Zhi was in the backcourt and did not rush to send the ball forward. Gabrie hit him fiercely, but Zheng Zhi slowly pulled the sideways, avoided Gabrie, and then distributed the ball to Zhao Junzhe. Zhao Junzhe was obviously lacking in confidence. Facing Alberda, he chose to pass it back to Sun Jihai. Sun Jihai was different. He drove the ball up, and then hit Zheng Zhi to cooperate with him and faced Alberda, and directly pushed it up with speed!
To be continued...