Due to position and angle issues, the Chinese team could not see the football entering the bench, but they saw all the Chinese players in the penalty area holding their hands high. They knew that the ball had entered.

Hu Li led the way and rushed up four or five people at once. They also raised their hands, and some people were holding towels in their hands and waving them constantly.

Qiu Suhui was not as excited as Hu Li. He asked Zhang Jun to start just to get him to score. Facts have proved that even if he was restricted by Puyol, his condition would be the same. If this condition could be maintained until the World Cup, it would be no problem for the Chinese team to score a goal that broke through history during the World Cup journey.

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When Zhang Jun really scored a goal, Li Yan didn't shout or jump. He lay on the table in the press room and looked at Zhang Jun yelling at the press room very clearly. The Spanish reporters didn't understand what he was yelling, but Zhang Jun didn't plan to let them understand, right? He just wanted to use this to vent. Regardless of whether they could understand it!

The Spanish journalists around them can only use words such as "beautiful", "wonderful", "no words to say", "incredible"..., and they can no longer organize a coherent and complete sentence.

This ball is indeed wonderful, but Li Yan has seen it even more exciting than this. What he cared more about was Zhang Jun's attitude.

When will Zhang Jun have such a hot side? Is it because of playing football in the passionate city of Fiorentina? In the past, he put his fingers at most, but now he reminds Li Yan of the celebration of Figo's celebrating goal after scoring Real Madrid in the 1997/98 season.

Figo also waved away the players who wanted to come up to hug him, then rushed to the sidelines and waved his fists to the stands, yelling loudly.

Li Yan didn't know what Figo yelled at that time, but at that moment, he felt that Louis Figo, who was carrying the Barcelona captain's armband, was the king of Camp Nou.

Zhang Jun has not yet gotten rid of his childishness, but Li Yan can see that he is growing little by little, maybe slow, but he is always improving. For example, he will take the initiative to care about others and strive to integrate Kru into the team.

Will he become the king of the Chinese team one day?

Li Yan didn't know, and he knew very well that the person who wore the captain's armband in the future would definitely be Yang Pan. Looking at his performance on and off the court, there is no doubt.

But the captain is not necessarily the most dazzling person in a team. For people like Yang Pan, the character of being used to considering others makes him selfless and dedicated even if he is a captain.

Li Yongle will be the core of the Chinese team, the midfield engine and the commander. But his personality that does not like to show off cannot become the spiritual leader of a team.

Although Zhang Jun does not want to show off, does not want to be a hero or a spiritual leader, his simple happiness and never give up will unknowingly infect others. His goals can always make everyone excited and cheer for them. Isn’t this the role of a spiritual leader?

Regardless of whether Zhang Jun is willing or not, he will be praised by countless people to that position. Even if he cannot get out of service, he will still be offered to others as a god.

When you succeed in the Netherlands, with your personality, your position has been fixed.

This is the happiness of Chinese football, but it may not be your happiness. Zhang Jun, should I cry for you or laugh?

Li Yan thought that this situation was caused by him, and he shook his head with some amusement.

Spanish journalists have already tapped everything about this goal on their laptop. As Yang Pan thought, they could write about the Spanish victory over the Chinese team and Raul scored two of them, but they could not ignore the goal.

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The game continued, and soon Zhang Jun was replaced by Wu Shangshan. Li Suisheng was replaced with him, who was replaced by Liu Peng. Then Li Yi was replaced by Wang Yu.

Li Yongle was the core of the midfield and frequently made good goals. Wu Shangshan also worked very hard and had several breakthroughs that were quite threatening, but Casillas was in better shape and repeatedly saved his shots, which made him unable to perform in front of Qiu Suhui, proving that he could play as the starter and be Zhang Jun's partner.

On the other hand, Anko was not inferior to Casillas. He was one year younger than Casillas and saved Joaquin and Raul one after another within two minutes.

The performance of the Chinese team made Spanish spectators very nervous. A ball gap could happen.

Qiu Suhui was naturally very satisfied. When Li Yongle survived, the Chinese team would be alive. Those who could be kept in this national team were all capable. The top priority he had to do now was to combine them into a whole. This combination is not a tactical arrangement.

In the game, the referee awarded a penalty kick to the Spanish team. Zheng Jun pulled Mista who broke through him in the penalty area. Naturally, the referee would not miss this opportunity. He not only gave a penalty kick, but also showed Zheng Jun a yellow card.

The Chinese team members were too lazy to complain to the referee, anyway, the game was about to end. Only An Ke was very upset. In fact, he and Mista were half-versus half. If Zheng Jun didn't pull that, he might still be able to hit the long pass.

Now that Zheng Jun has been disturbed by this, there is nothing left.

In the Asian qualifiers, he was very dissatisfied with Zheng Jun, but he didn't play at that time, and he hated it just because of the impression of watching TV before. Now he is standing on the court and putting such a rash central defender in front, which goalkeeper can rest assured?

Raul's penalty kick, Anco failed to save, he completely missed the wrong direction, and Spain secured the victory 3:1.

"Fuck it!" An Ke stomped hard at the door post. He didn't dare to point at Zheng Jun's nose and scolded, so he could only vent his anger at the door post.

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The final result of this game was 3:1. The Spanish national team defeated the visiting Chinese national team at the Bernabeu Stadium. This result made many people regret because the score did not faithfully reflect the process of the game.

But Qiu Suhui didn't care about this. He even joked with Spanish reporters at the press conference: "What? You ask what you think? Well, the Bernabeu's locker room is complete, with hot and cold, hot and cold, and it's very convenient. I want to bubble in that ring bath."

He said this sentence directly in Spanish and did not bother with the translation around him.

Many Chinese journalists feel happy in their hearts because they see Spanish journalists laughing and their expressions are not very comfortable.

"This is revenge for their previous contempt. Qiu Suhui didn't use translation and was afraid that the Spanish girl would ignore many exciting places. From Zhang Jun's goal to Qiu Suhui's smile, we saw the confidence of Chinese football. This will be the key to how far they can go in Germany." Later, a Chinese reporter wrote.

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While the Spanish media were still talking about that game and cheering for Raul's hat trick, the Chinese team was already on the plane from Spain to the Netherlands.

Most of the players were playing cards together, and Yang Pan kept his eyes closed and enjoyed his music as usual. Zhang Jun was sleeping. He had a little late last night and had insufficient sleep.

Qiu Suhui and Hu Li discussed the three-day training arrangement in the Netherlands, and got up and wandered around the cabin, occasionally reminding the big-name players not to disturb other passengers.

He saw that the old team members were still together, and none of them were new. The situation on the new team members was the same as here, with both sides clearly separated through the aisle.

This is exactly what Qiu Suhui has a headache. He has been reading psychology books recently, hoping to find a solution.

While wandering, he found Li Yongle sitting alone in a window, pulling down the curtains, holding a laptop computer, and watching movies with headphones. He knew that there were many people in the team who liked video games, but only Li Yongle liked to collect movies crazy. When many team members wanted to watch a certain movie, they just needed to ask Li Yongle to know if it was good.

He walked over and sat next to Li Yongle, pointing to the computer screen: "What movie?"

Li Yongle found out that he was the head coach, so he quickly took off his headphones and answered honestly: "Any Given Sunday."

"What are you talking about?" Qiu Suhui narrowed his eyes. Since it was an LCD monitor, he didn't see clearly because the angle was slightly off. He only vaguely saw a green field. This made him interested in the movie itself.

"Well, sports competition themes, telling the plot of the NFL Professional League...How to say it, I personally think it's a bit old-fashioned, after all, it's a Hollywood commercial film. But what attracts me is the passionate spirit inside. The filming lineup is very strong, and director Oliver Stone is very famous. He has filmed anti-war themes "Born on July 4" and "Field Platoon", and the male and female protagonists are also big stars. Al Pacino, Cameron Diaz, Dennis Quaid, James Woods, Jamie Fox... Among them, Al Pacino is my favorite actor. He has starred in the "Godfather" series of movies and won the Oscar for Best Actor for "Smelling the Fragrance and Knowing the Woman"..."

Qiu Suhui realized that if he let him go, Li Yongle could tell you until the plane landed. He had to interrupt Li Yongle's long speech: "Have you read it many times? You are very familiar with it after hearing what you said."

"Twenty times." Li Yongle stretched out two fingers, "I can recite the plot."

Qiu Suhui was frightened. Due to work reasons, he rarely watched movies, TV, etc. It was difficult for him to understand how someone would watch a commercial film in Hollywood in the United States repeatedly twenty times. This is crazy!

"Twenty times! Oh my god! Then why do you have to spend so little time on the plane to watch the 21st time?"

"This is what Yang Pan turned out from my pile of plates. He likes to watch it very much. I haven't read it for a long time and want to relive it. When I first saw it, my body couldn't help but tremble constantly when I saw the last battle. I was so excited." Li Yongle smiled embarrassedly.

"It's not that exaggerated, right?" People like Qiu Suhui who rarely watch movies will not understand the feelings of enthusiasts.

"Not at all. Qiu Zhi can actually see that the protagonist is a coach, although he is an American football coach. I think you may resonate with it after watching it." Li Yongle handed the headphones to Qiu Suhui, then pressed the stop button, and then played from scratch.

Qiu Suhui thought that there was nothing wrong now, so it would be better to watch the movie and relax.

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A brown rugby was quietly placed on the court, and a hand wrapped in tape stood it up. Two teams wearing red and black jerseys were preparing face to face, ready to go.

You can see them opening their mouths but not hearing their voices. Then suddenly, the players on both sides collided, and the collision of helmets and shoulder pads was endless. You were entangled with each other, and the game began.

The sound only appears when there is a collision, the camera rhythm is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, interspersed with close-ups of several characters.

Then there was the injury and fell to the ground, the referee's whistle, the fans' boo, the chaos, the packed stadium, the TV commentator's voice, the passionate rock music... The film started with a fierce game.

When the head coach paced back and forth on the sidelines, he kept cursing: "Damn it! Damn it! Useless stuff! Female!" Qiu Suhui would also smile, how familiar it felt!

At that time, he was still traveling in Europe and would always scold such swear words when coaching the team.

It’s not just American football, but also British football, or basketball, baseball, and ice hockey... It seems that there are very few people in the coach who don’t swear.

This is the life I am familiar with. Qiu Suhui suddenly felt this way when he watched the movie: familiar.

Although he only watched it for less than five minutes, Qiu Suhui became more and more interested in this movie. He knew that he could not finish watching it on the plane and could not watch it well. He said to Li Yongle: "Can you lend me a look? I can't finish watching it on the plane. I think I'll watch it again in the Netherlands. I think I like this person a little." He pointed to the Sharks coach Tony Damato, played by Al Pacino.

Li Yongle naturally would not refuse. He would be happy to make more people like this movie. "No problem. Qiu Zhi just likes to take it, it's okay to watch it for as long as he wants." He took the video disc out of the optical drive and put it in the box and handed it to Qiu Suhui.

"Haha! I won't watch it twenty times like you. It's enough to watch it once." Qiu Suhui smiled, then took the video disc, got up and left.

After Qiu Suhui walked away for a while, Yang Pan took off his MD and ran to Li Yongle's seat: "What did Qiu Zhi talk to you about? Did he severely criticize your performance yesterday?"

Li Yongle glared at him: "Why are you so dark inside? It's nothing, we talked about movies together."

"Movie?" Yang Pan was a little surprised, "I remember Qiu Zhi didn't watch movies."

"When he saw me watching "Sunday Again", he came over and asked me. I recommended it to him, but after five minutes he read it, he said he wanted to borrow it to read it."

"Did you really lend him?"

Li Yongle nodded: "I said it will be fine for how long he wants to watch it."

Yang Pan "wanted to cry but no tears": "You actually said that! I haven't read it yet!"

Li Yongle put his face up: "Then I'll tell you, I can memorize all the plot lines..."

Before Li Yongle could finish his words, Yang Pan pressed his face aside: "Stay wherever you are cool." He got up and returned to his seat. The plane had already flown over Amsterdam.

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The Chinese team was arranged to be at the training base in Ajax. They had three days to prepare. Three days later, on April 2, the Dutch national team led by Basten will face them at the Amsterdam Arena at Ajax.

After experiencing the battle in Spain, the relationship between the two team members did not ease much. The tackles that were too large during training would make both sides glar.

This gave Qiu Suhui and Hu Li a headache. In this case, how could he tell them about teamwork and overall tactics?

He practiced a set piece tactic for a whole day, and his training would always be interrupted by his whistle, and these interruptions were abnormal interruptions. He had to interrupt normal training for those trivial matters. How can this improve training efficiency?

Qiu Suhui was very annoyed, but he couldn't get angry, for fear of intensifying the conflict between the two sides. He signed a bullshit military order with the Football Association, but he still had to wait to enter the normal training plan because of the team's unity.

After the day's training, he decided to go downstairs and relax. These days, his mind was full of messy troubles, which made him really want to vent his heart.

As soon as he walked out of the gate, he saw Yang Pan walking towards him: "Qiu Zhi, have you seen Zhang Jun?"

Qiu Suhui nodded: "He asked me for leave and went to Warrendham."

"Worren Dam?" Yang Pan was a little surprised. He looked at the hotel gate in the distance and said with some depression, "That kid actually sneaked away alone and didn't call me!"
To be continued...