October 28, 2002, Beijing, Capital International Airport, China.

"Flying from Amsterdam, Netherlands..."

There were people coming and going in the airport hall, and the radio kept playing information about various flights taking off and landing.

A friend took the box in Qiu Suhui's hands in casual clothes: "So... so heavy! What's in it?"

"Just some information." Qiu Suhui replied lightly.

"You called me the day before yesterday and said you were coming back, but I saw you in Beijing today. It was quite fast!"

"Just take something, you don't need to take anything anymore, pat your butt and leave!" Qiu Suhui patted his butt with both hands.

"What are your plans to come back this time?"

Qiu Suhui did not answer his question immediately. They happened to pass by a newsstand. Qiu Suhui asked his friend: "What day is the week today?"

"Monday."

"Oh, come on a sports game."

Holding the latest issue of "Sports Weekly" and looking at the large photo of Yang Pan on the front page of the newspaper, the text under the photo reads like this: "Yang Pan in a new position has made a new breakthrough, and three assists have scored a hat trick!"

My friend saw Qiu Suhui staring at the front page of the newspaper and knew that he still couldn't let go of the two Chinese teenagers. "Why do you have to come back? How good is it to continue to be your coach in the Netherlands? They are also lucky. They actually started their career in the Netherlands, otherwise..."

"What else?" Qiu Suhui asked.

"Otherwise? In China, it will die again! After studying for so long, it is almost impossible to succeed in China..."

Qiu Suhui didn't listen to a word from his friend's remaining words. The sentence "It's dead again" hit his chest like a hammer, and Old Peter's helpless and sad face appeared in front of him again.

Qiu Suhui rolled the newspaper, then turned his head and said, "Let's go!"

"Let's go back and see your parents first. How long has it been since you came back? No matter what you do when you come back, you'll finish your parents first. Stay with them for a few days and chat." While driving, my friend said to Qiu Suhui behind him. They grew up in the same place. In the years since Qiu Suhui left home, this friend helped take care of his parents.

Qiu Suhui put his hair together: "It's time to go back and take a look, otherwise my father and mother should not recognize me as their son. Other people's children will take care of their lives, and their children will be lying outside..."

"What are you talking about? Who is we going with whom? That's our parents. If you leave, I will naturally have to take care of you!"

The car drove past an ordinary two-story building, and my friend slowed down his car, "Chinese Football Association, are you going?"

Qiu Suhui rolled down the car window and looked at the dilapidated building covered with green vines under the green trees. This is the heart of Chinese football and the office building of the Chinese Football Association. However, the image of this building is really in line with the image of Chinese football. The Football Association officials are indeed far-sighted and visionary.

Qiu Suhui squinted his eyes and looked at it, then shook the car window again: "Let's go."

My friend was a little surprised: "Hey, aren't you going?"

"I won't go now." Qiu Suhui spread the newspaper, "But I will come in the future. By the way, do you know that the youth teams in those clubs are short of people now?"

"China?"

"nonsense!"

Qiu Suhui did hope to join the Football Association as soon as he came back, and started with the assistant coach of the National Olympic Team. It should be no problem with his name and coaching experience. Now he heard that Kaka was Zhang Jun and Yang Pan’s classmate, he suddenly changed his mind. Now he knows this group of players from the National Olympic Team, but he thinks that it is a dream to rush out of Asia only by these players. He thinks that China is so big, there are always some diamonds that have not been discovered like Zhang Jun and Yang Pan. He wants to

Go and dig them out one by one. However, this plan cannot be implemented for too long. The current national Olympic team is like a person's direct unit. Even if he digs out more diamonds, it will be difficult to integrate into the national Olympic team. He always wants to become the head coach of the national Olympic team. At that time, he will have a major blood change, and 75% of the national Olympic team will have to change, and the new people are the players he found in the youth teams of Chinese football clubs, and they are also the main force of China's Athens Olympics.

This process cannot be too long. One year, at most one year, he must become the head coach of the National Olympic Team, otherwise China will lose a group of outstanding players and a great opportunity.

"I don't know much about Chinese clubs now, but if you go online and check it online, you should know some of the situation." My friend replied, "But I'll give you a piece of advice. Don't look for those A-A teams, as they are unlikely to lack youth team coaches at this time. On the contrary, those low-level clubs may have some vacancies due to lack of effective supervision."

"Low level?" Qiu Suhui saw a line of words in the newspaper: "The head coach of Henan Zhongyuan Club youth team was dismissed from the club's board of directors because of poor performance in leading the team. At present, the youth team is temporarily coached by the former assistant coach to prepare for the National U21 Football League that will start next year..."

This sentence was mentioned by the way in which Henan team was preparing for the next round of the B League, and it was just a very ordinary report. But Qiu Suhui smelled some scent that made him excited like an old hunting dog.

Qiu Suhui closed the newspaper: "No need to check it online, help me book a plane ticket to Zhengzhou the day after tomorrow. After seeing my parents, I will go to Henan."

"Henan?"

"Yes, Henan Zhongyuan Club. I want to go there." Qiu Suhui smiled.

Wang Jianye looked at the person in front of him with a little surprise. The name written on his resume was "Qiu Suhui". Anyone who has been following Chinese football for twenty years will have heard of this name, a prodigy of Chinese football in the 1980s, a genius, and hope. Wang Jianye has been engaged in football for nearly ten years and has been watching football for more than twenty years. He has never heard of this name. His early retirement due to injury was a major loss for Chinese football. Then he was like the world has evaporated, and there was no news. Unexpectedly, more than ten years later, this former legend was sitting in front of him, hoping to get the job of coaching the youth team.

If the coaching experience written on his resume is true... Wang Jianye swallowed his saliva, then there is no problem with him coaching at the national team. But are those experiences real? Assistant coach of the Dutch Ajax Youth Team; Assistant coach of the Belgium Anderlecht Youth Team; Assistant coach of the French Nantes Youth Team; Assistant coach of the French Bordeaux Youth Team; Assistant coach of the Scottish Celtics Youth Team; Assistant coach of the German Freiburg Youth Team; Assistant coach of the Yugoslavia Belgrade Red Star Youth Team; Assistant coach of the Italian Chevo Youth Team; Assistant coach of the Portuguese Benfica Youth Team...

Wang Jianye was a little dizzy, and they were all famous clubs. He served as Van Gaal's assistant in the Ajax Youth Team and brought Ajax to the All-Dutch Youth League Championship. This experience alone was qualified to be the head coach of the Zhongyuan Youth Team. He decided to confirm again: "Mr. Qiu, do you really want to be the head coach of our club's youth team?"

Qiu Suhui nodded.

"Then, Mr. Qiu, we Henan people are more realistic, so I will tell you straight. I have heard of your name for a long time, but I don't know about your coaching experience... to be honest, I don't understand at all." Wang Jianye looked at Qiu Suhui. Qiu Suhui could see the momentum of the head of Zhongyuan football. The person who can work hard in the big dyeing tank of Chinese football for nearly ten years without losing has his own difficulties. Before Qiu Suhui came, he specifically found information to learn about the boss of this Zhongyuan Club, nicknamed "Wang Dazui", which is

Because he wrote an article in the newspaper to disclose some inside stories about Chinese football and discussed the way out of Chinese football, he offended many people in the circle. In 1998, Henan Central Plains was demoted from A-B to Class B, which can also be said to be caused by this. Perhaps many people still remember the Romanian foreign aid Yurien of Henan team in 1997, after losing, he made a move to count money against the camera: "Chinese football toomoney, Henan football nomoney!" This has become a classic that people have to mention when recalling A-A.

Qiu Suhui despises many people in the Chinese football circle, but he is still full of respect for the Henan people in front of him. Zhongyuan Club was established in 1994 and is the only professional football club in Henan. It is also one of the few clubs that have persisted since the professionalization of Chinese football in 1994. It has suffered the misfortune of relegation twice, but then returned to A B the following year. With their good spirit, they have won the respect of the football circle and fans across the country, and are hailed as a model for the good operation of small and medium-sized clubs.

"Yes, I can understand. I have been in Europe for more than ten years and rarely return to China. And no news comes out, which means I am hiding my identity. But I came here to prove my ability to Chinese football." Qiu Suhui replied.

Wang Jianye nodded: "Although I don't know your experiences, I believe your name!" Wang Jianye extended his hand to Qiu Suhui, "Welcome to the youth team of the Zhongyuan Club as the head coach! The club will do its best to support your work!"

Qiu Suhui also stretched out his hand: "Thank you for your trust, I will not disappoint the club."

The two hands were clasped together.

This day was October 31, 2002. Qiu Suhui found his first job in China in Zhengzhou, and he was one step closer to the answer in his mind.

In the afternoon of the same day, both parties signed the contract. The contract term is four years, linked to the results. Qiu Suhui felt that this contract was very complicated. It should be said that he hoped to sign a one-year contract so that it would be easier to leave. However, Wang Jianye thought that one year was too short and was not conducive to the team building, so he had to sign four years. After all, he was the boss. Qiu Suhui also felt that time was right. The training of young players did take time, but the promotion to the Super League is imminent. Even small and medium-sized clubs like Henan Zhongyuan want to achieve results next season to enter the Super League. The club's board of directors also used the results of the youth team as a bargaining factor. After all, in the requirements of the Chinese Football Association to advance to the Super League, the supporting facilities and results of the youth team were also used as a condition for investigation - so the quality of the results was directly linked to the contract's length.

This is really a strange youth team coaching contract. Party B wants to sign for one year for his future interests, but Party A believes that it takes time to build the youth team, so it is better to sign four years. However, Party A has to make a quick result because of the Super League, and is eager for quick success and quick success to build the youth team. Party B believes that this is wrong, but it is in his original interests. After all, Zhongyuan is just a springboard for him.

The interests of both parties are entangled in this black and white contract.

The next day, Qiu Suhui officially took office and became the head coach of the youth team of Zhongyuan Club. The club held a small press conference and announced to some media in the province that the head coach of the youth team was Qiu Suhui, a former Chinese national team player, while the acting coach Hu Li was still the assistant coach, and other members of the coaching team remained unchanged.

Hu Li said to Qiu Suhui during the handover: "I think the club should tell you that they attach great importance to the U21 results next year, because this indirectly affects the club's promotion to the Super League. Your ex was dismissed because of his poor record. So even though you were a very famous player, you may not be able to become a successful coach. Even if you succeed abroad, you may not be able to succeed in China."

Qiu Suhui felt that the assistant coach was very honest. This is probably why he could only be an assistant coach but not a head coach. "Oh, why?" he asked knowingly.

"The football environment abroad is completely different from that in China. If you have a brilliant coaching experience abroad, it is not only an advantage for you to successfully take office, but also a disadvantage for you. Oh, don't mind that, I have no other intentions." Hu Li smiled. He is a Henan native in his fifties. He has worked in the Central Plains Club for five years, but has always been an assistant coach.

"You make sense, but I'm here to succeed. I think I still have this confidence." Qiu Suhui smiled, "Give me all the information of the players, and I will return you a list of players to be trained in two days. In addition, Mr. Wang has agreed that I am fully responsible for all matters related to the youth team, so everything does not need to be approved by the board of directors." There is absolutely power for what is within his job responsibilities. This is something that Qiu Suhui values ​​very much. He believes that if he needs to be spoken by some laymen in the process of coaching the team, he would rather not do it than be angry with this bird.

"OK."

The youth team was carrying out a 100-meter sprint run under the leadership of the physical coach. Qiu Suhui turned his eyes to the track, and a tall player happened to run past like lightning.

"Eleven second and seventeen!" the physical coach shouted.

"That person is a forward?" Qiu Suhui asked Hu Li with a pointing pointing at the back that had just finished running.

"No, he is a midfielder."

"Back midfielder?" Qiu Suhui was a little surprised, "Back midfielder with a speed of 11 seconds and 73 seconds? What is his name?"

"His name is Liu Peng. He is 19 years old and from Luoyang, Henan. Two years ago, the club accidentally discovered it in the Luoyang High School League. He showed very good physical fitness at that time, so he signed him in. He has strong explosive power and excellent human-tapping ability. However, from the past year and a half, his performance is not very outstanding. Your ex once told me that he wanted to suggest that the club sell Liu Peng to a club casually."

Qiu Suhui stared at the tall back for a long time. After running, he returned to the queue and waited for the next sprint. "Give me his detailed information, and you must have any details to his origin. This afternoon..." Qiu Suhui raised his hand and looked at his watch, "... Give it to me before five o'clock."

"Okay, I'll do it now." Hu Li turned and left. Qiu Suhui was still standing there. He looked at Liu Peng with interest and squatted on the starting line again, looking straight ahead, waiting for the whistle to sound.

"Luoyang High School League, midfielder, Liu Peng..." he murmured.

When Hu Li saw Qiu Suhui the next morning, he was startled and his eyes turned red because he stayed up late. He held a cup of coffee and said to Hu Li: "Old Hu, please call Liu Peng to my office."

"Ah... OK, OK!"

When Liu Peng rushed to Qiu Suhui's office from the training ground, he was also frightened by the head coach's appearance. His red eyes and messy hair looked like a savage. Qiu Suhui signaled Liu Peng to sit down, then took a sip of coffee, put his hands on his face, wiped it for a while, then put down his hands, looked at Liu Peng, and suddenly asked, "Do you know Zhang Jun?"

Liu Peng was stunned for a moment.

Qiu Suhui seemed very satisfied with Liu Peng's reaction. He grinned and said, "Tell me, what kind of opponent he is?"

Liu Peng didn't understand why he asked these questions, but he still honestly answered the head coach's question: "He is someone that all the defenders don't want to meet."

"Including you?"

Liu Peng nodded with a sad expression.

"That's why you chose a midfielder instead of the central defender you are best at in the senior year? Is it because you want to avoid him?" Qiu Suhui stared at Liu Peng and asked.

Liu Peng raised his head and happened to see Qiu Suhui's eyes: "Tell me, why are you playing football for? Family, friends, and girlfriend?"

"Do you think you are very happy now? Because of your mediocre performance in the midfield in the senior year, the team was eliminated in just two games. Now the performance in the Central Plains youth team is not outstanding, and their condition is sometimes good and sometimes bad... Have you read the newspapers in recent issues?"

Liu Peng nodded.

"Zhang Jun and Yang Pan succeeded in the Netherlands. What about you? The only central defender who was able to defend Yang Pan in one-on-one middle school was planning to hang out in the youth team like this? Is there a tomorrow? Seeing that my former partners succeeded one by one? Are you willing to do it? Then why did you come to Central Plains? You can rely on your sports major to go to any university, then come out to work as a physical education teacher, and stay until retirement." Qiu Suhui looked at Liu Peng's face with sweat increasing.

"Liu Peng!" Qiu Suhui suddenly increased the volume.

"Come on! Ah?" Liu Peng raised his head.
Chapter completed!