big mouth ball king

Chapter 966 Qatar's La Masia

"The first match against Kuwait should not be difficult."

"The second game against Qatar is the top priority and the third game is against old rival Uzbekistan."

Zhu Guanghu carefully analyzed the situation of the group stage.

He took a look and found that Tang Zhenglong was not in a good mood, probably due to jet lag.

The other players have been here for half a month and have adapted, but Tang Zhenglong can't.

"Zhenglong, haven't the jet lag reversed yet?"

"It's okay, Director Zhu."

"Well, come up and tell us a little bit, and get sober by the way."

"..."

"Director Zhu, how can I know how to work as a coach?"

"Hehe, I'm not asking you to work as a coach, but just to talk casually. You can talk about the advanced experience of European football."

"Come on, let's applaud."

clap clap.

clap clap.

clap clap.

The kindness is hard to turn down, Tang Zhenglong can only obey his orders.

"Then I'll just talk casually?"

"Brother Long is mighty."

"Hahaha."

Tang Zhenglong tapped on the tactical board.

"This final..."

Zhu Guanghu was dumbfounded, the group stage hasn't started yet, you guys are talking about the final?
"Our opponent can only be South Korea, Australia, or Japan."

"I hope to meet Australia, because it is more challenging, and the other two cannot reflect my might."

"Hahaha."

Zhu Guanghu sweated to death.

"Okay, you can go down."

"Director Zhu, I just started talking."

Zhu Guanghu thought to himself: "Let this guy flirt a little more, and then we'll talk about how to distribute the bonus."

"It was Zhenglong who made a joke to us just now. When everyone returns to the game, we must pay attention to our opponents."

However, Zhu Guanghu discovered that Tang Zhenglong's arrival was really a double-edged sword. Needless to say, the good thing is that the bad thing is that this guy is too arrogant, will he infect the whole team?

Proud soldiers are bound to be defeated, the words of our ancestors must be reasonable.

"I hope that after the start of the group stage, the difficulties will make everyone understand that this is the Asian Cup, not a tourist."

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Asbel Elite Academy.

La Masia in Qatar.

If only the money invested is counted, then Asbel may exceed 10 La Masias. The Qataris have invested tens of billions of dollars in real money here, and the goal is to build a world-class football power.

Many football bigwigs have also been recruited here to help Qatar's football development. Here is Milu, who is very familiar to the Chinese.

Asbel's manager gave Milu a task, hoping that he could find Tang Zhenglong and come to Asbel to give lectures to the young players, even if it was just to meet each other.

Milu also agrees with this idea, after all, the power of idols is unlimited.

Milu found Zhu Guanghu, who had heard of Asbel's name a long time ago. This is the No. [-] football youth training camp in the Gulf, and it is said that it is very powerful.

Zhu Guanghu agreed to Milu's request, but on condition that all the national football team go to visit.

Milu was in a bit of a dilemma, because many things about Asbel were top secret. In the end, the two parties reached an agreement that the Chinese team could visit, but they were not allowed to film or disclose Asbel's internal situation.

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When they came to Asbel, the first thing the players felt was science fiction.

The facilities here seem to have been moved from the future.

"If you have money, you can do whatever you want." Han Peng laughed.

"Why don't you be the son of a Qatari?"

puff.

"Brother Long, you can't hurt me like this."

"Haha."

Milu approached Zhu Guanghu, "Can you lend me Tang Zhenglong?"

Zhu Guanghu also knew that the people on Asbel's side looked down on the national football team for the time being, and their goal was Tang Zhenglong.

"can."

"Thank you."

Tang Zhenglong followed Milu to the core of Asbel, which is also the all-Spanish youth training center.

"Why is it surrounded here?"

"These Spaniards are very serious about their football tactics and they can make a lot of money."

"Milu, you said that I will earn a lot of money after I retire and come to Qatar to play?"

"I am very sure of that."

"How about I retire now?"

puff.

"Don, you really like to joke."

"Haha."

Milu clapped his hands, and the young players gathered here. The equipment here is top-notch, the coaches are top-notch, and of course, the players are also top-notch.

Young players must pass strict assessments before they can enter Asbel to study.

"I brought you a new friend."

"Tang Zhenglong."

"You all know me?"

"Of course, the first brother of Real Madrid."

On the road! !

"Do you want to go to Real Madrid?"

"think!!"

"Very hard."

"Not afraid."

Tang Zhenglong took a football in the past.

"Shall we play together?"

The little players were all very excited.

The football is rolling on the lawn. Tang Zhenglong's level is obviously higher than everyone's. He can play with several defensive players with his speed.

At this time, a young player was unconvinced and tackled the ball from the side and rear.

When Milu saw it, his heart skipped a beat, it was obviously nonsense.

"What are you doing, Hasa."

"I……"

Tang Zhenglong hugged the child, "It's okay, he must be too involved."

"Fortunately, you are fine, otherwise your country will kill me."

"Hahaha."

Tang Zhenglong laughed.

"Well, I'll show you a Carlos explosive stunt."

"When did you know how to shoot like Carlos?" Milu didn't quite believe it.

"Learned recently."

"Is there any plank? It should be thicker."

According to Tang Zhenglong's request, Milu asked someone to bring the planks.

"Try first, is there anyone who can kick a wooden board?"

The children rushed towards the board, and all of them were inspired to hit the board with all their strength.

But the ball bounced back obediently time and time again.

"This is impossible."

Milu also felt that it was impossible, even if Carlos came by himself, it would be impossible to break the plank with one kick.

"impossible?"

"Bet?"

"What are you gambling?"

"Just bet...you are not allowed to bully that kid just now."

Tang Zhenglong was worried that everyone would isolate the kid because he violently shoveled him.

"We don't bully people."

"That would be the best."

Tang Zhenglong set up the ball on the lawn.

"Get out of the way."

Tang Zhenglong started his run-up and kicked the ball, causing the football to deform strongly.

Click.

The plank was broken, and Milu stared blankly.

At this moment, not far away, someone sighed in the dark, and he was the head coach of Qatar—Frenchman Bruno Mechu.

In fact, there is another unspoken purpose this time, which is to investigate Tang Zhenglong.

Bruno trembled in his heart. During the group stage, that poor piece of wood would be replaced by his own player.

"We must give the Chinese team less free kick opportunities, otherwise it will be a disaster."

Bruno turned and left, he knew that it was meaningless to look any further, Tang Zhenglong's level could not be limited just by looking at it.

It must rely on the tactical efforts of the whole team. In other words, it is more realistic for Qatar to compete for the second place in the group.

(End of this chapter)