Godfather of national football

Chapter 450 The Overlord of Korean Football
Zheng Mengzhun.

The sixth son of Chung Joo-young, the founder of Hyundai Group, a member of the Korean National Assembly, and the driving force behind the No.2002 miracle in Korea in the 4 World Cup.

His status in the history of Korean football cannot be overstated, and he has two purposes for coming to Australia this time.

The first one is to cheer for the South Korean team, and the other purpose is to be active in the AFC, because he is already preparing to run for the presidency of FIFA.

As soon as Zheng Mengzhun appeared, all the players stood up straight like soldiers, and Stillik was a little embarrassed. What is this?The boss of a team should be the head coach, not the idlers.

But Stillik is not a fool, he can only walk over to shake hands with Zheng Mengzhun, and then Zheng Mengzhun walks towards the players.

"I just came to see you, you are the pride of the Republic of Korea."

Zheng Mengzhun was laughing, but no one else dared to laugh. He continued: "You should all know me."

Everyone laughed, knowing is knowing, but there is still a problem, that is, although Zheng Mengzhun has a great background, he is not the chairman of the Football Association now, so what should everyone call him?
Zheng Mengzhun walked towards Li Tingxie, "I know you, you are the young version of Li Dongguo."

"Chairman."

Zheng Mengzhun waved his hand, "I have not worked in the Korean Football Association for a long time, call me senior."

"Yes, senior."

Then Jung Mong Joon walked towards Ki Sung Yong, "How are you doing in England?"

"Very good, senior."

"Why are you like this? You are not a soldier, so you don't need to be so serious."

After finishing speaking, Zheng Mengzhun walked towards Sun Xingmin, "You really look like Ban Ki-moon."

"Hahaha," everyone couldn't help it for a while, this is a joke circulating on the Internet, saying that Sun Xingmin is the young version of Ban Ki-moon.

Sun Xingmin scratched his head: "Senior, we are not relatives, I asked my mother about it."

The others were laughing softly, Zheng Mengzhun patted Sun Xingmin, "Maybe you can also enter politics in the future, become the president of FIFA or something."

Having said that, Chung Mong-joon took a few steps back and said, "Boys, I want to tell you a secret, that is, I am ready to run for the next FIFA president."

"what!"

Everyone showed surprised expressions, because the level of Asian football is limited, it is very difficult for an Asian to be the president of FIFA.

"We in the Republic of Korea already have a UN Secretary-General, that is our pride, now I hope we can also have a FIFA president."

Speaking of this, it was like a flame was ignited in the players' hearts, burning blazingly, and that sense of pride arose spontaneously.

A successful politician must be eloquent, and so did Chung Mong-joon, who began to eloquently.

"Do you know that the right to host the 2002 World Cup was originally undertaken by the Japanese family, but how can we in the Republic of Korea allow the Japanese to do what they want? If they host the World Cup and we don't, will our Korean football still be able to hold up their heads in front of them?"

"So after mediation, I just snatched the opportunity to co-host the World Cup. You all know the story afterwards. We got No.4 in our home country. We are also the only team in Asia that reached the semi-finals of the World Cup."

Zheng Mengzhun cast his sly eyes on the players. He saw the changes in the expressions on the players' faces, and a kind of confidence appeared on their faces.

Zheng Mengzhun did not mention the Chinese team once in the whole speech, but he used history to belittle the Chinese team and encourage Korean players everywhere. This old guy is really a thief.

At this point, it was almost the same, Zheng Mengzhun turned and walked towards Stillik, "Uli, please forgive me for taking up your precious time, and now I will exchange the team with you."

Stillik nodded, smiling uglier than crying. If it was in Germany, the president would not be able to come in easily in a place like the locker room, let alone an idler.

Just when Zheng Mengzhun was about to go out, he turned around and said, "By the way, children, I forgot to tell you a piece of good news. If you beat the Chinese team, then your military service will be exempted."

Jung Mong-joon left after finishing speaking. The last sentence is an understatement, but it is actually the most important thing. For Korean players, military service is like a nightmare. In South Korea, only those who win Olympic medals or make special contributions may be exempted from military service.

Many Korean male stars, no matter how popular they are, must serve in the military. Only they know the pain.

This special award was won by Chung Mong-joon for everyone. Originally, South Korea planned to use the exemption from military service as a reward for the Korean team to win the championship, but Chung Mong-joon resisted all opinions. He felt that the significance of this game was no less than that of the final, so it should be rewarded in advance.

In the end, the South Korean National Assembly agreed to Chung Mong-joon’s proposal, which became the biggest motivation for South Korean players. They understand how much honor this means, even more important than monetary rewards, especially for players like Sun Xingmin who play overseas. Once he is exempted from military service, he will have no worries.

*****
At the end of the player tunnel, the players of the two teams were lined up on both sides. They didn't look at each other, as if they had accumulated hatred for several lifetimes. At the front was the referee of the game, Asia's number one golden whistle Irmatov.

The AFC arranged for him to enforce the game, which meant that it was an early final.

Sun Xingmin lowered his head and was thinking about something, when he suddenly felt that someone had patted himself, and when he looked up, it was Li Guo.

Sun Xingmin was a little embarrassed. He and Li Guo had both stayed in Germany, so saying hello would be nothing.

Li Guo said in German: "If you are embarrassed to greet me, just nod, if you don't want to talk to me, just shake your head."

Sun Xingmin nodded.

Li Guo continued: "Hehe, then I know." At this moment, Ji Chengyong in front of him gave Li Guo a blank look. This might be Li Guo's trick again, anyway, Li Guo can't give him face.

Li Guo didn't say anything, just kept walking, and said in English when passing Ji Chengyong: "Don't look at me with that kind of eyes, I don't like it, and you don't deserve it."

Ji Chengyong almost exploded with anger, and it's not easy to explode, otherwise he would be sent off by the referee before entering the field, it would not be a joke.

After finishing speaking, Li Guo walked forward triumphantly, and exchanged some polite words with Irmatov, of course to flatter him.

Irmatov also joked, "Li Guo, don't cause trouble later."

"Hehe, I definitely won't. I still want to give you your face."

The referee smiled inwardly, but he knew that this game would definitely not be easy, and neither of these two teams was easy in Asia.

(End of this chapter)