Football: The immortal legend on the green field

"Xiao Wang, come in for a moment."

Secretary Wang Kang, who had stayed up late with Zhang Jilong, walked in and took a peek at the document in the leader's hand. He saw that on the printed paper of the national youth team's list there were many names called Shen Bin, which Chairman Zhang had just written. He knew in his heart why the leader was worried. How could a secretary who could become a vice-ministerial leader fail without this kind of eyesight?

"Chairman Zhang, what do you need?"

"Come for a walk with me." Zhang Jilong ordered.

Secretary Wang's eyes turned, "There's nowhere to go this late at night, why don't we go watch a game?"

Zhang Jilong became interested. He knew that his secretary was very shrewd. If he didn't have a purpose, he wouldn't take the initiative to make decisions for him. "Today is Thursday, not a league day. The Champions League has only just reached the breakout stage. Is there any important game that I don't know about?"

Secretary Wang smiled mysteriously, "I have a friend who opened a football bar. He can "climb over the wall" to watch the live broadcast of foreign TV games. How about we go and take a look?"

The two arrived at Sanlitun, where there were already several bars. At that time, Sanlitun was not as famous as it is today. Most of the customers were foreigners from Yanjing and some financially independent white-collar workers. There were also many second-generation officials and rich people hanging around here.

When we entered the bar, there were not many customers. The hall was less than half full, with only about thirty people. The TV wall in front was playing the Italian Cup match between Parma and Verona. The TV volume was not turned up loudly, and few people were watching the game. The guests were all talking in low voices.

"Boss! Two beers, please!" Wang Kang shouted in pure Yanjing accent. In this noisy environment, if he didn't shout loudly, the bar owner would definitely not be able to hear the customer's request.

After a while, a pretty girl came to the seat with a tray and put two large cans of beer and four snacks on the long table. Wang Kang stood up and paid the meal bill and gave an extra 20 yuan tip, then whispered something to the girl.

After a while, a young man dressed fashionably came to the seat, bent over and asked Zhang Jilong in a low voice, "Chairman Zhang, which game do you want to watch?"

"Can I watch the Dutch FA Cup match between PSV Eindhoven and Haarlem?" Zhang Jilong asked.

"I'll try to tune it. We can basically receive all the satellite matches in East Asia. The one just now was a live broadcast from Japan's Tokyo TV. The matches broadcast from South Korea are clearer than those from Japan. It looks like the South Korean TV station is broadcasting this match live." The young man said and turned away. As expected of a football-themed bar, they are well aware of the live football broadcasts from neighboring countries.

It was estimated that the bar owner was very familiar with several sports channels in East Asia. The TV screen jumped a few channels and then showed the match between Haarlem and PSV Eindhoven. The TV volume was also much louder than before. The high-pitched and passionate voice of the Korean commentator spread throughout the hall, and the guests all looked up at the TV screen.

Shen Bin made a long pass, and Deng Zhuoxiang, Howard and two PSV Eindhoven defenders crossed each other. When Roger McCoy and Frank de Boer reacted, they made the correct choice as a strong team's defender should in a hurry. Roger kept a close eye on Howard, preventing him from rushing up to cooperate with Deng Zhuoxiang. Frank quickly chased Deng Zhuoxiang, and at this time he was about 5 meters behind Deng Zhuoxiang.

The long-term tacit understanding between Deng Zhuoxiang and Shen Bin made him ahead of his opponent in judging the landing point, but when Deng Zhuoxiang used his chest to stop the ball, he stopped the ball three meters away, just like an amateur player.

There was a burst of contemptuous boos from the stands, and the ball was cleared away by the goalkeeper who had already kicked it out of the penalty area.

The broadcast gave a close-up of Deng Zhuoxiang. Seeing Deng Zhuoxiang's regretful expression, the booing in the stands became louder. The Korean commentator also reviewed Harlem's unsuccessful counterattack in a joking way.

The audience in the bar was also attracted by the fierce game. "The skills of that Japanese player just now were too poor!" said a customer.

"It doesn't look like he's Japanese. From the Korean commentator's pronunciation, his name sounds like he's Chinese or Korean."

"That's weird. Why would a Korean commentator mock his own players?" When he heard someone talking to him, he mentally classified Deng Zhuoxiang as a Korean. It was impossible for a Chinese player to appear in such an important game.

Because at this time the TV screen was showing a picture to the live commentary desk, and Basten was also reviewing the extremely threatening offside tactic just now.

Park Ji-sung dribbled the ball, but Shen Bin anticipated and intercepted it. In front of Shen Bin, who had experienced more than 400 top-level games, Park Ji-sung was not the same Park Ji-sung who would join Manchester United two years later. He was still a little green. Shen Bin, who had grabbed the ball, passed it to Tiote who came forward to receive it before Van Bommel and Park Ji-sung could double-team him. Deng Zhuoxiang also quietly retreated a little. Only Howard was still in the front to attract the attention of Eindhoven.

The discussion in the bar started to get louder. "What kind of game is this? With Van Basten as the commentator and so many East Asians?"

"Isn't this Puzhi Star? Who is the East Asian who just cut off Puzhi Star?"

"Yeah! This kid doesn't look very old, but his skills are damn amazing. Pu Zhixing looks like a kid in front of him!"

"It seems that the one who attacked this kid with Puzhixing just now was Van Bommel..."

"Really? That's impossible! How can the captain of the Dutch national team be fooled by an East Asian? Anyway, I am face-blind to Westerners..."

"I haven't heard that there's another monster in Japan!"

"It can't be a fight between China, Japan and South Korea! The striker who couldn't even stop the ball just now is a perfect match for the Chinese players. This guy is probably Japanese. Only Japanese people can develop such skills..."

The emotions of the guests in the bar were aroused, and they were also caused to laugh by the remarks made by the guy just now about the melee between China, Japan and South Korea.

Most of the people who come to this football-themed event are familiar with the football stars and have common topics, so they chat animatedly for a while.

As someone who has always been in the system, Zhang Jilong felt for the first time the simplicity and respectability of the most ordinary fans.

At this time, a young foreigner interrupted in broken Chinese, "There are no Japanese. The one on the defensive now is Haarlem. Their foreign players are really Chinese. The one with outstanding skills is Shen Bin, and the one who just missed a single shot is Deng Zhuoxiang."

"Shen Bin? Isn't he the hotly discussed player who is going to change his nationality to Dutch? It's boring. Such good skills are wasted."

"It's their freedom to play for that country. Maybe he can become a superstar in the Netherlands! Given the nature of the Chinese national team, they might be trained to become another injured Zhongyong. Forget Li Huajun, who was a future star as famous as Maradona back then. Where is Li Huajun now?"

"China doesn't seem to pay much attention to football talents. After all, you are the kingdom of table tennis, and you are not as crazy about football as Europeans. For a talent like Shen Bin, if we in Germany have the opportunity to naturalize him, our prime minister may come forward to speak for him. When we were competing with Turkey for Kuyt, Chancellor Schröder personally talked to Kuyt, and finally Kuyt chose to play for us when choosing which country to play for."

The speech of this German friend sparked debate among the public, but most people expressed indignation at the inaction of the Football Association. Some of the more radical ones tied up all the people in the Football Association and cursed them together, and the curses were as harsh as possible.

Wang Kang was about to step forward to argue, but when he saw Zhang Jilong calmly turning a blind eye to the "rumors", he calmed down and thought to himself, "I still haven't cultivated my energy well enough! I need to learn more from the leader in the future." He turned around and looked at the TV screen with Zhang Jilong.

Tiote passed the ball to Deng Zhuoxiang who came back to receive the ball, and Deng Zhuoxiang passed it back to Shen Bin who had already gotten rid of the diving star and Van Bommel. There was only Koke guarding Shen Bin. Shen Bin turned quickly, got rid of Koke and pushed the ball in the opposite direction.

When Cork turned around, Shen Bin had already completed the next move and crossed paths with Cork. These moves were completed in an instant. Seeing that he was deceived by Shen Bin again, Cork turned around again. The thoughts in his mind and his body were not on the same level, and he fell to the ground all of a sudden.

"Oh..." The audience exclaimed loudly, followed by thunderous applause.

“Fuck… That’s awesome!”

"If I don't look at the skin color, I would suspect it's Ronaldinho..."

Only a few of the fans in the bar, whether they were international friends or relatively well-off Chinese people, could still make a sound. They were all shocked. Most of them opened their mouths and stared with wide eyes at the black-haired boy dancing on the green field.

"Wouter! I know why Neeskens and the Dutch Football Association are trying so hard to naturalize Shen. I hope he can play for Germany. I hope Mr. Beckenbauer can see his performance today..." The words of the German friend made most of the people in the pub fall into deep thought. Are we really narrow-minded or are we just indifferent?

These so-called elites have received selfish education, especially the experts and scholars who have returned to China to teach in universities since the reform and opening up. Their worldview has been greatly influenced by them. In China, it is the ordinary poor people who are more patriotic in comparison.

In the minds of these people, those peasants have become ignorant and foolish extreme nationalists.

When they argue with their compatriots, they always act condescendingly and often look down on ordinary people. However, when they face the words of the noble white people in their hearts, it hurts more than a whip.

Seeing Shen Bin easily fooling Dutch international Koke, Li Rongpyo immediately pressed forward. Shen Bin passed the ball back to Tiote, and then made a very covert gesture to Deng Zhuoxiang.

After the pass back, Shen Bin ran forward. The two central defenders of PSV Eindhoven were attracted by Shen Bin. Tiote understood what he meant. Seeing that the pouncer had already approached, he pushed the ball with his instep and the ball came to Shen Bin's feet again. Van Bommel approached Shen Bin as soon as possible. When Van Bommel was about two meters away from Shen Bin, he swung his leg and made a precise long pass to the opponent's half!

When they saw Shen Bin kicking the ball, the PSV players knew that he was going to look for Howard in the front again. Van Bommel raised his hand and the PSV defense line moved forward a little bit, which was enough to keep Howard in an offside position.

But this time, the linesman did not raise the flag, and the referee did not blow the whistle. Van Bommel looked back in surprise, only to see a figure as fast as the wind rushing in from in front of the defender!

Familiar formula, familiar taste, exactly the same tactics as before, counter-offside! Almost immediately, Van Bommel understood, and he shouted loudly: "Lee! Stop him!"

Lee Young-pyo saw a red figure rushing out of the opponent's camp and immediately turned around and ran back. Since the offside position had failed, the entire defense of PSV had no choice but to follow Lee Young-pyo and retreat.

Li Rongpyo and Deng Zhuoxiang were almost at the same distance from the football, but when Li Rongpyo ran towards the landing point of the ball, the football turned in the air and landed right in front of Deng Zhuoxiang.

Deng Zhuoxiang was too familiar with Shen Bin's passes. He knew that Shen Bin's pass at this time would definitely have a slight arc. This pass was not a half-high ball like the last time, but a ground boomerang. Deng Zhuoxiang raised his right foot and tapped it lightly. The ball flew forward two or three meters, and he caught up with the ball in two steps.

Speed ​​was never Deng Zhuoxiang's advantage. Li Young-pyo ran from behind to a position parallel to Deng Zhuoxiang, and then pushed him away with force. Deng Zhuoxiang wanted to use his body to block him, but he didn't expect the Korean to be so strong and use his speed and body to push him away. In shock, he kicked the ball towards his ribs before falling to the ground, as he knew Gular would be in that position.

This tactic has been practiced so hard in the past few days that several people are about to vomit.

When Gular started, he was still two meters behind William van Dijkoff who was returning to defense, but Gular was like a high-speed train and overtook William in less than 10 meters.

All the PSV fans were shocked by the speed!

Shen Bin also tried his best to run towards the penalty area from the backcourt. Cork never forgot his responsibilities. Although he was fooled by Shen Bin several times during this period, he always remained vigilant against Shen Bin.

In the panoramic picture, the audience saw a funny scene. When Gular used his speed advantage to overtake William, Cork also caught up with Shen Bin in less than 20 meters. Cork crashed into Shen Bin from the side and back. Shen Bin seemed to have eyes in the back and swung his right arm hard. With a "bang", Shen Bin's elbow hit Cork's chest.

Kirk felt like he was hit by a heavy punch, and even his breathing paused for a moment.

Shen Bin knew that he couldn't avoid this situation. The opponent's collision from behind was suspected of being a foul, and the referee could either whistle or not. He couldn't counterattack too much, otherwise the referee would definitely judge him as a foul, which would ruin this effective counterattack.

Therefore, when he hit back, his elbow could not be raised too high, as raising it too high would definitely make Cork's face full of peach blossoms, so he chose a moderate position of the opponent.

Sure enough, the referee did not blow the whistle.