Football: The immortal legend on the green field

Yang Yimin announced the end of the meeting.

Some people stood up and cheered, then jumped out of the meeting room.

Until the last player left, Ali Han said to Yang Yimin in front of the coaching staff and the logistics support team: "Chairman Yang, I suggest abolishing the rules and regulations of the national team."

"Mr. Ali Han, why is this? You know, this is a compulsory course for new players. All national teams used to be like this! Including when Mr. Milutinovic was here..." Yang Yimin meant that even Milu did not raise any objections to these rules and regulations, so who do you think you are!

"Haha!" Ali Han didn't care about the Chinese people's beating around the bush. He really didn't understand the hidden meaning in their words. He smiled and interrupted Yang Yimin again, "Now I am the chief consultant, so of course I have to be different. These players are not suitable to be bound by those rules and regulations. The National Olympic Team does not need rigid engineers now, but warriors with personality."

"But having personality means being difficult to manage..."

"It's just that the management method is wrong. Let me say something that may be a bit harsh, Mr. Yang Yimin, there are no players in this world who cannot be managed, only teams that don't know how to manage." Okay! This is a devaluation of the Football Association!

"Like Tan Wangsong, I noticed him last year, but unfortunately you had already selected the players for me. Also, he was too young to adapt to the intensity of the adult team's games, so unfortunately, he was not able to join the national team at that time."

"He is a player with a strong desire to perform and a prominent personality. So he rarely gets a chance to play in the Guancheng Youth Team because the coach doesn't like him."

"But no one noticed his balanced left and right feet, his extremely fast speed, and his awareness of daring to attack from behind. As long as he is trained properly, I believe he will surpass Sun Jihai who plays for Manchester City, and even become China's Carlos..."

"Haha! China's Carlos?" Yang Yiming laughed. "Mr. Arihan, do you think that with the current level of Chinese football, a genius like Carlos can emerge?"

Ali Han was very upset by Yang Yiming's laughter. Why does Chinese football produce two kinds of monsters? The arrogant and the inferior. "Why can't China produce Carlos? Ronaldo? Ronaldinho? Who stipulated this?"

Yang Yiming didn't say anything this time. Perhaps even he himself didn't know how to answer the foreigner's question.

For Yang Yimin, these are the most difficult group of national team players he has ever encountered.

Each of them was just like the Monkey King who had just entered the heaven, naughty and ignorant of the rules. Especially Tan Wangsong who spoke with Sichuan dialect. Fortunately, this problem has been taken over by Liu Ran and Gao Haiyang!

But in Gao Haiyang's heart, these young people, many of whom have never played a minute in a professional game, are the hope of Chinese football.

Of course, the prerequisite is to give them time, someone can guide them on the right path, and they must be able to withstand temptation, maintain their own characteristics, and not change their color in the big dye vat of Chinese football.

But now the problem is, he can't always take care of these people and train them according to his own ideas, right?

They will eventually return to their respective clubs, some will be promoted to play professional games, while others will continue to hang out in the youth team or the second team. The best way out is naturally to go abroad, but how many foreign clubs are willing to take on these young people with no reputation?

"Brother Ting, what do you think is going on?" Several old national youth players gathered in Feng Xiaoting's dormitory and lamented to each other that fate was playing tricks on them. "The German old man was leading the team well, but how come two more emperors came? They came and they made such a scene. I don't know how many old brothers will leave here!"

"That's right, that's right! Who the hell is that Dutch guy? He didn't even lead the national team into the World Cup in Germany. What's there to be proud of? I don't understand why even Chairman Yang seems afraid of him?"

Feng Xiaoting said, "You guys should be quiet! I think he has the support of a master behind the scenes. Just like the national team before, who would be able to stay in the national team if that coach didn't have the support of Brother Fan or Brother Hao? I heard something about it. He stayed in Haarlem Athletics for more than two months in the name of observing the players. He went there just to please that person. I guess that's his confidence."

The topic unconsciously turned to Shen Bin.

"What's so great about it? Isn't it just playing football abroad? It's not for any wealthy club. He's not even as good as Brother Dong. Fortunately, Brother Dong was bought by Manchester United. Can the Dutch league be compared with the top five leagues? Besides, he is still in the Eredivisie, which is even lower in level!" someone said without hesitation.

"That's right, if he is so good, why wasn't he even selected for the national youth team before?" someone raised the question.

"Yeah, maybe it's just something the reporters made up. No one has ever seen him play live. Our opponent is a real adult team in the Chinese A League. What kind of opponents are Haarlem's opponents? The Dutch Eredivisie! Oh my god! If we in Dalian play against a second-tier team, my moves will be more fancy than his!"

A few people were talking when they heard a commotion outside.

"Hammer! Open the door for me! Girl (Liu Yu's nickname), open the door for me!"

"No, no! Haha!"

"You won't open it? If you don't open it, I'll give you a big earful!" Then there was a loud knock on the door, no, it should be said that it was a pounding on the door.

Someone in the room said disdainfully: "It's that Sichuan bumpkin again!"

The pounding on the door continued, and finally someone couldn't stand it anymore. Feng Xiaoting frowned and stood up and opened the door: "Knock! Knock on your head! Go to sleep! What are you doing?" He has been the captain of the national team since four years ago. From U17 to the current U19, he has unconsciously put on the majesty of the captain. But he forgot that the newcomers had never played football with him, so naturally they didn't recognize him as the captain, and his words had no deterrent effect at all. Especially when he was facing Tan Wangsong, who was not afraid of anything.

Tan Wangsong was just stunned for a moment, then he pushed back: "Call me hammer! I'm leaning against the door, not you! You're a fierce chicken!"

The "kao" in Tan Wangsong's mouth meant knocking on the door. In Sichuan dialect, "kao" is pronounced as a single word, but to Feng Xiaoting, it had a completely different meaning. He was originally dissatisfied with the Football Association for recruiting all kinds of people, and he was angry. Now that Tan Wangsong had provoked him, he immediately exploded.

"Bang!" He punched Tan Wangsong in the chest. Although Tan Wangsong was only 1.83 meters tall, he was very strong. He staggered a little, then stomped back, "Fuck you!" But he stomped on Zhao Xuri who was next to Feng Xiaoting.

"Where the hell are you kicking! If you want to die, just tell me, I'll beat you so hard that even your mother won't recognize you..." Before Zhao Xuri could finish his curse, he was punched in the face by Tan Wangsong: "What are you talking about in a fight, you bastard!"

Tan Wangsong bravely fought two opponents at once, but was unexpectedly attacked by Zhu Ting. Li Yu on the other side was not happy. "Fuck your ancestors!" He also kicked him. As expected of a football player, he basically used his feet in fighting.

"Fuck me!"

"Stop! Stop! Stop hitting me!"

"Beat his son of a bitch to death!"

"Well done!"

"Hurry and hold them!"

"Someone go call the team leader, call the coach!"