My Name Is Ouyang Chuliang

After checking some information about Jianlibao back then, I found that it was really not easy for these kids. After several years of training in such a harsh and desolate environment, after all, they are still half-grown children. The author hopes that everyone will show their faces. They deserve to be remembered. It is not easy! 🥺

Ou Chuliang, nicknamed "Flying on Lingnan Grass", is not tall, only 180cm tall and weighs 70kg. Although his physical condition is not very good, he is praised by fans as "China's best goalkeeper". At that time, Ou Chuliang attracted the attention of many European giants. Ou Chuliang, who was born in the Guangdong Sports School, showed excellent jumping ability, flexible body and quick reaction when he was young. He was called up to the Guangdong Youth Team, the Guangdong Provincial Team, and the Guangdong Hongyuan Football Club, and soon became a unique and outstanding player. A good goalkeeper, he was called up to the national team for the first time in 1991. Two years later, he basically became the main force. He occupied the position of the national team's starting goalkeeper for a long time throughout the 1990s. In 2002, he participated in the World Cup with the team but did not get a chance to play. He announced his retirement in 2003. In the past ten years, Ou Chuliang has played a total of 242 games in A-A, ranking first in the league attendance list. He has successively moved to Shanghai Shenhua and Yunnan Hongta, and won the FA Cup championship and Super Cup championship with the team, the league runner-up, etc., And has been awarded the title of the best goalkeeper in A-A many times, and later won the "A-A Best Goalkeeper of the Decade" award. Ou Chuliang has a very high athletic talent. In addition to goalkeeping, he is also outstanding in many sports. For example, his speed of 100 meters is 12 seconds. He participated in a fighting competition in Guangdong Province and won the runner-up. He also plays tennis very well. He is one of the few all-rounders in the history of Chinese football. After retiring in 2003, Ou Chuliang was not willing to leave his beloved football. With his excellent foreign language skills and deep understanding of advanced football concepts, he became the first coach in China to obtain the qualification certificate of the FIFA coaching training class. He has been the goalkeeper coach of the national team since 2004. He has become a veteran of five dynasties and has witnessed the ups and downs of football for more than ten years.

The warm summer wind slapped his face randomly, and a sudden tinkling sound in his ears disturbed Su Maozhen's sweet lunch break. Mumbling and reaching out to slap the alarm clock, but there was no alarm clock as expected, Su Maozhen opened his sleepy eyes and looked around. Single dormitory, familiar yet a little strange. Su Maozhen's thinking was a little sluggish, and he was stunned for a moment before he felt that something was not right - why did the surrounding furnishings look so dated? It looks a lot like a guest house in the 1990s, yes, a guest house. … Shouldn't I take a nap at home? Where is this? Who I am? What am I going to do? Dong dong. A knock on the door interrupted Su Maozhen's contemplation, and a familiar voice came from outside the door: "Lao Su, are you there? Director Qi asked you to go find him." Looking at the man who pushed the door open unceremoniously, Su Maozhen's eyes suddenly opened to the limit. "Are you... Fan Zhiyi?" The person who came had a face in his twenties, with clean lines and no excess fat, which coincided with the face in Su Maozhen's memory. "..." Fan Zhiyi had a look of disgust on his face, "Others are angry when they wake up, are you stupid when they get up?" He turned around and left, leaving only Su Maozhen behind, "Remember to hurry up, Director Qi will be impatient after a while." After the footsteps faded away, Su Maozhen covered his face with his hands and gave himself a double slap in the face, trying to wake himself up. There was a clear feeling of pain on his face, and then he cracked several times before finally giving up trying to wake himself up from his dream. Walking to the bathroom almost hand in hand, Su Maozhen saw himself clearly in the mirror. There were no wrinkles... Young, so young. He couldn't help but grin. The person in the mirror also looked dumbfounded. The ding-dong sound in his ears sounded again at the right time, and a voice said to him: "The host's novice mission has been drawn - Dream back to Golden State, please join your teammates and break into the 1998 World Cup finals. The prerequisite tasks for this mission are: Find Come to them and complete the iron triangle combination." Su Maozhen was confused. In his nearly fifty years of life experience, he had never read Qidian novels, but this time the system hit him on the head. It was like a thunderbolt. "Wait a minute, what does it mean to find them and complete the iron triangle combination in the preliminary task?" Su Maozhen's mind started to spin. Listening to this, do I still have fellow travelers? ? ? The Iron Triangle - as the name suggests, there are three people, one is myself, and there are two others? After receiving the affirmative answer from the system, Su Maozhen suddenly began to think about it. It was interesting, so interesting. It seems that Fan Zhiyi should not be the first to be excluded, then who will it be? Su Maozhen, who has an open-minded personality, does not find it difficult to accept this fact. He will take it as it comes. If he can make a comeback, he will report to the finals of the 1998 World Cup. Even if he breaks his leg, it will be worth it! Hahahahahaha~~~~ Hiccups, Mr. Su put his hands on his hips and looked up to the sky laughing. The door of Qi Wusheng's office was pushed open. The national team coach, who was wearing reading glasses to read documents, looked up and said with a smile: "Xiaosu, you come here." Su Maozhen looked at his mentor, who was still full of black hair at this time. He didn't look like an old man at all. His nose felt sour on the spot, and he almost shed tears. He quickly took a deep breath and restrained his emotions. "Director Qi, are you looking for me?" "That's what happened. A young man named Zheng Zhi came to the Liaoning team. It's strange to say that he was unknown before, but he turned out to be a diamond in the rough. The coach of Liaoning strongly recommended him. The young man came to trial training the day before yesterday. I took a look and saw that his foot skills "My husband is very good, and more importantly, he has an excellent view of the overall situation, and he has an unpredictable pass. He is a good prospect!" Su Maozhen rolled his eyes and thought about this. It's not right. Zheng Zhi seems to be only 17 years old at this time? An idea flashed in Su Maozhen's mind - Could it be that Zheng Zhi, who jumped out of the stone, was the second member of the Iron Triangle? "Coach, I've never heard of this guy. How old is he?" Su Maozhen had an idea and began to test. Qi Wusheng had no doubt that he was there, and smiled: "He said he was 20, but I saw that his face was very tender, and he looked like a high school student." That's right! Su Maozhen almost couldn't help but slap his thigh and lied about his age! Zheng Zhi is definitely a time traveler and has not escaped! Thinking about future generations, the 38-year-old Zheng Zhi, whose technology has reached its peak but whose age is not forgiving - the scene where his face was already bursting into tears when he turned around, once made Su Maozhen feel sad and empathetic. Okay, Old Zheng, you're welcome, you can feed me as much cake as you want this time! Immersed in the prospect that a lot of pie will fall from the sky, Su Maozhen narrowed his eyes and said urgently: "Director Qi, you came to me to ask me to run in with him more??" Qi Wusheng looked approvingly, "You are the powerful forward of our team, and he is the organizing midfielder. If you two can work together well, you will definitely be invincible! I'm coming to you today. , Just to answer the call for you two." After that, he called, "Xiao Zheng, come to my office." Seeing Su Maozhen looking a little restless, Qi Wusheng added: "You are the big brother of the national team, so don't bully me!" "How can you, Director Qi, you don't know me?" Su Maozhen laughed. After waiting for a while, there was a knock on the door, and a young man's voice rang out: "Director Qi?" Qi Wusheng pulled Zheng Zhi to Su Maozhen, who stared at Zheng Zhi's childish face with eyes wide open, as if his eyes were trying to dig two holes in that smooth and tender face. Zheng Zhi also didn't expect Su Maozhen's expression. The draft he had originally written was frightened back to his stomach by his cannibalistic look. He didn't know what to say for a while, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward. Qi Wusheng's glasses glared: "Xiaosu, what are you doing? Scaring children!" Zheng Zhi also looked at the golden-headed Lao Mao in front of him, the best header striker in China. The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds. Su Maozhen opened his mouth and said three words. "Charlton!" Zheng Zhi was startled, and his eyes when looking at Su Maozhen suddenly changed. Seeing Zheng Zhi's surprised expression, Su Maozhen felt more confident. Regardless of Qi Wusheng's confusion beside him, he said again: "Celtic!" Zheng Zhi stared at Su Maozhen, his eyes slowly curved up with a faint smile. "Hengda!" The third strike completely confirmed the scene of fellow villagers meeting fellow villagers, with tears in their eyes. After checking the code, Zheng Zhi stepped forward and grabbed Su Maozhen's hand: "Brother Mao, please give me some advice!" "No, I need brother Zheng Zhi to take more care of me, an old man!" The two met like old friends and were very passionate. Qi Wusheng had a question mark on his face... Early the next morning, Su Maozhen yawned loudly and walked out of the room. He and Zheng Zhiyou talked endlessly last night, and the two chatted until late at night before going to bed. The night was full of thoughts and could not sleep. Zheng Zhi also had two dark circles under his eyes, but fortunately he was young and in good health. The two of them got together during the warm-up, muttering endlessly, and their four eyes were like searchlights, scanning the surrounding teammates several times. Everyone looks suspicious, but they can't be sure. Before the head coach arrived, there was still some time to warm up. Su Maozhen took Zheng Zhi and went to find Zhang Enhua first - they thought that they had a forward and a midfielder, and it was very possible that the last person in the iron triangle would be a defender. "Heizi, come here." "Brother Mao, what's the matter?" Zhang Enhua ran over, waiting for Su Maozhen to teach him. Su Maozhen rolled his eyes and decided to adopt yesterday's method - "Grimsby, England!" "Huh?" Zhang Enhua didn't understand and was confused, "Brother Mao, what did you say?" Su Maozhen frowned, "Hong Kong Nanhua?" Zhang Enhua:? ? ? "It's okay, let's go." Su Maozhen grabbed his shoulder and helped him turn around, "Come on, hurry up!" "This won't work, they will think that we are both crazy in a while." Zheng Zhi suppressed a laugh and behaved next to him. After all, he is a young man and a newcomer here. Of course, he can only leave this kind of testing to Su Maozhen alone. Su Maozhen pinched his chin and murmured with Zheng Zhi for a long time, but he couldn't rule out the reason. Damn, I'm not good at solving crimes! He's not Conan, so he can't stand up and shout: "Friends from the future, come and join us!" And after questioning Zheng Zhi, Su Maozhen knew that only he himself had received this preliminary task, and Zheng Zhi had not. Therefore, it is very likely that the third person does not know that he has friends, and he should not jump out on his own initiative. When the two of them put their heads together, they didn't notice the glances coming from the goalkeeper training area behind them. Ou Chuliang, who was wearing a purple robe, looked away from Zheng Zhi's back number without leaving a trace. The goalkeeper coach next to him smiled and said: "Hey, community, why didn't you chew gum today?" Smiled slightly, Ou Chuliang said calmly: "I quit." Halfway through the morning training, Jiang Jin frowned and felt very broken inside - Ou Chuliang was very powerful before, why does he feel so powerful today? ? He was so fierce that he didn't miss a single ball for almost the whole morning. He jumped left and blocked and was extremely brave. While thinking about it, Ma Mingyu, who was responsible for assisting the goalkeeper in pounce training, made a tricky high kick. The ball was so powerful and heavy that it almost missed the crossbar and fell into the goal. Ou Chuliang's fingertips touched the ball, but he could not prevent the ball from entering the net. Wow, the exclamation and applause of the onlookers and the net that was lifted up like white waves froze in Ou Chuliang's eyes. Getting up from the ground, Ou Chuliang put his hands on his hips and lowered his head, his face as sinking as water. Height is his only shortcoming, and he is really at a natural disadvantage against this kind of high-flying ball. Although he is 180cm tall and has an astonishing height of 3.3 Meters, he is still often unable to handle this kind of ball. Seeing his bad expression, the goalkeeper coach quickly stepped forward to comfort him: "Take the small difference to heart, you have guarded very well. The horse is also confused about this kick. There is always a gap in every move." "No, you can't be slack." Ou Chuliang's young face showed a trace of determination, and he stepped forward and said to Ma Mingyu : "Please help me with the assault training of high-position saves that scrape the crossbar and blind corners. We don't have much time!" Ma Mingyu was shocked by Ou Chuliang's solemn look. In his impression, the community was usually somewhat elegant and a little alienated, but it rarely showed such a look. It could even be said to have a somewhat ferocious and stern expression. That look was like that of a lone wolf who was forced into a desperate situation. After the morning training, the goalkeeper training was extended for half an hour at Ou Chuliang's request. Ma Mingyu was tired from playing and had to pull Peng Weiguo, who was also good at footwork, to help. Su Maozhen and Zheng Zhi did not leave the crowd of onlookers. They watched quietly as Ou Chuliang, who was dressed in purple robes, took off again and again, stretched his body in the air, tried his best to reach the tricky lobs, and kept the ball out again and again. Then he fell to the ground, rolled, and stood up to signal the next ball. The goalkeeper will definitely fall after making a diving save. Although Ou Chuliang's body is relatively thin and light and flexible, he will not make a loud "bang" like the tank-shaped goalkeeper Jiang Jin, which makes people feel pain for him. But he fell and rolled again and again, dust and grass clippings were already covered in his clothes, and Ou Chuliang's temples were soaked with sweat, but he stubbornly refused to get off the line of fire. Jiang Jin has already gone to eat. He can't stand it and doesn't want to watch this scene. Su Maozhen looked at Ou Chuliang's angular face. Even though he made many almost world-class saves, there was no trace of joy in his expression, as if something fatal was constantly chasing him and forcing him. The thoughtful Su Maozhen turned his head and glanced at Zheng Zhi beside him. Zheng Zhi nodded imperceptibly and winked at him. The water splashed on Ou Chuliang's face, washing away the dust. After staying in the bathroom for a long time, Ou Chuliang got dressed and walked out slowly. The teammates all went to eat and rest, and he was the only one in the huge bathroom. Opening the door, the sunlight from outside instantly came in, outlining two dark shadows. Squinting his eyes, Ou Chuliang adjusted to the strong sunlight, and then he saw two people standing in front of him like goalkeepers - The team's powerful forward Su Maozhen, and the newly promoted playmaker Zheng Zhi. The two people in front of him looked at him with playful eyes, but neither spoke. Ou Chuliang snorted and asked in a calm tone: "Why don't you go to eat?" Su Zheng and Zheng looked at each other, and Zheng Zhi said with a smile: "Director Ou, long time no see." "Huh?" Ou Chuliang was stunned, and his eyes suddenly became sharp, "You What did you call me?" Su Maozhen patted him on the shoulder with a familiar smile and said: "Stop pretending, it's you, we're looking for you." "Don't be ridiculous, I'm still hungry, let's eat." Ou Chuliang tried to pass between the two, but was stopped by Zheng Zhi's words. "Director Ou, we, like you, are from the future." "!!!" Ou Chuliang's eyes widened. He has been here for a few days and has not shown anything strange. Although Zheng Zhi suddenly appeared at the training base the day before yesterday and successfully captured the coaching staff, he had this vague guess in his mind at the time, but he did not expect that it was really like this. The three of them looked at each other in silence, and the atmosphere was suddenly awkward. For a long time, no one knew who raised the head, a burst of gentle laughter sounded, and then one after another. Haha, hehe, hahahaha, the three people laughed and shook their heads, almost laughing to tears. They looked at each other with light in their eyes. Those unspeakable regrets, and the tears on their breasts when they dreamed back at midnight, will never be erased in their long lives - men do not shed tears easily, but they are not sad yet! Now, I have a chance to start over, with a back I can trust and teammates I can work with. This time, we must use our troops to overcome all obstacles! ——The sword points at Jinzhou!

In midsummer, the midday sun is scorching, and you can only feel a hint of coolness under the mottled shade of trees. Amid the sound of cicadas, a cabbage-headed boy in a big vest held two mung bean popsicles in his hand, walked over and shouted loudly at his companion who was napping under the shade of the tree: "Get up, Xiao Ou, don't you want to eat the big popsicles you have been thinking about so much?" ... Xiao Ou? "How long has it been since anyone called me that..." The young man, who was sleeping soundly with his head resting on his arms under the tree, suddenly opened his sleepy eyes and looked around for the source of the sound. When he saw the green face of the visitor with a wicked smile, the young man in a jersey suddenly widened his eyes, as if he had seen a ghost. "You, you..." "Are you sleeping stupid? Don't you even recognize Brother Tiezi? Here, it's yours." A cold popsicle was stuffed into his hand, and the young man was excited again. He stared blankly at the big vest and sat down. He peeled off the wrapping paper happily and began to squawk. "You, I..." The young man muttered, his eyes falling on the slowly rolling football beside the big vest. The boy in the jersey stood up, looked around blankly, then suddenly dropped the popsicle and ran in a certain direction without looking back. "Hey, Xiao Ou, can I eat your popsicle?" "Here you go!" The young man ran into the mottled dormitory building like a human being. Following his somewhat vague memories, he turned up to the second floor, pushed open a door with peeling paint, and rushed to the bathroom mirror in three steps at a time. After calming down, he looked over - his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip, and he saw a familiar yet unfamiliar face, with an immature face... The young man in the mirror was also looking at him in fear. He felt as if he had had a long dream. In the dream, he was a member of a country that had fought a hundred battles. From a child to a teenager, a young man, a middle-aged man... He had played in the League A, the top ten, and the World Cup. He did not play, and went home in despair. I was once high-spirited, and I was also tossing and turning. In the dream, there is the infinite scenery under the flashlight, and there is also the tear-filled breasts when dreaming back at midnight. ... It's like Zhuang Sheng dreaming of butterflies and a pillow of yellow beams. The slightly trembling hand touched his young cheek. Is this Zhuang Sheng? Or a butterfly? He still remembers his name - Ou Chuliang... Or, Ou Chuliang. After a while, the young man tried to calm down. Whether he was dreaming or traveling to a parallel world, if he could do it all over again, there would be nothing worth worrying about. Hearing the footsteps outside, Ou Chuliang hurriedly wiped the crystal corners of his eyes with the back of his hand and took a deep breath. The man in the big vest holding a popsicle in his mouth looked in. After all, he was a little worried about his little friend, so he came over to see what was going on. He muttered: "Xiao Ou, what happened? Why are you so nagging." Ou Chu Liang looked back, "I want to ask you a question." "What?" "What year is it now?" "..." The boy named Tiezi was speechless, so frightened that the popsicle dropped to the ground with a snap. He stepped forward, stretched out his five fingers and waved them in front of Ou Chuliang's eyes: "Are you a ghost? Have you lost your memory? Don't scare me!" "Stop talking nonsense, just tell me what year it is now!" "Okay... 1992... Tell me, what's your expression? Are you really a ghost?" "Nothing, I want Jingjing." "Who is Jingjing?" A question mark appeared on his face. "..." After driving away the confused Tie Zi, Ou Chuliang swayed out in a daze, sat down on the edge of the bed, buried his face deeply between his fingers, and tried to sort out his chaotic memories. In a trance, he was once a member of the Hundred Warring States, and his soul gradually merged with the memory of another 15-year-old Northeastern boy named Ou Chuliang, and each other became clearer... He finally confirmed one thing. Yes, this is Shenyang, Zhang Yin's "compound", it's the summer of 1992. And everything will start again.

This is my first time reading a sports article, and I don't know why it's so close to being updated. I was born in 1992, and my only impression of Chinese football is that in elementary school, all the boys in physical education class competed on the football field. Being good at football seems to be more popular than having good academic performance. Also, when I was playing goalkeeper, my ring finger and little finger were so swollen that I didn't dare to say a word after being hit by a ball. Domestic players only know Zheng Zhi, but they don't recognize any of the real-life prototypes in the novel, from the protagonist to the supporting characters. Well, they still know the famous foreign players. The alien endorses the golden throat treasure hahahahaha, and Zidane is even included in the Chinese textbook. I don't know why, when I entered junior high school, it seemed that all the boys suddenly liked the NBA. I also followed it. I came for Yao Ming and probably saw Tracy McGrady retire intermittently. When I went to college in 2008, it happened to be the Beijing Olympics. After that, I didn't even pay attention to the Olympics. As a person who is almost insulated from sports, I can feel excited, sad and shed tears while reading this book. Customized writing is not rubbish, sports writing is no better than e-sports, and fantasy lacks passion. This is the beginning of this book. The author writes well, I like it.

Just be handsome 😊

I think this picture is very good

Chinese fans are so damn miserable that they can only be read in novels. When will the national football team be able to argue that instead of the World Cup, can we have an Asian Cup instead?

Character Chapter 1 - Shang Yi Tianjin, China, March 19, 1996. In the small but neat bedroom, Shang Yi was carefully pasting the photos into the scrapbook. Among the dozens of large and small photos scattered on the table, there were warm family photos of his three members of his family, the bravery and heroic appearance of his Jianlibao teammates on the court, and a bunch of newspapers cut out of various photos of Ou Chuliang in the Olympic game against Kazakhstan. Happily, he pasted a photo of Ou Chuliang's diving save in the middle position. Shang Yi carefully smoothed out the almost non-existent wrinkles on the photo and looked at it with satisfaction. "Xiao Yi, your friend is here! Come and greet the guests~" Shang's mother's voice came from outside the door. Frowning, Shang Yi put down the scrapbook and ran to the living room with his slippers. His handsome face suddenly collapsed: "Why is it you? Why are you here?" The dark Zhang Xiaorui was taking the juice from Shang's mother and said with a blushing face: "Thank you, auntie, thank you, auntie!" "Look at this kid, this head is much stronger than our Xiao Yi! It's hard to be so tanned in Brazil, right? Now that you're here, let's stay and have a light meal while I cook two more dishes." Shang's mother smiled softly and gave Shang Yi a gentle push on the shoulder: "Take your friend to your room to play for a while. I'll call you after dinner. " Shang Yi nodded reluctantly and curled his lips and said: "Mom, let's have dinner early. After eating, I want to watch the Olympic Games!" Zhang Xiaorui followed Shang Yi into his bedroom, looked around, and pointed at the poster in the middle of the bed and said with great joy: " Hahahaha, Xiaoyi, you actually posted a poster of the European team! I'm going to tell him!" Shang Yi was startled, and then he realized that among the pile of star posters beside his bed, the latest poster of Ou Chuliang wearing the purple goalkeeper uniform of the National Olympics was prominently displayed - it was a fresh product he had just bought from a street stall the day before yesterday. The little face suddenly turned red. Shang Yi hit Zhang Xiaorui, who was laughing loudly, with a black tiger strike. The latter covered his stomach and blocked it with left and right arms. The two were noisy for a while, and Zhang Xiaorui rushed to the table and found out Shang Yi got half of the scrapbook and suddenly discovered the New World: "Oh shit, there are a lot of European brothers here!" "Shut up!" Shang Yi was afraid that this guy's loud voice would attract his mother, He kicked Zhang Xiaorui's strong buttocks, and Zhang Xiaorui grinned in pain: "Such a strong effort, you really can do it!" After a while, the panting two people sat down, Zhang Xiaorui blinked. Eyes opened, he teased: "It's nothing, don't you just admire the European team? Why are you reacting so bigly? I admire you too!" Shang Yi glared angrily at this old and black friend, with a look of disgust on his face. "What are you talking about? I just want to leave a souvenir to commemorate the days we spent in Brazil..." Although I didn't want to explain it, I still explained it in a subtle way. Zhang Xiaorui rolled his eyes and asked in a low voice: "Are you going to take this scrapbook to Brazil on the 28th?" "Yes." He snorted lightly. Shang Yi was a sensitive and emotional child. He left at a young age in the winter of 1993. Home, those lonely and tearful nights in a distant foreign country - the missing family affection, and the brother-like Ou Chuliang who cared for him so much. A subtle emotional transfer occurred between the two, which made Shang Yi develop a deep trust in Ou Chuliang like a nestling bird. When you stay with Ou Chuliang, you seem to have a backbone. Once you are separated, you will always miss him. The last game against Kazakhstan in the National Olympics was Ou Chuliang's first appearance on behalf of the National Olympics. Sitting in front of the TV, Shang Yi's palm turned red and he was so excited for Ou Chuliang's wonderful saves. The semi-own goal that finally hit the door frame, bounced off Ou Chuliang's back, and bounced into the goal made Shang Yi so angry that he threw all the apples in his hand on the ground and couldn't sleep well all night. Tonight, CCTV will broadcast the match between the National Olympics and Saudi Arabia. Shang Yi has been nervous for several days. He has called Li Tie and the others and knows that the Saudi team is very strong, and can even be said to be the strongest team in the group. Can the National Olympics win? Although Mrs. Shang prepared this dinner well and filled the table with a dazzling array of dishes, the two Jianlibao players couldn't taste it and ate hastily - even Zhang Xiaorui, who has the appetite of an animal, seemed a little absent-minded today. Keeping looking up at the clock on the wall, Shang Yi finally couldn't help but put down his chopsticks, winked at Zhang Xiaorui, and said, "Mom, I'm full, let's go watch the ball." Close the door, Shang Yi turned on the TV, Huang Jianxiang had appeared in the studio, and was talking about some information about the players from both sides. The two sat side by side. Shang Yi turned his head and glanced at Zhang Xiaorui, and found that this rough guy, who usually looked indifferent, actually looked worried at this moment. With a thought in his heart, Shang Yi curled his lips slightly and asked: "Why did you come to me today? Don't sue me that your TV is broken!" Zhang Xiaorui looked a little embarrassed, licked his lips, and said honestly: "I, am I nervous? It would be better to find someone to watch the game with." "Hahahaha..." Shang Yi couldn't help laughing, Zhang Ga, Zhang Ga, it turns out you are nervous too! "Stop laughing, Boxing King Yi, can we win the Olympics?" Zhang Xiaorui rubbed his hands, a little uneasiness showing on his dark face. "With the European team here, we will definitely win! Yes, we can win!" Shang Yi murmured and repeated, as if he was cheering himself up and praying for the National Olympics and Ou Chuliang. After a while, the camera switched to the court. Players from both sides lined up to enter the stadium. Shang Yi and Zhang Xiaorui's eyes widened. When they saw the eye-catching purple in the white Olympic array, they couldn't help but cheer. Team Europe, come on! Come on! As the referee blew his whistle, the game began. Time passed minute by minute, accompanied by the roar of the fans coming from the TV. Every time the Saudi team attacked, the two Jianlibao players held their breath nervously, and their clenched fists were filled with sticky sweat. When Liu Yue hit Ou Chuliang in the chest and abdomen with his shot from across the mountain, Shang Yi stood up suddenly, startling Zhang Xiaorui. He looked up and saw his friend's pale face. Before he could speak, Zhang Xiaorui suddenly heard an uproar on the court and quickly turned back to see another overwhelming scene from the Saudi team - Boom, dust was flying in front of the Olympic gate. The two young Jianlibao generals were stunned for several seconds. Shang Yi stepped forward to hold the TV. Zhang Xiaorui almost thought he wanted to get into the TV... After the chaos, when they saw Li Ming holding Ou Chuliang's arm to help him stand up, the two of them suddenly came back to their senses and sat back blankly. Fortunately, the European team should be fine... This thought flashed through Zhang Xiaorui's mind. He glanced at Shang Yi's twitching face from the corner of his eye, and forced out a wry smile: "It's okay, it's okay, the European team should be fine, don't be nervous..." Shang Yi didn't speak, just clenched his fists, stared at the TV, and watched helplessly as the Saudi team continued to bombard in front of the Olympic gate. ... Saudi No. 11 Dossari pushed the ball back in the crowd, and the Saudi player who followed him fired a shot—— Ou Chuliang made an extreme save and blocked the powerful football. The ball was redirected, hit the crossbar with a bang, hit the ground quickly, bounced high, and fell towards the goal line—— Shang Yi In his sight, Ou Chuliang, who had fallen to the ground, let out an unwilling roar and jumped up again, blocking the ball onto the top net with his hands... Ou Chuliang fell heavily to the ground again, and even had no time to take any protective action due to the difficult save... Zhang Xiaorui took a breath and subconsciously turned his head to look at the sculpture-like partner next to him. Shang Yi sat there numbly, his clenched fists trembling uncontrollably. On the TV screen, Ou Chuliang was lying on the ground without moving, until Liu Yue ran over to hold his back shoulders and picked him up. The camera was not clear, but it seemed that he saw Ou Chuliang smile and say something. Liu Yue let go, Ou Chuliang's body swayed, and he almost fell back. Li Ming had quick eyes and quick hands and hugged him. It wasn't until Ou Chuliang stood up with the support of his teammates, lifted the pants on both sides of his legs with both hands, and returned to his unfazed look, that Shang Yi felt that his feet, which seemed to be hanging in the air just now, slowly fell back to the solid ground. Bang, bang, the clear heartbeat echoed, and the sound of blood flowing rapidly in the blood vessels was deafening. The air finally flowed into his lungs. Shang Yi took two difficult breaths and pursed his lips. Zhang Xiaorui patted his heart, his dark face turned a little white, and he took a long breath and said: "It's okay, okay, the European team is not injured..." Turning to look at Shang Yi, Zhang Xiaorui couldn't help but exclaimed: "Xiao Yi, why are you crying?" Quickly stretched out his hand to wipe the corner of his eyes, Shang Yi said harshly: "You are blind, I didn't cry!" The two fell into an awkward silence. After a few seconds of silence, Shang Yi's voice sounded muffled: "Gazi, I hate this." "Huh?" Zhang Xiaorui didn't react at all. "Gazi, I mean, we have to work hard. I never want to be like now, sitting in front of the TV, watching the European team struggling in a distant place..." "I can only watch like this, but I can't help him at all..." Shang Yi's voice was low, like a warning to himself: "I I want to stand side by side with him on the court, fight together, and win together!" Zhang Xiaorui was a little confused, "You mean?" "In 1999, I will enter the 1999 Olympic team, and I will enter the finals with the European team in the next Olympics!" Shang Yi's eyes were firm, and his delicate face was filled with unquestionable determination. "Take me with you! I'm going too!" Zhang Xiaorui grinned this time, happy. "There are also Brother Tiezi, Brother Dayu, Brother Liang, Brother Yong, Brother Ran... All of us, everyone from Jianlibao, are going!" Shang Yi nodded at the names of his teammates one by one, looking forward to the future three years from now. The original intention of establishing their team was for the 2000 Olympic Games and the 2002 World Cup! Hundreds of days and nights in Brazil, sweat and arduous training under the scorching sun and heat, aren't they just for this day? This group of young people have a common goal, and they are striving for this goal together - The dream shines under the scorching sun of South America with a soul-stirring light. Zhang Xiaorui looked at Shang Yi's familiar yet unfamiliar expression and felt a little stunned for a moment. In his eyes, Shang Yi has always been a funny little brother, everyone's pistachio. For the first time, he truly realized that Shang Yi had grown up and was no longer the young boy crying alone in bed. During the two years in Brazil, the little Shang Yi cried, laughed, fought, and kept working hard towards his dream. Now, Boxing King Yi - he is already a little man. Zhang Xiaorui's innocent face also became bright, and he couldn't help but smile: "Let's go, let's go together! No, let's go together with Jianlibao and join the European team!" One day! The teenagers raised their fists and bumped into each other, making a loud sound——

It is difficult to write about goalkeepers in football. Goalkeepers can raise the lower limit of a team, but they can never raise the upper limit. If the goalkeeper plays too many roles, it means that the team's defense is poor. If the offense is not good, it will be very frustrating. There are too few scenes and the protagonist's presence is too weak.

When I saw the title of the book, I thought of the excellence of the Hiroshima Asian Games in 1994, and also thought of Naoki Soma's pale shot in the third round of the Asian Cup group stage against Japan, so I decided to reward him with a small reward of a thousand coins to support him. If you are not a supervisor, you must book it all!!!

The district coach is my favorite national football player. Come on and write well 🤭🌹

This book is really super good-looking. The details of the characters are described very well. I look forward to the follow-up. Come on! 🤭🤭🤭

Zhuang Sheng dreams of a butterfly, Zhuang Sheng is also a butterfly. Chu Liang is reborn and travels through the Hundred Warring States Gate Area. With another chance, I really hope that all those regrets can be made up for and that I will no longer be tossing and turning in sleep at midnight. The torrent of the times starts from Jianlibao and grows all the way. Take your friends to sprint towards your dreams and cheer for you 🌹🌹

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I don't know why the author always looks so depressed The writing is good and I'm also ordering it I don't know what happened to these recent ones, but I feel they are long-winded. When it's time to transfer, transfer, fight, fight. Don't hesitate. In general, follow your own ideas and speed up the pace. After all, it is an online novel. Nowadays, this kind of plot can be included, but it should not be too long. Every time you prepare for the climax, it will be a little too long. That's all, be confident. Being able to write to this level has surpassed many authors. Don't be too sad

Dear friends, the Jianlibao Youth Team has been shortlisted for 24 teams in the finals of the 1997 World Youth Championship. This month we will have two prize-winning guesses. The first is to guess which four semi-final teams will be, and the second is to guess the score of a certain game (another post will be posted later). Event participation time: August 4th 22:00-August 6th 0:00 Event participation method: Reply to this post to participate Event reward: 20,000 starting coins. Because the operating officer privately funds the reward, you need to join the QQ group 755932954. You cannot receive it if you do not join. Friends are welcome to join the group! We have a lot of benefits 😁 Reward details: If all four teams are guessed correctly and there are more than ten people, only the top ten will get 2,000 starting coins each. If there are less than ten people, all people who guess correctly will share 20,000 starting coins equally. If no one guesses all of them correctly, the top ten will be chosen from those who correctly guessed the three teams. If the top ten are not, the prize will be divided equally among all the three correct teams. If there are not even three correct guesses, then the top ten will be chosen from the two correct guessing teams. If there are less than ten people, the top ten will be divided equally among the correct guessers. The list of the 24 participating teams is in the latest chapter 204, please pick it up~ Start now 😁

Fan Character Chapter 2------Sun Jihai At the seaside, the sky is densely covered with dark lead clouds, and the late autumn sea breeze is already carrying a biting chill. Dry strands of rain fell on the young man's face. He stood alone on this rocky beach, facing the sea, silent. The city of Dalian has a long and winding coastline, many of which are rugged and inaccessible reefs. This young boy with naturally curly hair has been riding a bicycle for several days and came to the sea alone. Doing nothing, just staring blankly at the dark waves. The waves roared, hitting the black and gray rocks on the shore over and over again. The rugged sea reef is like a rock, standing firm against the wind and waves. There was a trace of warmth spreading in the corner of his eyes. The young man raised his hand to wipe it away. He stared at the rock that was not shaken by the wind and waves but was persevering, and he gradually realized something in his heart. "Sun Jihai, are you still a man?" He couldn't help but ask himself, "Isn't it just that you failed to be selected for the Jianlibao Junior Team? What's the big deal? If you can't go to Brazil, can't you play well?" The boy's football path has been smooth sailing before. Starting from the junior sports school, he participated in seven national children's football competitions and won the top spot six times in a row. It can be said that he has always stood out from the crowd. Football has become the most important part of Sun Jihai's life. He has high self-confidence, a strong sense of responsibility on the court, outstanding skills, and a strong and strong body - all of them are so perfect. In this Jianlibao selection, Sun Jihai had top results in the first three rounds. He was full of confidence that he could finally set foot on the soil of South America, but he never expected that a bolt from the blue came - because he was one month overage, he failed to appear in the final 22-man roster. The anxious faces of his parents deeply hurt the young man's heart. Growing up, he was a child who did not let his parents worry about him. When he encountered setbacks, he suddenly lost his direction. On the day the school held a farewell party for the players who were going to Brazil, Sun Jihai ran home without looking back, no matter how the coach shouted behind him, crying as he ran. After returning home, his grandson's father, who had been struggling for his fate for many days to no avail, looked at his son with tears on his face apologetically. Sun Jihai held back his tears and said to his father: "Dad, don't worry, I will still play well even if I don't go to Brazil!" "Son, dad believes in you." But after closing the door, the boy covered his head with a pillow and sobbed silently. He was unwilling to give in! Sun Jihai has been a player with a strong desire to win or lose on the court since he was a child. Once on the court, he seems to be a different person. He is full of desire for victory. He cares about winning or losing every game. He will not give up an inch of ground, fight for every inch, and cannot even accept the defeat of a game calmly. He believed that the legendary football kingdom of Brazil could make his stagnant skills improve again by leaps and bounds. In the past six months, the young man had been full of longing and longing for a trip to Brazil, and firmly believed that he would definitely be able to make the trip, but unexpectedly, he was excluded on such an unfounded charge. In the next few days, Sun Jihai ran to the beach every day. The sea breeze and waves tempered his soul - there are always many obstacles on the road of life. If you step over it, the sea and the sky will be brighter! After all, Sun Jihai was a child who was born and raised by the sea. He was still a young man. After several days of repeated thinking, he finally came out of the haze, as if he had emerged from his cocoon and turned into a butterfly. ——The rain gradually became heavier. Sun Jihai looked back at the gray sky for the last time, and a smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth. The young man closed his mouth with his hands and shouted towards the sea: "I won't come again!" "Open tomorrow. I will work harder than anyone else!!" Sun Jihai shouted with all his strength, "I will go where I want to go!!" The boy didn't look back. … In 1995, the 18-year-old Sun Jihai was selected for the Dalian Wanda team and made his debut in Wanda's home game against the Sichuan Quanxing team. It was only then that Xiao He showed his talents. His outstanding performance was not inferior to any of his teammates or opponents. He became famous in one battle. In July of the same year, the Jianlibao Youth Team returned to China. After a series of friendly matches with impressive results, leaving five players who were injured or lacked qualifications, they began the second round of selection to Brazil. All young players across the country are eager to try, but Zhu Guanghu has been thinking about Dalian Wanda's young player Sun Jihai. But when he found Sun Jihai, who has become Wanda's main player, the young man smiled slightly and shook his head. "All roads lead to Rome, Coach Zhu, I have figured it out. Although I have been on a completely different road, I believe that in the end, we will reach the same destination through different paths. In the future, we will definitely meet one day on the field." Zhu Guanghu looked at the firm and bright eyes of the young man in front of him, sighed softly, patted Sun Jihai's hard-boned shoulder, and sighed: "Come on, little Sun! You will definitely succeed!" There are always many ups and downs in life. Walking on the road, you will always get hurt. Some people fall and never recover. Some people stand up and start again, treating this scar as a medal of manhood. This winter, a young man named Sun Jihai, after experiencing the first major setback in his life, bravely walked out of the gloom and set foot on the journey of the stars and the sea again. Many years later, he has a world-famous title - Sun of China! He shines brightly in Great Britain, thousands of miles away!

I was very moved after reading this chapter. The national football team seems to have never had anything to do with hard work.

The torrent of the times begins with Jianlibao. I hope that all the regrets of Baizhan Guomen can be made up for this time. If we can do it again, we will have no regrets. Watching for you🌹

Deeply remembering Vice Chairman Xu Fang, Chinese football has lost its leader.

I feel that the Football Association sent Ladd as a back-up, Qi Wusheng has taken care of him, public opinion in the media has improved, and Ladd does not need to be replaced, so everyone is happy. Qi Wusheng's performance as a team leader is not good, as he was stumbling in the group stage, so it is very likely that Ladd will be replaced. Maybe... Historically, China lost all the group matches against Japan and Uzbekistan, only winning against Syria and narrowly qualifying. In addition, Qi Wusheng's operation in the novel may really lead to dismissal.

Just finish this one, write about the city in the next one, find a job, save some manuscripts, that's about it, you'll be able to resist when things happen again! ! ! !

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Li Tie still can't be a coach?

Hey...

I support Lao Bai, brother, I have no regrets! Lao Baixiong rises! ! !

New year, new atmosphere! ! ! Fight for your breath! ! ! !

I've read dozens of chapters, and overall it's pretty good among football articles 😁

I spent 20 yuan after reading dozens of chapters. Look down, look down. They're all jumping to watch