Chinese Fans Have Been Waiting for Too Long, This Time We Are Here

The day he was dumped by his girlfriend, a nasty electronic sound sounded in Zhang Yulin's head. "The super star incubation system is being bound... Host, the skinny monkey downstairs you have who can't even bounce ten balls is a four-star genius, the template of an African cheetah." "That pretentious kid sitting on the edge of the playground reading a book and playing ball? Five-star. Midfield master, the embryonic ball king." "That guy on the basketball court who said you were stupid in football? Three and a half stars, a natural goalkeeper, and a monster wingspan." "The skinny black boy who spent three years kicking stones against the river embankment in the ravines of Qianzhou? Four and a half stars, an iron-blooded central defender with wild defensive instincts." Zhang Yulin looked at his dilapidated training ground and the three-digit balance in his account and smiled. Poach my striker? I give you a pair of Gemini stars. Say I can't last three months? Let me show you a provincial champion first. As for the person who said that Chinese football is flat—— Sorry, starting from today, I will poke the ceiling. Starting from Yuzhou, to the national competition, and then to the European youth training camp, Zhang Yulin took a group of talented teenagers who were underestimated by the world and walked a road that no one has traveled. When Zhao Xiaochuan saw himself wearing the national team jersey on TV for the first time, he remembered that rainy day many years ago - he was picking up a ball alone in the muddy water, and a voice came from the second-floor window. "Zhao Xiaochuan, come up." On that day, the fate of Chinese football began to turn.