World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 62 Zeng Zheng's Victory

Argentina quickly took the ball out.

With the exception of Riquelme who had the ball, everyone ran forward.

Faced with Zhang Xiaorui and Hao Wei's frantic upsurge, Riquelme dunked the ball to the side.

Then he saw the opportunity and kicked the ball forward.

Facing the incoming ball, Li Weifeng was the first to rush forward and jumped high.

Boom!
With a crisp sound, Li Weifeng's head hit the ball first.

Then, the whistle sounded for the end of the game.

"Beep, beep beep!!!"

"A new Toulon Cup champion is born!"

"It's the Chinese team from the far east!"

"Let's congratulate this team and congratulate these players!"

The fans in front of the TV couldn't understand French.

But totally empathetic.

"Hey, Jianlibao's young people are really amazing!"

"Even Argentina won."

"Tsk tsk tsk, with this game as a foundation, will you still be afraid of them when you play for the Argentine national team in a few years?"

At this time, domestic fans are still far from understanding the meaning of the Toulon Cup.

But the scouts at the scene stood up at the same time, and hurriedly disappeared into the field with their small notebooks.

They want to pass on the first-hand information collected here as quickly as possible.

Although the result was already known, many Argentine players still shed tears unwillingly when the reality came.

They can completely accept losing to strong teams like France, England, Brazil, and Portugal.

But lost in the final to a "never seen" Asian team.

This makes them a little bit embarrassed.

Especially Riquelme.

As Argentina's field captain.

I'm in deep self-doubt right now.

At this level, you still want to lead Argentina to regain the glory of Maradona?
What about kidding?
Not even an Asian team can win.

How can I play in the national team in the future?
At this moment, Zhang Xiaorui stepped forward with a No. 11 jersey and said proactively:
"You played very well, do you want to change your jersey?"

There is not much difference between Portuguese and Spanish. Riquelme was taken aback, and then quickly took off his jersey.

"You played well! You were able to use a 'spoon' in the last penalty kick. I am not as good as you with such a strong psychological quality."

"I didn't know where to kick to play in the middle." Zhang Xiaorui said modestly, "However, I have been a Maradona fan since I was a child. It is an honor in my life to beat the Argentine team."

Um?Maradona?

Ok!

Since you chose to play football under the influence of Maradona, it is understandable to lose to you.

Under the influence of the old horse, the players from the two sides who were still distinct from each other instantly became acquainted with each other.

In addition to Zhang Xiaorui and Riquelme, Li Tie and Samoel also handed each other jerseys.

The two muscular men with their vests propped up didn't say much after taking each other's jerseys. They simply put their side ribs together and hugged their shoulders, then separated and returned to their respective positions.

A real man never talks nonsense!

Zeng Zheng stood on the sidelines, looking at the Jianlibao players shaking hands with their opponents on the court.

At this moment, a strong sense of pride arises spontaneously.

As a latecomer, he strongly opposes the model of Jianlibao.

Waste of money, waste of time, waste of resources, waste of manpower. The final result is not directly proportional to the effort.

But as a product of the times, Jianlibao came into being again.

To paraphrase Vice Chairman Xu's words: "Even if Jianlibao fails, it is still excellent. At least on the road of how to build professional football with Chinese characteristics, Jianlibao is a legacy for future generations."

In 92, the Hongshankou Football Conference was held, in 93 Jianlibao established a team, and in 94 football professional reforms were held.

Some people say that professionalization was changed too hastily.

But the actual situation is that if you don't change it, you will really not be able to catch up with others.

After professionalization, how to cultivate a new generation of young talents, there are generally many voices from all walks of life in society.

One of the most resounding ones is organizing a group to study abroad.

People in later generations can look back at the history of Jianlibao and criticize it as a failure that wastes money and people;
But in the early 90s, who could point out the correct path for this group of people who devoted all their efforts to football reform?
Being able to say out loud that "even failure is the accumulation of experience" is enough to show that Vice Chairman Xu is extraordinary.

Now, Zeng Zheng can proudly pat his chest as he looks at the Jianlibao players on the field receiving gifts and championship blessings from fans.

At least he Zeng Zheng, these five years have not been wasted!

Thanks to his efforts, the team born out of his groping efforts was at least not as weak as later generations!
The victory of the Toulon Cup is the last victory of Jianlibao, but it is the beginning of these players.

Next, how high these players who return to China can reach depends on how far they can fight after taking over the baton.

History has been quietly rewritten, and Zeng Zheng, a little butterfly, is still waving its wings desperately.

After seeing the victory in the competition, Zeng Zheng made up his mind that he must try his best to dissuade such behavior of "the second Jianlibao overseas study" when he returns to China this time.

He himself is very clear.

There is no other "Zeng Zheng" like him, and he will go to other countries to lead a second "Jianlibao team".

"Hey, little nephew!"

In the stands, Ma Lan waved his hands desperately and yelled at Li Jian.

"Ma, Malan!"

Li Jian's three steps turned into two steps, and rushed to the bottom of the stands at the fastest speed.

puff!
The romantic French girl climbed over the railing and jumped down from the stands.

Li Jian was so frightened that he quickly stretched out his hand and stepped forward to catch this French beauty who was about the same height as him.

"Thank you, you are such a gentleman."

Li Jian still knows the meaning of the word "gentleman".

He quickly withdrew his hand from Malan's waist, his round face flushed.

"You are awesome, you and your players are also awesome, congratulations on winning the championship!"

Ma Lan talked and gestured, expressing his meaning with the simplest English words.

"Thank you!" Li Jian quickly thanked.

Looking at the stands again, Li Jian asked curiously, "Where are your friends?"

"I came here by myself today!"

Malan pointed to his chest, then parted his hair and shook his crystal earrings, "It seems that only I am a pure fan of the Chinese team."

"thanks, thanks!"

Li Jian is a clumsy guy.

On the court, he could desperately save Guerrero's single-handed attack, but in front of the girls, he could only thank him with all his strength.

Looking at the simple "little nephew", Ma Lan stretched out her neck and lightly pecked Li Jian's left cheek.

In the next second, Li Jian was petrified on the spot as if struck by lightning.

"You and I."

Li Jian didn't know what to say to the beautiful French beauty who offered to kiss her.

"Hey, this competition is over, and you are going back to your country. I hope our friendship will last forever, and I will never forget you!"

After trying to figure out the meaning of Malan's series of long sentences, Li Jian's head has never reacted so fast as it is now.

"Ma Lan, I won't forget you either, we can write letters!"

"write a letter?"

"Yes, do you have an email address?"

As a European, Ma Lan didn't feel uncomfortable being asked this question by a person from a third world country.

She tilted her head, "Um, I know my brother's email address."

"That's great, my coach has an email too!"

With that said, Li Jian took Ma Lan's hand and ran to his coach's bench in a hurry.

"Boss Zeng, Boss Zeng!"

Seeing Li Jian running over with the girl, not only Zeng Zheng, but also other Jianlibao players and coaches were stunned.

Looking at the girl behind Li Jian and the jerseys of the Argentine players in his hands, these Jianlibao players suddenly felt unsatisfactory.

Li Jinyu stood up suddenly, with red eyes, and shouted loudly: "Let me kill him, woo woo woo, don't stop me, let me kill him!!!"

Zhu Guanghu on the side also frowned.

"What is the system?"

"This is outrageous!"

"Xiao Zeng, you."

Before Zhu Guanghu finished speaking, Li Hui and Liu Zhicai pulled Zhu Guanghu aside to persuade him.

"Coach Zhu, these kids aren't kids anymore!"

"Yeah, you're already at this age, so just take care of yourself."

He looked at Li Jian who was out of breath in front of him, and then at Ma Lan who was graceful behind him.

Zeng Zheng was also full of question marks.

In an instant, various fairy tales and cartoons played in rotation in Zeng Zheng's mind.

Did you come to bid farewell to me after embracing the beauty?

"Li Jian, Ma Lan has finally become your wife?"

Li Tie, a big bastard, went straight, and raised his eyebrows with a little finger behind Zeng Zheng.

"No, no." Li Jian kept shaking his head.

"Then what's going on?" Zeng Zheng asked.

"Boss Zeng, take out your computer and add Ma Lan's e-mail friend!"

In front of outsiders, Zeng Zheng didn't save Li Jian's face either.

Turning on the laptop, he sent a friend request to Malan's brother.

"Ha, Malan, now even if I go back to China, we can still contact each other!"

The two were so happy that they clasped their hands together and danced a "circle dance" in front of everyone in Jianlibao.

At this time, Brother Ma Lan, who was browsing small movies on websites that are not suitable for children at home, suddenly received a friend request by email.

"Huh? Asia?"

Looking at the applicant's address, Brother Ma Lan thought for a moment, then clicked OK.

"Asia is also good, and I just want to change my taste."

(End of this chapter)