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"...The match between the Chinese team and Indonesia is still two hours away. Just now the national football coach Fu Bo announced the starting list of the Chinese team for this match. Gao Zheng is impressively on the list. He will wear the No. 11 jersey to participate in his The first national team game of my career..."

In the sports news at 12:00 noon, the match between the national team and Indonesia was the highlight, and Gao Zheng was the most concerned about everyone.

Seeing Gao Zheng's first appearance, many people finally felt relieved.

"Good news for the first time!" Xiao Yingying sent a message in the group.

Feng Shiyao replied, "What are you so happy for? Can you still watch the game at two o'clock in the afternoon? Today is Tuesday."

"Hey, Sister Feng, I took a day off two weeks in advance, and I'm off today!"

"..." Feng Shiyao was speechless.

Why didn't she think of this trick?

"I'm going home. I'll broadcast live in the group during the game, hahaha!"

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Gao Zheng's mother put the cup of brewed tea on the coffee table, which was what her husband wanted to drink.

And her husband, Gao Zheng's father, was washing dishes in the kitchen at this moment. There were constant ping-pong-pong sounds coming from there.

She put down the teacup, glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, and shouted to the kitchen: "Slow down! Don't worry, there is still an hour before the game starts!"

"The live broadcast will start at 1:30!" The husband's voice came from the kitchen accompanied by the sound of ping-pong-pong.

"It's not a game..."

"That depends! I want to see what those commentators say about Gao Zheng!"

"You want to hear how they praise you, right?" The wife saw through her husband's thoughts at a glance.

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"Lin Yuan, what are you doing?" Lin Yuan's deskmate, a girl frowned, said to him.

Lin Yuan was sitting on the stool next to her, but it was as if a needle had been stabbed in his buttocks, his whole body kept twisting and turning, which made her upset.

The boy sitting at the back laughed and said, "Maybe Lin Yuan has suffered from hemorrhoids!"

Lin Yuan turned his head and stared at him: "You just got hemorrhoids!"

"Then why are you twisting around?"

"Annoying!" Lin Yuan didn't bother to answer, he lay down on the table and stopped twisting his butt.

"Broken in love?" The boy in the back row poked him on the back.

Lin Yuan ignored him and continued lying on the table.

This afternoon is Coach Gao's first national team game, but why is it Tuesday afternoon! Why not Saturday or Sunday? He really wants to watch the game, this is a historic moment!

But he could only wait in the classroom for the bell to ring.

I really want to grow up. When I grow up, I don’t have to go to school, but I can watch Coach Gao’s games!

The crisp bell rang in the campus, and the students who were running around and frolicking returned to their seats one after another, while Lin Yuan was still lying lazily on the desk.

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In the prefab office of Yang Wenlong's football training class, the sound of advertisements came from the TV.

Yang Wenlong was sitting on the leather sofa, beside him were Zhao Ju and Guo Wei.

"This commercial is too long! Now TV stations are going too far for money!" Yang Wenlong complained. It wasn't long before the live broadcast started. Just after playing the video of the national team warming up on the field for a while, the reporters on the scene just finished connecting with the rear studio, and immediately entered the advertising time.

"It's normal for people. The game hasn't started yet." Guo Wei explained next to him.

Zhao Ju also said: "That's right, Director Yang. The more enthusiastic the advertisers are, the higher the popularity of Brother Zheng! Look at the advertisement just now that Brother Zheng endorsed!"

Yang Wenlong glared at him: "What's the use of being popular? The key depends on how well you play!"

Director Zhao was afraid of him, so he shrank his neck and remained silent.

Guo Wei smiled: "Old Yang, don't worry about it, isn't it easy to fight Indonesia?"

Yang Wenlong snorted and said, "If you think like you, you're doomed. The Southeast Asian teams are not easy to play at all. They are short but fast, flexible on their feet, and fast in pace. They are difficult to deal with!"

"Brother Zheng won't make such a low-level mistake..."

"Who's talking about him? I'm talking about those other international players! All of them are not very capable and have a bad temper. Who knows what kind of moths they can make for you?! I really thought it was ten or twenty years. What about the former Chinese team? They don’t take Southeast Asian teams seriously at all... It’s not the case anymore! Don’t look at the second-tier team in this Asian Cup qualifier, but Chinese football has long been the third-rate team in Asia!”

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Fu Bo watched his players in the locker room.

His task is to lead the team to the Asian Cup in Australia in January 2015.

There are only four games left for him.

He must not be a sinner of Chinese football, and he cannot let the Chinese team miss the Asian Cup.

The pressure is not normal.

But when the leaders of the Football Association found him and hoped that he could continue to serve as the head coach of the Chinese team, he did not hesitate.

He knew that he was actually a transitional coach. Originally, he was only supposed to coach this team for eight days, and he would step down after the East Asian Cup. He also knows that the Football Association let him continue to serve as the acting head coach, not because he impressed the leaders with his outstanding performance in the East Asian Cup, but because the Football Association has not yet found a suitable foreign coach.

Then don't think about it so much, just stand on duty for a day in office. He doesn't want his successor to face the embarrassing situation that there will be neither the World Cup nor the Asian Cup when he takes over the team.

He opened his mouth and said:

"We have four games left in the Asian Cup, but these four games are not easy to play. I don't want everyone to think that our opponent today is Indonesia, and think that this game is easy to play. Let me tell you, there is no one A game is easy to play. I think you should have a deep understanding of this sentence... Everyone knows the current situation of Chinese football. I am a transitional coach and have no long-term plans. What will happen to the Chinese team next? In fact, it has nothing to do with me. But I am also a Chinese football player. I hope that Chinese football will be better, and I hope that the performance of the national team will be better. This is not caused by any feelings, but a very simple truth. Everyone You earn a living in this industry, this industry is getting better and better, and the cake you get is getting bigger and bigger, right? So I hope everyone will work hard for your own future..."

This is Gao Zheng's first national team match. He thought he would hear some rhetoric, but he didn't expect the head coach to talk about such a real and practical topic.

But what Coach Fu Bo said makes sense.

Even if it is not for others, but for your own money, you should go all out in the national team competition.

The performance of the national team is good, and the personal image of the players has also been improved. By then, won't various commercial sponsorship contracts come in?

How long has it been since Chinese professional players had no commercial endorsement?

As Chinese football has fallen to the bottom, Chinese players have also become outcasts in the market. No brand wants to be associated with a disreputable Chinese soccer player.

"I believe that many fans and media in China will take the victory over Indonesia for granted. But you have to be clear, that is their opinion. As a person who directly confronts the opponent, no victory is 'for granted'. Go all out , don’t underestimate the enemy, go to the field now!”

Zheng Zhi, the captain of the Chinese team, stood up and slapped his hands vigorously: "Go all out! Go all out!"

The others stood up one after another and followed the captain out of the locker room.

Gao Zheng was among them.

The spikes made a dense and crisp sound on the floor, and everyone filed out and walked towards the court.

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