The Midfield Master

The training of the national team is different from that of the club. It is more about some tactical training for the opponents, such as corner kick tactics, offensive tactics and so on.

Since the time for the national team to run-in is usually only a few days, the communication between the players is extremely important.

Fortunately, Xia Ze and Zhang Wei are not introverts, and they can communicate with teammates frequently during training, and quickly integrated into the team.

This game is the last group match of the Asian Cup qualifiers. Both China and Iraq have already qualified ahead of schedule, so there is no pressure on both sides to compete.

In this national team training list, Fu Bo recruited many newcomers, including Xia Ze and other four players who had never shown their faces in the Chinese Super League.

Xia Ze was assigned to the substitute group during the training, and had a group confrontation with the main group where captain Zheng Zhi was.

He discovered during training that although Zheng Zhi is 33 years old, his control of the ball and his overall view on the court can completely gain a foothold in the Portuguese Super League.

Wu Lei and Zhang Linpeng have the strength to gain a foothold in the European League, and Xia Ze admires their technical and tactical abilities in training.

Although the national team's performance in recent years has been very poor, the World Cup qualifiers are often eliminated within two rounds, and the Asian Cup group stage has no way to qualify. Last summer's loss to Thailand became the trough of Chinese football.

But Xia Ze saw hope from this group of teammates. In addition to Wu Lei and Zhang Linpeng, the strength shown by Huang Bowen, Zhang Xizhe, and Yu Dabao also made Xia Ze feel confident.

"I want to help the national team enter the World Cup!" This vow has been planted in his heart since he played football. Now being selected for the national team is just the first step in fulfilling the vow!

In fact, in the eyes of the national team's coaching staff and teammates, Xia Ze, Zhang Wei, and Gao Bo's talents and strengths surprised them even more.

You must know that these three people are only 18 or 9 years old, and they have played in the professional league for only half a year, but they have a place in the European league.

In Fu Bo's eyes, they represent the future of Chinese football.

As for whether Chinese football can rise as the Western media claims, there is still a long way to go. At least for now, there is a problem in front of Fu Bo.

After the training, Fu Bo pulled Xia Ze and Zhang Wei aside and talked in a low voice.

The other players thought it was an ordinary communication between the head coach and the newly selected players, so they didn't bother.

"Xia Ze, Zhang Wei, I can see that you and Ai Huang seem to have some conflicts." Fu Bo went straight to the point without detours.

Both Xia Ze and Zhang Wei were slightly taken aback, and looked at each other, both of them had some hesitation on their faces.

They didn't expect Fu Bo to discover the strangeness among the three so quickly, but they didn't intend to hide it, so under Xia Ze and Zhang Wei's narration, Fu Bo quickly figured out the matter.

He frowned, and after thinking for a while, he said: "The way you handled this matter is very immature."

Xia Ze and Zhang Wei showed a hint of surprise on their faces, Fu Bo glanced at them and continued:

"Of course Ai Huang did something very wrong, but as compatriots, you are targeting each other in the derby. If the media catches you, they will say that the players of our Chinese team are not united, and it will affect our Chinese team at that time. reputation."

Fu Bo paused and continued:

"As a professional player, I hope you can behave more professionally on the field and don't do things that damage the team because of some personal grievances. This is what I told you from my elders."

Hearing what he said, Xia Ze felt a little ashamed in his heart.

"However, as the head coach of the national team, I have to tell you that our Chinese fans have been heartbroken because of the national team, and we can no longer squander their support. All your actions must be worthy of the red shirt on your body." Robe, this represents the honor of the country!"

At the end of Fu Bo's speech, his eyes were firm and his tone was passionate.

"Be worthy of the red shirt on your body!"

this sentence,

Hovering in Xia Ze's mind all the time, I have longed to enter the national team since I was a child, didn't I just want to lead the rise of Chinese football? In the final analysis, it is out of love for this country.

Thinking of this, he felt a burst of heat spreading from his chest to his whole body, and bursts of ambition ignited in his heart.

"I hope that when you are in the national team training, you can put aside all the previous personal grievances, for the sake of wearing this red jersey." Fu Bo finally softened his tone.

"Yes, coach, I understand." Xia Ze's tone was firm and unwavering.

"I know too." Zhang Wei looked at Xia Ze's expression, and hurriedly said.

"Well, that's it." Fu Bo nodded in satisfaction, turned and left.

...

Two days later, on March 5, at the Qatar National Stadium, the final round of the Asian Cup qualifiers between Iraq and the Chinese team kicked off. Clash in A-level matches.

Xia Ze and several other players who were newly selected for the national team did not enter the starting lineup, but sat on the bench.

Although there was no pressure on performance in this competition, Fu Bo still seemed unwilling to take any risks.

In the locker room, Xia Ze and Zhang Wei were sitting next to each other, lowering their heads and arranging their equipment.

When Xia Ze was about to take down the jersey hanging from the wall, his hand towards the national team jersey trembled slightly. Looking at the red No. 21 jersey in front of him, Xia Ze felt that his dream was within reach.

When he was a child, his father said that his failure to be selected for the national team was the biggest regret in his career.

Now I did it, I helped you fulfill this wish, you see, Dad?

Xia Ze looked at this national team jersey that belonged to him, but his thoughts drifted to that afternoon many years ago, when he was sitting on his father's shoulders...

"Xiao Ze, what's the matter with you?" Zhang Wei asked with concern when he saw Xia Zeding standing beside him.

"Oh, it's nothing." Xia Ze woke up from his contemplation, quickly took off the jersey, and put it on his head.

"Ozawa, that..."

"What's wrong?"

"You haven't taken off your coat yet."

"Oh, forgot."

"..."

"Good evening, all viewers. Welcome to the final round of the Asian Cup qualifier group stage broadcast live by CCTV Sports Channel. The Chinese team will face Iraq on the road. I am Liu Jianhong." Broadcasting in CCTV Underpants Building In the room, Liu Jianhong was sitting in front of the broadcasting station, commenting on the game.

For him today, commenting on the Chinese team's game is easier than ever before, because the national football team has already broken through the group, and this game has also become a battle of training.

"Okay, the referee blew the whistle and the game started. The Iraqi team took the lead. The starting lineup of the Chinese team today is..."

Liu Jianhong's relaxed and cheerful voice came from the TV...

"For the national football squad this time, Fu Bo has recruited six players who have played in Europe for the first time. Among them, Wu Lei and Zhang Linpeng have already occupied the main positions in this national team, and they also started today. The other four are only a few. Young players up to the age of 20 have also been selected for the national team because of their outstanding performance in the European League, and I believe many fans know their names."

"However, these four young players are all sitting on the bench today. It seems that Fu Bo has made a relatively safe plan. I believe that in the second half of the game, they should have the opportunity to represent the national team for the first time."

"It's a pity that there are only three substitutions in this game. Some of the four of them are destined to not get the chance to play. But they are still young, as long as they wait patiently, the chance to play for the country will definitely come."

...

Sitting on the bench, Xia Ze watched his teammates and opponents deal with each other. The cheering voices of "Team China, come on!" from the sparsely spectator stands still made him feel excited.

In the first half, the Chinese team and the Iraqi team had mutual offense and defense, each scored a goal, and the battle was tied 1-1. After the intermission, Fu Bo asked Xia Ze and the other four to warm up.

"Hey, the players of the Chinese team are warming up on the sidelines. Oh, they are Xia Ze, Zhang Wei, Gao Bo and Ai Huang. It seems that Fu Bo is ready to let them play."

"But look at Iraq's attack this time, the Chinese team's defender made a mistake..."

"The striker of the Iraqi team got a one-handed chance, it's dangerous..."

"Zeng Cheng attacked and couldn't block the ball. The Chinese team fell behind again at the beginning of the second half."

While Xia Ze and the others were warming up, the Chinese team was once again broken by the Iraqi team and fell behind 1-2.

Five minutes later, Xia Ze and the others returned from warming up and looked at Fu Bo nervously. This time Fu Bo will decide who among the four of them will be given the first substitution.

Fu Bo glanced at the four of them, then his eyes fell on Gao Bo, and then on Xia Ze: "Gao Bo, Xia Ze, you two are ready to play."

When Fu Bo said his name, Xia Ze's heart skipped a beat, knowing that his dream of playing for the country must come true here.

And this is an order in the face of danger, although the outcome of this game is not important.

Zhang Wei and Ai Huang had already sat back on the bench at this time, Zhang Wei's expression didn't matter, because brother Xia Ze had always been one step ahead of him, if he didn't get the chance to play this time, he would wait for the next time.

But Ai Huang on the side looked at Xia Ze and Gao Bo with a gloomy expression, feeling secretly unhappy:

"Why did the two of them get a chance? How is Lao Tzu worse than them? Now that the game is behind, it is time to break through from the side..."

Although he was expressing dissatisfaction in his heart, he didn't dare to show it too clearly. After staring at Xia Ze and the others for a while, he turned his eyes back to the competition field.

"Remember, we don't have any pressure in this game. After we get on the court, we can play as we want." Fu Bo whispered beside the two of them.

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