World Cup of Great Powers

Speaking of which, Gao Hongbo was born at the wrong time.

If you don't see Gao Hongbo's name on this year's transfer list, you know he has really retired.

In Zeng Zheng's view, after the self-contained ban, Gao Hongbo is the only Chinese player worthy of being called a star.

Due to his congenital physical condition, Gao Hongbo is not that tall and mighty in appearance.

Even so, he still scored all the goals for the China Youth Team that year and repeatedly won the Golden Boot in the country.

He originally had a good career in Singapore, but because of Guoan's needs, he resolutely returned to China and helped Guoan win the league runner-up in 1995;

Since Jin Zhiyang did not let him play the main force, he was ready to go to a foreign land. However, due to the sincerity of the fans in Beijing, he finally stayed again;

After the 1996 season, he joined Songri because of Xu Hebao. In order to repay Bao Zhiyu's kindness, he went south to Guangzhou and led a group of young players to save Hebao from dire straits and fight back to Class A;

Afterwards, his strong local feelings made him seek to return to Guoan again, but Guoan closed the door to him at this time. In desperation, he had to stay in Songri and became a meritorious figure in Songri's take-off in 1998;

At this time, his father was seriously ill. As a filial son, Hong Bo made up his mind to return to the capital to take care of his father.

However, Guoan's door was still closed, and Kuanli was unable to purchase it due to financial reasons. Gao Hongbo could only choose to retire early to fulfill his filial piety.

"Brother Gao, have you thought about what you will do in the future after you retire?" Zeng Zheng suddenly asked after chatting with Gao Hongbo for a long time.

"I have no idea yet." Gao Hongbo scratched his head, "Coach Zeng, you have also seen that my dad's body..."

"I know, I know, filial piety comes first! Treating the elderly is the first priority."

Zeng Zheng nodded, then took out an envelope from his arms, "Brother Gao, this is a little thought of mine. It's not much, just buy some supplements for the old man."

"Hey, hey? How can this be done? It can't be done, it can't be done!" Gao Hongbo quickly pushed back when he saw this, "Although I have retired, I still have some savings."

Just as the two were tearing it up, an old voice sounded next to their ears.

"Xiao Bo, after all, this is Coach Zeng's wish, so let's just accept it."

"Dad, you..."

Seeing the old man walking tremblingly from the bedroom to the living room on crutches, Gao Hongbo quickly stepped forward to help.

Seeing this, Zeng Zheng took a step forward and said, "Old man, you are in good spirits!"

"It's not all thanks to Coach Zeng. Once I see the national team winning, this is more effective than any other medicine."

"Haha, I heard what the old man said, if there is another competition next year, then I will definitely win a few more games!"

"Okay, then I'll wait in front of the TV!"

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Zeng Zheng looked at the time on his wrist and chose to leave.

"Xiaobo, send Coach Zeng off quickly."

After sending Zeng Zheng out of the building, Mr. Gao let out a long breath and sat down on the sofa.

"Dad, how are you? I'd better send you back to the bedroom to lie down!"

"No, no, it's okay if I come out for some air."

Mr. Gao turned his face, looked at the filial Gao Hongbo under his knees, and said earnestly: "Xiaobo, Coach Zeng is the only one who still thinks about you after you retire."

"When I feel better in a while, you can go to his place and see if there is anything you can do to help."

...

As spring training was approaching, Zeng Zheng issued a gathering order after New Year's Day.

On January 7, all members of the Harbin Jianglong Team, including two foreign players, gathered in place for the first time.

"Oh my God, Zeng, you never told me it was so cold here! Tell me, isn't this really Iceland?"

Careka was bundled up like a brown bear, hopping in the cold wind.

"How do you play football in this venue?"

"It's like being on ice! There's never been a venue like this in Brazil or Europe!"

The venue Zeng Zheng rented was the HLJ Provincial Stadium.

The stadium covers an area of ​​​​square meters, and there is an 8-lane 400-meter circular track on the outer circle. In the center of the venue is a standard football field of 8,000 square meters.

But the stadium had already turned completely white due to the heavy snow.

He kicked the snow aside with his feet, and what was exposed was not a single piece of grass, but only frozen soil.

According to Zeng Zheng’s original thoughts.

Once the snow is cleared, kick it on the ground to exercise everyone.

But after he felt the hardness of the frozen soil, he gave up the plan.

Don't miss out on training and injure your own players first.

These people are all "babys".

"The stadium is still under renovation. It will be completely new when we come back from Kunming. You don't need to worry about this."

Zeng Zheng waved his hand and motioned for Careka to return to the team first.

"But the stadium can be renovated, but I can't decide the weather."

"My request to you is that you must adapt if you can adapt, and you must adapt if you cannot adapt!"

"This is your home court!"

"It will also be the most terrifying away game for all your opponents in the future!"

"I don't allow you to be unable to adapt to your home court. Do you understand?"

"I understand!!!" The team members said in unison.

"Okay, there are no training tasks for these two days. I will show you the dormitory and the home court. You will familiarize yourself with the rest. In three days, we will have a meeting ceremony with the fans here. Don't forget it.

"

Except for the two foreign players, everyone else nodded seriously.

In the words of Zeng Zheng.

If the weather in Harbin is suitable, then the venues in other places across the country are similar.

Cold and hot are different.

Heat can make you mentally exhausted at best, but cold can kill you!

"Mr. Zeng, are there really fans in such a cold place to watch the game?"

Deco asked the question he had always wanted to ask.

Except for the rostrum, the rest of the stands of the Provincial Stadium are made of concrete pillars.

Even in the summer, fans still have to pull out their buttocks after sitting there for more than ten minutes.

"Deco, your mission is to play well and compete well." Zeng Zheng looked serious.

"As long as you can score goals, more fans will come to support you."

"Well, I hope so!"

Looking at the white snow in the sky, Deco once again felt like he was on a pirate ship.

...

As the sun set, at the counter at the door of the Hengsang Buying Company, Old Liu was holding a newspaper and reading the news boredly.

"dad!!!"

Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.

As soon as Old Liu raised his head, the door of Cangmai was pushed open from the outside, and a figure rushed in like a raging wind.

"Why are you running? Aren't you afraid of falling? Hurry up and close the door. The heat in the room has made you let it out!"

Xiao Liu returned the door and rushed to the counter impatiently.

"Dad, I saw it! I saw our new football team!"

"The new football team?" Lao Liu yawned, "Lange can't even afford to play. Is there really someone who is not afraid of death who dares to come to our place?"

"Yes, it's at the Physical Education College! I heard that their dormitory is there, and they are currently playing games with college students on the playground!"

"Oh, it's good to play with college students."

"Dad, you didn't have this attitude before. Why don't you go and take a look? I remember you never failed in a Lange game before!"

"Adults are very busy, how can they have so much time!" Lao Liu was bored.

Although there has been news in the past few days that there is indeed a team taking over Langer, no one can say for sure until they meet the person.

Harbin is a place with cold weather and a backward economy.

Except for local companies that are passionate about football, how can teams from other places come here?

So no matter how hyped it is in newspapers and TV, most HEB citizens still don't believe it until they see the team with their own eyes.

"Dad, I seem to have seen that head coach somewhere, and he's quite young."

Seeing that Old Liu was not interested, Xiao Liu tilted his head and started thinking.

"Eh? Where is it?"

"Yes...eh???"

"Dad, that's him! I saw it, then he's the head coach!"

Following his son's fingers, Old Liu turned over the newspaper.

It was the photo of the national team winning the Asian Games gold medal.

Xiao Liu pointed at Zeng Zheng, who was surrounded by the players and said: "Dad, this is the uncle who will join the new team!"

"He is..." Lao Liu was stunned for a moment.

"It turns out he is the amazing coach of the national team! No wonder it looks familiar! Dad, dad?"

"Er, Ergou, you, what you said is true, is it true? Really, is it really Coach Zeng?"

"That's right, Dad, I can't get it wrong! They all wear the same sunglasses!"

...

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

"Hello!!"

"Old Wang, have you heard?"

There was a "bang" sound, and the door of the grain and oil store next to Cangmai was pushed open with a palm.

"Lao Wang, the coach of our new team..."

"Old Liu, what's going on? Why are you so excited?" Fatty Wang from the grain and oil store straightened up, holding a funnel for mixing wine in his hand.

"I know, Lange changed hands and left."

"The new team is not from our local area, so I have..."

"The new head coach of the team is Zeng Zheng!"

"Huh?"

"It's Zeng Zheng! That amazing coach! Coach Zeng who led the national team to the World Cup and just led the team to win the Asian Games championship! He led the team to Harbin!!!"

"Bang!" The funnel fell onto the floor full of flour.

Fatty Wang didn't notice at all.

"You...are you telling the truth?"

"Of course it's true! My son just saw it with his own eyes!"

"Then what are you waiting for!!!" Fatty Wang took off the Wei skirt around his waist, "Do Lao Zhao and Lao Chen know?"

"I don't know yet."

"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and call them together!"

"Um!"

...

When this entertaining football match entered the second half, the playground of Harbin Institute of Physical Education was already crowded with people.

There are students, teachers, residents around the college, and citizens who come here because of its reputation.

Old Liu and Fatty Wang came to the highest place in the stands and raised their feet to take a look.

"Old Liu, it's really Coach Zeng! Look! Isn't the person dribbling the ball on the court Zhang Xiaorui?"

"I told you a long time ago and you still don't believe me!"

"Oh my god, Coach Zeng really brought Jianlibao to our place? There are so many good places to go to, but he came to this poor place like ours. What are they trying to do?"

"Poverty alleviation through technology! Just like when we went to the countryside back then!"

The faces of the men, women, and children around the stadium were all excited.

"Zhang Xiaorui!"

"Li Jinyu!"

"Lee Iron!"

The fans shouted the names of every star they knew.

Whenever a goal is scored, the fans burst into cheers that echo through the sky.

Gradually, Lao Liu and others no longer suspected and complained, integrated into the fans, and began to cheer for the players on the field.

Looking at the fans all over the mountains and plains, Zeng Zheng couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

The weather in Harbin is cold, but the fans' hearts are always warm.

With such a support rate, are you still worried that the team will be unhappy?