World Cup of Great Powers

"this..."

Seeing Gao Feng spit out a bunch of red and white stuff, everyone fell silent.

Wang Junsheng's nose tightened, and then he frowned.

He smelled of alcohol.

The next second, he glared at Gao Feng fiercely.

It seems that Gao Feng's matter can't be settled with a fine.

But at this moment, Gao Feng's face turned white from vomiting, how could he care about Wang Junsheng's murderous eyes?

The players stood solemnly around them, focusing on the remaining seven players.

The whistle on the radio continued to sound.

Listening to this desperate whistle, some people started to feel chills in their backs.

Soon, the second eliminated person appeared.

It’s Qu Shengqing!

Although Qu Shengqing has not drunk and is young, because he is also a striker, he usually does not pay much attention to physical training.

In addition, his nickname is "Fat Man", and his fat figure means that he has no advantage at all in the return run.

After failing to step on the line twice in a row, Qu Shengqing stumbled off the field, holding on to the wall and breathing heavily.

"Fat man?"

"real or fake?"

"so tough?"

Several Liaozu players looked in disbelief.

Among the A-A players present, the average age of the Liao Football Team is undoubtedly the youngest, and the Liao Football Team players also take it for granted that they have the strongest physical fitness.

But judging from how out of breath Qu Shengqing was at this moment, if it were them, this test would probably be disastrous.

"Fufufu~~Fuck, fuck!" Qu Shengqing panted for a long time before cursing, "This, this **** is killing me."

Is this going to kill you?

You are just 24 this year, okay?

Is it possible that you also have any unknown hobbies?

After Qu Shengqing, the only people selected by Wang Junsheng were Zhao Junzhe and Wu Chengying, who were gritting their teeth and persisting.

After running for a while, Zeng Zheng suddenly spoke and announced that everyone had just passed the passing mark.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xiaorui's feet trembled, and Zeng Zheng immediately issued a yellow card.

"If you can't hold on to Jianlibao until the end, go back and figure it out yourself!"

Zeng Zheng warned, Zhang Xiaorui and others were so frightened that they hurriedly raised their legs and rushed forward.

As the whistle became more and more urgent, Wu Chengying became the third straggler, and then Zhao Junzhe.

At this point, the four team members selected by Wang Junsheng were all wiped out.

Looking at Zheng Zhi, who was dragging his steps on the field and following Zhang Xiaorui closely, Zeng Zheng's eyes also showed a little more approval.

Seeing that Zheng Zhi's pace was getting slower and slower, and he was almost two positions behind Li Tie, who was ranked first. Zhao Junzhe, who retreated, and the Liao football team members shouted loudly: "Zheng Zhi, come on, Zheng Zhi."

, come on!

"

Soon, cheers were heard everywhere, and other team members began to cheer for Zheng Zhi.

The other players were not surprised that Zhang Xiaorui and others could persist until the end. After all, they were direct descendants of Zeng Zheng, and Zeng Zheng must have led them through similar training before.

But Zheng Zhi is different.

He is neither a direct descendant of Zeng Zheng, nor is he the youngest player on the court.

At this moment, I am still gritting my teeth and insisting on it, all because of the perseverance in my body!

"Zheng Zhi committed a foul!"

Zeng Zheng spoke again.

But this time he didn't play his cards coldly like before, but continued, "Zheng Zhi, close your mouth and breathe through your nose."

"Lift your thighs and let go of your steps!"

"Hold on, hold on, hold on!"

Looking at Zheng Zhi who was almost unable to hold on anymore, and then looking at Zhang Xiaorui who had also been warned but had now adjusted his pace, Wang Junsheng nodded slowly.

It wasn't until today that he realized how big the gap was between these domestic players and Jianlibao led by Zeng Zheng!

Usually we only look at the skills of these players, as well as the passing and receiving cooperation between them.

But after today's comparison, Wang Junsheng realized that in terms of physical strength, everyone in Jianlibao is much better than domestic players.

As the rhythm of the drum beat becomes faster and faster, the interval between the two whistles becomes shorter and shorter.

Looking at the three people who were almost "fused into one" in front of him, Zheng Zhi's eyes began to become blurry.

He felt that no matter how hard he chased, he couldn't catch up.

After several more back and forths, Zheng Zhi, who could no longer hold on, finally stumbled and stopped three meters in front of the starting line when the whistle blew.

"Zheng Zhi was eliminated." Zeng Zheng nodded, "Zheng Zhi's score is pretty good, he is expected to score around 85. If he reaches his level, he will be exempted from the long-distance running test."

"What the hell? You only got 85 points if you persisted until now?"

The crowd exploded.

The team members were noisy.

"Coach Zeng, this is only 85, what is a perfect score?"

"Coach Zeng, is this test too difficult?"

"Coach Zeng..."

"quiet!

"

The team members still wanted to say something, but Wang Junsheng on the side gave a sharp shout, "Go back and watch honestly from the side. Aren't there still three people who haven't finished the race?"

After everyone calmed down, the heart-stirring music and whistles became faster and faster.

The remaining three people also moved faster and faster, not daring to stop at all.

Every whistle sounded like a reminder.

Everyone looked nervous when they heard this, and even their breathing became rapid.

Finally, "Congratulations on passing the test" came from the radio.

"Wow~~~"

Everyone at the scene breathed a sigh of relief. Many people's chests and backs were already soaked with sweat.

"Fuck, I'm tired, I'm exhausted!" Zhang Xiaorui held Li Tie's shoulder with one hand and stood there breathing heavily.

"Okay, I haven't done this for a long time. It's really, really impossible!"

Li Weifeng is not much better.

Although he is not as embarrassed as Zhang Xiaorui, it can be seen from his suppressed red face that this kid is almost on the verge of collapse.

Only Li Tie seemed to be fine, his face was not red, his heart was not beating, and it looked like he would be fine for a few more laps.

"Damn it, is this 2,200 meters so long?"

"It feels like I haven't been running very long. I had to stand around waiting for the whistle for quite a long time, wasn't it? Why has there been such a big change all of a sudden?"

"Is this thing so outrageous?"

"I heard that foreigners use this test, no wonder they have such good physical strength!"

After witnessing the power of the yoyo physical test, everyone looked at Li Tie, who looked rich, and couldn't help but sigh: "Good guy, how did this kid practice? He's so bad!"

"How's it going? Bamboo mat, isn't my method good?"

Wang Junsheng frowned at this moment, but started to excuse the players: "Let me think about it."

"Xiao Zeng, don't you think this test is too difficult?"

"Difficult? My Jianlibao team members can all run down!" After Zeng Zheng finished speaking, he waved his hand, "Zhang Ran, Li Jian, Huang Yong, Wang Lei, you guys come out!"

Whoosh!

Among the crowd, several Jianlibao players stood out quickly and their names were called.

"You four, do you have the confidence to run down here?"

"Yes!" Several people stood at attention and looked like they were ready to start at any time.

Now Wang Junsheng remained silent.

Zeng Zheng hit the track while it was hot, "Bamboo mat, I can guarantee that even if these brats run for 12 minutes, they will still get a perfect score of 3300. How about we make a bet..."

"Okay, okay, no need, I believe you." Wang Junsheng nodded, "I'll think about this first. Others, just go and do what you have to do! Xiao Zeng, come with me."

After watching Zeng Zheng and Wang Junsheng leave, these A-A and B-level players finally couldn't help but start whispering.

"Is this thing so tiring? I'm not that tired after running 2200 meters!"

"No, I have to find a chance to test it! Don't throw up when the time comes, that would be really embarrassing!"

"Maybe it will be changed to this thing in the future!"

"And look at Coach Zeng's attitude, it seems like all Jianlibao can finish the race, we can't lose to them!"

"Speaking of it, this thing is indeed more technical than the 12-minute run, but I don't know how it will be in actual combat."

...

Follow Wang Junsheng back to the office.

As soon as the door closed, Zeng Zheng sat down on the chair proudly.

"How about it, Uncle Wang, isn't this much more challenging than running in 12 minutes?"

"If we use this this year, I guarantee that half of the people will not pass!"

"Xiao Zeng, you really think we like carders!" Wang Junsheng rolled his eyes, "If half of the people really fail the test, do you think the league will start this year? How will it start?"

"You are just standing and talking without pain in your back!"

Seeing Wang Junsheng's objection, Zeng Zheng said quickly, "Uncle Wang, this thing is not like long-distance running. If you can't run, you can't run. There are skills in this, and you can run down with reasonable training! And you have also seen that running down

It will also be of great help in improving the players’ physical fitness on the field!”

"Okay, I understand, let's discuss this matter later. Even if we change the physical test to this, it will have to be next year!" Wang Junsheng waved his hand and pulled out a document from under the table.

"Xiao Zeng, I'm looking for you today because I have something else to do."

Looking at the documents handed over by Wang Junsheng, Zeng Zheng frowned.

"Uncle Wang, this is different from what we promised!"

“Didn’t Coach Zhu lead the World Youth Championship?”

"Why did you put it on me again?"

"Then do you still want to bring it to the Olympics?"

Wang Junsheng spread his hands.

"Take it! Grab it with both hands, there will be no conflict with either one!" Wang Junsheng answered neatly.

"This is Coach Zhu asking you to assist by name!"

"You and Coach Zhu work together so well. We even finished eighth in the last World Youth Championship. Who do you think I will send if I don't send you two this time?"

"No way!" Zeng Zheng quickly excused himself, "I've always found time to take care of the National Olympics, and the A-B games are about to start, so I can't leave the club either!"

[To be honest, I have been using the Huanyuan app recently to read and catch up on updates. It allows me to switch between sources and read aloud with many sounds. .huanyuanapp is available for Android and Apple.]

"Aren't Ng Dinh Thuy and Lee Jo Che both working as assistant coaches under you? Then you can arrange some tactics for the team and let them watch. Are you afraid that the team will lose?"

Ngo Dinh Swe and Lee Joo-che are both former national players and have served as Langer's coaches respectively.

When he took over Langer this time, Zeng Zheng, the two coaches, also invited him back as assistant coaches.

Hearing Wang Junsheng speak so easily, Zeng Zheng still shook his head like a rattle.

"No, no, Uncle Wang, do you really think I am Zhuge Liang? Can you win with just a few tricks?"

"And the top players on my team are either from the National Youth Team or the National Olympic Games. Once they leave, they will become most of the main players."

"If I fail to hit the A-level this season just because of my mistakes in these few games, will it be yours or mine?"

"No, no, I won't go to the World Youth Championship even if you kill me!"

Seeing Zeng Zheng waving his hands desperately, Wang Junsheng could only enlarge his moves.

"No matter what, the matter is settled!"

"And it was Lao Xu who asked you to participate in the youth competition. If you don't want to go, you have to go!"

"As for the league, you don't have to worry."

"Since it's the World Youth Championship, what are you afraid of if A and B give way?"

"When the time comes, just feel free to bring someone over to kick!"

"Don't forget, Lao Xu and I are waiting for you to come back with a better ranking!"

After saying that, Wang Junsheng raised his eyebrows.

"How much pressure Lao Xu can take away depends on your results in this World Youth Championship!"

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