World Cup of Great Powers

"Beep!!!"

A whistle sounded.

Before Zeng Zheng could say anything, all the Jianlibao players rushed onto the court like a swarm.

Before Li Jian could stand up in front of the door, he was overwhelmed by the Jianlibao army.

The French players stood on the court with a blank look on their faces.

Looking at the Jianlibao team members celebrating wildly, they seemed at a loss and didn't know what to do.

Ten minutes ago, they were discussing with each other which nightclub they should go to to enjoy life after winning;

Five minutes ago, they were sullenly preparing to give their opponents a good look;

A minute ago, they were nervously praying to God.

But now, the electors from the East are ruthlessly crushing their faith.

After all, the God of the West cannot decide the fate of the people of the East.

Li Jian, who pounced to the left four times in a row, suddenly pounced in the opposite direction during the last penalty kick.

He blocked Saha's push shot in front of the goal.

The French team, which wanted to drag the penalty shootout into a life-and-death round a second ago, just missed the Toulon Cup final.

Saha froze on the spot.

He couldn't accept what happened in the last few minutes.

Obviously the French team was the Toulon Cup champion last year.

This year's French team is the host country of the World Cup, so it should defend the championship.

Chinese team?

Who knows which Chinese team is being invited again after fifteen years?

But it was such an unknown team that eliminated the powerful host country.

Such a result.

Not only the players couldn't accept it, but even the fans on the sidelines were shocked.

"Dawson, am I right? Did the Chinese team really win?"

"Yes, I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but it just happened."

"What the hell is going on? We obviously have the advantage all the time!"

"But this is football. Whoever has the advantage is not the winner. The one who laughs at the end is the winner. Obviously, the French team underestimated the enemy."

Dawson revealed the biggest reason for the French team's defeat today.

After taking the lead twice, they failed to take advantage of the victory and pursue another victory. In the end, the Chinese team seized the opportunity to complete the victory.

There are countless such examples in the football world.

Even though there are countless vivid examples of predecessors out there, there are still many who do not regret it and repeat the same mistakes.

After seeing Saha miss a point, DeVita turned around and left the court with a dark face.

Malan looked at her "little nephew" from a distance, thought about it, and turned around to comfort her best friend first.

The Jianlibao players lifted Li Jian high and threw him in the air.

Although he is less than 1.8 meters tall, Li Jian is the most dazzling giant on the court at this time.

"Mr. Charles, I..."

As soon as Zhu Guanghu extended his hand, French coach Charles left the sidelines without looking back.

The head coach Jianlibao, who was left standing there, shrugged.

He didn't speak English very well anyway, so the other team's head coach left the game in a hurry so he didn't have to be polite to him.

...

As usual, Li Hui and Liu Zhicai organized the players to leave the field, Zhu Guanghu went to answer reporters' questions, and Zeng Zheng stayed on the sidelines to deal with scouts and second-hand dealers from all over the world.

There is no first-come, first-served basis when it comes to buying and selling players.

The person who hands over the business card first may be casting a net to catch fish, and is not careful about meat and vegetables;

The ones who handed over their business cards last were often big teams, many of them wealthy.

At this point in the Toulon Cup competition, Jianlibao has already secured a spot in the finals.

If you don’t select players from the final teams, why don’t you select from the teams that were eliminated in the group stage?

So as soon as the game ended, these scouts who had been looking for good news swarmed around Zeng Zheng.

They wanted to talk to the players alone.

But Jianlibao is very tight-lipped, and the language barrier is a big problem.

In desperation, these people had no choice but to show their own signs, hoping to gain Zeng Zheng's "favor".

"Milan, Inter Milan, Lyon, Hamburg...tsk, tsk, tsk, they have quite a lot of backgrounds!"

Looking at each of the flashy business cards, Zeng Zheng was also trying to identify them.

Like this guy who handed over "Real Madrid xxxx scout".

Looking at his shabby appearance, Zeng Zheng knew that he was not "genuine"!

There is no guarantee what kind of agency this "xxxx" is, just like the layers of subcontracting in China.

The work of scouting is also delegated to all levels.

Even though some people have the reputation of a big club, they might just be a little loser who can't even get through the gate of the youth training camp!

So when Zeng Zheng faced these business cards, he could only accept them all and then slowly select them afterwards.

After collecting more than a dozen business cards, Zeng Zheng was about to leave when he suddenly heard a familiar greeting.

"Zeng, long time no see."

When I looked up, I saw a foreigner with sinister features and stern eyes, who looked very much like Captain Jia of the underground transportation station, standing in front of me.

It's none other than old "friend" Santos.

When he was in Brazil, the Portuguese was a player dealer, and he had several experiences of trying to take advantage of Jianlibao players.

Of course, with Jianlibao’s “closed management”, it’s useless for anyone to come!

At the beginning, even Sao Paulo personally sent people to recruit Jianlibao players to "work" in the second team, but nothing happened. The Portuguese, who had been buying and selling, and opportunistic, naturally did not get any benefits from Jianlibao.

"Isn't this Santos! Where did you get rich recently?"

Zeng Zheng walked forward in a friendly manner and gave the other party a brief hug.

Although I don't like the opponent's behavior of often cheating the team members, after all, they are old acquaintances, so the superficial respect is acceptable.

"Zeng, what's the situation now? These Chinese players are free? With such a good thing, why don't you take care of your acquaintances?"

Santos looked familiar and stepped forward to hug Zeng Zheng's neck.

Zeng Zheng has received so many business cards and phone calls these days. With Santos' ability, it is not difficult to find out that Zeng Zheng is bargaining with some people.

If you think about it carefully, you can guess that these players have passed the "novice protection period".

"Sorry, these players still have no plans to go abroad. After they graduate, they must play in China for at least a while."

"Don't be so stubborn! There are so many players who always want to go out and experience things. When they want to leave, you can't stop them, right?"

Before Zeng Zheng could speak, Santos continued.

"Zeng, but don't get me wrong. I'm not here to buy players from you this time."

"Oh? Then you are..."

"Zeng, I came here for you!"

Seeing Santos' serious look, Zeng Zheng first pointed to his chest, and then couldn't help laughing.

"Stop talking nonsense! It's okay for me to talk about theory in these two moments! Although I'm not 30 years old yet, I dare say that even the fifth-level league in Brazil won't want me!"

"Zeng, what I want is your theory!" Santos said suddenly.

"What?"

"Zeng, don't you want to go abroad to be a coach?"

Seeing Zeng Zheng stunned, Santos showed a proud expression on his face.

Who is a football player from a third world country like Zeng Zheng who wouldn’t want to go out and see the world?

"There is a Serie A club that is very interested in you after reading your resume, and these Toulon Cup games also proved your ability."

Having said this, Santos paused.

"It is currently very difficult for their team to play in Serie A. The club president is planning to hire a young, energetic and cheap coach..."

"stop!"

Zeng Zheng suddenly raised his hand and covered Santos' mouth.

"Sorry, I have no idea of ​​going to teach abroad at the moment. Thank you for your kindness!"

Upon hearing Zeng Zheng's answer, Santos's voice immediately rose an octave higher.

"Hey! Zeng, that's a Serie A team!"