Chapter 122 Kung Fu

"Zhang Jun rushed up and stole the ball from Rafael van der Vaart! Before anyone realized what was happening, he charged forward with the ball!"

Normally, when the commentator said this, Zhang Jun would have been ten meters ahead. But today was different. The standing water and slippery ground made it difficult for him to control the ball's movement. He couldn't accelerate his dribbling speed.

Van der Vaart turned back to chase the ball, and someone else rushed up from the front, forming a converging encirclement.

Zhang Jun wasn't willing to give up possession so easily. He wanted to look up and find a teammate, but instead, he saw many players wearing Ajax's red and white jerseys. Had he been surrounded so quickly? As expected of Ajax.

But Zhang Jun didn't plan to give up. He spotted a gap, just wide enough for one person to squeeze through, and forcefully kicked the ball in that direction! Fortunately, the ball didn't hit anyone and passed through!

He then crouched down, intending to follow the ball, but as soon as he started, he suddenly felt someone grabbing his body, and he couldn't exert any force. Then, the opponent quickly let go, Zhang Jun's feet slipped, and he fell to the ground!

He expected to hear the whistle, but the referee didn't signal anything, and Ajax launched a counterattack!

"Oh! Zhang Jun lost control of the ball under pressure!"

Lost control, my ass! Zhang Jun angrily hit the ground, splashing water everywhere. The geothermal heating had melted all the snow into water, but it couldn't drain away in time. It would have been better not to turn it on!

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The ground was fair to both sides. Ajax had just launched an attack when their captain, Van der Vaart, slipped and fell without any pressure, and the ball was naturally lost.

For the next ten minutes, neither side managed a threatening shot. Most of the time, they competed to see who could make the most ridiculous and inexplicable mistake. Water, snow, and mud mixed together, and soon their jerseys were covered in mud, making it impossible to see their original colors.

Misha Salden carefully stopped the ball. He moved very slowly, but the Ajax defender was even slower, afraid of overrunning, so he tapped the ground with his toes, adjusting his steps as he approached. He looked like he was dancing ballet.

Salden naturally wouldn't let the opponent succeed. While the opponent was still adjusting, he passed the ball straight ahead, putting all his strength into it, afraid that it wouldn't be enough. He was too weak to maintain his balance and fell to the ground after passing.

The snow was falling harder and harder. It was like playing soccer on ice.

Zhang Jun only ran after Salden passed the ball, afraid of being offside. Shooting and passing on this kind of field couldn't be judged by common sense. This was Zhang Jun's conclusion after being called offside three times in a row at the beginning.

Since he was running forward and the opposing defender had to turn around to chase him, this made a decisive difference on the slippery ground. The defender's feet slipped, and he fell to the ground, while Zhang Jun successfully caught up with the ball, a one-on-one!

The goalkeeper rushed out, wondering how Zhang Jun would shoot.

As soon as Zhang Jun saw the goalkeeper coming out, he didn't have time to make any adjustments, so he shot without stopping the ball!

But in this situation, many things couldn't be judged by common sense. Usually, his left foot, as the supporting foot, would be behind him, stabilizing his upper body, and his right leg would swing out to curl the ball into the near corner, bypassing the rushing goalkeeper. But now, Zhang Jun's left foot didn't stick to the ground at all, and his body was lifted up by the force of his right leg swinging out, causing him to fall flat on his back. Naturally, he didn't hit the ball, and the goalkeeper picked up the loose ball.

A burst of good-natured laughter rang out from the stands, as well as relief that Ajax had narrowly escaped.

After Zhang Jun fell, Adriaanse tilted his head back and smiled wryly at Steer, "God is fair."

Ajax's goalkeeper, Bogdan Lobont, kindly helped Zhang Jun up and patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

Zhang Jun helplessly shook his head and smiled at Lobont, "God helped me at first, but then changed his mind and went to help you. This weather!" After being tormented by this field for the nth time, he had no temper left and could only make a joke to laugh at himself – that fall was really embarrassing.

As the snow fell harder and harder, snow finally began to accumulate on the field with its geothermal system running.

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When Basten and his national team assistant rushed to the stadium, the game had already started for almost thirty minutes.

"This damn weather! The traffic jam lasted so long!" Basten cursed the terrible weather and terrible traffic, then stomped the mud off his shoes and entered the warm box. He shook his head again to shake off the snow. It had only taken him less than ten minutes to walk from the parking lot to the stadium, but he was already covered in snow. One could imagine how hard it was snowing. What about the people playing on the field?

Basten took off his trench coat and hung it on the hanger, then looked up at the field.

Wow! So much snow!

That was his first thought. Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, he could only see snow everywhere. The red soccer ball was still conspicuous in the snow, but he couldn't tell whether the players kicking it around were Ajax or Volendam players.

The assistant turned on the large-screen color TV in the box. They were here to scout several Dutch national team players from Ajax, not to admire the snowy scenery. It was hard to see on the field, so they had to rely on television broadcasts to understand the situation.

It didn't seem this snowy outside just now. How did it look so different from a different angle? Basten sat down in the chair and asked his assistant, "Do you know the score?"

"1:0, Ajax is temporarily in the lead. The goal was scored by... Patrick Leeflang."

"Patrick?" Basten wondered, there didn't seem to be such a name in the Ajax team.

"Yeah, it was an own goal by Volendam."

"Oh." Basten didn't say anything and concentrated on watching TV.

"Now the snow is getting heavier and heavier, and it's becoming increasingly difficult for the players to move on the field! So... look, Ajax makes a voluntary mistake. Wesley Sneijder slipped while passing the ball, so he didn't even touch it and fell down himself. Volendam's Heuvel gets the ball, and he struggles to dribble forward in the snow!"

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Heuvel felt that every step was difficult. The soccer ball picked up snow as it rolled, becoming a snowball and extremely heavy.

Zhang Jun was alone in front, and it was hard to see clearly in the wind and snow, but Heuvel was sure that the person reaching for the ball must be Zhang Jun. Seeing the defender gradually closing in, he quickly used all his strength to pass the ball out.

Zhang Jun received the ball. He tried to turn around, but he fell to the ground under the defender's interference. The referee blew his whistle and called a foul on Ajax's defender Hatem Trabelsi.

A direct free kick twenty-two meters from the goal, but the weather made it difficult to kick well.

The wall slowly formed, and Zhang Jun didn't rush to kick it. He first knocked the snow off the soccer ball and then cleared the snow around the ball, revealing the green grass.

After finishing all this, he stood up and backed away, preparing to take the free kick.

Seeing Zhang Jun's meticulous preparations, the Ajax wall became a little nervous. They originally thought that it would be difficult to kick a good free kick on this field where it was difficult to support the foot, but they didn't expect Zhang Jun to personally clear a relatively dry patch of grass.

Lobont also concentrated, preparing to block the free kick.

The referee raised his right hand and then blew his whistle. Zhang Jun started his run-up with the whistle, then kicked the ball with his right foot. The soccer ball drew an arc, flying over the wall and straight towards the near corner of the goal!

When Lobont saw the ball curve around the wall, he lunged towards the near corner, whether he could block it depended on whether he was faster or the ball was faster!

Lobont seemed a little late, but the soccer ball brushed against the goalpost and flew out of the baseline, then hit the advertising board behind the goal, making a crisp sound. It was off!

Zhang Jun wiped his face with regret. The free kick he had carefully prepared had gone wide. Only during set pieces could he minimize all interference and shoot. So, from the beginning, he had placed his hopes on set-piece opportunities, but he didn't expect this kick to be so far off!

Too bad! He shook his hands forcefully.

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This free kick became Volendam's closest chance to score in the first half. In the next five or six minutes, both sides made frequent mistakes, and there were no good opportunities.

The referee didn't add a minute to the first half and blew the whistle to end the half. The players ran towards the locker room with their necks shrunk, they had a warm locker room to rest in, but the fans were miserable, having to endure a boring fifteen minutes in the wind and snow.

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Basten ordered two cups of coffee and watched the highlights of the first half in the box.

"I came to see their performance, but all I saw were mistakes again and again... damn weather!" The assistant cursed, flipping through his notes from the first half.

"Haha, it's like this all over the Netherlands, there's no way around it." Basten took a sip of the hot coffee and felt much better. He had come not only to see the Dutch national team players, but also to see Zhang Jun's performance. Since Zhang Jun's comeback, he hadn't been to see his game in person. This time, he took the opportunity of "scouting national team players" to take a look at Zhang Jun.

Unfortunately, the weather wasn't cooperating, not only couldn't he see the national team players, but even Zhang Jun's performance was discounted.

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Adriaanse looked at the panting players, their physical exertion was so great in just the first half, what should they do in the second half? The weather forecast only said light to moderate snow, but was this moderate snow? He couldn't trust the weather forecast anymore.

"Everyone, change your shoes." What he meant by changing shoes was to have the players change from their original short-studded multi-studded shoes to six-studded long-studded shoes that were more suitable for snowy conditions. With fewer and longer studs, the grip performance was better, and it was also more conducive to exerting force during sprints and changes of direction.

While the players were changing their shoes, Adriaanse summarized the first half for them and arranged the second half. "Because of the weather, I won't make too many demands for this game. You should try your best, regardless of winning or losing. In the second half, Raoul Henar, you go up too, and form a two-striker partnership with Zhang Jun, and take advantage of the opponent's defensive mistakes in front." Adriaanse's move to increase the number of players on the front line was to share the pressure for Zhang Jun and let him run less. Zhang Jun had really run tirelessly in the first half as he had instructed before the game, if he continued like this, he definitely wouldn't be able to last long in the second half.

Henar nodded, finally looking forward to playing. He was getting a cold sitting down there. This game was originally decided to play 451 from the beginning, so Adriaanse only brought one substitute striker, which was Henar. Beukering was left in Volendam. He had been thinking about defensive tactics from the beginning, so the substitutes were mostly defensive players in the midfield and backfield. He had originally thought about relying on defensive counterattacks to compete with Ajax, but he didn't expect to encounter such terrible weather, and all tactical ideas became useless.

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Ronald Koeman repeatedly emphasized during the halftime break that Zhang Jun should be closely marked, and if necessary, doubled-teamed. "He is definitely a dangerous person, don't relax your vigilance against him because of the field conditions! Just because he fell this time doesn't mean he will fall every time. Maxwell (Koeman's nickname for Maxwell), I'm switching you to mark him in the second half, stick to him tightly!" He knew how terrifying this Chinese player taught by his friend Basten was, so he assigned Maxwell, the most outstanding marker in the team, to mark Zhang Jun. The young defender had excellent explosive power and was definitely stronger than Trabelsi.

"Okay." The defender from Brazil nodded.

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Wang Hua sat in the press box, which was close to the rostrum, and the snowflakes couldn't wreak havoc here with the help of the wind. His hands were frozen, but his mind wasn't numb. This game was far from exciting. The inexplicable mistakes of both sides constantly interrupted the rhythm of the game, making the audience's hearts rise and fall, unable to fully enjoy it. Zhang Jun's performance could only be said to be passable, far from excellent. This was far from his performance in defeating Nijmegen with three goals at home.

But if every game was like that, it probably wouldn't be possible.

So how should he write about this game? Should he focus too much on the weather, or on Zhang Jun? Should he simply summarize the game process, or describe in detail what he saw, heard, and thought?

Wang Hua shook his head, a little headache!

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After the second half started, both sides had their own attacks and defenses, but there wasn't much progress. After all, the weather was an unavoidable factor.

But just when everyone thought that the second half would become even more unsightly as the players' physical strength declined, a dramatic scene appeared on the field.

Young Wing stole the ball from Sneijder on the right wing, and then he quickly dribbled forward.

Volendam was still behind, and the game had been going on for sixty minutes, so any opportunity had to be treated with caution.

When Wing saw that there was a long distance ahead without anyone blocking him, he simply kicked the ball forward and accelerated to chase it. This kind of dribbling was absolutely amateur, but it was very effective on the snow.

So, when Trabelsi rushed from the middle to block him, Wing still kicked the ball forward and accelerated to chase it. He was just taking advantage of Trabelsi's slow turning and the slippery ground that prevented him from exerting force. Moreover, the ball rolled slower and slower after being kicked out because of the resistance, so there was no need to worry about kicking the ball out of bounds, which gave Wing enough time to break through.

Zhang Jun was already running into the penalty area. From his direction, it would be better to pass a ball to the near post. Wing calculated in his mind, and then caught up with the ball near the baseline, intending to cross it directly.

There were only two defenders in the penalty area, and they had two forwards, so the chances were fifty-fifty. Wing stepped on the ball with his left foot and swung his right leg to cross it. But just at the moment when the inside of his right foot hit the soccer ball, his left foot, as the supporting foot, slipped, causing him to lose his balance!

The weather was fair to both sides.

The soccer ball still crossed, but it was completely different.

When Zhang Jun was running, he aimed at the gap in front of the near post after Trabelsi pulled out. He knew Wing must have seen it too, so he didn't hesitate to run towards the near post, but as soon as he rushed two steps, he saw the soccer ball flying high behind him!

Lobont had been quite worried when he saw Trabelsi being broken through, but now that he saw the ball being crossed like this, he was relieved. "Leave it alone, let the ball fly straight out!" he shouted to the defenders.

But Maxwell had a feeling that there might still be a chance for this ball, because Zhang Jun didn't stop, he was still watching the ball, which was a preparation action for an excellent striker to shoot. He still followed up, in the previous few encounters in the second half, he had the upper hand, and he didn't want to see any exceptions this time.

Zhang Jun was staring at the ball.

If he let it go, such a good attacking opportunity would be wasted, who knew when the next one would be? But if he didn't want to give up this opportunity, what should he do? There was no way to stop the ball in this situation, let alone shoot, was he really going to watch the ball fly away like this?

The worst opportunity is often the best opportunity.

This sentence flashed through Zhang Jun's mind. He looked at the soccer ball flying behind him and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

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The assistant kept sighing, thinking that Volendam had wasted another hard-won opportunity. "That number 25 is still too young! There aren't many people in the penalty area in this kind of ball, there's no need to choose to cross it directly..."

But Basten suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was a bit familiar.

"What did you see?"

"Foot... heel."

"What else?"

"It seems like they weren't the best scoring opportunities at the time."

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The teammate didn't pass well, so what would Zhang Jun, as the receiving point, do?

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The coaches of the two teams had two completely different moods after the ball was passed. Koeman naturally breathed a sigh of relief, escaping a disaster. Adriaanse helplessly shook his head – what a pity!

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"That idiot!" Wang Hua cursed Wing, who passed the ball, like a fanatical fan in the stands. He originally thought that Zhang Jun would score, so he wouldn't have a headache about how to write the article in an appealing way. As long as there were words like "Zhang Jun scored," the article would be appealing.

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Henar rushed over and realized that he had rushed too far. Wing's pass was actually passed behind Zhang Jun. He hurriedly slammed on the brakes, wanting to turn back and chase, in this case, maybe he could only reluctantly head the ball to Salden outside... but, this damn snow! He slipped after braking, and how could he catch up with the ball if he got up again?

Just when Henar was about to give up, he suddenly saw Zhang Jun's left toe inserted hard into the snow in front, braking!

Maxwell took the opportunity to stick to him, trying to interfere with Zhang Jun, but he saw Zhang Jun quickly swing his right leg back without looking back, while his upper and lower body twisted together, the action was like...

"Kung fu!" Wang Hua exclaimed in the stands.

That's right, just like the kung fu shown in the movies of Bruce Lee, Jackie Chan, and Jet Li, a spinning kick!

And he actually kicked it!

Zhang Jun's right heel hit the soccer ball in the air! He added the rotational force of the turn to his right heel, and the soccer ball suddenly turned in the air and flew towards the far corner of the goal, falling towards the goal after a parabola!

Lobont hurriedly shifted his weight, wanting to fly to save it, but the ball fell into the theoretical dead corner – the intersection of the goalpost and the crossbar, he couldn't save the ball in a slippery situation. Wing's pass was missed due to foot slip just now, now it was Ajax's turn to be unable to guard the goal due to foot slip!

The soccer ball swayed down, the whole body crossed the goal line!

Zhang Jun also landed at this time, splashing a piece of snow.

"Did the ball go in?!" The commentator's tone was like he had seen a ghost.

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"Did the ball go in?!" Wang Hua jumped up from his seat, not daring to believe his eyes.

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"Did the ball go in?!" The notebook in the assistant's hand fell to the ground with a "pop", but he didn't bother to pick it up. At this time, he stared at the TV with wide eyes, for fear of missing any suspicious details.

Basten had stood up from his seat at some point. What did he see? The new version of "Scorpion" that he had demonstrated to Zhang Jun in St. Edlong that day!

God, can he already use it to score?

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"The ball went in!!! goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooAL!!!" The commentator, who had recovered, roared at the top of his lungs, because he heard the referee's whistle indicating a goal.

Zhang Jun staggered to his feet from the ground, looked back at the goal, and confirmed that he had really scored. Then he rushed to the stands where the Volendam fans were, waving his arms and shouting: "Did you see it? Dragon Soars! This is Dragon Soars!!"

In response, the snowflakes around him seemed to be affected by his momentum and became violent. The wind was stronger, and rolled up the sky full of snow, blurring people's eyes.

Henar didn't rush forward first as usual, but sat on the ground blankly, looking at the soccer ball in the goal in disbelief. That kick just now... did he see Jackie Chan? Chinese kung fu, he actually used Chinese kung fu to grab the ball and shoot! Too rogue...

Maxwell, who was responsible for marking, was even more shocked than Henar, to describe it as being dumbstruck would not be an exaggeration. He knew that Zhang Jun might shoot, because he saw that Zhang Jun didn't stop, but who would have known that Zhang Jun would finally shoot in this way? What a movement that was! Jumping in the air, turning nearly 360 degrees, and then using the heel of his right leg to accurately kick the soccer ball in the air into the dead corner of the goal! He had premeditated it!

He had competed with Zhang Jun one-on-one five times, counting this time he had succeeded four times, but the victory of the first four times couldn't cover up the glory of Zhang Jun's last success. He only failed once, but created a classic.

The big screen was showing the whole process of this goal, and some people who thought they were seeing things finally confirmed that they saw a living legend. There was cheers in the Amsterdam Arena, and the fans cheered for this wonderful goal together, regardless of whether they were enemies or friends. After enduring countless mistakes and dull attacks and defenses in the cold wind, they finally felt that the patience and waiting of the previous seventy-five minutes was worth it.

"Wonderful! Unimaginable! Incredible! Shocking! Super! Great..." The commentator shouted all the words of praise he could think of, "Chinese kung fu! Zhang has shown us that Chinese kung fu can also be used to play soccer!! The more than 30,000 spectators in the Amsterdam Arena, you are lucky, because you witnessed the whole process of the birth of the best goal of this season on the spot! Let us appreciate Zhang Jun's alien-like goal again!" The Ajax commentator seemed to have become Zhang Jun's fan, a personal commentator at this time. He had to let the Ajax fans in front of the TV nag a few words: "Which team's commentator is he?"

But this is soccer, when an opponent scores a very beautiful goal, even the enemy will offer his sincere praise to him.

So even Koeman himself smiled, he shook his head to Maxwell, who was full of apology: there is nothing to be sorry about, you can't stop him, at least that's how it was just now.

A beautiful goal, an excellent shooter. Marco, what exactly did you teach him in the summer, even the movements that my strikers can't do.

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Basten sat in the chair and reminisced about Zhang Jun's goal just now, while the assistant was still watching the replay and talking non-stop: "This ball is great! How did he do it? How did he do it..." Basten of course knew how Zhang Jun did it, he chose to shoot at the most impossible time to shoot, it was that simple.

After he taught him this scorpion, he didn't expect that the first test product would be his own parent team, so should he be happy or depressed?

Actually, Zhang Jun didn't know that Basten was watching him in the box, otherwise he wouldn't have celebrated so excitedly after scoring, he was only one step away from stripping off his clothes and running naked in the snow.

The wind was strong, the snow was heavy, and the cheers were loud, Zhang Jun was happy in his heart.

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"A sensational... goal." Wang Hua didn't know how to describe this goal. But he saw everyone's performance after the goal, and felt that using "sensational" to describe the goal, although it didn't conform to the grammar, it was the most appropriate.

He was still worried about how to write this game just now, and Zhang Jun came up with a wonderful goal. He even had the urge to write the manuscript now, and his brain was constantly popping out with passionate words, that feeling was really great!

The wind and snow were still there, but Wang Hua felt that his blood was burning, and his whole body was shaking with excitement, completely unable to feel the cold. This was all because of Zhang Jun.

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The game had already restarted, but the TV broadcast was still replaying Zhang Jun's "Chinese Kung Fu" style goal whenever there was a chance, and the Dutch commentator was also praising it every time it was replayed: "This is the best goal of the season!"

For a full ten minutes, not many people paid attention to the game, they were all talking about Zhang Jun's "flying" kick.

But the players couldn't continue to put their minds on the game that had already passed. After being silent for five minutes, Ajax exerted their strength again. Wesley Sonck, a striker from Belgium, scored a goal in the chaos.

Ajax will never allow being tied by a weak team at home.

This goal also became the goal that determined the final result of the game. When the game finally ended, the score was 2:1, Ajax narrowly won Volendam at home.

And what people remembered most about this game besides the flying snow was the scene of Zhang Jun soaring into the air and turning to kick the soccer ball in the snow. The wind was strong, blowing his clothes up, he really flew up.

That was the highlight of the whole round of the league. In all the chaotic games due to the heavy snow, Zhang Jun's goal made people feel a ball of fire.

"That's the best goal in all the European leagues this weekend!" A Dutch reporter sublimated the commentator's words and excitedly announced in his article.

At the post-match press conference, almost everyone focused on this slightly shy Chinese boy off the field. The two famous coaches became supporting roles. Originally, Zhang Jun shouldn't have appeared at the post-match press conference, but the press officer took the initiative to find Adriaanse, saying that if Zhang Jun didn't go, the reporters would demolish the press conference hall, so Zhang Jun appeared in front of the reporters with the coach without even taking a shower.

"Zhang! Can you tell us what you shouted after scoring the goal?" A Dutch reporter asked loudly. Zhang Jun shouted in Chinese at the time, so they who watched the TV broadcast would naturally not know what it meant.

Zhang Jun thought for a while, and then translated that sentence: "This is the Scorpion." He used Dutch, and didn't directly translate it into "Dragon Soars", but called it "Scorpion" according to the European way of saying it. Because he knew that if you said "Dragon Soars", those people couldn't understand what a powerful word it was at all. In the minds of Westerners, a dragon is just a "giant winged lizard" with a pair of wings on its back, short and thick limbs, a big belly, and a tail.

This is the official statement! In the past, the media called "Scorpion" and "Dragon Soars" fiercely, but Zhang Jun had never publicly admitted the nickname that the media had concocted for him. The reporters were excited and a little confused: how could Zhang Jun say "Scorpion" himself?

Zhang Jun saw everyone's doubts: "Hehe! Because this is what Mr. Basten taught me, it is completely different from the one I created before. Mr. Basten calls it 'Scorpion', so I also call it 'Scorpion'. You can also call it 'Scorpion' in the future, this is also a thank you to Mr. Basten."

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Basten looked through the newspapers that were delivered in the morning, and almost all of them were photos of Zhang Jun and reports about him. Originally, a boring and tedious game became unique because of his existence. This kid is getting more and more powerful, haha!

Basten couldn't help but want to laugh when he thought of the goal yesterday. He had been a center coach for two years, and he knew how difficult it was to train an excellent striker. So he was happier than anyone else to see a good seed grow up.

The assistant pushed the door in, saw a table full of newspapers about Zhang Jun, and understood what was going on. On the way back yesterday, Basten told him the story between himself and Zhang Jun, and he understood that the "Scorpion" was the masterpiece of this greatest Dutch striker.

"Marco, you are happy for the progress of our future opponent!" he said jokingly.

Basten also smiled and replied: "Then I will persuade him to change his nationality? Haha!"

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Basten was in a good mood today, but the assistant's joke contained a question that he couldn't avoid: as long as he continued to serve as the coach of the Dutch national team, he would definitely meet Zhang Jun on the field. Once, if, possibly, maybe Zhang Jun led the Chinese team to defeat the Dutch team led by him in a key game? How would he feel? How would the Dutch fans who knew the story between him and Zhang Jun feel?

So in the face of the assistant's joke-like "question", he could only deal with it with a joke.

But when that day really comes, can it be passed with a joke?

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The Dragon Soars in the Wind and Snow.

After this weekend, Zhang Jun once again became the focus of attention in European soccer, because for a full year, people saw the goal that made Zhang Jun famous in the world again.

Scorpion, Dragon Soars. No matter what people call it, what will its reappearance reveal to people? Zhang Jun has finally completely come out of his eight-month dormancy and started his soccer journey to fame in the world.

Zhang Jun, who had been injured, was eager to try. He was eager for every game, every opponent, every touch, and every cheer.

Defenders, goalkeepers, all of Volendam's opponents, be careful, Zhang Jun is back!

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The young man gently put the newspaper on the table, then took out his phone, he still had something to deal with.

Feng Qing didn't see his client when he returned to Hong Kong, but received a call from the client.

"Mr. Feng Qing, there is something I want to understand. Did you really treat him seriously? Did you really advise him? Why is he working harder now than before the injury? You also saw that ball just now. As a fan, do you think it is possible to shoot in that situation? As a doctor, is it not dangerous to shoot in that situation?" The client's tone was not very friendly.

Feng Qing seemed to know this was coming, and was not surprised at all, but smiled and said to this young man, his client: "Sir, of course I have advised him! But I don't know if you have ever seen fireworks? The kind of fireworks that are set off during festivals."

"Fireworks?" The other party didn't know what Feng Qing was talking about the fireworks and his problem now.

"I think Zhang Jun would have his own considerations since he chose to accept my treatment. Just like those fireworks, the time they bloom in the air is very short, but the moment they bloom is the most glorious moment of their lives. Zhang Jun is probably thinking the same way, he would rather be a firework that blooms for a moment, showing the most glorious and beautiful side of his life to everyone, than a mediocre person who is hesitant and wastes his good years."

"Okay, you can go directly to my personal secretary to collect your reward. Thank you for taking care of Zhang Jun during this time." After explaining this, he hung up the phone.

Something in the young man's heart seemed to be touched by Feng Qing's words just now. He turned his head and looked out the window. The streets outside were very lively. Christmas was coming soon, and everyone was preparing for the celebration, and there would definitely be fireworks at that time.

"Fireworks... betting on the future for today? Zhang Jun, you idiot..."

With a "pop", it illuminates others, brings happiness to others, but what does the firework leave for itself? Just a pile of ashes falling from the sky.

This article is a vip work of Qingxin Chinese Network ().

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ps: This issue's characters are Sima Hongxin, An Ke and Wang Yu. There will be a mysterious character in the next issue, welcome everyone to guess, who is the mysterious character who will appear in the real-time data.

An Ke height: 191 weight: 88kg Technical value – offensive ability: 50 defensive ability: 92 body balance: 89 physical strength: 50 speed: 76 acceleration: 90 reaction: 94 agility: 85 dribbling accuracy: 20 dribbling speed: 15 short pass accuracy: 58 short pass speed: 20 long pass accuracy: 75 long pass speed: 20 shooting accuracy: 28 shooting power: 34 shooting technique: 20 free kick accuracy: 10 arc: 58 heading accuracy: 20 jumping ability: 85 personal skills: 29 aggressiveness: 50 psychological quality: 84 stability: 7 goalkeeper ability: 98 cooperation: 79 state stability: 8 reverse foot accuracy: 3 reverse foot frequency: 1 special ability – dribbling master: dribbling and ball protection: positioning and heading ability: good sense of position: rushing forward: anti-offside: shooter: commander tower: passer: two-footed feint: penalty kick master: one-on-one ability: powerful throw-in: winger: central player: free position shooting: marking ability: defense leadership: ☆tackling: fast long pass: ☆penalty kick saving ability: ☆one-on-one saving ability: ☆

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Sima Hongxin height: 202cm weight: 94kg Technical value – offensive ability: 10 defensive ability: 90 body balance: 73 physical strength: 58 speed: 68 acceleration: 71 reaction: 85 agility: 70 dribbling accuracy: 15 dribbling speed: 18 short pass accuracy: 45 short pass speed: 19 long pass accuracy: 59 long pass speed: 26 shooting accuracy: 15 shooting power: 60 shooting technique: 11 free kick accuracy: 29 arc: 16 heading accuracy: 25 jumping ability: 70 personal skills: 15 aggressiveness: 10 psychological quality: 90 stability: 8 goalkeeper ability: 93 cooperation: 50 state stability: 7 reverse foot accuracy: 2 reverse foot frequency: 1 special ability – dribbling master: dribbling and ball protection: positioning and heading ability: good sense of position: rushing forward: anti-offside: shooter: commander tower: passer: two-footed feint: penalty kick master: one-on-one ability: powerful throw-in: winger: central player: free position shooting: marking ability: defense leadership: tackling: fast long pass: penalty kick saving ability: one-on-one saving ability: ☆

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Wang Yu height: 186cm weight: 78kg Technical value – offensive ability: 57 defensive ability: 84 body balance: 74 physical strength: 92 speed: 71 acceleration: 77 reaction: 82 agility: 67 dribbling accuracy: 69 dribbling speed: 70 short pass accuracy: 78 short pass speed: 54 long pass accuracy: 78 long pass speed: 61 shooting accuracy: 70 shooting power: 85 shooting technique: 67 free kick accuracy: 40 arc: 50 heading accuracy: 88 jumping ability: 81 personal skills: