Chapter 1 When Wind Qing Lets Him Find Someone To Solve Psychological Problems

When Feng Qing asked him to find someone to solve his psychological problems, Zhang Jun never expected that the person Feng Qing asked him to find would be Van Basten.

After explaining his intention on the phone, Basten asked Zhang Jun to go directly to the Saint Edelong Sanatorium in Utrecht to find him, where he would be playing football with a few friends.

Zhang Jun knew very well that a national team coach would never have time to run to that place all the time, it must have been specially arranged for him.

When he met the long-lost Basten in the parking lot, the Dutchman gave him a warm hug: "You're thinner than the last time I saw you, haha!"

"Brother Feng said that being too fat is not good for me to play football, so I lost weight." Zhang Jun replied honestly.

Then Basten didn't continue along this topic, but focused on Zhang Jun's new car, "Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren? Good car, must have cost a lot of money, right?"

Zhang Jun nodded: "A total of 300,000 euros."

"Tsk tsk, you're really willing to spend money, my Volkswagen is only 20,000 euros!" Basten shrugged.

"Hehe, Sister Hua said that as long as it's something I like, it's worth spending more money." Zhang Jun said embarrassedly with a smile.

"Is that so..." Basten touched the shell of the sports car, the cold metallic feeling was comfortable, "Then you spent so much money to buy it, do you regret it?"

"No! I never regret it." Zhang Jun replied decisively, "It is indeed a bit expensive, and I felt a little heartache when I paid the money, but when I sat in it and started the car, I never thought about the 300,000 euros again. Do you know? When I first started driving, I was afraid of accidents, so I was as slow as a snail, and Brother Feng laughed at me!" He told Basten about his interesting experience of driving independently for the first time, as if he had forgotten the purpose of his trip.

"Is that so? Haha! But seeing you driving alone from Volendam to Utrecht now, you know that you don't have any problems anymore, right?" Basten was amused by Zhang Jun.

"Yeah! I drive her out for a drive whenever I have time. At first, I didn't dare to drive too far, but then I gradually let go. I found that after driving this car for a long time, a kind of tacit understanding will form with her. It's like, like..." Zhang Jun wanted to find a word to describe that feeling.

"Football. Just like football, right?"

Zhang Jun looked up at Basten, a little puzzled as to why he would make such an analogy.

"Haven't you noticed, Zhang? How similar is your experience of buying a car to your experience of choosing to accept Feng's treatment?" Basten reminded him.

After being told by Basten, Zhang Jun realized that it was true. He was also hesitant before, but after accepting the treatment, it was like getting the car and training every day to practice his actual driving skills. Now, he can also freely speed up to two hundred kilometers per hour on the highway.

Now that his body has finally recovered, he cannot show what he usually trains on the field. Isn't this like driving this car on the road for the first time, being cautious about this and afraid of that, and being laughed at by Feng Qing.

Then, can he also be like driving a car, able to start at full speed on the court, accelerate to the highest speed, and gallop to his heart's content?

Basten had been watching Zhang Jun's changes, and he smiled. This child had figured out some problems, and the rest was to strike while the iron was hot.

"In fact, there will be a period of fear after a serious injury, not daring to make movements, and afraid of physical confrontation with others. In fact, this is all scaring yourself. Your surgery and post-operative recovery have been very good, very successful. Your body is now exactly the same as before the injury, so you don't have to worry about anything, just play football as before. You know that football itself is a game to test your ability, are you going to be a deserter now, Zhang?"

Zhang Jun was asked by Basten and his blood was boiling, "No! I'm not a deserter!" he replied loudly.

"That's good!" Basten laughed, "Come with me, let's go play a game." He took Zhang Jun to the football field behind the sanatorium.

This time it was not a small four-on-four game, but eleven-on-eleven.

"These are some of my friends, just a game, go up and play with them. Think about what you just realized, remember that you are healthier now than before the injury!" He patted Zhang Jun on the shoulder to encourage him. Then he shouted to the field: "Sorry for being late, this is my friend—Zhang Jun, let him play for a while." After speaking, he pushed Zhang Jun from behind.

Zhang Jun, who was pushed onto the field by Basten, waved embarrassedly to everyone as a greeting. Some of them he had seen, they were the ones who came here to play football last time. After greeting, he was stopped by the director of the sanatorium, Statson: "Looks like Feng was very successful, okay! You play center forward, go to the front. Don't worry, we will pass the ball to you, all kinds of balls!" He winked at Zhang Jun.

This game was actually specially arranged by Basten for Zhang Jun. Statson's team was his old friends, and the other side was an amateur team from the Utrecht area. Basten had greeted them in advance to make their movements smaller. Basten didn't tell Zhang Jun about all these arrangements, he just wanted Zhang Jun to play football with a playful attitude and find the rhythm he had lost for seven months.

Zhang Jun took off his trousers and coat and threw them aside, then changed into a pair of sneakers and took the field again. Then he stood in the center forward position. He turned his head to look at Basten on the sidelines, his idol was giving him a thumbs up. "Treat football as a game, Zhang!"

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The game had already started fifteen minutes when Zhang Jun came on the field, and the score was still 0:0. Will his joining break this deadlock?

The ball was passed to his feet, but the stop was a bit too big, and it was intercepted by the opposing player who was pressing him closely. Now it's near the penalty area, so every movement must be careful, and you can't stop it too big, otherwise it will be like this.

The ball was passed again, this time it was a half-high ball. Zhang Jun stopped the ball outwards with his chest, and then followed up to insert forward, but the opposing center back rushed up and knocked him to the ground. Zhang Jun tumbled three times before stopping, which surprised everyone, fearing that he had injured him. The center back who collided with him hurriedly went to pull him up: "You, are you okay?"

But when Zhang Jun fell to the ground, the tip of his tongue suddenly tasted a long-lost taste, the fishy smell of grass and soil, which could only be tasted when he was so close to the turf. What kind of feeling was that? It was as if he hadn't returned to the court for a long time, a fierce arena, not a training ground.

Zhang Jun spat out the grass clippings in his mouth, then stood up and shook his head: "I'm fine, I'm fine." Then he said to the temporary referee: "Was that a foul just now? We should get a free kick, right?"

The referee was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said: "That's right, the red team committed a collision foul, and the white team gets a direct free kick."

"Hehe, good! I'll take this kick!" Zhang Jun snatched the right to take the free kick from a group of "old men." He suddenly became very energetic.

Statson looked at Basten worriedly, but Marco just smiled and nodded: Let him kick it with confidence, he seems to be starting to get the feeling.

Zhang Jun faced the wall and chose to shoot an arc with his right foot. His left foot, as a supporting foot, stepped firmly beside the ball. His right foot drew out, and the football drew an arc around the wall and flew towards the near corner. It was a very beautiful arc ball! But in the end, it unfortunately hit the crossbar and bounced out of the baseline.

It's really a pity! Statson regretted it for Zhang Jun. If this ball went in, he would have confidence in his mind, right?

Zhang Jun also jumped up in annoyance and covered his head with his hands. But he quickly returned to normal—Basten valued this even more, which showed that he was playing football with a normal heart, and this mentality was the best.

After that, it was very obvious that the white team passed the ball to Zhang Jun, regardless of whether he was in a suitable position to shoot. And Zhang Jun was no longer as restrained as he was at the beginning. He gradually let go, and he did very well in stopping the ball, turning around, passing the ball, accelerating, dribbling, and even physical head-to-head contact. Once Statson crossed from the right, but it was not passed well. The football was low and fast, and it flew behind Zhang Jun who came to meet him. Just when everyone thought that the opposing defender would get the ball later, Zhang Jun slammed on the brakes, kicked the ground with his left foot, and quickly swung his right foot backwards. He tapped the football with his heel, and let the football fly up from behind him and towards the goal!

This is... the "Scorpion" that Basten once demonstrated!

That's right, this is the new "Dragon Soars." Zhang Jun had practiced it several times under Feng Qing's supervision. This was the first time he used it in actual combat, but it was a pity that he didn't master the strength well. The football deviated greatly from the goal and flew to the iron wire net behind before falling down. But this was enough to surprise Statson and Basten.

In the eyes of others, Zhang Jun was just a missed shot, but only they knew what it meant.

In just over a month, he was able to use it in actual combat! Although the result was not the same, it was only because he was not skilled. Once he mastered it skillfully... Basten realized for the first time how terrible an opponent he had cultivated.

Zhang Jun shrugged embarrassedly at Basten, scratching his head. He felt ashamed for not doing well in front of his mentor.

Zhang Jun's unremitting efforts finally paid off near the end of the first half. After receiving a pass from Statson, he stopped the ball first, then faked a shot to the left with his left foot, and then swiped his right foot on the ball again. Just when the defender who was defending him thought that this was another bluff, he turned his right foot back and suddenly knocked the football to the left! Then he exerted force on his left foot and twisted his body to the left, breaking through!

This was very beautiful, but what was even more beautiful was yet to come. After getting rid of the first defender, when facing the blockade of the second defender, he swung his right leg to make a shooting gesture, and the opponent immediately shifted his center of gravity to that side to prevent him from shooting. But Zhang Jun's shot was just a feint, he swung his right leg down, but knocked the football from behind to the left with his heel, while turning his body around with his supporting foot, his left foot, as the axis. Then his right foot pushed the football a little outwards. When the body completed this 180-degree turn, he swung his left foot up and powerfully shot!

The football窜into the net from the goalkeeper's side, and the ball went in!

Cruyff Turn!

After scoring the goal, Zhang Jun forgot that this was just a game. He ran wildly to Basten on the sidelines, and then flew up and hugged him tightly. "Thank you! Thank you!" His tears welled up with sincere gratitude, wetting Basten's shirt.

After waiting for so long, this moment had finally arrived. He had finally scored a goal in a sports game! Although this was just a game that everyone was playing for fun, Zhang Jun found the long-lost feeling of the game from it—rhythm. This was far more important to him than a goal.

In the subsequent second half, Zhang Jun worked as hard as ever, but after all, his white team was a group of middle-aged uncles over forty years old, and they couldn't keep up with their opponents in terms of physical strength. They were scored three goals in a row by the opponent, and finally lost 1:3. But the result was no longer important, what was important was that the original intention of organizing this game had been achieved.

Basten put Zhang Jun in the car, and then said to him: "Go back with peace of mind, you have found the feeling of the game, I believe that in the near future I can see you on the league arena!"

"Thank you, Marco!" Zhang Jun was still grateful.

"This was done by yourself, you overcame your fear. If you want to thank someone, you should thank Qiu, thank Feng, thank Dr. Saiyang who performed the surgery for you, and your girlfriend, she has been by your side, giving you comfort and encouragement. Work hard and strive to return to the game as soon as possible, and then score a beautiful goal as a thank you gift to them!"

After watching Zhang Jun leave, Basten called Adriaanse and told him that Zhang Jun's body was okay and his mind was okay. What he needed to do now was to gradually adapt to the rhythm of the game in the warm-up match. Of course, this was left to Adriaanse to do, not something that he, the coach of the Dutch national team, could manage.

Adriaanse then arranged another fully enclosed warm-up match for Zhang Jun, which was held at the Volendam training base, and the opponent was the same team as last time. This time Adriaanse only arranged for Zhang Jun to play for forty-five minutes of the game, but Zhang Jun's performance was completely different from the last time. He scored two goals alone, which was a very good result. This made Feng Qing and Adriaanse very happy, and they believed that Zhang Jun could play in the league at the end of October.

As Zhang Jun's return date approached, Volendam once again received people's attention. Adriaanse finally gave the Chinese reporters a reassurance: "He performed very well and is completely on a constantly rising curve. But we will not be too hasty, I want to make sure that everything is in the best condition before I let him play in the game."

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Zhang Jun still did not open his "permission" for media interviews. He was very cautious and didn't want to talk to anyone about his comeback at this time. Maybe it was a little superstitious, he believed that some things would not work if he said them in advance. If he said that he would make a successful comeback, then the result might be failure. So even to Sophie, he kept silent about this matter, and only asked her about her affairs at school. Sophie told him that she had selected some of the photos she took and sent them to him so that he could put them in a photo frame and hang them on the wall.

"Isn't it the same to put them in an album?" Zhang Jun was afraid of trouble.

"No. Putting them in an album is different from hanging them on the wall! And the sizes are different!" Sophie insisted, and Zhang Jun had no choice but to agree. But he still didn't understand what the difference was between putting these photos in an album and hanging them on the wall.

It was not until he received those photos that he understood Sophie's good intentions. Eight out of ten photos were black and white, and only two were colored.

All the black and white photos were of Zhang Jun alone. In the photos, he frowned, his eyes were dull, and there were always many shadows. These were all taken by Sophie when he was at his most painful and confused. That period of time was the darkest days of his life, just like in the photos.

The first of the two colored photos was of Feng Qing performing bone-setting massage on his ankle. A large wooden barrel in the distance contained steaming Chinese medicine soup, which was still constantly emitting white mist. And Zhang Jun himself was smiling at the camera. The real himself was working hard in this way on the one hand, and on the other hand, he was still a little confused about the future that Feng Qing said, and couldn't see through it, just like the illusory steam in the sunlight in the distance.

The last one was taken at the scenic Saint Edelong Sanatorium. On that football field, Basten was telling him how to better use "Dragon Soars." At this time, his eyes were bright and full of anticipation and longing on his face. It was the encounter with Basten that made Zhang Jun truly see hope and see a wonderful future.

Sophie wants to tell me not to forget the hardships I have suffered in the past and the people who have helped me, right? Let me continue to work hard and persevere. He should indeed put these ten photos in ten photo frames respectively and hang them on the wall. No matter when, seeing them is like seeing the past, and he will feel full of strength!

Well, no wonder even my dad praised Sophie for taking good photos. She really has two brushes. She is quite skilled in the application of composition and light and shadow colors. What is even more commendable is that she can always capture the subtle psychological changes of the subject in an instant and freeze them on the film. Dad once said that if you can only capture the bright clothes, beautiful faces and body shapes of people when shooting portraits, then it is only a mediocre work. A truly good portrait photographer must be good at capturing the inner heart of the person, that is, to capture the spirit of the person. This spirit will be expressed through subtle differences in expressions and expressions. In this way, Sophie is indeed more talented in photography than in other aspects.

Let's appreciate it more carefully... Well, but, why is there no Sophie no matter how you take the photos? Zhang Jun called to ask, and as a result, Sophie scolded him with tears and laughter over there.

"Idiot! I'm a photographer, these photos were all taken by me, how could I be in them!"

Although you are not in the photos, I will always keep you in my heart, Sophie! Zhang Jun thought carnally while touching the photo.

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Sophie felt a chill, strange, why did she feel a little cold? She got up and closed the window, then sat back at the table and continued to write her letter to Zhang Jun. Although the two now had mobile phones, there were still many things that were suitable to be written on paper with a pen, especially since Zhang Jun's birthday was coming soon, there were fifteen days left, and she had many blessings to send to Zhang Jun.

"Dear Zhang Jun, I will send the letter out on time. I believe that when you receive this letter, it will be exactly your birthday, so I specially drew a cake for you, hee hee! Remember to make a wish!

I really want to go to the Netherlands to watch your comeback live, but the school is very busy now. I am a senior, and I failed the exam in the last semester. Because I have special reasons, the college decided that I can directly take a centralized make-up exam in the midterm without retaking the course. Although it saves time, I will be very busy in a short period of time. In order to pass the exam once, I will work very hard until the beginning of December. After writing this letter to you, I will not be able to write to you for a long time, and I will not be able to go online often to learn about your situation. I am afraid that I will not be able to finish reading the newspapers I bought back. But I will take the time to read them, and I will still call you.

I heard from Brother Feng that you are recovering very well and should be able to play in the game at the end of October. But the domestic newspapers say that this depends on Adriaanse. I don't know the situation, so I'm not very clear. But whether it is the end of October or November, don't rush. I know you want to play and score a goal on my birthday. But that's not realistic, and don't force any promises. As long as you are healthy, it is the best gift for me.

It has been a month and a half since we separated in the Netherlands. It hasn't been a long time, but why do I feel like we haven't seen each other for a long time? When I am not busy one day, let's make an appointment to video chat online together? Hehe, many Internet cafes in Hefei have installed cameras now. I remember that your laptop also has a camera, so we can chat face to face again. But if you are too tired from training, then forget it. I don't want you to not get enough rest.

By the way, let's talk about them. Li Yongle wrote me a letter a few days ago. He said that everything is fine at Inter Milan. Maybe it was because he saw his performance at the Olympic Games. Everyone is very nice to him and there is no feeling of rejecting outsiders at all. He is still fighting to play in the youth team. He said that he will definitely be able to do it before December.

Kaka is also in Milan. He takes good care of Li Yongle and helps him adapt to life in Italy. He also takes him out to play. But Li Yongle told me that Kaka always seizes every opportunity to persuade him to join AC Milan, but he 'strictly rejected' him. They are in the same city, which is the most reassuring and must be very interesting. I just don't know if the two of them are together so frequently, will it give the Italian paparazzi an opportunity to take advantage of them?

Yang Pan seems to be troubled by love. He often calls me to ask about girls' thoughts, haha! I really didn't expect that Brother Yang would have this day! I really want to see what kind of person the girl who can move him is like, but I think she must be very beautiful, what do you think?

Also, you said you bought a very expensive sports car, but I can't see it. Can you take a photo of the car and send it back? I really want to see what your beloved car, which cost you more than half a year's salary, looks like. I have searched for the model you said on the Internet, but there are no pictures, only a very simple text introduction, which is a pity.

Okay, I'll write here. Don't worry, everything is fine at school, and your aunt and uncle are also very well.

Happy birthday to you!

Love you: Sophie."

After writing the letter, Sophie got up and walked to the window, opened the glass window, and then stretched her waist. The bright sunshine shone on her body, giving her a very warm feeling.

Zhang Jun is recovering very smoothly, and she is especially happy. The hard work of studying is nothing to her. After the most painful days, what awaits them must be a bright future as warm as the sun.

Zhang Jun, are you ready?