Chapter 1 The Ball Game

The team members had already changed into clean jerseys and were drying their hair with towels. Qiu Suhui stood in front of the tactical board, waiting for them to finish. The longer the hair, the longer it took to dry. Now, most of them had stopped, except for Zhang Jun, who was still drying his shoulder-length hair.

Everything was like before the game started.

Except that the Chinese team was now down 0-2, putting them in a disadvantageous position.

Qiu Suhui knew that although there were conflicts within the team, everyone had given their best in the first half. They hadn't brought their usual discontent onto the field. Yang Pan and Hu Li had done a good job.

It was simply the difference between the Chinese team and Spain, a gap that wouldn't be bridged any time soon, let alone in the short fifteen-minute halftime break.

When Zhang Jun put down his towel and started to braid his hair, Qiu Suhui finally spoke, "I think after the first half, everyone has a better understanding of Spain's strength. The rain didn't hinder our opponents; instead, it made us lose a valuable opportunity. Simply put, this is the difference between us and them." Qiu Suhui paused.

The team members didn't say anything, quietly waiting for the coach to continue.

"We can't make up for these differences right now. It's not something that can be done overnight. But that doesn't mean we should give up on this game. This game will be a great opportunity for you to learn. In the second half, I'll have Krule come on. When Krule comes on, the team will switch to a 4-5-1 formation. Li Jie, you'll be substituted, and Krule will play as an attacking midfielder."

Krule and Li Jie nodded simultaneously, indicating that they understood.

"Yang Pan, I know Vicente is very aggressive, but you can't always help Wang Hui defend. You need to attack. If you don't want Vicente to be too active, you need to be active yourself, attack more, and keep Vicente in check. The same goes for Shao Jiaying."

Yang Pan and Shao Jiaying nodded.

"Then, Li Yongle. You did well in the first half, but you were a bit too restrained. Even though I told you to play freely, you didn't really let go, which is no good. I know this is your first game for the national team, and it's making you think too much. But you need to understand that playing for the national team is actually the same as playing for the Olympic team. You are the core. That long pass and the shot from the back in the first half were your best moments. After Krule comes on in the second half, he will be responsible for organizing the attack in the front. I want you to be responsible for controlling the rhythm of the whole team behind him, understand? Imagine the entire team as yourself. When to counterattack, when to slow down, when to defend, when to go all out – you decide all of that."

"But Coach Qiu, I haven't been exposed to this kind of thing in national team training before. I'm afraid we won't have a good understanding..." Li Yongle asked.

"I know, but I don't have that much time now to let you familiarize yourselves in training." Qiu Suhui thought to himself, *And you wouldn't cooperate with me anyway...* "So everyone needs to cooperate with each other in the game, and you need to find your feeling little by little in the game. Don't be afraid of making mistakes, don't be afraid of embarrassment. The key is that you have to do it."

Li Yongle nodded. Since Coach Qiu had said so, then he had no problem. It was just like playing in the Olympics.

"Li Yi, when Li Yongle goes up to participate in the attack, your task will be very heavy, because you have to be responsible for the entire area in front of the defense. I believe you have the ability to do well. Xiang Tao, try not to go up to assist in this game, unless they substitute Joaquin, but I don't think that's likely. Finally, Zhang Jun."

Zhang Jun looked up at Qiu Suhui.

"As a forward, you had too few shots in the first half, and your impact was minimal, which is not good. Weren't you in excellent form in the league?"

Zhang Jun immediately pulled a face and complained to Qiu Suhui, "Coach Qiu, Puyol is a different story from the defenders in Serie B. Even Ronaldo couldn't do much against him, let alone me?"

Qiu Suhui shook his head, not accepting Zhang Jun's reason, "There is no such thing as an invulnerable defender in this world. In offensive and defensive confrontations, the defending side always suffers. You think you can't deal with Puyol because you haven't found his weakness yet. In short, you need to be more active in the second half. If Puyol makes you feel uncomfortable, don't get tangled up with him. Helguera and Raul Bravo are both more impetuous, so there should be opportunities. As for Puyol, I'll have Krule deal with him."

Seeing that Zhang Jun didn't speak, Qiu Suhui finished assigning everyone's tasks, and finally gave a concluding speech, "To be honest, I don't expect you to win this game. Even with the best of luck, it would be a draw at best. But I hope you can show something extraordinary in the game, and refute the Spanish media's contempt and disdain. To be specific, don't make the same childish mistakes in the defense as you did in the first half, and the forwards and midfielders need to score goals to save face."

"You are not playing this game to win, but to fight for pride. I believe many of you have heard from the Chinese media about the attitude of the Spanish media towards us. Spanish football is developed, so they naturally have the capital to ridicule and disdain, but we can show them through our performance that they are wrong! Do well in the second half!"

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Until he went on the field, Zhang Jun was still thinking about what weakness Puyol had that he could exploit. From the few encounters they had in the first half, Puyol was agile, fierce, and imposing. Perhaps his height was his only weakness?

Should he have Yang Pan pass high balls? But Coach Qiu didn't mention using that tactic. Substituting Krule clearly meant playing more central attacks.

Krule was doing his final warm-up exercises on the sideline before coming on. The fourth official was checking the length of Krule's studs. After everything was completed, he raised the sign indicating the substitution: number 18, Li Jie, off; number 20, Krule Li, on.

Yang Pan was standing next to Zhang Jun. Since Li Jie wasn't there, he and Zhang Jun would be kicking off.

"What are you thinking about? The game is about to start." Yang Pan nudged Zhang Jun, who was a little distracted.

"I was thinking about... the weakness of Puyol that Coach Qiu mentioned..." Zhang Jun looked at Puyol, who was standing a dozen meters away from him.

"His weakness? He's not tall, and his aerial defense is poor. Also, Puyol is actually a very passionate player, but..." Yang Pan was about to continue, but he heard the referee's whistle. The game had started!

So Krule had already come on. He couldn't waste any more time. Yang Pan tapped the ball to Zhang Jun next to him, and ran forward to the right.

Zhang Jun had wanted to hear what Yang Pan had to say, but he was interrupted by the referee's whistle, which disappointed him. It seemed he would have to discover it himself.

The ball was passed to Krule's feet.

Torres, spearheading the attack, immediately rushed up to try to steal the ball, but Krule directly flicked the ball behind him to the left, dodging Torres with a swivel of his body.

The rain had stopped, and the Bernabeu's drainage system had worked effectively during halftime, making the field much better than the "vegetable patch" of the first half.

Among the young players, Zhang Jun, Yang Pan, and An Ke, as the backbone players of their respective clubs, often played against strong teams, had rich experience, and performed well in the national team.

Krule was the same now.

Chelsea already had a galaxy of stars, and the overall level of the Premier League was not bad. In the second half of the season, he had started in games against Manchester United and Arsenal.

So, the Spanish team was nothing special in his eyes. They were just opponents. It was his first game for the Chinese team, and he didn't want to mess it up.

Krule's dribbling this time caused a stir in the Bernabeu. They thought they were seeing Zidane. In reality, Krule and Zidane were very different. Zidane's composure came from his mastery of technique, while Krule's composure was simply because he had just come on the field and the first touch felt good.

If Zidane was a master on the field, then Krule, who was keen on using fancy techniques to dribble past people, was more like a performer. He was only doing it for the show, to please the audience.

The field conditions were better than in the first half, but still a bit slippery. Torres rushed past and couldn't stop, letting Krule pass completely.

After passing Torres, Krule continued to dribble the ball. When he could dribble the ball, he would often choose to continue dribbling rather than passing. Mourinho had discovered this when using Krule.

Some midfielders were good at tearing apart the opponent's defense with just passing, which required a very good overall view and keen insight. But the young Krule was clearly not there yet. What he was best at was using dribbling to attract the opponent's defense, and then passing the ball from the crowd to where it should go when the opponent's defense was chaotic.

The two methods each had their own advantages and disadvantages. There was no right or wrong.

After dodging Torres, Krule quickly faced the double-team of Raul and Albelda. This time, Krule didn't dribble the ball again, perhaps because the field was still a bit slippery and he was worried. He passed the ball to Shao Jiaying on the left and ran forward past the two.

Raul immediately changed direction and rushed towards Shao Jiaying, while Albelda retreated slightly to protect.

Shao Jiaying directly passed the ball diagonally forward to Zhang Jun, but Puyol, who was defending Zhang Jun, intercepted the ball early.

Krule stopped his forward run and shook his head. The passing intention of this teammate was too obvious.

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Zhang Jun staggered, tripped by Puyol's heel. He lost the ball, but when he looked back at Puyol, his eyes lit up.

Besides being relatively short, what other weaknesses did Puyol have?

Zhang Jun carefully recalled the few one-on-one situations he had with Puyol in the first half. Puyol had been very active and proactive, quick to tackle, and liked to defend in front.

He couldn't successfully break through him, but he had also fouled him three times, one of which resulted in a yellow card.

Tenacity and ferocity were his strengths, but did this also mean that his defense was equally impetuous? As long as he was smart, he could completely induce him to make a move first, and then take the opportunity to break through. Or simply wait for him to defend in front and then pretend to make a mistake.

Puyol was a very passionate player. Another meaning of this was that Puyol was not calm enough.

If a center-back was not calm enough, it could lead to big mistakes.

This should be the weakness of Puyol that Coach Qiu was talking about. Zhang Jun thought, now that he knew the weakness, it would be easy to deal with. There would always be a way to exploit it.

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Yang Pan successfully intercepted Raul Bravo's ball in the frontcourt. Spain was preparing to launch a full-scale attack, and Yang Pan's move caught their defense somewhat off guard.

But Yang Pan didn't pass the ball to anyone. He looked up and saw that goalkeeper Casillas was standing far forward, so he kicked the ball straight towards the goal!

This was even more unexpected for Casillas - he thought Yang Pan would pass to Zhang Jun, who was running forward - he hurriedly retreated, but forgot that the area in front of the goal was the worst on the field, resulting in him slipping and falling!

Casillas actually slipped and fell during the retreat! This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

The football kept spinning in the air. Because of the circular pattern on the ball, the flight of the football looked more like it was constantly shaking, just like a cruise missile was constantly correcting its course.

The noise in the Bernabeu stadium was getting louder and louder. Of course, they were not cheering for this ball, but constantly booing, shouting loudly: "It won't go in!"

Casillas, who had fallen to the ground, was still tracking the football with his eyes. He saw the yellow Nike90 football flying like a shooting star from the sky above him, and then plunged down!

Behind him was the goal, an unguarded goal!

Zhang Jun had already reached the edge of the penalty arc, and he still had no intention of braking. If the ball eventually hit the crossbar or the post, he would immediately put the ball back in. Even if the ball went in, he would still kick it hard again to vent his frustration.

Hu Li on the sidelines couldn't help but stand up. How wonderful it would be if this ball went in! A super long shot of forty-five meters!

The football fell, fell, fell... and finally skimmed low over the crossbar, hit the top of the net, bounced, and landed behind the advertising board!

The ball didn't go in!

The noise in the Bernabeu turned into cheers in an instant, while the Chinese team's bench let out a heavy sigh.

Seeing the ball fly out of bounds, Zhang Jun didn't need to continue rushing forward. He waved his hand regretfully, but saw that Yang Pan didn't have any regret or remorse at all, as if it was right that the ball wouldn't go in.

Hu Li, on the other hand, seemed a little excited. He kicked back with a feigned kick, very regretfully, "A little lower, a little lower and it would have been a goal!"

Qiu Suhui smiled instead, looking very relaxed: "Even if it didn't go in, it gave the Spanish people a cold sweat. The goal has been achieved."

Hu Li was puzzled by Qiu Suhui's attitude: "Huh? Didn't you say you wanted to score and save face?"

"It would be great if we could score, but I won't force it even if I die, after all, most of the players on the field have only trained together for one day." Qiu Suhui shrugged.

"Listening to your impassioned speech during halftime, I really thought you wouldn't rest until you scored a goal." Hu Li sat back on the coach's seat. The leather chairs in the Bernabeu were much better than the plastic seats in the Workers' Stadium.

"I can't help it, Lao Hu. This is the gap, we are too far behind Europe!" Qiu Suhui muttered, watching the field. Shao Jiaying's transfer was disrupted by Albelda again. Shao Jiaying was also obviously no match for Salgado on the left. Had his long years in Bundesliga 2 erased the brilliance of the Chinese best player in the Asian Cup?

"Go and call Zhao Pengyu back. Let him prepare to come on." He said to Hu Li.

Five minutes later, the young Zhao Pengyu came on to replace Shao Jiaying, playing his favorite left winger position. This was also his personal national team debut. Although he had been selected for the national team as early as the World Cup qualifiers, he had not had the opportunity to play until today.

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"Li Yongle, Krule Li, Zhao Pengyu. Three players in one game are playing for the national team for the first time. Three new players in the same game is a high percentage. Qiu Suhui's Sima Zhao's heart (ulterior motives) is known to everyone..." Li Yan spontaneously wrote out this idiom, only to suddenly realize that it was inappropriate to use such an obviously derogatory idiom in a news article. He smiled bitterly and deleted it. And he kept reminding himself in his heart: it's okay to hate Qiu Suhui, but it's work time now, so it's better to keep personal feelings to a minimum.

The Spanish reporters next to him were still amazed by Yang Pan's super long-range shot just now. Li Yan's rudimentary Spanish level could only understand one word: *increible* (incredible).

It really should express surprise and admiration.

Li Yan was very satisfied with the reporters' reaction. He smiled in his heart: "Little kids! Have you seen it? Underestimating your opponent will only make you suffer! Although this ball didn't go in, the next one will be close!"

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The second half had been going on for twelve minutes.

Li Yongle, who was acting as the commander of the Chinese team, was still performing very poorly. He had not found the feeling or rhythm of being a commander at all, resulting in the Chinese team's midfield being almost a mess.

Yang Pan's super long-range shot was a reflection of his personal technique and had nothing to do with how the Chinese team was performing.

Judging from the first ten minutes, Qiu Suhui's insistence on making Li Yongle the core of the Chinese team's midfield was a failure. Even the commentators thought that Qiu Suhui should substitute Li Yongle.

Li Yongle in the center didn't dare to do his best in defense, fearing that he would lose the opportunity to attack. He also didn't dare to do his best in attack, fearing that he would rush too far forward and not be able to get back in time if the opponent launched a quick counterattack. It was really uncomfortable to be kept in suspense like this.

He was completely different from when he was in the Olympic team and Inter Milan. Because they had too little time to train together, he didn't understand the technical characteristics of some of his teammates in the national team.

Qiu Suhui had obviously seen this, so he had substituted Zhao Pengyu. On the one hand, Shao Jiaying's performance in the second half was not satisfactory, and on the other hand, it was to have more teammates on the field that Li Yongle was familiar with.

The effect of Zhao Pengyu's substitution had not been reflected, and Li Yongle was still very confused in the midfield.

Some Chinese students had already expressed their dissatisfaction with him: "Who is that idiot? He's sleepwalking in the midfield! Why doesn't the coach substitute him? There are no substitution restrictions in this kind of friendly match, right?"

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Qiu Suhui had no choice but to walk to the sidelines to remind Li Yongle. If the midfield was out of control in this kind of game, they would definitely lose, and they would lose badly. Zhang Jun and Yang Pan's personal abilities were not enough to determine the outcome of the game when facing Spain.

"Li Yongle!" Qiu Suhui cupped his hands around his mouth, forming a trumpet shape. "Run! Run! You can't do anything standing there! You have no problem with your stamina, why aren't you running? Think about your Olympic team, how did you play football in college!"

It must be explained that almost all coaches, eight out of ten, have very loud voices, otherwise how can they convey tactical arrangements to the players on the field in such a noisy environment?

Of course, there are also coaches who like to whistle, such as the Greek team's coach, the German Otto Rehhagel.

Qiu Suhui's voice was hoarse because he had been shouting like this for a long time. But the effect was good. Li Yongle heard his roar and turned to look at the coach's bench.

"Run! Run! Back and forth, left and right, run if you need to!" Qiu Suhui made circles with his hand.

Run? Li Yongle thought, wouldn't running around mess up other people's positions?

"Just run first! You won't find many opportunities if you don't run!" Qiu Suhui waved his hand, as if he knew what Li Yongle was worried about.

Li Yongle finally nodded to show that he understood. Qiu Suhui then turned back, asked Hu Li for a bottle of water, and took a few big gulps. Shouting so much in a huge stadium like the Bernabeu made his throat a little uncomfortable. But it was worth it. Li Yongle had finally started running.

He knew what Li Yongle was worried about, but that was not a problem at all. When he started running, he would discover another world, and he would like that feeling. As for the players who would have conflicts, he would make adjustments. After all, Li Yongle was the core. Just like the solar system, Li Yongle was the sun, and other players had to revolve around him like the nine planets.

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Li Yi, following the coach's arrangement during halftime, passed the ball to Li Yongle again. If you want to be the core, then you have to get the ball more often, because that means responsibility. Those who want to pass the ball as soon as they get it can't become the core of the team's midfield.

Think about Dunga in the French World Cup. He passed the ball more than ninety times in one game, with a successful pass rate of up to eighty times, a well-deserved Brazilian midfield core.

Judging from the first ten minutes of the second half, Li Yi was not satisfied with Li Yongle's performance. He still had to pass to Li Yongle, only because of Qiu Suhui's instructions. Now the Football Association was Qiu Suhui's biggest backer, and it would not be good to oppose him.

Li Yi's dissatisfaction with Li Yongle was largely due to Li Yongle's blindness in handling the ball. Many times, he simply didn't know how to handle the ball at his feet. This led to many Chinese attacks failing at the very beginning, and then the whole team was forced to switch to defense again immediately.

Li Yi could see that Zheng Jun, as the captain, was even more resentful of Li Yongle's poor performance, but Qiu Suhui had said the ugly things beforehand, so he couldn't vent his anger on the field.

If this kid doesn't prove himself again, it will be difficult for him to get along in the future. Li Yi was very curious why his pass to Yang Pan in the first half was so beautiful that even the coach praised him specifically.

Which one was the real him, the first half or the second half?

Li Yongle received the ball. Albelda thought he would make a mistake again, so he was not too wary of him, just paying attention to Krule on the side. In his opinion, there were only three troublesome guys on the Chinese team: Yang Pan, who played for AC Milan, An Ke, the main goalkeeper for Dortmund, and Krule Li, the Chelsea midfielder who had become famous some time ago.

Zhang Jun? He was still muddling along in the second division. The coach said he was great, but I didn't see it.

Li Yongle? He was said to be playing for Inter Milan, but he rarely played. Looking at his performance in the past ten minutes, he was not very good either.

Krule retreated to meet him, and Li Yongle honestly passed the ball back to him. It looked like a very ordinary pass, something anyone who plays football would do.

Xavi was tightly marking Krule, Krule couldn't turn around, so he had to pass the ball back to Li Yongle again.

At this time, Albelda approached. After all, it was a bit unreasonable to let the other team's player get the ball freely near the center line. He tried to force Li Yongle to turn backwards, and Li Yongle did as he wished, having to turn around and retreat with the ball under pressure.

And as long as he retreated, Joaquin on the wing had already returned to defense. One in front and one behind, they would definitely be able to intercept this kid's ball!

But just as Li Yongle turned around, he suddenly made a long diagonal pass from right to left!

The TV camera followed the football and discovered that the left side of Spain, the right side of the Chinese team, was empty at some point. Only one left-back, Raul Bravo, was looking at the football in the air and retreating, preparing to receive the ball.

At this moment, a lightning-like white shadow suddenly inserted from the right side of the Chinese team.

"It's Yang Pan! He's too fast!"

That's right, it was Yang Pan. He had sprinted forward at high speed when Li Yongle passed the ball. The timing of the pass and the run was very well controlled. There was no situation where the ball arrived but the person didn't, nor would the person arrive and then have to wait for the ball.

For a speed-type player, there was nothing more comfortable than this kind of ball.

Raul Bravo obviously noticed the threat from behind. He turned around and chased after the ball, hoping to destroy it before Yang Pan could get to it. But as soon as he turned around, Yang Pan headed the incoming ball forward!

The ball arrived and the person arrived!

Then Yang Pan accelerated! Accelerated! Sprinted! Sprinted again!

Bravo intended to push Yang Pan out of bounds with his hand, but he only pushed a gust of wind, and he almost fell out himself.

After Yang Pan got rid of Bravo with his speed, he caught up with the ball and kicked it towards the inner penalty area with his right foot, then cut inside himself.

His speed was amazing! Even if the field was slippery, it couldn't affect him at all.

This was Yang Pan's true strength!

Casillas attacked. Were the two sides going one-on-one?

Yang Pan obviously didn't intend to go one-on-one with Casillas. He knew that the Spanish goalkeeper was good at saving one-on-ones, and he didn't have the confidence to break through him.

"The goalkeeper is attacking! But Yang Pan is shooting directly!"

Yang Pan kicked and shot angrily from the edge of the penalty area! He used all his strength in this shot. The yellow football shot towards the goal like lightning. Casillas tried his best to save, but he didn't touch the football!

But the football brushed against the post and flew out, then hit the advertising board hard. The sound could be clearly heard even at the very top of the fourth tier of the stands. The Spanish fans were startled by the loud noise.

"It didn't go in! What a pity!"

"What a pity!!"

"It didn't go in!! Too lucky!!"

Commentators from two different countries exclaimed at the same time.

Yang Pan then waved his hand hard, regretting that the ball didn't go in.

Watching the football hit the crossbar, Zhang Jun raised his head and exhaled very unwillingly. The rain had long stopped, and there was no more rain, but there was still not a single star in the night sky.

This pass he made for Yang Pan had not been practiced in training. It was completely a momentary inspiration.

This heart-to-heart tacit understanding made him feel like he was back in high school. Even the games were carefree. Liang Ke let them play freely, so there were so many wonderful collaborations. It could be said that Zhang Jun was even more regretful than Yang Pan that the ball didn't go in.

Li Yongle ran to take the corner kick. Both center-backs came up, and Zhang Jun retreated to the outside, not getting tangled up with them in crowded places. He just tilted his head and stood at the top of the penalty arc, watching the chaos inside.

The corner kick was taken, and the situation in front of the goal became even more chaotic.

In the chaos, someone headed the ball out, right where Zhang Jun was standing. The Spanish players were all focused on the front of the goal, but forgot about Zhang Jun outside the penalty area.

Seeing that this ball was suitable for a direct volley, Zhang Jun turned his body to the side of the goal, then used his left foot as support, and swung his right leg, intending to half-volley.

But at that moment, he slipped and lost his balance!

Zhang Jun reacted quickly. Since he slipped and couldn't stand still, then he might as well volley. He used his waist and abdomen, swung his right leg over, and swung his left leg back, like an airplane propeller, carrying his entire body up.

The ball arrived, and the foot also arrived! Volley! Shot!!

There were many people in the penalty area. At the moment of shooting, Zhang Jun didn't want to aim at anywhere. It was good enough that he could hit the football at that time.

But the football passed through the crowd in front of the Spanish goal as if guided by a ghost. Helguera stretched his head to head it, but didn't touch it. Salgado flew a kick to block it, but it was too late.

The football drew an arc, made a turn in the penalty area, and flew towards the right side of the goal, while Casillas was standing on the left, four meters away from the football! He was powerless. Blocked by the crowd in front of him, he didn't even move, and the football hit the post and then bounced into the goal.

The ball went in!

The Chinese team scored!

At the moment the football hit the net, all the fans in China who had stayed up all night to watch and the people on the Chinese team's bench in the Bernabeu had only one action: they raised their arms and jumped up, then shouted wildly!

It was also a goal, but this goal was much more exciting than the two scored by Spain. A volley from the edge of the penalty area, the football drew an arc, bypassed all the defenders, bypassed all the obstacles, and went straight into the dead corner!

Whether it was skill or luck, this goal went in, and it went in beautifully!

Zhang Jun, who scored the goal, lay on the ground and saw the football go into the net, then jumped up and ran towards the sideline.

Li Yongle wanted to come up and hug him, but he waved his hand: "Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Li Yongle! Let me celebrate this goal myself, okay? I want to show those Spanish reporters! Let them see the consequences of underestimating us!"

Yang Pan wanted to pounce on him from behind, but when he heard what Zhang Jun said, he also tactfully retreated to the side. Before the game, they all knew how the Spanish media looked down on the Chinese team. At that time, Xiang Tao and others were furious. In his own words, it was "outraged". But Zhang Jun didn't say a word. Yang Pan knew that Zhang Jun wasn't indifferent, but was holding his breath, holding it in until he got on the field and slapped the Spanish media in the face with his actions.

Even if the newspapers the next day said that Spain defeated China at home, no one could ignore this volley.

Finally running to the sidelines, Zhang Jun vigorously waved his fist towards the press box above the stands, and then shouted: "Did you see that! Didn't you say we came to visit the Bernabeu?! Now you keep laughing!! Your Saint Casillas didn't save it, none of your defenders touched it, didn't you say it would be an easy victory?! One day, we will defeat you! Make you all shut up!!"