Chapter 1 The Goal

Due to the position and angle, the Chinese team's bench couldn't see the football entering the goal, but they saw all the Chinese players in the penalty area raising their hands. They knew the goal was in.

Hu Li took the lead, and four or five people rushed up at once, also raising their hands, some still waving towels.

Qiu Suhui wasn't as excited as Hu Li. He started Zhang Jun precisely to let him score. Facts proved that even if Puyol restricted his performance, his condition was still good. If this condition could be maintained until the World Cup, it shouldn't be a problem for the Chinese team to score a historic goal in their World Cup journey.

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When Zhang Jun actually scored, Li Yan didn't shout or jump. He lay on the reporters' table, clearly watching Zhang Jun roar at the reporters' area. The Spanish reporters didn't understand what he was roaring, but Zhang Jun didn't intend for them to understand, did he? He just wanted to vent. Who cared if they understood!

The Spanish reporters around him could only use words and phrases like "beautiful," "wonderful," "speechless," "unbelievable"... They couldn't even put together a coherent sentence.

The goal was indeed wonderful, but Li Yan had seen even more wonderful goals. He was more concerned about Zhang Jun's attitude.

Since when did Zhang Jun have such an explosive side? Was it because he was playing in the passionate city of Florence? In the past, he would at most put his finger to his lips, but now he reminded Li Yan of Figo's celebration after scoring a goal against Real Madrid at the Camp Nou in the 9798 season.

Figo also waved away the teammates who wanted to hug him, then rushed to the sidelines, waving his fist at the stands and roaring loudly.

Li Yan didn't know what Figo roared at the time, but at that moment, he felt that Luís Figo, wearing the Barça captain's armband, was the king of Camp Nou.

Zhang Jun still hadn't shed his childishness, but Li Yan could see that he was growing little by little, perhaps slowly, but he was always improving. For example, he would take the initiative to care about others and try to integrate Cruz into the team.

Would he one day become the king of the Chinese team?

Li Yan didn't know, and he was very clear that Yang Pan would definitely wear the captain's armband in the future. Looking at his performance on and off the field, there was no doubt about it.

But the captain wasn't necessarily the most dazzling figure in a team. For someone like Yang Pan, his habit of considering others made him a selfless and dedicated captain.

Li Yongle would be the core of the Chinese team, the midfield engine, the commander. But his dislike of being in the limelight made it impossible for him to become the spiritual leader of a team.

Although Zhang Jun didn't want to be in the limelight, didn't want to be a hero or a spiritual leader, his pure happiness and never-give-up spirit would still unknowingly infect others. His goals always made everyone excited and cheer. Wasn't that the role of a spiritual leader?

Whether Zhang Jun wanted it or not, he would be pushed to that position by countless people. He couldn't get down, even if he retired, he would still be worshiped like a god.

From the moment you succeeded in the Netherlands, with your personality, your position was already fixed.

This was the happiness of Chinese football, but not necessarily your happiness. Zhang Jun, should I cry or laugh for you?

Li Yan realized that he had created this situation with his own hands, and he shook his head with a wry smile.

The Spanish reporters were already typing everything about this goal into their laptops. Just as Yang Pan thought, they could write that Spain won against China by a certain score, and how Raúl scored two wonderful goals, but they couldn't ignore this goal.

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The match continued, and soon Zhang Jun was replaced by Wu Shangshan. Li Suisheng was replaced with him, by Liu Peng. Then Li Yi was replaced by Wang Yu.

Li Yongle, as the midfield core, frequently passed good balls. Wu Shangshan also worked hard, making several breakthroughs that were quite threatening, but Casillas was in better form, repeatedly saving his shots, making it impossible for him to perform in front of Qiu Suhui and prove that he could be a starter and partner with Zhang Jun.

On the other side, An Ke wasn't losing to Casillas either. Being a year younger than Casillas, he consecutively saved one-on-one shots from Joaquin and Raúl within two minutes.

The Chinese team's performance made the Spanish audience very nervous. Anything could happen with a one-goal difference.

Qiu Suhui was naturally very satisfied. When Li Yongle was alive, the Chinese team was alive. Everyone who could be kept in this national team by him had strength. Now, his top priority was to mold them into a whole, and this molding wasn't just about tactical arrangements.

During injury time, the referee awarded Spain a penalty kick. Zheng Jun pulled Mista, who was breaking through him, in the penalty area. The referee naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity. He not only gave a penalty kick but also showed Zheng Jun a yellow card.

The Chinese team members were too lazy to appeal to the referee. Anyway, the game was about to end. Only An Ke was very upset. That opportunity was actually fifty-fifty between him and Mista. If Zheng Jun hadn't pulled him, he might have been able to punch this long pass away.

Now, with Zheng Jun's interference, nothing was left.

During the Asian qualifiers, he was very dissatisfied with Zheng Jun, but at that time, he didn't play, and his dislike was only based on his previous impression from watching TV. Now that he was on the field, with such a reckless center-back in front of him, which goalkeeper could feel at ease?

An Ke didn't save Raúl's penalty kick. He completely dived in the wrong direction. Spain won 3-1, sealing the victory.

"Fuck!" An Ke stamped hard on the goalpost. He didn't dare to point at Zheng Jun's nose and curse, so he could only vent his anger on the goalpost.

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The final result of this match was 3-1. The Spanish national team defeated the visiting Chinese national team at the Bernabéu Stadium. This result made many people regret it because the score didn't accurately reflect the course of the match.

But Qiu Suhui didn't care about these. He even joked with Spanish reporters at the press conference: "What? You ask how I feel? Well, the dressing room facilities at the Bernabéu are complete, with both hot and cold water, very convenient. I even want to soak in that circular bathtub."

He said this directly in Spanish, without bothering the translator next to him.

Many Chinese reporters cheered inwardly because they saw the Spanish reporters laughing while their expressions weren't very comfortable.

"This is a revenge for their previous contempt. Qiu Suhui didn't use a translator because he was afraid that the Spanish girl would miss many wonderful things. From Zhang Jun's goal to Qiu Suhui's smile, we saw the confidence of Chinese football. This will be the key to how far they can go in Germany," a Chinese reporter wrote later.

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While the Spanish media was still talking about that match and cheering for Raúl's hat-trick, the Chinese team was already on the plane from Spain to the Netherlands.

Most of the players were playing cards in their respective groups. Yang Pan, as always, was enjoying his music with his eyes closed. Zhang Jun was sleeping, he had stayed up a bit late last night and was sleep-deprived.

After Qiu Suhui and Hu Li discussed the training arrangements for the three days in the Netherlands, he got up and wandered around the cabin, occasionally reminding the card-playing players not to disturb the other passengers.

He saw that the old players were still together, without any new players. And the situation on the new players' side was the same as here. The two sides were separated by the aisle, clearly divided.

This was exactly what was giving Qiu Suhui a headache. He had been reading books on psychology lately, hoping to find a solution.

While wandering, he discovered that Li Yongle was sitting alone by the window, with the curtains drawn, holding a laptop and watching a movie with headphones on. He knew that there were many people in the team who liked video games, but Li Yongle was the only one who was crazy about collecting movies. When many players wanted to watch a certain movie, they only needed to ask Li Yongle to know if it was good or not.

He walked over and sat next to Li Yongle, pointing at the computer screen: "What movie?"

Li Yongle realized it was the head coach, and quickly took off his headphones, honestly answering, "Any Given Sunday."

"What's it about?" Qiu Suhui squinted his eyes. Since it was an LCD screen, and the angle was a bit off, he couldn't see clearly, only vaguely seeing a green field. This made him interested in the movie itself.

"Um, it's a sports-themed movie about the American National Football League. The plot... how should I put it, I personally think it's a bit old-fashioned, after all, it's a Hollywood commercial film. But what attracts me is the passionate spirit inside. This movie has a very strong cast. The director Oliver Stone is very famous, he has filmed anti-war films like Born on the Fourth of July and Platoon. The male and female leads are also big stars. Al Pacino, Cameron Diaz, Dennis Quaid, James Woods, Jamie Foxx... Among them, Al Pacino is my favorite actor, he starred in The Godfather series and won the Oscar for Best Actor with Scent of a Woman..."

Qiu Suhui realized that if he let it go, Li Yongle could keep talking until the plane landed. He had to interrupt Li Yongle's long speech: "Have you watched it many times? You seem very familiar with it."

"Twenty times," Li Yongle held up two fingers. "I can even memorize the plot."

Qiu Suhui was shocked. Because of his work, he rarely watched movies, TV shows, or anything like that. He found it hard to understand how someone could watch an American Hollywood commercial film twenty times. It was too crazy!

"Twenty times! Good heavens! Then why are you still using this little time on the plane to watch it for the twenty-first time?"

"Yang Pan found this from my pile of discs. He likes to watch it. I also haven't watched it for a long time, so I wanted to relive it. The first time I watched it, I couldn't help but tremble when I saw the final battle. It was too exciting," Li Yongle said with an embarrassed smile.

"Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?" Someone like Qiu Suhui, who rarely watched movies, wouldn't understand the feelings of a fan.

"Not at all. Qiu *zhi* can actually watch it. The protagonist is a coach, although he's an American football coach. I think you might have some resonance after watching it," Li Yongle handed the headphones to Qiu Suhui, then pressed the stop button and played it again from the beginning.

Qiu Suhui thought that since he had nothing to do now, watching a movie to relax was also good.

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A brown football was quietly placed on the field. A hand wrapped in tape stood it up. Two teams wearing red and black jerseys faced each other, ready to go.

You could see them opening their mouths, but you couldn't hear their voices. Then, suddenly, the players on both sides collided together, the sound of helmets and shoulder pads colliding was incessant. They tangled with each other, and the game began.

Sound only appeared when there was a collision. The rhythm of the camera was sometimes fast, sometimes slow, interspersed with close-ups of several characters.

Then there were injuries, the referee's whistle, the fans' boos, a scene of chaos, a packed stadium, the voices of the TV commentators, impassioned rock music... The film used an intense match as the beginning.

When the head coach paced back and forth on the sidelines, constantly cursing, "Damn it! Goddamn it! Useless things! Sissies!" Qiu Suhui smiled knowingly. How familiar this feeling was!

Back then, he was still traveling in Europe, and he always cursed some of these swear words when coaching a team.

Not just American football, but also soccer, or basketball, baseball, hockey... it seemed that there were very few coaches who didn't swear.

This is the life I'm familiar with. Qiu Suhui, watching the movie, suddenly had a feeling: familiarity.

Although he had only watched it for less than five minutes, Qiu Suhui's interest in this movie was growing. He knew that he couldn't finish it on the plane, nor could he watch it properly. He said to Li Yongle: "Can I borrow it? I can't finish it on the plane. I want to watch it again when I get to the Netherlands. I think I like this guy a little," he pointed to Tony D'Amato, the Sharks coach played by Al Pacino.

Li Yongle naturally wouldn't refuse. He was also happy to let more people like this movie. "No problem. Qiu *zhi* can take it, you can watch it for as long as you want," he took the disc out of the drive, put it in the case, and handed it to Qiu Suhui.

"Haha! I won't watch it twenty times like you. It's just an entertainment film, one viewing is enough," Qiu Suhui laughed, then took the disc, got up, and left.

Not long after Qiu Suhui left, Yang Pan took off his md and ran to Li Yongle's seat: "What did Qiu *zhi* talk to you about? Did he severely criticize your performance yesterday?"

Li Yongle glared at him: "Why is your heart so dark? Nothing, we just talked about movies."

"Movies?" Yang Pan was a little surprised, "I remember Qiu *zhi* doesn't watch movies."

"He saw me watching Any Given Sunday, so he came over and asked me. I recommended it to him, and he said he wanted to borrow it after watching it for five minutes."

"You really lent it to him?"

Li Yongle nodded: "I said he could watch it for as long as he wanted."

Yang Pan was "close to tears": "You actually said that! I haven't even watched it yet!"

Li Yongle leaned in: "Then I'll tell you the story, I can even memorize the lines..."

Before Li Yongle could finish speaking, Yang Pan pushed his face aside: "Go stay where it's cool," got up and returned to his seat. The plane had already flown over Amsterdam.

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The Chinese team was arranged to train at Ajax's training base. They had three days to prepare. Three days later, on April 2nd, Basten's Dutch national team would face them at Ajax's home stadium, the Amsterdam Arena.

The battle against Spain hadn't done much to ease the relationship between the two groups of players. Overly aggressive tackles during training would make both sides glare at each other.

This gave Qiu Suhui and Hu Li a headache. In this situation, how could he talk to them about teamwork and overall tactics?

He drilled a set-piece tactic for a whole day, and training was always interrupted by his whistle, and these interruptions were abnormal. He had to interrupt normal training for those trivial matters. How could this improve training efficiency?

Qiu Suhui was annoyed, but he couldn't get angry, for fear of intensifying the conflict between the two sides. He had signed a bullshit military order with the Football Association, but here he was, still unable to enter the normal training plan because of the team's unity.

After the day's training, he decided to go downstairs for a walk to relax. His mind had been filled with those messy troubles these days, making him really want to vent.

As soon as he walked out the door, he saw Yang Pan walking towards him: "Qiu *zhi*, have you seen Zhang Jun?"

Qiu Suhui nodded: "He asked me for leave to go to Volendam."

"Volendam?" Yang Pan was a little surprised. He looked at the hotel door in the distance and said with some dejection, "That kid actually sneaked off alone without calling me!"

"Yang Pan..."

"Hmm?"

"Your feelings for Volendam aren't as deep as Zhang Jun's, are they? That one season in Volendam was just a stepping stone for you to move to a higher-level league, right?"

Yang Pan didn't speak.

"You don't need to feel embarrassed, it's normal. If Zhang Jun hadn't been sent back then, he probably would have treated Volendam as a stepping stone as well. Professional football is very realistic, there's nothing wrong with that," Qiu Suhui said, "It's just that Zhang Jun lived there for two seasons longer than you, so his feelings are deeper than yours. He didn't notify anyone this time, I think he just wanted to go back to relive the past and see those places. After all, he has more memories there than you, so he didn't call you, right? You don't need to take it to heart."

"I know, I know, Qiu *zhi*..." Yang Pan murmured, looking at the sunset in the direction of the door.

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Zhang Jun stood in front of the apartment in the night, the afterglow of the western sky faint, unable to penetrate this natural barrier formed by the forest.

Zhang Jun couldn't be more familiar with the apartment in front of him. Because he had lived here for three whole years. He and Yang Pan lived together for the first year, and he lived alone for the next two years. Sophie had also come to live for a short period of more than a month. He and Yang Pan, and An Ke messed around in here, he and Sophie whispered sweet nothings in here, he recovered from injuries in here, receiving Feng Qing's treatment, he spent lonely nights in here...

From the outside, it had hardly changed. Of course, this didn't rule out the factor that it was dark and Zhang Jun couldn't see clearly.

Some light shone from the windows, spilling into the yard. Who could be living in here? The adjacent apartment was pitch black, with no lights and no one.

Zhang Jun paced back and forth on the gravel path in front of the apartment. He didn't plan to go up and knock on the door, then say to the person who opened the door: "Hey, I'm the person who used to live here, your former teammate." That wouldn't be mysterious.

This was also the theme of Zhang Jun's visit to Volendam this time. He didn't want to disturb anyone. He just wanted to come here alone to see the place where he used to live, the place where he used to compete, the place where he had lived for three years. Since it was a memory, he had to let his impression of everything here remain as it was before he left. Getting too close would destroy many good feelings.

This road under my feet... he and Seth would run along it to the training ground every morning, then start the day's morning training. Generally, after they had trained for thirty minutes, other players would come one after another.

If it wasn't dark and the Volendam training base wasn't closed, he would really want to run it again.

Zhang Jun looked at the sky. He still had to go to Veronica Stadium, so he wouldn't stay here long.

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Zhang Jun wasn't afraid that anyone would recognize him. He tucked his long hair into his baseball cap and put on sunglasses at night. As long as he lowered the brim of his hat, and the sky was dark, it would be hell to be recognized.

On the square in front of the stadium, the huge floodlights lit it up snow-white. Now there was only him, and his shadow was stretched very long.

Zhang Jun really wanted to go in and take a look, but looking at the locked door, he had to give up.

How much had it changed behind there? Had the orange plastic seats been renovated? Would the number 11 showerhead in the locker room still leak? Had the soundproofing problem been solved yet?

Zhang Jun looked up at the tall exterior wall of the stadium, asking himself in his heart.

The billboard facing Veronica had become a team advertisement promoting Volendam. He still recognized many people on it: Coach Adriaanse, defender Kees Luijckx, right midfielder Wim, left midfielder Hervé, forward Henna... Zhang Jun was very happy to still see their faces. He thought that these people would have been sold out by that spendthrift chairman.

It seemed that the situation was better than he thought.

The billboard was huge, and there were many people on it. Zhang Jun looked at them one by one. Some he recognized, and some he didn't. When he saw the end, he was very, very surprised to find himself, the "Flying Dragon" at Philips Stadium!

This should have been erected this season. He was no longer a Volendam player, but the fans and the team still left him a position, counting him as a member of the team.

What kind of honor was this? It was like having your jersey and number retired with you after retirement. People left, but they would still be remembered by fans for a long time. Zhang Jun remembered what Wang Bo said to him when he left Volendam.

"Fool, have you forgotten those Dutch Cups, that 'Scorpion Kick', those wonderful moments? We will never forget them. That fat pig Hoorns won't, but we will build a museum for you in our hearts, collecting everything you have in Volendam here."

Now it wasn't just collected in the heart.

"Zhang, all the best!"

"We will miss you!"

"You will always be our king!"

"Zhang Jun bless Volendam!"

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Chip shot!

The football gracefully fell into the empty net.

"Zhang Jun bless Volendam! Zhang Jun bless Volendam!!" This song exploded in Zhang Jun's heart like thunder.

"gooooooooooooooooooAL!! Zhang——Jun——!!"

Zhang Jun raised his arms high, standing in place, closing his eyes, as if he could really still hear the cheers of ten months ago.

He put down his arms. Now he was in the square, not the stadium. Everything from that day could no longer be found, and could only exist in memory.

It had been almost a year, and he had experienced many changes in this year. The first year after leaving Volendam was more difficult than he imagined. Perhaps it was this disappointment that made him miss the days in Volendam even more intensely, and that made him sneak here alone after training to seek memories.

He didn't notify anyone, Adriaanse, Hervé, Wang Bo... He didn't want to disturb them, that was one reason. Another reason was that Zhang Jun felt that he was doing too poorly, he had been reduced to playing in the Second Division, and he was too embarrassed to see them again. You know, when he left, they wished him to create even greater glory.

Zhang Jun didn't plan to go to the city to wander around anymore. He had to rush back to Amsterdam, back to the hotel.

Volendam was just a starting point for his career, not the end. Although this year hadn't gone smoothly for him, he was confident that as he performed better and better in Florence, his future would become brighter and brighter.

It would eventually get better, and those past Second Division days would only be buried in his heart and gradually forgotten. Zhang Jun didn't know when he would return to Volendam again after taking the time to come this time.

He got into the car chartered by the hotel, and then said to the driver: "Back to Amsterdam." His Dutch was still so fluent, but there would be very few places where it could be used in the future.

The car gradually drove away, and Zhang Jun didn't look back. He lowered his head and considered the match against the Dutch team. What would it be like to meet Mr. Basten this time?

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Taking a walk did not help Qiu Suhui relax his depressed mood. Back in his room, he inadvertently saw the disc he borrowed from Li Yongle - Any Given Sunday.

He thought of the head coach in the movie with messy hair, bloodshot eyes, and wrinkles all over his face. He acted so vividly!

He decided to put it on and watch it. Anyway, with his current mood, he couldn't concentrate on thinking about anything.

Qiu Suhui had just put the disc into the machine when he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in, the door's not closed," Qiu Suhui was too lazy to open the door.

Hu Li pushed the door open and entered: "I came here once just now, you weren't here. I wanted to ask if tomorrow's training will still follow the plan? We didn't complete the training plan at all today..."

Qiu Suhui now got a headache as soon as he heard this. He waved his hand: "Let's not talk about this today. Come on, Lao Hu, let's watch a movie."

"Movie?"

"Yeah, the protagonist is an American football coach. I think I can relate to him," Qiu Suhui pressed the play button, went back to the bed and sat down, beckoning Hu Li to come over as well.

Seeing that Qiu Suhui didn't plan to discuss serious matters with him now, Hu Li had no choice but to sit down and watch the movie with Qiu Suhui. He himself was a little interested in this movie, because he wanted to know what kind of film would make Qiu Suhui, who rarely took the initiative to watch movies, ask people to watch it together.

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Any Given Sunday, as Li Yongle said, had a very old-fashioned plot, and the whole film was filled with American-style heroism.

Coach Tony D'Amato was the greatest coach in this American football league, with a championship ring, but his era seemed to be over. His Miami Sharks had not won for many games. Christian Pagniacci took over the team left by his father, but found that he could not reach his father's level. At the same time, he was facing the embarrassment of insufficient support from the city government and the team facing relocation. Former star quarterback and captain Rooney was no longer in his prime, and serious injuries made him think about retiring. The highly talented but unfortunate black backup quarterback Willie Beaman finally seized the opportunity to become a hero, but lost himself due to his individualism and arrogance. The team doctor, who was regarded as an authority, concealed the players' injuries for personal gain. The team's defensive core "Shark" insisted on playing in the game in order to get a million-dollar interception bonus and support his family, even though he knew he might be directly killed on the field...

The ending of the story was not difficult to guess. The coach proved his ability in the most critical game, the toxic doctor was cleared in time, the old captain gritted his teeth and survived the first half, and scored a touchdown for the team heroically. The young genius realized the true meaning of the game and came on as a substitute. The female boss looked at the victory and understood that life was more important than American football and inheriting her father's legacy - a typical Hollywood ending.

Qiu Suhui didn't understand American football, but this didn't prevent him from watching with relish. He even watched the final battle three times.

Also, as Li Yongle said, Qiu Suhui discovered for the first time that he would feel excited, tremble all over, and be passionate when watching a fictional movie.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Qiu Suhui's mind, and he suddenly found a way to solve the unity problem that had been bothering him for many days.

It was just that he couldn't rush it now. Now was not the best time to solve the problem. There were still two days before the match with the Dutch team, and then the overseas players would return to their respective clubs to work hard for the final stage of the league, and he would take the remaining people back to China. They also had domestic league tasks.

In Qiu Suhui's mind, the best time to solve this problem was in the training camp before the World Cup. At that time, he would completely solve this problem. Even if the old and new players couldn't become friends, he wanted them to become teammates. Even if it was temporary, it would be enough at the World Cup.

"Lao Hu, what did you come to me for?" Qiu Suhui asked Hu Li, who was watching enthusiastically next to him.

Hu Li was stunned for a moment before he realized: "Ah, I wanted to ask you if tomorrow's training will still follow the plan."

"Follow the plan, everything will follow the plan..." Qiu Suhui nodded.

"But the team is like this now... we can't complete our plan at all," Hu Li said with some worry.

"Hey, let them jump around for a few more days!" Qiu Suhui said with a sinister smile. "I'll make them all behave before the World Cup opening match."

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With a plan in mind, Qiu Suhui was no longer anxious or angry when he saw everything happening on the training ground. The three days passed quickly, and China was about to go to the Amsterdam Arena to challenge the Dutch national team, which was sitting at home.

The Netherlands had countless genius rookies, and their strength was probably even above the Spanish national team. Qiu Suhui didn't dare to neglect them and sent out the strongest lineup he could muster.

This ordinary friendly match was given the gimmick of "Qiu Suhui and Basten's fateful encounter" by the boring media to attract attention, not to mention the relationship between Zhang Jun and Basten, who were both teacher and friend, which also did not escape the reporters' clutches.

"Fateful encounter? Haha! That's funny!" Basten said with a smile on the phone.

Qiu Suhui also laughed: "How are your preparations going?"

"Everything is ok. I think with the current strength of your Chinese team, you don't even have to think about defeating us," Basten replied.

"That's good, I was afraid that you would only send some second-tier substitutes. I'm here to let those frogs in the well see the top European level, so don't let up. I also have the strongest lineup, let's have a beautiful attacking match!"

"No problem!"

A classic and wonderful match required the joint efforts of two teams. This was what Barcelona coach Rijkaard said before the second leg of the Spanish Century War in the 0405 season. As a result, that match was indeed a very exciting and classic attacking match, which made countless fans cheer.

Now the match between the Chinese team and the Dutch team could not be compared with the century war between Real Madrid and Barcelona, but this did not prevent the two coaches from discussing how to make the match look good. Defense was not what the Netherlands was good at, nor was it what the Chinese team was good at. Instead of having a boring and ordinary match, why not have a beautiful and exciting attacking match?

Anyway, Basten believed that the Chinese team could not defeat the Dutch team, and Qiu Suhui just wanted to test how much strength the Chinese team's attacking combination had, and whether they had the ability to attack head-on with the Brazilian team in the World Cup opening match.

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