"Do you still want to play soccer?" After getting out of the detention center, Huang He found Huang Fan and asked him very seriously.
"I don't know..." Huang Fan's little head was a bit confused. "I used to really like soccer, but when I saw others standing on the podium that day and winning the game while I stood outside, I didn't really want to anymore."
"Alright then!" Huang He nodded. "Dad will help you find a new hobby. From now on, you're not allowed to touch soccer anymore... No, you are forbidden to touch soccer. Are you willing?"
"I'm not willing!" Huang Fan blurted out.
"I understand!" Huang He nodded. "You clearly still like soccer, but you're afraid that things like what happened the other day will happen again, right?"
"Yes!" Huang Fan nodded.
"Don't worry about that!" Huang He said very seriously. "Although Dad can't fly and burrow, he can make sure you never encounter a game like that again!"
"If you really want to play soccer, then Dad will definitely provide you with the best environment so you can play without any worries, but the premise is that you can endure the hardship of training yourself."
"As long as you have the ability, Dad will find you the best coaches, send you to overseas youth training teams, and let you play in the world's top soccer leagues for all-round development!" Huang He said.
"Ah..." Huang Fan's expression suddenly dimmed when he heard this. "Dad, I don't want to play soccer abroad. The coach said his biggest dream is to see Chinese soccer enter the World Cup. If I play abroad, won't I be unable to represent China in the World Cup?"
Huang Fan, this silly child, thought that once he went abroad, he wouldn't be able to represent China in the World Cup.
"Hahahaha!" Boss Huang couldn't help but laugh. "Silly child, as long as you don't change your nationality, you can't play for other countries. When it comes to the World Cup, you will definitely have to come back to join the national team."
"Oh, in that case, can I go to the World Cup?" Huang Fan asked with an excited smile.
"Well..." Boss Huang's expression stiffened, then he shook his head. "That's probably not possible yet. After all, you're just one person, but soccer is a game for 11 people. With your individual strength, you probably won't be able to play in the World Cup in this lifetime."
"Is that so..." Huang Fan's expression turned dim again, but he quickly cheered up. "It doesn't matter, Dad. My individual strength is also strength. I will definitely train with all my might, and in the end, even with my own strength, I will be able to play in the World Cup!"
"This silly child, how can this be achieved by your individual strength alone? With that bunch of pigs in the Football Association, it's absolutely impossible!" Boss Huang muttered to himself, while also falling into distress.
First of all, any fool knows that China's aspiration to play in the World Cup is basically impossible. Moreover, according to his memory, Chinese soccer would only get worse in the future, until there was nothing left. Even if his son were Messi reincarnated, Maradona reborn, or Ronaldo possessed, he would never be able to lead the Chinese team to the World Cup.
The only way for him to play in the World Cup would probably be to have Huang Fan change his nationality and join a strong world team, so he might even win a World Cup championship.
Most wealthy people would probably do that, but Boss Huang wouldn't. Even if he killed Huang Fan with his own hands, he wouldn't agree to his son changing his nationality.
But Huang He absolutely could not watch his son's dream become an illusion. It was rare for the child to have such firm belief now. If he dispelled this firm belief today, it would be difficult for him to have such conviction again in the future.
Forget it, it's not about winning the World Cup for China, it's not about winning the World Cup championship. China had entered the World Cup before. With a little money, it should be achievable.
"Okay, go practice with peace of mind. Dad guarantees that you will definitely represent China in the World Cup!" Boss Huang said solemnly. Huang Fan was immediately overjoyed and went to find his personal coach to practice again.
Boss Huang, on the other hand, looked out the window at the soccer field with a melancholic gaze.
Since he was reborn into this world, even with a debt of 350 million, Boss Huang had never felt such a significant difficulty.
350 million was easy to earn, but making China enter the World Cup was a difficulty that would make even God weep!
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"Coach, my dad told me that he will definitely let me represent the Chinese team in the World Cup in the future!" Huang Fan said excitedly to his coach Sun Hai after returning to the field.
"Cough cough... cough cough... Then you must work hard!" Sun Hai coughed several times. Although he knew how rich Huang Fan's father was, as a former national team captain, he knew very well that qualifying for the World Cup was not something that money alone could achieve, so he really wanted to complain a little.
After all, the Guangzhou team has money now, but the national team is still like this. In fact, in Sun Hai's opinion, as the Chinese Super League earned more money and the players had more money, the national team's strength became weaker and weaker. This was almost an unavoidable vicious cycle.
However, Sun Hai also knew that he absolutely could not dampen Huang Fan's confidence. Huang Fan was the best in terms of physical fitness among all the students he had taught, and he had a father who was the richest man in the world behind him. Even if he spent money to develop him, he could still create a world-class player.
This disciple was probably the last glory of his life. Although the possibility of him entering the World Cup in the future was slim, the possibility of him playing in the top five leagues in the world still existed.
Moreover, if his father was willing to spend money to operate, it might even be possible to win a Ballon d'Or and make Huang Fan reach the pinnacle of all players. As for letting the child play in the World Cup, it could be considered a beautiful dream.
This was what Sun Hai thought, but Boss Huang himself clearly did not.
So that evening, when Sun Hai finished a day's training with Huang Fan and was about to return to his independent villa to rest, he was suddenly informed that Boss Huang had invited him.
Sun Hai immediately changed into his best attire, a Hanfu suit from Caiwei, and then cautiously followed the staff to meet Boss Huang.
"Coach Hao, thank you for your efforts for the child in the past few months. This is a small token of my appreciation. I hope you will accept it!" As soon as they met, Boss Huang directly placed a bank card in front of Sun Hai. Sun Hai was very excited. Although he didn't know how much money was in the card, given Boss Huang's status, it should be at least a million.
As it turned out, Sun Hai had underestimated Boss Huang. When he found an opportunity to check the balance of the bank card, he was shocked to find that there were 88.88 million RMB in it, which already exceeded all the wealth Sun Hai had accumulated in his life over the past few decades. And this was only because he had taught Huang Fan soccer for three months. This was simply insane.
"Should I leave now?" After receiving Boss Huang's bank card, Sun Hai originally thought this was Boss Huang's final thank you gift.
After all, the kindergarten soccer league had ended, and Huang Fan was deeply affected. Boss Huang himself was even detained for 10 days because of it. From any perspective, the soccer journey of the world's richest man's son should be over.
"No, I still have more things to trouble Coach Hao with!" Boss Huang said with a smile. "Although I know many people, my connections in the soccer circle are still a bit limited! So I hope Coach Hao can help me contact some soccer experts to hold a meeting here. I hope to consult them about some matters!"
"Ah!" Sun Hai was stunned for a moment, then said, "Mr. Huang, although I am very willing to do this for you, I am just a lousy soccer player. My connections in the circle are at most some players. Those who can truly decide the future of Chinese soccer, I have almost no relationship with them."
"So I think if you want to make efforts in soccer, with your status, you can directly contact Chairman Cai of the Football Association. As far as I know, he has always admired you very much and has repeatedly hoped that Jiangnan Group can join the Chinese Super League ranks and contribute to Chinese soccer. I can help you contact him, with him..."
"No, I'm not interested in that guy named Cai!" Boss Huang shook his head decisively. "I know this guy. He used to play table tennis, and he was quite good at it. But asking someone who plays table tennis to manage soccer seems very funny and unprofessional."
"Moreover, I have had one or two contacts with him. This guy no longer looks like an athlete, but an official with a grand demeanor. I don't even have the interest to talk to such a person. He also cannot help China enter the World Cup... In fact, if he really had the ability, the very strong Chinese team this year would have already qualified for the World Cup, wouldn't it?"
"Boss Huang really wants to enter the World Cup!" Although Sun Hai had already heard this from Huang Fan, he always thought it was just Boss Huang comforting his child. He never expected that Boss Huang actually had this intention.
Boss Huang then continued, "I watched your 2002 World Cup matches and felt that you wanted to win, so I hope you can introduce some soccer people who genuinely want to win to me to answer my questions."
"I understand!" A surge of passion suddenly welled up in Sun Hai's heart. He hadn't felt such passion for a long time. He had a feeling that the wonderful experience he had in 2002 might have a chance to happen again.