First he followed the trend, then he was Lao Wang.

The second half of 1998 was really turbulent.

I thought that the splendor of the World Cup could be covered up for a while and the thundering time could be extended.

But Lao Wang has a bad temper.

Except for changing "Our football can't get out" to "It's useless even if we get out", it is basically the same as what Zeng Zheng heard in his previous life.

Looking at Director Wan who was gasping for breath with anger, Zeng Zheng became the one who comforted people.

"Brother Wan, calm down."

"Wanda didn't quit all of a sudden. Didn't Pharaoh Wang say that he would continue to play before the end of the league?"

"He just said something in anger. Maybe he will take it back again when the announcement comes from Zhu Xie at the end of the year!"

It was okay that Zeng Zheng didn't say anything, but when he mentioned this, Director Wan's temper got worse again.

"Fuck, it's all about Yu Yuanqiong."

"check!"

"We must investigate it vigorously!"

"Look what happened to that guy."

"I don't believe that if Bamboo Shoes paid attention to this matter, these ghosts and ghosts could still cause trouble!"

"Ouch... Wanda is going to be finished... Dalian Football is going to be finished too!"

"Wanda is finished, isn't this team still there?" Zeng Zheng curled his lips, "This team is the signature of DL City. It won't be difficult to find a new home, right?"

"Next home? By the way, Xiao Zeng, don't you just want to start a football team? How about you take over Wanda? Didn't Lao Wang say that the team will be transferred for free? If you are so capable, our Dalian team will definitely be able to do it.

Continue to dominate Class A.”

"Yes, yes, Brother Wan, please spare me!" Zeng Zheng quickly waved his hand and refused.

"Whoever wants to take over Dalian must first be prepared to lose 30 million yuan a year."

"My family has a small business and is not that capable!"

...

After taking Wan Tai Chang's car back to Zhuanghe that afternoon, Zeng Zheng also returned to Huayuankou.

As soon as I got to the office and lay down, the BP machine rang.

Take a look at the phone number.

Yes, it’s Wang Junsheng again!

Does Bamboo Shoes still have time to find him?

Don't you want to develop yourself into an informant?

Zeng Zheng complained while dialing the phone.

"Hello, Uncle Wang?"

As soon as Wang Junsheng over there said a few words, Zeng Zheng was so angry that he jumped up from his chair.

"What the hell? Asian Youth Championship?"

"Uncle Wang, you are really using me as a mule!"

"I'm not as bully as you!"

"I went to the Asian Youth Championship, what about the Asian Games?"

"No, I'll only go to one of the two!"

Wang Junsheng, the old man on the other end of the phone, looked unconcerned and imitated what Xu Fang taught him and said:

"You have promised to meet the Asian Games a long time ago! The Asian Youth Championship is your duty. Why, do you still want to skip your job?"

"My job? What job? Am I not the Olympic coach?"

"Yes." Wang Junsheng spread his hands, "Is there an Olympic team now?"

this...

Zeng Zheng was stunned.

Not really!

"Xiao Zeng, you don't know, right? This year's National Youth Team will be next year's National Olympics."

grass!

Zeng Zheng couldn't help but scolded his mother.

Good guy!

This was all planned for him.

"When is the game?"

Seeing Zeng Zheng relent, Wang Junsheng's lips curled up.

"The competition will start in mid-October and we will start on the 13th. No matter what, we will have to train for a week."

"There happens to be a friendly match between the National Youth League and Liaoning Tianrun on the 6th."

"What do you think about returning to the team then?"

"When the boys from the National Youth League heard that you were going to lead the team, they were all so happy! They all regard you as their idol!"

Zeng Zheng shook his head after hearing this, "Okay, Uncle Wang, don't put a high hat on me. What kind of idol? I'm not Ronaldo!"

"You are not Ronaldo, but you are Van Gaal and Hiddink!"

"Okay, I'll try to get there after the National Day!"

"Then it's settled. I've already agreed with Coach Chen that he will step down and assist you as soon as you arrive. Do you have anything else? If not, I'll hang up."

Zeng Zheng thought for a while and asked tentatively, "Uncle Wang, can you help me check which clubs have filed for bankruptcy or withdrawn from the competition this year?"

After a while, the fax machine spit out a long list.

Zeng Zheng became more and more shocked as he watched.

In Serie B alone, dozens of clubs come in and out every year.

Many clubs declare bankruptcy just one year after their establishment.

If you can't hold on in the early stages, how can you make it bigger and stronger?

After browsing for a long time, the name of a club instantly caught Zeng Zheng's eyes.

Pikachu, it’s you who decides!

Without further ado, Sun Xianlu drove Zeng Zheng to the airport that night, and Zeng Zheng also caught the last flight heading north.

...

Northeast China has always been a fertile ground for cultivating football talents.

Whether it is Shenyang and Dalian in Liaoning, or Changchun and Yanbian in Jilin, these teams have been active in the top league most of the time.

But HLJ alone has always been a wasteland for Northeastern football.

For no other reason than it is too cold here!

In winter it can often be minus 30 or 40 degrees Celsius.

Let alone playing football, even if you go outside to pee, you can drag an icicle back from your crotch.

The weather in HLJ is so cold, but the fans are very enthusiastic about football.

For the fans here.

They don't expect to win the A championship, they just hope to have a hometown team competing in the top league.

Even so, it is all a luxury.

The reality is as cold as the winter in Harbin, but behind this cruelty, Longjiang people have developed their tenacious character.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Lange’s Mr. Liu’s tongue was so full of alcohol that he couldn’t speak clearly.

"Zeng, Coach Zeng."

"You, you are the treasure of our national team... bur~~~ treasure!"

"With you, not only can we qualify, but we can also enter the top 16."

"You, you must be able to come to our Harbin, our Harbin football, Harbin football...wuwuwu..."

After speaking, Mr. Liu picked up the Moutai on the table and drank it.

"Mr. Liu, you can't drink anymore..."
To be continued...