It was the afternoon of May 19th.

Long Shute had just come out of the award ceremony venue, and he was sitting back to his residence with a bunch of trophys of his own sitting on Suarez's BMW x5.

At this time, he received a familiar long-distance call in China.

"Hello, Uncle Li! It's already evening in China at this time, right?"

Perhaps because he had just gained a lot of honor, Long Shute was in a particularly good mood and his tone of answering the phone was much easier and more casual.

Before Li Bing spoke on the other side of the phone, laughter came first:

"Xiaolong, I just watched the award ceremony. You have swept all the awards! Uncle Li is here to congratulate you!"

"Thank you, Uncle Li, and I also made a special trip to call me to encourage me, haha." Long Shute also responded to the other party with a smile.

He was not so naive that day that he thought Li Bing would congratulate him at nine o'clock in the evening, but he could not expose it. After all, practicing Tai Chi is a necessary ability for every Chinese citizen.

Sure enough, after experiencing a lot of meaningless concerns and mutual concern, Li Bing finally turned the topic:

"Xiaolong, the Football Management Center recently gave me an exceptional appointment, allowing me to temporarily serve as the deputy leader of the National Olympic Team. What do you think?"

"National Olympic Team?" Long Shute was a little stunned, "You know much more about this kind of thing than me, right?"

As soon as his mind moved, the system immediately recalled relevant information about the National Olympic Team.

The Chinese Olympic team's schedule for the 2012 London Olympics has just entered the second round of the qualifiers, and the Chinese team's opponent is Oman.

In Asian football, Oman football has no outstanding results, and of course there is no say in terms of status or voice. At least there is also a vice chairman of the AFC who holds real power in Chinese football is helping to support the team.

But history is always surprisingly weird:

Chinese football, with a big background and backing, was double-killed by Oman in two rounds of matches. He didn't even enter the top 12 in the Asian region with a score of 1-4, and left the journey to the Olympics sadly!

That's right, in the second round, the Chinese team did encounter an unprecedented terrible black whistle, but... in the first round you lost 0-1 at your home court, should you blame the referee for not helping you?

Yes, that goal was lost... Tmd was his own own assist!

I heard Li Bing say in a deep voice:

"Little Dragon, I'm not hiding my own people. The head coach of the National Olympic Team, Blazevic, has a bad temper and cannot listen to other people's criticisms. The leader is not very satisfied with his approach. So I went there this time with a certain political task. Do you understand?"

"I probably understand something... Uncle Li means..."

Long Shute hesitated. He roughly understood the other party's meaning, but he still couldn't take the initiative to explain it thoroughly.

Blazevic, born in 1935, is 76 years old and can be called an old guy. As for his temper, the system did not give any comments.

"You are a smart child. You have become an outstanding representative of Chinese football at the age of 21. Just leading the team to win the Eredivisie championship can make everyone dare not look down on you." Li Bing praised him first, "If you can come to the National Olympic Team, Oman will naturally be able to get it."

"this……"

Long Shute hesitated for a moment.

After all, the National Olympic Team is just a team of U23. The games and goals played in the National Olympic Team will not count the results of the national team...

Li Bing continues to do his work:

"I also know that it is indeed a bit in a position to be transferred to the National Olympic Team..."

Long Shute smiled:

"What did Uncle Li say? If you say this again, I will turn off the phone directly."

Li Bing immediately saw the donkey in the Poxia:

"Okay, okay, then you can say that Uncle Li is doing this, are you going to help me or not?"

Of course, Long Shute would not refuse on this issue:

"Since Uncle Li gave the order, I, a junior, have to be ready to go immediately?"

He has just watched the national team's game schedule, and this summer, I don't know which trick made the decision.

The Chinese team has a total of three warm-up matches, one is Uzbek and the other is North Korea. These two games are fine, but they still have to play against Jamaica, which is far away on the other side of the earth...

Of course, it is Jamaica's second team...

Are you planning to let the Chinese team compete with them?

In addition, there are two World Cup qualifiers with Laos.

This is indeed a game where even if you close your eyes, you can wash away the opponent's blood. No wonder Gao Hongbo can be assured and bold as he asks Li Bing to dig his captain to help.

From the key point of view, playing Laos is nothing more than a 7-1 score of 17-1. Even if you score 10 goals, it will have no meaning to Long Shute.

As a national team captain with a motherland in mind, Long Shute certainly has to use himself in more critical competitions.

He has no interest in the icing on the cake. He prefers to be a superhero who makes a brilliant debut when everyone is at a loss and is desperate and angry, and then uses his own strength to support the building and turn the tide on the tide.

"Uncle Li is very pleased that you can support this much!"

Li Bing finally breathed a sigh of relief:

"I was worried just now that you would use what you should prepare for the Champions League final, and I didn't have time to think about these things to deal with me..."

"Hey... I didn't expect that I was such a person in your heart."

Long Shute sighed aggrievedly:

"But Uncle Li, you are right. The Champions League final is indeed very important. I was too emotional just now. I have to concentrate on playing the game first, and then think carefully for a month before I can answer you..."

"Hey hey... don't be merciless, you kid, you uncle knows that he is wrong!"

Li Bing hurriedly begged for mercy.

Then both of them laughed.

Then Li Bing began to repay his favor: "The first round of the game is June 19. You don't have to go back home too early after playing the Champions League. You can rest for two weeks in the Netherlands or other places, just come back five or six days in advance. Remember to contact me at any time, book air tickets, and don't worry about picking up the plane. At that time, I will give you a small meal every day and not eat with them..."

"Then I'll thank Uncle Li first." Long Shute responded with a smile.

Getting a small job...that's a sign of being a ball boss!

"What are you thanking? If you say this again, I will turn off the phone!"

Li Bing learned the land and used Long Shute's words just now to fight back, and then another hearty laughter.

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After hanging up the phone, Long Shute was in a better mood and even whistled.

Suarez, who was sitting in the driving position, asked curiously: "Have you found a girlfriend? Chinese? When will I introduce it to me?"

Long Shute rolled his eyes: "Get out! I'm thinking about finding a woman every day! Be careful, I'll tell Sophia!"

"Don't!" Suarez spat, "Sophia is pregnant now, please stop causing trouble!"

"Of course I know," Long Shute put away his laughing smile, "I just informed me that I will play in the Olympic qualifiers this summer."

"Olympics? That's a game for children, right?" Suarez sneered disdainfully, "Who is the opponent?"

"Oman."

"Uh..." The rhythm of buck-fang Su driving was obviously paused, "Do you say it again?"

"Oman, the full English name is sultanate-of-oman, I don't know in Dutch. It's just in West Asia, what is the UAE and Saudi Arabia together, well, it should be..." Long Shute, who once scored a full score in geography classes, has some common sense.

But Su Xiaoya, who grew up in a poor community in Uruguay, obviously hadn't taken any geography class. After thinking for a long time, he finally shook his head: "I have never heard of the name of this country! What is their world ranking?"

Long Shute had to turn on his phone and search in an act, but he borrowed the system's query function: "The latest ranking is 119..."

"Where is China?" Suarez tilted his head.

"It's about 40 people..."

The Asian Cup championship in January made the Chinese team's world ranking soar, and the four friendly matches in March and April were not defeated. Even without Long Shute's appearance, Gao Hongbo defended his honor as the "king of warm-up matches" and made the team's ranking steadily improve.
Chapter completed!