One day in June 2002, 25-year-old Mr. Yang walked in the hall of Beijing Airport with a big suitcase, and a beautiful girl with round face and big eyes held his arm.

"Lion, you have to be more obedient there. Don't worry me, don't hook up with foreign girls. Otherwise, I won't spare you! When I get to the Milan Saint-Martin Design Academy next year, I will be able to go and accompany you."

Mr. Yang patted the girl's face, "Hu Niu, the design queen after Chanel, you have to work hard. Don't let the exam pass. As for me, haven't you been very well-behaved?"

The girl pinched Master Yang's nose without showing any weakness. "Tsk, of course I know. Chinese football depends on you. It's no easier than saving the world."

If this sentence came to other people's ears, it would probably be treated as a swearing person. However, Master Yang just scratched his head awkwardly and said embarrassedly: "Haha, actually I just want to take a certificate before talking about it."

At the exit of the green channel of Beijing Airport, a large number of reporters were waiting there. Because today is the day when the Chinese national men's football team flew back to China from South Korea. The spotlights flashed, and the national football team members with a little tired face pushed their luggage into people's sight. The interview sounds one after another. The Chinese team, which returned to the World Cup finals 40 years later, did not score a goal, and there were so many questions that people wanted to ask.

At this moment, history wonderfully entered another time and space.

"I never thought that day would be so coincidental, and I didn't see them either. It was just a chance, it was like going out for soy sauce and encountered a bank robbery. It was not as historical as I thought. The only reason I remember that day was because my girlfriend sent me on the plane, it was that simple."

——Mr. Yang’s speech at the press conference of "Chinese Coach" (autobiography of the same name).
Chapter completed!