. "Senior Zhongshan, we are so lucky to have encountered such news materials." The assistant couldn't hide his excited expression.

However, Masao Zhongshan frowned. What this chance encounter means is probably not just football. Because they are far apart, they can't hear what the two sides talk about. From the angle of the camera, they can only see Douglas Hall alone, and the rest are Xie Yalong's back of the head and Nan Yong's side face.

"Go back and find a lip verb expert. Maybe this fish is too big and our boat can't even fit." said Masao Nakayama.

The assistant put away his smile and ripped the video and photos on the computer.

Li Guoao locked the office door and quickly came to the parking lot downstairs. Then he looked at his watch and said, at this time, during the evening rush hour, it would be better to take the subway. He made an appointment with Cai Zhi for dinner, and it would be bad if he went late.

Li Guoao came to an inconspicuous barbecue restaurant with a familiar journey. Cai Zhi was already sitting on the table and ordered a table of dishes. Li Guoao bowed and said, "Yeah, I'm late, this meal is mine."

Cai Zhi smiled: "Look at Brother Li you mentioned, I have heard Brother Yang mention you, saying that you are loyal and can handle things. I will come here."

Perhaps because of Master Yang, the two of them were not separated. The tender barbecue was sizzling with oil on the stove. The two of them talked about some things in the UAE and Peru.

"We are not outsiders, so I'll go straight to the point. This time I'm looking for you for the national team..."

After two cups of waiters, Cai Zhi blushed, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but hold his breath and concentrate.

Li Guoao continued: "If I want to innovate the entire Chinese football system, Coach Yang needs to stand up. This is like stocks. I took a card and put a new one on it, but no one knows the difference between the new and the old ones, so I need to release a favorable news."

"But Brother Yang is very busy in Newcastle and it is difficult to take time to coach the national team."

"Then the nominal head coach and the team leader are all decided by you, Brother Yang. One solution is to be the acting head coach, and then he can only come back on the national team's game day to command the game, or even remote control."

"This..." Cai Zhi's experience of directing the young master to play football last time behind the goal. It's not easy for the head coach to talk about! This method is probably the only one in the international football world with "Chinese characteristics".

"I've seen the time. In the first half of 2006, there are only three Asian Cup preliminary matches to play, February 22, March 1, and August 16. The remaining games do not require him to run back and forth."

Cai Zhi understood that it was more about public opinion issues than competitive factors. "But if the results were not ideal, then Brother Yang would be very unfair." Cai Zhi couldn't imagine how to arrange these three games if Master Yang didn't know this group of national football players.

"This is just a suggestion, and I know it's a bit outrageous, but I want to make a change in Chinese football earlier. As for the poor results..." Li Guoao smiled, "Playing well means that Chinese football should absorb advanced foreign ideas. If you don't play well, it means that Chinese football has become bad to the end. I'm racing against time now. You have to know that 2008 is the top priority. This is what the upper and lower words are, and the upper part cannot let Mr. Yang take the blame. Another point is that this Asian Games is a training for the Olympics, so the players' problems have been basically solved, and they are all familiar with each other."

When Li Guoao said this, Cai Zhi thought for a while. "I will bring you words to you. As for how Brother Yang decides, I can't influence him."

Li Guoao raised his cup of waiter again: "Go to do your best and be loyal to heaven. I don't know if our meeting will be recorded in the history of Chinese football."

"Hope so."

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Di Maria got the ball on the wing again, but this time it was on the right. After ravaging Bentley, she wanted to challenge Peterson's defense, but Peterson is not a newcomer, and there is no loophole in the two-player's assisting defense.

Almost repeated the scene just now, Bower stepped forward to respond, and Bellamy ran back to defend.

Bowyer received the ball, but Bellamy did not rush to grab it rashly this time, and opened the distance and grinned with a smirk. Bowyer saw that he had no chance to pass the ball at all, and the only thing he could was to pass it back to Di Maria.

Pass the ball!

Bang!

The ball hit Bellamy's face hard, and Bellamy was knocked to the ground by Bellamy's ball. The ball bounced to Di Maria's feet in the direction of Bellamy's face.

The referee hesitated for a moment with the whistle in his mouth.

No blowing.

After Di Maria got the ball, she immediately stepped into the wing. Peterson thought that Bellamy would help the opponent return without success, but was caught off guard and was dodged half of his position. Peterson hurriedly ran back, with left-back Gray in front of him able to block it, so he would be able to defend the second round.

But he forgot that Di Maria was a left foot.

Di Maria, who broke through the side road, changed direction slightly and inserted into the ribs. The cover was swung past.

Di Maria is still moving forward. Newcastle fans all opened their eyes nervously.

Rhodes muttered: "Enter into the penalty area, enter the penalty area."

At this time, a leg suddenly appeared and shoveled the ball under Di Maria's feet. It was Mokinena who had just been on the court.

The ball rolled towards Reed.

Reed looked at the frontcourt, and Bentley had already penetrated into Newcastle's penalty area. Although Van Denbore followed him, he was still a few meters away.

A great opportunity to fight back!!

The ball is getting closer and closer to Reed's feet.

At this time, a figure in a black and white jersey flashed out.

Sliding shovel!!

It's Irving.

Just as Irving was squatting and tackled the ball, Reed's foot hit the ball hard.

Another huge impact!

Reed lay down on the grass, and Newcastle's No. 10 flew into the penalty area like an arrow.

Not good! Stop him!

The two central defenders ran over like crazy.

The three of them lay down in the penalty area. The ball was not at Irving's feet.

Hiller.

Don't miss this opportunity!

Hiller pulled his thighs away, listened to his toes rubbing the tender grass tips, and then crashed into the football.

gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool!!!!!!

3-3.

Hiller scored a goal! Irving's desperate tackle, Hiller's unsolvable shot!

Newcastle tied the score again.

Irving pushed away two defenders who were pressing him and listened to the cheers at St. James Park Stadium. It felt so good.

Rod and Master Yang hugged each other.

"How is it, I said it, we can do it!"

"That's right. We can do it." Mr. Yang gave a thumbs up to the players on the field. Then he waved forward.

Hiller picked out the ball from the ball and placed it in the middle circle. The timer showed that the game was about to end in 8 minutes. And Mr. Yang's meaning was clearly - continue to attack!

"This is Newcastle's head coach." Hiller thought.

The mentality of the players on the court has changed. The balance is slowly tilting towards Newcastle.

Blackburn's defensive system is no longer confident, but Newcastle's whole team is determined to reverse.

At this time, Blackburn suffered another heavy blow. Vermullen's long pass hit the back of Bellamy's head again.

This time the referee stopped the game. "How are you? Is it okay? Do you want to come out and see?"

"Don't you tell that they did it on purpose?"

The referee snorted, Damn, I'm kind, but you are not grateful. The team doctor, carry it down.

The referee still ran to Vermalen to warn: "Don't do these pediatric methods, put your attention on the court."

The game started again with Virmulen's pious and innocent eyes.

Even the referee understood, Master Yang did not understand the truth. It turned out that this was Baoye's way of revenge.

"These kids are too naive," Rhode said from the side.

Master Yang spread his hands: "Whoever cares, just be happy."

Newcastle corner kick.

Milner stood at the corner point and stretched out three fingers.

Take two steps back and pass the ball!

The ball did not fly to the penalty area, but passed to the upper left corner of the penalty area. Van Denbore stepped on the ball.

Montlivo shot with anger!

The ball flew to the upper right corner of the goal.

The ball has entered!

gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool!!!

4-3.

"The goalkeeper didn't respond. The corner kick was too sudden.

Let's look at slow motion, as if Newcastle players led all the defenders to the back point, and only Bellamy was defending the front point. The ball seemed to hit Bellamy's head and flew into the goal."

this……

Master Yang and Rhode looked at each other and said in unison: "This was not intentional." After saying that, the two couldn't help laughing. There were too many coincidences on the football field, which only said that Bellamy's position was so handsome that it made people want to kick it.

Montelivo rushed towards Mr. Yang and hugged Mr. Yang hard. This corner kick tactic was tailored around him. The Italians were very happy to meet such a head coach.

Trust is the ladder for young players to make progress.
Chapter completed!