It was late at night, and Chi Shangbin finished his day's inspection work and was about to rest in the hotel. At this time, a slight knock on the door came.

It's so late, who is it? Could it be that the assistant has something wrong? Chi Shangbin stood up and opened the door.

A chubby man stood in front of the door.

"Teacher Chi, don't sleep, I'm Xu Hongtao."

Xu Hongtao and Chi Shangbin thought for two seconds and finally met this person in his mind - the chairman of Chengdu Sheffield United Club.

"Oh, are you?"

Xu Hongtao smiled and said, "Guide Chi, why don't we go into the house and say?"

"Sorry, please come in, please come in."

The single room in the hotel is not luxurious, with a 4-star standard. If you follow the previous standards, it should be at least 5-star. However, Chi Shangbin doesn't care about this. He can sleep, take a bath, and watch TV.

Xu Hongtao entered the room and glanced at the room. Chi Shangbin's wrinkled suit was placed on the sofa, the players' game video was also displayed on the computer, and the Premier League broadcast was displayed on the TV.

"Guide Chi, look, I am not well served. How could I live in Chengdu so shabby? I'll move to Jiefangbei tomorrow."

Chi Shangbin waved his hand: "It's okay, it's close to the competition field. We will fly to Guangzhou tomorrow. Is there anything wrong with Dong-lai Xu?"

"Oh, hehe. Look at me and forget about the serious business." Xu Hongtao opened the black leather bag he carried with him. "I know you came to Chengdu, but the club is really busy, so I came to visit you so late." Xu Hongtao took out a CD. "I know you are here to select talents for the national team this time. There is a player I want to recommend."

Oh? Chi Shangbin immediately understood Xu Hongtao's thoughts. Recommended players - this is a repertoire program before every time the national team roster is announced.

Chi Shangbin smiled: "I watched the Sheffield United game today. To be honest, some players are good. However, if you want to talk about joining the national team, you may still be almost there."

Xu Hongtao put the CD on Chi Shangbin's computer: "Guide Chi, alas, we are all engaged in football. Some players have the strength there, but there is always a time when the horse is in poor condition, don't you think?"

"I admit this. I'll check out your CD later. Don't worry, we also have scouts in Chengdu. They will always pay attention to Sheffield United's game and will not let your players bury it. However, I have to tell you that I just provide Coach Yang with a national team roster that I think is OK. He will decide who he will not be able to control."

Xu Hongtao's fat face smiled again and shook his hands: "Oh, it depends on what you said. Coach Chi, Coach Yang asked you to be in charge of the overall situation of domestic material selection, which means that he trusts you. It's okay, I'll call Director Yang to greet you. Li Tie hasn't thanked him for transferring to Valleheim. It's still early for Coach Chi, why don't we go out for a couple more drinks?"

It's still early? The hand is almost pointing at 12 o'clock.

"I have to catch the early flight tomorrow. Next time, I'll drink it next time."

"Oh, okay, then I won't delay your rest." Xu Hongtao politely asked and left the room.

When he got into the car, Xu Hongtao secretly spat in his heart. This old man looked like he was not busy today. If it weren't for the club and his own interests, he wouldn't have come here to ask for favors in a low voice.

Yang's Lion Dance Football School is blooming all over the country. Because of Yang's super attractiveness, professional operation and training system, talented domestic football talents were almost beaten up in one go. Many club teams cannot find good players, and even rented Lion Dance Football School players to play games. More importantly, Yang's football school has signed strict contracts with the players and agent contracts. A large number of football agents in China have lost their jobs and can only operate some unknown players to go abroad. But what money can they make? Although Xu Hongtao had the benefits of Yang before, he was also one of the people who suffered losses.

Xu Hongtao gritted his teeth and had to lose some money in order to make this money.

Chi Shangbin picked up the box containing the CD, with a young man’s avatar on it and a bank card blocking the name, age, height and weight below.

Bank card... Chi Shangbin smiled. If you guessed correctly, the password for this card should be six eights. Chi Shangbin took out the card from the box and put it in the pocket of the suit.

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Not only Mr. Yang in Newcastle's locker room, but all the players are ashen. Half a year of subtle influence has made Newcastle players cherish their feathers more and more.

"I don't want to say too much." Mr. Yang's voice was a little hoarse. He was already a little exhausted in the half game. Just as Barnes said - controlling Alonso and Gerrard can only win the game, but this was not done at all in the first half.

Should I adjust the midfield and replace the striker? Or...

Mr. Yang glanced at the team members in the locker room, and his eyes finally fell on someone.

"Varez, you are responsible for staring at the person in the second half. The one with the highest star."

After Master Yang's words came out, the locker room was shocked. The only person who was not surprised was Vares himself.

"That's what I thought long ago. Head!"

Dong Fangzhuo turned his head and asked Vermalen beside him: "Have he played as a central defender before?"

Vermallen shook his head. "Never."

"Vilmullen, left back."

"I understand!" Although Vermalen was suspicious, he would choose to unswervingly execute Master Yang's words.

"The second half will not be substituted. Alan, this game is a milestone for you. If you score a goal, it will be your 201st goal, surpassing Millborn to become the player with the most goals in club history. I will not ruin your good show, but you still have to complete it yourself. You must know that the ball will not roll into the net by itself."

"clear!"

"Michael, the first time I went back to Anfield, maybe you will feel familiar and sad. But please let go of these emotions. Michael I know is first a professional player. I think only you leave here with a goal, and you won't lose face when your old friend reminisces. Think about what you said at the end of the game between Gerald?"

"I understand! Boss."

"Midfield, I'm not satisfied with your performance. I don't think you've done your best. Do you think this score is normal?"

"No! Boss!" Batt, Bower, Milner, and Di Mariacizi yelled.

"Okay! Forgot the damn score! Let's start over and let the Liverpool people feel that we're done and give them a tough moment."

"Yes! Boss!"

After the halftime break, the players returned to the stadium. Liverpool fans were undoubtedly relaxed, and even the players felt the atmosphere in the stadium and chatted and laughed near the center circle arc.

"Don't be careless, do your best, don't relax." Gerald found that the Newcastle player's face was not good-looking.

"I know, captain." The tall Crouch responded. Although he said that, he couldn't think of how his opponent would equalize the score. "We'll just score another one." Crouch kicked off the ball in the middle circle.

"Let's see what adjustments Newcastle has made, uh...no adjustments... Coach Yang has not changed any one. According to the past practice, Newcastle will have some magic tricks of substitutions being used in the midfield, which is why Master Yang is called "Magic Yang". Now we see Master Yang doing nothing, have they given up on the game?

Liverpool made a long pass to find Crouch. The header was Varez, and Varez jumped high and pushed the ball out. Crouch fell to the ground. Did he commit a foul? Let's look at slow motion - Varez grabbed the position in front, Crouch was behind him, Crouch jumped and pressed Varez, and Varez jumped and knocked Crouch away. This... it doesn't seem to be a foul. But why does the full-back appear in this position?"

Benitez is also asking the same question. Why does this man named Vales appear in the central defender position?

Assistant coach Alex Miller was called to his side, "Check it out, has this kid named Vares played against central defender before?"

Miller quickly gave the answer: "He has participated in almost all the games in Valleheim in the past three years. He is very strong, has few injuries and is also good at heading..."

"I just asked him if he had played against the central defender?"

"No, Raphael. Never fought."

Benitez glanced at Master Yang next to him. This Chinese is really unique? Since that's the case, don't blame me for being rude.

"Steven, Xavi, heading Crouch is still the first half of the game." Benitez thought to himself, taking your life while you are sick. I just want to see what your full-back is like to play central defender instead.

Liverpool broke through on the sideline and made a cross.

Crouch, fight for the top.

This time I got the header. However, just as Gerald was about to step forward to grab the second point, a sharp slippery tackle followed.

Gerald fell down in response.

No foul, front tackle.

The referee raised his arms.

Varez dribbled forward.

"Damn it! Why did he bring the ball out? He is the central defender." Rhode shouted beside Mr. Yang.

"He is a full-back..." Mr. Yang had nothing to explain.

Varez dribbled the ball and Alonso came towards him.

Intercept the ball!

Extraordinary!

The ball of Valez cannot even be called "extraordinary". No FIFA textbook will record such an open and unremarkable extraordinary person.

This is obviously the right thing!

Alonso flipped to the ground.

Dribble forward!

A small group of Newcastle fans in the stands stood up, and the cheers were not yet shouting out of their throats.

Gerald and Alonso were still lying on the ground.

Sissoko.

Liverpool's last player in the middle of the midfield.

Vares was thinking about how to get rid of the dark player in front of him.

Pass the ball.

Bart and Bowyer met on both sides.

Vares shook his ankle and passed it to Boye. He really didn't have the confidence to pass the third person.

Intercept the ball!

The moment Varez passed the ball, Sissoko threw himself out.

No!

Varez's pass hit Sissoko's leg and the ball bounced into the air.

As long as Sissoko can stand up and kick the ball to any Liverpool player, the middle of the Newcastle hole will be opened in front of it.

No!
To be continued...