.In an office of the Chinese Football Association in Beijing, a middle-aged man with small eyes and single eyelids was lying comfortably on the sofa making a phone call. The phone signal traveled thousands of mountains and rivers to Antwerp, Belgium.

"Brother Nan, when will you come to Europe?"

"Xiaobai, this matter is unhurried. We won't be able to set off until November. What's the name of the person you mentioned last time?"

"Arie_haan, this is a guy I know."

The person who is called Nan Ge narrowed his eyes: "Teibo? Which kind of iron buddy?"

Xiaobai on the other end of the phone said humbly: "Of course, he is the kind of guy who 'nothing to say'. This old man hasn't made much money recently, so I gave him some benefits appropriately."

Brother Nan said: "This is put in advance. People must be reliable, but their resume must be overwhelming, otherwise I will not be able to report it."

Xiaobai said: "Don't worry, except for not having the coaching experience of the national team, he was quite brilliant during his player age."

Brother Nan opened his eyes slightly: "What are he doing now?"

Xiaobai said: "The sporting director of Stuttgart Kickers (regional team) in Germany."

Brother Nan nodded: "Okay, that's it first. I'll have to go on a formality before I go to Europe. You can arrange your itinerary at that time. Those big-name coaches also need to see what Trussie, Rijkaard... The fans' ideas must be satisfied. This is left to you, and the whole play is done."

Xiaobai repeatedly said, "Don't worry, don't worry, leave this matter to me."

It's dark and it's still far from dawn.

On Saturday afternoon, in a bar in Valleheim, European scout Christoph Lavens wrote the last brief. Yesterday's training turned the brief he wrote before into a piece of waste paper. He never figured out that Valleheim's midfielder said he had two weeks of injury? Why did he come back to train with the team so quickly? And the recent formation has changed from 442 to 352 and then to 442, which makes people puzzled. Yesterday's training completely changed into a mixed confrontation between 442 and 352. The only good news now is that Valleheim's top scorer last season was not very likely to start due to his late conflict with the head coach.

Raffens took a sip of wine and pushed his glasses. The greatest pleasure for him is that he pretended to be seamless among his opponent's club fans, like an agent.

"The team has been having fun recently, like Hollywood."

"Yes, I can't bear to throw away the newspapers in this issue."

"This guy Na'Eisen is becoming more and more gimmicks. Haha, but I like it."

Raffens chatted with the fans next to him with the wine, listening to what the fans said, and maybe he could add something to the briefing.

Sunday, September 15, 2002, is another match day. The city is once again ignited by enthusiasm, and fans who have been waiting for the week have another chance to release their energy.

At 2 pm, Mr. Yang followed Du Rui and Cordill into the home team locker room of Rainbow Stadium for the first time. The players in the locker room were waiting for the head coach to announce the appearance list.

"Goal Doberal; defender Whelens, Minner, Fukai; midfielder Mess, Milt, degroote, Nicholas (also named Whelens), Dupree; striker Frederick, Vispi.

Substitutes: De Grande, Gibbiers, Glomos, Christopher." Duri closed the folder after reading the list.

Cordyl clapped his hands and said, "Okay, get ready to appear. Others go to the stands."

At this time, I heard a heavy sound of a corner of the locker room. Everyone turned around and saw that Glomos had a cold face and pretended that nothing had happened before, tying his shoelaces. Du Rui also had a cold face and did not make a sound. Cordill sent the players who could not play out of the locker room and closed the door. Du Rui picked up the tactical board and began to explain the tactics.

Master Yang stood beside Glomos: "Brother, why are you impulsive? You've all been on the roster, and many people can't play."

Glomus looked at Du Rui, who was explaining the tactics with resentment: "Look at him like that, a dictator! Tyrant!"

Du Rui drew the 352 formation of this game on the tactical board and told each team members where they stood: "We use this formation in this game, the most important thing is to press against the opponent. We have been practicing this in the past few days. Mess and Dupres will depend on yours. Everyone counterattacked on the spot. The opponent must ensure that there is a person in the position and bite them. Do you understand?"

Glomos whispered to the side: "Actors, today's script is eleven savages hidden in the forests of Scotland. Your opponent is food. You have been hungry for a week. Go! Eat them!"

Master Yang smiled and patted Glomus: "You can make a lot of money by changing careers and being a commentator. Don't be poor, be prepared to play at any time." Glomus grinned and said hey.

At this time, coach Hep walked in with a page of paper and handed it to Du Rui.

"This is the away team's roster."

Dupree, who was tidying up his jersey, suddenly stopped and raised his ears.

Coach Dury glanced at the list and said, "Dupley, come here." Then he pointed to a name in the opponent's lineup and said, "Opple's front midfielder Paquette, you have to be careful."

Dupree pursed his lips: "Do you want the whole audience to press?"

"No, no, as I said just now, your area will be in your area after halftime, and he can't pass the ball calmly."

"Okay, no problem, boss." Dupree clenched his fists, and remembered the ridicule of childhood in his mind - Dupree is a fool! Dupree is a fool!

Du Rui looked at the watch, clapped his hands and said to his subordinates: "Young guys, are you ready?"

"Okay!" More than a dozen people roared loudly.

"I didn't hear it clearly!"

"It's ready!" Everyone shouted again.

"Okay, come on the field and repair them!"

Eleven people gasped and stepped out of the locker room like bullfighting.

Na'erson and Balier sat on the rostrum, and Balier held his notebook for the record as usual.

"How is it? Can you win?" Na'Eisen looked forward to his old friend's answer.

"I don't know. I'm not God." Barrie gave Na'Eisen a blank look and said, "Why would you ask such an idiotic question?"

"I just knew, you can't comfort me?"

"I'm not Balier."

"That's true." Na'erson took out the scarf and waved it. Barrier sweated like Mr. Yang, looking down at the appearance list of the two teams.

Cordill walked in the player's passage behind Dury: "They seem to be different from the previous lineup this time."

"Are you talking about letting that Paquette play as a forward instead of a midfielder?" Du Rui glanced at his partner.

"Well, I always feel that something else is abnormal." Cordill frowned.

Mr. Yang listened to the conversation between the two and took out the pda and checked the information of the visiting team.

In a corner of the stadium stand, Lao Wu and Ding Yi stood in a relatively front position. Although the tickets given by the club are not the best seats, the perspective is also good.

Lao Wu kept tsk among the fans: "Look, look, this fan, this enthusiasm, this seat."

Ding put a shed in his hand and looked around: "Where is Master Yang?"

Old Wu said next to him: "Don't look for it. When the players come out later, they should come out too. Don't wait until they become a husband-looking stone."

Ding Yi hit Lao Wu and put down his hand, but his eyes were still staring at the player channel.

Lao Wu said in a voice that only he could hear: "This child, if he has a girlfriend, don't worry about it. How deep love is, how much hurt it."

At Martin's home, a chubby figure was moving step by step on the treadmill. A girl was lying on the sofa watching live TV.

"Brother, why do you think you are buying a treadmill? I was so dizzy when you shook it." Susan was eating potato chips. "Do you want potato chips?"

"I... want it. No, let's forget it." Martin wiped the sweat from his head.

The time pointed to 3 pm, and with a whistle, the game began. Mr. Yang sat in the plastic shed on the home team's coach's seat. The scenery at this location is really nice.

Taking advantage of the home fans, Valleheim launched a fierce charge, and the entire team, including the forward, was putting pressure on the opponent. DeHolland and Vispi's shots were almost scored. Dury stood up from the seat of the coach's seat in annoyed manner and paced around impatiently. What was more anxious than him was the head coach of the European team, Claudi Chaveheder. Obviously, Valleheim's style of targeting was far beyond his expectations. The current situation is probably going to change the score in a few minutes.

While speaking, Valleheim got the ball. DeGroot got the ball. In this game, he played in the middle of the five midfielders and was the core of the team. DeGroot is an honest character in the team, and Coach Du Rui also trusts players like him. His feet are good, well-behaved, and in a stable state.

DeGroot glanced at the situation on the court. The opponent's formation was compressed back due to pressing, so he should control the rhythm now. DeHolland was running in front and asked for the ball, and Vispi also leaned on the opponent's defender. On the side, Nicholas Whelens was rushing forward. OK, try a long pass.

A long and fast arc ball was hung at Whelens' feet on the right. Whelens dribbled the ball to the side, and DeHolland followed and cooperated with him and passed the ball. OK, DeHolland stepped on the ball, and had no chance to turn around, so he returned to DeGroot's feet - a straight pass!

The defender of the European team raised his hand to signal that Vespi was offside, but the assistant referee did not think so, it was a good ball!! Vespi made a one-on-one shot. The defender who was chasing back was still trying his best to catch up, but there was always a step away. The goalkeeper shrank and tried to block the angle.

"Kick in!" Du Rui roared!

"God, go in!" Na'Aisen prayed.

"…(In!In!)" Balier said in his heart.

"Looking at his eyes, he rushed out!" Martin said with a fist, and an angry pillow flew over from Susan.

Vispi was a little bit big in the middle, so he poked hard before the goalkeeper. The ball rolled towards the goal against the turf, and jumped a little on a protruding turf, but the ball still went in!!

gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool!!!

The stadium was boiling, Du Rui clenched his fists and waved it back to his seat. Vispi fell on the grass. The fans' singing sounded: "There is a lighthouse called Vispi, which illuminated the road to victory; there is a lighthouse called Vispi, whose kung fu under his feet is as good as a header." Vispi's nickname in the team is "Traffic Light".

Chavehed called the wingers to the sidelines: "Ram, go up and tell them that if the game loses, the vacation will be cancelled. You and Habaizdo dribble through their wings and dribble into them. What I said before the game. Let Paquette pull their back midfield out, shoot when you have the chance, and run more sides." After that, Chavehed made a sign gesture towards the central defender.

Paquette felt very good today, one is because the teams were playing around him this week, and the ball under his feet felt like heaven; another reason is that today's opponent actually had a childhood playmate, Dupree, the Dupree who couldn't even touch his ball. It's like finding another person in heaven in hell - only when there is contrast can there be such a strong sense of superiority.
Chapter completed!