Godfather Of Champions

"One, two, three, start."

"Hello everyone, I am the thirteenth contestant, my name is Chen Jian, I am 19 years old, and I come from Chengdu, Sichuan." A dark-skinned teenager stood in front of the camera lens, grinning and introducing himself, showing a mouthful Eye-catching white teeth. Having said that, he habitually turned his head to look at the side, someone was gesturing for him.

"Shout a slogan, put a POSE!" This is what the person next to him means.

The self-proclaimed "Chen Jian" boy turned back and thought for a while, there was a brief silence in the camera monitor.

"I want to play professional football. I hope everyone...likes me." He laughed. He originally wanted to say "I hope everyone can vote for me", but soon thought that there was no audience vote for this draft event. It would be useless for the audience to support him anymore, so he had to change his words temporarily. So, thinking of this, he was happy.

"Okay!" The camera put down the camera on his shoulders, and mumbled, "Fortunately it's not a live broadcast..."

"Next!" The man who was gesturing to Chen Jian just now waved to another teenager waiting next to him, motioning him to come up and introduce himself.

Before Chen Jian left the camera, he returned to a group of teenagers of similar age.

This is the training camp for the finals of the "Football Kid" draft activity jointly organized by Hunan TV and many domestic and foreign media and enterprises.

The audition for the six national divisions has ended, and 14 lucky winners have been selected from the six divisions. Now they are concentrated in Changsha, the capital of Hunan Province, participating in a three-and-a-half-month training, conducting various assessments and competitions, and eliminating them one by one. Finally, the three players who entered the finals will be determined. The three judges will broadcast live on TV. The three players are scored on the show. Based on their performance in the past three and a half months, the first two players can get a year of trial training for the top league teams in England. For these Chinese teenagers who love football and look forward to professional football, this is a good thing they dream of. It is more exciting than a direct reward of one million.

Chen Jian is also one of them. Watching him stand in front of the camera lens and introduce himself with a smile, how many viewers who will watch TV in the future know the story behind this smile?

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This 19-year-old who speaks a little bit of Sichuan-flavored Mandarin, initially participated in the audition for the Beijing Division, because he was studying at the Judicial Police School in Tianjin, and Beijing and Tianjin are close to each other. But he was eliminated. Without any dirty insider and behind-the-scenes trading, the reason for being eliminated is simple-not enough strength.

Among the 10,000 people who participated in the audition in the Beijing Division, his strength...not to mention the top, even the top 100 may not be able to enter.

The youngsters who came to participate in the audition this time were able to enter the final top 100, and then face those who were personally assessed by the British coach. Most of them were professionally trained, or came from a sports school or a professional football club. Third team. However, Chen Jian has not received even one day of professional training. He is completely exposed to football and playing football because of his hobbies. His level of hobby is considered to be the best. From childhood to adulthood, he has been the main force of the school team. Players, including the Tianjin Judicial Police Academy, he is also the main player representing this university in the National College Football League. This is also the reason that gives him confidence and motivation to participate in this talent show.

However, compared with those of his age who have received professional training, his "boxmates" who became a monk on the way are really not enough. After barely entering the top 100, he was smashed by the British coach.

After being eliminated, most people will feel depressed and go home dejected. Chen Jian is not an ordinary person. He only frustrated for one night. He heard that those who were eliminated in this division can freely choose to participate in the selection of other divisions. He rekindled hope-he felt that he was not strong enough, but luckless. That's fine. In the next division, he will definitely be able to play his strongest level, which will impress the British coach.

So, the next day, he called the counselor and asked for leave, packed his luggage and moved from Beijing to Wuhan alone.

This time, he stopped at the top fifty-less than the first fifty. But what's the use? Still eliminated.

Chen Jian refused to admit defeat and was not reconciled. He continued to ask for leave and ran to Changsha to participate in the audition in the Changsha division. Top 30.

Since Changsha is the location of the organizer, there are some preferential policies. Only two players in the other competition areas can enter the finals training camp, but Changsha allows four. Compared with other regions, these two extra places may be enough for some people to get what they want, but if they still can’t enter this region, the last Chengdu region will be basically out of play... …

Chen Jian still failed the assessment. Give up?

Do not. This time Chen Jian didn't even ask for leave, skipping class and took the train to Chengdu.

It's the last chance anyway, just try again. No way or die of this heart, go to study with peace of mind, go out to be a policeman, work to support the family, find a reasonable girl to start a family, love football... At least I can play football in my spare time, see The ball game.

Good things are hard to come by. Chen Jian did not buy a ticket for the right day. The train he bought arrived in Chengdu on the afternoon of the audition day. He didn't even have time to rest, so he wanted to participate in the selection.

To make matters worse, continuous running and mental stress caused him to have a fever, and he had diarrhea after eating unsanitary food on the train.

When the train arrived in Chengdu, his legs were soft when he got out of the train dizzy, and he didn't know how he got to the selection site, the Sichuan Provincial Sports Center.

Anyway, when he got outside the stadium, he was dizzy when he saw the crowded audition scene.

After signing up for the account number, he found a shady place to sit down and rest. It was 2:30 in the afternoon. I didn't eat breakfast or lunch. Although I was hungry, I had no appetite to eat. The fever has not gone away, the limbs are sore and weak, the dizziness is dizzy, the whole body is cold...

There is no contestant worse than him.

When most people encounter such a situation, they must go to a hospital for a suspension injection, and then go back after the disease is cured. Anyway-it is not what I want to encounter in such a bad situation. It seems that God doesn't want me to pass, why should I take the effort?

Basically, many people think so.

But Chen Jian is no ordinary person. He has a stubborn temper and admits death. He is unwilling to lose here, anyhow he has to finish this last chance...

He is leaning against the concrete table in the flower bed, and the surrounding competitors are either eating a simple lunch to replenish their energy, or they are doing warm-up exercises and are familiar with the ball. Only he was leaning lazily here, doing nothing. It's not that he doesn't want to warm up, he doesn't have the energy to warm up, he can only recover his physical strength in this way, and save his strength for the most critical time.

He just sat like this, until he heard the square speakers calling players between 9500 and 9550 entering the arena, then stood up on the platform and swayed into the crowd.

Later, he didn't know how he persevered, or how he passed the assessment one after another. All he knew was that the day was dimmed, and the bustling crowd outside all dispersed, except for the rubbish. Those humming noises never sounded in his mind again. Standing in the grassy court, apart from five coaches and three TV station photographers and reporters, only ten of the same age wearing training vests people.

And he, Chen Jian, stood among these ten people.

Chengdu Division, top ten. This is the best result in the four divisions he has participated in.

Among the five coaches, that is, the referee, there is a face that Chen Jian is very familiar with-the British coach who eliminated him in the Beijing Division. Later, he saw this man twice in Wuhan and Changsha. Up to now, Chen Jian hadn't remembered this person's name. It was useless to know it anyway. He passed the assessment on his own strength, not on friendship with the presiding judge.

He took a few more glances, then withdrew his gaze, stood in the queue, waiting for the next assessment. Even though he can't stand anymore after he hasn't eaten for a day, he clenched his teeth secretly-smiling on the surface, looking confident, but clenched his teeth behind his pursed lips.

Kenny Sansom, who was in the presiding judge, scanned the ten lucky men standing in front of him, and he found a familiar face—the smiling number 9527, dark skin and strong body. If he had only seen it once in the Beijing Division, Sansom would never remember such a young man, but he had seen this black smiling face four times: Beijing, Wuhan, Changsha, and Chengdu.

This smile impressed him deeply. Because he can see that this kid is bracing.

The Chinese coach next to him was watching him, and he nodded to the colleagues who worked with him.

The local coach in Chengdu stood up and said to the ten lucky guys: "Being able to break into the top ten in the Chengdu division shows your strength. I know that many of the players who come here are not locals from Chengdu or Sichuan, some even I came here for the last fight because I was eliminated in other regions. I can say without exaggeration that the Chengdu region is the strongest, most competitive and cruel region among the six regions in the country!"

He raised the volume, and the ten teenagers in front of him clapped cooperatively.

"So, being able to enter the top ten is enough in itself to show how strong your strength is. However, according to the rules, only the last two players in this division can advance to the finals training camp, so that... eight of you must be Eliminated. But don't care about whether you win in the end, and don't give up your love of football." This Chengdu local club's coach who is assigned to cooperate with the work is a bit eloquent, and everyone is passionate about it.

"Now..." He looked back at the British coach and other colleagues behind him, then turned back and continued, "There is no final test."

As soon as these words came out, a look of surprise appeared on the faces of ten people-originally these people thought that in the end there must be the cruelest and most demanding assessment waiting for them, and they must come up with a 200% level. To pass. did not expect……

"At this end, there are no assessments and tests. In the end, the two places will be scored based on the performance of the ten of you throughout the selection process, and the two with the highest score will get a ticket to Changsha." He raised his hand. I don't know when there are two more envelopes.

Everyone knows what's in it—not a ticket to Changsha, but a ticket to Dreamland.

After saying this, he stopped talking, just stood on the side. British Kenny Sansom stepped forward. His job is simple, but it has attracted the most attention-he only needs to read the numbers on the backs of the chests of the two winners, the one who really announced the fate.

Sansom looked at the ten Chinese teenagers in front of him. After staying in China for a few months, following up the trials in various regions throughout the process, he has come into contact with all kinds of people, from officials and media people from the Chinese Football Association to ordinary fans and these young players. He has a clear understanding. When it comes to football, there is a difference between China and the UK. But one thing is the same: passion and love for football.

In a previous interview with a reporter from the British BBC television station, he once said that due to factors such as the poor results of the Chinese national men’s football team in the Asian Cup, the early elimination of the South African World Cup qualifiers, and the continued downturn in Chinese football, He originally thought that this event might not get the expected response. Unexpectedly... the audition scenes in the six divisions are crowded every time. Let alone the media attention, I don't know how high the ratings of the program will be in the future. At the very least, seeing so many dreams, with a slightly immature face appearing before his eyes, he felt... how to say? It's incredible. It’s hard to understand why there are so many teenagers who love football in this country, why the level of football is so low...

"Children, only two of you... only two can advance, good luck." He said nonsense in English, and then reported those two numbers, "3084."

The young man standing on Chen Jian's right raised his arms and screamed. Everyone turned to look at him. The number on his chest was "3084".

Some people congratulated him, but more people were looking forward to it in fear-there is one last place, who will it go to?

For the remaining nine people, the cruelest moment has arrived. This is the last chance. Unlike the previous five divisions, if you are eliminated, you can move to the next division and continue to fight for victory. If you are eliminated here... there will be no "next time".

Although the Hunan TV station said that there might be a second season in its promotion, it depends on the influence and revenue of the first season in China. Who is right about this?

Chen Jian was still smiling, he didn't want others to see his nervousness.

Sansom looked at the cheering teenager with a smile on his face. He beckoned the lucky one to come out and stand aside. His excitement is too far from the tension of the other nine people.

"And...9527."

The lucky "9527" fell down, not because of excitement, but...too tired. Chen Jian, who hadn't eaten for a whole day, had a high fever, dizzy and trembling, couldn't hold it anymore after hearing the results, and fainted.

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Chen Jian had a dream, which was short but wonderful. He dreamed that sister Qiuxiang, who looked like a fairy, was holding him with concern and anxiously calling his name——

"9527? What's wrong with you?"

"9527? You wake up!"

"Pinch people, pinch people! Hurry!"

"9527...Chen Jian, Chen Jian...you wake up, wake up!"

He was shaken awake. After the obscurity, he could see the person in front of him clearly, how could there be a fairy sister Qiuxiang? There was only a ghost face, and then turned around, surrounded by more concerned faces.

"You're awake." A relieved smile appeared on that ghost.

Chen Jian didn't understand, he turned his head and looked at the people around him in confusion.

"Just now we announced the result of your promotion, and you passed out." The Chengdu coach who first came out to speak squatted down and said that Chen Jian found himself lying on the ground. There are nine other people of the same age nearby, who are also caring about themselves.

"Your forehead is very hot, do you have a fever?" The Englishman asked quickly and found Chen Jian's face confused. Then he remembered to ask the person next to him to interpret for him.

After understanding the translation, Chen Jian nodded: “I had a fever when I was on the train, I had a bad stomach, and had diarrhea. I didn’t eat anything for a day because I was worried about something wrong during the test today.”

Hearing the answer from the translator, Sansom was moved.

Let alone the British coach, even those Chinese coaches and his competitors who only knew about it were surprised. It turned out that this person competed with them in such a physical condition and became the winner.

"Hey, buddy." A teenager came next, speaking in a Beijing film accent, and also rushed over from other regions. "I took it." He patted Chen Jian on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up. "You are awesome!"

This person, Chen Jian, has an impression because he is a knockout from the Beijing division. However, this man made it to the top ten in the Beijing division and was finally eliminated. He has been trained in the youth team of the Beijing Guoan Club and is considered a professional. He has always regarded himself very high and felt that his elimination was a matter of luck rather than strength, so he went to Chengdu to prove himself again. Unexpectedly, he lost to Chen Jian this time.

I was still a bit unwilling: Why would a professional background lose out to amateur fanciers? Now he took it, convinced. Because he thinks he can't even make it through the primaries under such a physical condition.

In fact, this is a good idea. I am afraid that more people will not participate in the selection, and they have given up before the comparison, because they have a reason that no one can tell-they are not in good health and not in the state.

Sansom laughed: "OK, kid. Now you can go to have a good meal, take a hot bath, and sleep again. When you get up the next day, you won’t feel any discomfort. Of course, don’t forget. Take medicine." He stretched out his hand to congratulate Chen Jian.

"Congratulations, 9527, Chen Jian." (To be continued, if you want to know what's going on, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)

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