Me, Captain of China

Zheng Zhi also knew that he was selected as the best team of the week, Yan Qiang ran over and told him the news.

Zheng Zhi was playing the goal in the backyard.

"Zheng Zhi, what are you doing?"

Seeing Zheng Zhi hanging tires on the goal, he became curious.

"Hang the tire."

"Whip corpse?" Yan Qiang looked at the tires hanging on the goal, wondering what Zheng Zhi was doing.

"Ouch! I know." He patted his head, "Are you going to learn Beckham?"

"Sometimes ago, a colleague of the newspaper told me that Beckham is trained like this. Why, do you want to become Beckham in China?"

He took a serious turn around Zheng Zhi, then shook his head, "Unfortunately, you can't be a Beckham in China. Yang Chen is about the same, mainly because you are not handsome enough."

"I haven't said it, it's all you said." Zheng Zhi took off his gloves with a smile and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

"I think Beckham's training method is good, so I took it to learn. We have to learn good things, don't you dare to learn?"

"Hmm, what you said makes sense, let me be awe-inspiring. If Chinese players like you like learning, the World Cup is just around the corner." Yan Qiang slapped him along the way.

"..." Zheng Zhi was speechless and made jokes about the World Cup, which was not funny at all.

Yan Qiang quickly changed the subject, "I will go to the" Kicker "editorial department in a moment, I want to know what this professional football media thinks of you."

"Oh?"

"" Sports Weekly "now has a cooperative relationship with them, they will provide us with a manuscript every week, all about you and Yang Chen."

"Hey, what good report do I have? Tell me more about Brother Yang."

Zheng Zhi waved his hand, indifferently.

"Don't say that, the more famous you are, the higher your value, the more you will be seen by better clubs. Isn't that good? Don't you want to go to the giants?"

"A wealthy man?"

Is Evergrande count ... Zheng Zhi smiled in his heart.

Meals must be eaten bit by bit, and the ball must be kicked one by one. So far, I have n’t thought about any riches. It ’s most important to practice yourself first. The wine is not afraid of deep alleys. The day of the show.

Isn't that the goal with the tire in front of me?

"I won't tell you anymore, I'm gone. By the way, last week's Sports Weekly, I put it in your living room. Take a good look. Many of them are your news."

The Internet in this era has not yet been popularized. It is difficult for domestic news to reach Germany. Zheng Zhi asked Yan Qiang to help him bring some newspapers. After all, he also cares about Chinese football ...

"Good, thanks. If you have time tonight, come and eat with me."

"Forget it, eat with you? I'm afraid I have stomach cancer. I rely on it. Is your dietitian cooking something for humans? I'd rather cook noodles by myself!"

"..." Zheng Zhi is speechless again, this is very familiar, Yang Chen said yesterday ...

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Yan Qiang is going to see Mr. Ebert from the Southwest Editorial Office of "Kicker".

He walked around the stadium for a long time and didn't find the Forest Street to go to. He made a phone call to know that the editorial department of "Kicker" was not originally in "Forest Street" in Frankfurt. Fenbach's "Forest Street". Fortunately, Offenbach is a small city next to Frankfurt. Within half an hour, Yan Qiang rushed to the editorial office of "Kicker" in the brand-new office building of "Offenbach Post".

The elevator went up to the fifth floor, and Mr. Ebert was already waiting at the elevator door. Forty-one-year-old Ebert has been in this business for fifteen years. In 1990, he joined Germany's most prestigious football magazine "Kicker". In the following eight years, he was responsible for reporting on the games of Saarbrücken, Karlsruhe, Mannheim and Frankfurt. Every time the Frankfurt team plays at home, Ebert will watch the game. In addition, he also observes the training of the Frankfurt team at least once a week. "Kicker" reports on Yang Chen and Zheng Zhi came from him and his colleagues.

Talking about Yang Chen, Ebert opened a thick clipping folder on the table. The first part of the folder was the newspaper clippings he collected about Yang Chen from the German media. Among them are Yang Chen's full-page report of just arriving in the Bundesliga, as well as photos of Yang Chen and Schlapner eating together in the restaurant.

"His technique is quite good. However, there is still room for improvement in tactical coordination, such as too many offsides. In addition, Yang's shooting should be further improved."

Mentioning Zheng Zhi, Ebert's eyes light up.

"Ah, Zheng, he is a very promising child."

"My colleagues rated the last two rounds because I did not go to watch the game away. But I go to Frankfurt training at least once a week."

"He is different and has all the conditions to be a great midfielder."

"I'm looking forward to watching him play at home on the weekend. Thank goodness, he didn't have a red card suspension."

This cold humor made Yan Qiang couldn't help laughing.

"In our professional eyes, he is the best player in Frankfurt. Before the season, we had high hopes for Schneider, thinking that he is the most important player to support Frankfurt, but the appearance of Zheng made us change our minds ~ www. readwn.com ~ Please note that I am not talking about me, I am talking about us. This is our consensus. "

"Of course, we are not saying that Schneider is not good enough, but that Zheng is better. Time will prove everything."

Yan Qiang took a breath, but did not expect Zheng Zhi to be so high in Ebert ’s eyes.

"If he continues this performance, will he be favored by a better club?"

"Why not? Unless the eyes of the scouts are blind. As long as Zheng continues to maintain such a stable play, one day, Frankfurt will not be able to keep him. Of course, many players show their talent when they are young, but can they kick it out? That's another matter. Personality and attitude are very important. In this regard, the German players obviously do well. "

"Zheng, I don't know what he is like. If I have time, I will try to get in touch with him more."

"He?" Yan Qiang smiled.

"He is the player I have seen the most hard and strict requirements of his own."

"Oh?" Ebert moved slightly, and really had another interest in Zheng Zhi.

"Then his success rate increased by at least half."

It was at this time that his office door was knocked open.

Ebert looked up and looked surprised.

"Why are you back?"

Who is this person? Yan Qiang glanced secretly. The blond, middle-aged uncle with sloppy beard, looked very vicissitudes. Carrying a duffel bag on his shoulder, it seems that it has not been washed for a long time.

After he came in, he threw the luggage directly on the ground, and then sat on the sofa next to it.

"Broken."

"I don't want to kick."