The Ball at Your Feet

"Let me say that what China should do now is to play football more down-to-earth with neighboring countries instead of playing friendly matches with Brazil here. What's the point of this kind of game? Isn't it sent to be abused by others? Does it have any effect on the progress of the national team? This is simply a waste of time and energy. This is the problem with the management system of Chinese football. This is a waste of taxpayers' money!"

Listening to the people in front of him constantly complaining, Zhang Yuan couldn't help but admire a little in his heart. This ability to associate with the flaws of the management system, no matter what, really makes him admire.

No wonder I can only eat a bowl of rice with Zhao Yaning, and others can become a sports journalist without relying on anything. This kind of eloquence, this kind of momentum, this kind of rich association ability...

Zhang Yuan couldn't help being embarrassed. He has been in the football circle for these years and has been tossed for so long. He has suffered more sins and sufferings than the reporter before him, but he can only scold his mother. This association Ability, why don't you have it?

If so, can you also be a reporter and eat by exposing the shady of football? After thinking about it, Zhang Yuan shook his head again: I guess it's unlikely. Although this reporter has always been known for exposing shady scenes, he often pretends to be grandchildren. People's ability to pick up bowls and eat, put down chopsticks and scold his mother, he can't learn how to learn.

If you can learn it yourself, why should you come to him and let him sing praises for Zhao Yaning?

"Mr. Li is really right. I said a long time ago that Chinese football is a puddle of shit, and whoever touches it is unlucky." Zhang Yuan watched the game on TV and said with a heartache, "This is definitely a system. Problem!"

Although Zhang Yuan didn't even know what the system was in the opponent's mouth, he did not prevent him from scolding his mother loudly.

"A good player like Zhao Yaning should not serve these bureaucrats and use his own blood to know that it is not worthwhile to pave the way for their official career! Zhao Yaning should stand up and expose the corruption and darkness of football to the people of the whole country. Let the people of the whole country see that the national football that we love so much has been swallowed by the whales."

You are bullying Lao Tzu who never went to school, and you deliberately pulled texts for me, right? Zhang Yuan cursed a few words in his heart.

"I told Ning Zi, don't be stunned by following the national team. But Ning Zi just don't do it. Young man, ignorant, you must have more knowledge to grow up." Zhang Yuan said, and sighed. "But you also know Mr. Li that the world is sinister, especially in football circles. These **** don't have any good things. After all, Ning Zi is young. If he is slandered by someone and said bad things, he still I have to ask you for more help. A while ago, he was said to be insane? There are too many unscrupulous reporters like this now. To deal with them, you can rely on the conscience of the industry like yours. "

"The young man now." Mr. Li shook his head, with a look of hate that iron can't make steel, "all of them were deceived and stupid. I really think that the kind of fool like Yue Fei is a hero! Hey..."

This made Zhang Yuan dare not say anything for a long time. It's one thing to scold the street, but it's not something that can be said.

Zhang Yuan was afraid that he would say anything more, so he quickly took out a huge wad of money, "Mr. Li, this..."

"How can I ask for your money? I'm a reporter. It's my job to report truthfully! Do you treat me as a shameless and shameless reporter!" Mr. Li immediately became angry.

"Mr. Li, you are misunderstood. This money is not for you. Ning Zi told me a long time ago that he wanted to sponsor some people who had lost the opportunity to study because of playing football, and led to a downturn in their lives. But I'm not here all year round. Domestically, I don’t know who can do it. After thinking about it, if the money is given to someone else, it may be corrupted. Only an honest reporter like you can use it on the right road, and only you You know enough about the people who have been treated unfairly in football. You must do this for me."

Mr. Li still hesitated, "Of course it is incumbent for me to help with this kind of thing, but if I report this kind of thing..."

"You don't need to report, you don't need to report." Zhang Yuan immediately understood his thoughts, "This kind of thing that learns from Lei Feng, at that time had to do good deeds without leaving a name, and it's not fair to go out and publicize yourself."

"Oh, I didn't expect Zhao Yaning to be so patriotic. Then I will do his favor and hand the money to the innocent people who have been killed by Chinese football."

By saying this, Mr. Li has already collected the money. Seeing how fast he cleans up, he can definitely believe that he himself is the innocent person in his mind who was killed by Chinese football.

You are worth that little money. Seeing how he was packing up his money, Zhang Yuan couldn't help but cursed in his heart.

Zhang Yuan has learned something from the story of the female reporter last time. He thought that as long as Zhao Yaning played well and had one of the best football skills in China, there would be no problems. As long as the Football Association is messed up, there are a few friendly companies in the media. At that time, the media in his hometown sang praises for Zhao Yaning every day, so he didn't care too much.

But when the report came out, he realized that he had underestimated the shamelessness of this group of domestic reporters. What about good football? What they report is not just about football, as long as they have something to do with football players, they dare to talk nonsense. And the Football Association is soft enough in this department, and they have the ability to compare with the players, but when they really encounter things, they all become waste.

Zhang Yuan can't guarantee that Zhao Yaning will be perfect at all times, and even no matter how perfect, the media will be able to find flaws. Arguing with the media is certainly a relief, but doing so will not do anything to make money. Zhang Yuan didn't want to make Zhao Yaning's reputation in the country worse, so he also began to think about clearing up the relationship for Zhao Yaning in the country.

And this Mr. Li is the reporter he found to help. Although this gentleman has always been known for his interest in exposing the darkness of Chinese football, Zhang Yuan has also heard about it in private, and he is not a straightforward person. And compared to other big guys in the football reporter circle, because he often exposes the dark side and always provokes trouble, he is still the cheaper one.

After all, in order to get out of his position, he offended the Football Association a lot. Although he pretended to be his grandson in every way in the past few years, he wanted to recover his losses, but with the record, he was not very happy after all. According to some people, he already has a point in the circle, and he wants to change his career to become a public intellectual.

Zhang Yuan doesn't know what public intellectuals are. Intellectuals are humans and not toilets. How come there are public ones? But this does not prevent him from knowing this distress in life. Now that he knows this, it will be easy to do things. Zhang Yuan made up his mind, gave him some money, and bought him. With his popularity, qualifications and access in the football circle, it is just right to buy him over and become Zhao Yaning's full-time touted staff.

Just these words, there is no need to tell Zhao Yaning. His chirp and crooked temper must be another one hundred unwillingness. If you don't tell him this, it will make him feel that it is his own ability that some people in China are beginning to tout him. In that case, let him go stupidly abroad.

Ever since he found out that Zhao Yaning had calculated something on his back, Zhang Yuan felt very panicked in his heart. Are there few things I can do for him? Isn't it good for him to do it yourself? He was still making small calculations secretly, and he didn't discuss things with himself... It's good, you do things without hiding things from me, I can do things without hiding them from you, and save me from feeling uncomfortable.

"To say that Zhao Yaning played the ball really well, you can see this touch of the ball, you can pass people over in one click, this action is exactly the Maradona of Asia!"

Zhang Yuan remembered that this Mr. Li is a firm Argentine fan, and his highest praise for people is like Maradona.

"Ning Zi's ball feel is really good. This is something you can't learn. And his dribbling skills have improved so quickly in the past year and a half." Zhang Yuan didn't know that he was talking to reporters. , I said to myself, "If this goes on, he will definitely become the No. 1 player in Asia."

"Obviously it is already! Nakata Hidetoshi is nothing but playing as a substitute in Rome. Zhao Yaning is the main player, and with so many goals and assists, he knows that he is the core player at a glance. Let's compete for the championship. The core player of the team is much more significant than his substitute player."

Mr. Li's words made Zhang Yuan raise his brows, but he did not speak. Now that he has figured out what to say, why should he talk nonsense with him?

After all, they are professional ~www.ltnovel.com~ There is a specialization in the technical industry, and the action of kicking the players can be figured out to be poetic and picturesque. This kind of ability, I absolutely do not have.

The game continued, and the two people chatted with each other. And after Rivaldo almost broke the goal, Mr. Li became angry again, "The Chinese team is just crazy, got a kickback coach who can’t coach, and just kicked it like this, let alone give him Zhao Yaning, even if It was Maradona for him, and they couldn't get any results! Chinese football is an institutional problem, and such a change cannot make Chinese football stronger!"

Zhang Yuan didn't have an interface. He heard the other party mentioning system problems several times when he saw each other very often today, and his ears were numb, so he didn't find it interesting anymore.

"Actually, I really like this style of play now." Zhang Yuan looked at the game and couldn't help but speak.

"Let the front midfielder kick the defender and the defender kick the forward, so he almost didn't rotate the goalkeeper. Where is it?" Mr. Li couldn't help turning his head and asked.

"To be honest, I was not optimistic about the new coach before he took office. After all, he is a Dutchman, or the Ajax guy, that must be a mind-blowing concept of all offense. Keeping this thing is definitely a great tactic, but what is the tactical concept of our Chinese players that can be played? I think it hangs."

Zhang Yuan’s words made Mr. Li nod again and again. Although Zhang Yuan knew that the money he gave him was enough to make him nod when he heard what he said, he was still quite proud to see a reporter agree with him.

"But until now, after seeing his tactics, I figured out one thing." Zhang Yuan watched the game on TV and couldn't help but make his own evaluation. "What is his style of play? Dutch football? This is simply the Italian way of playing!"