Lao Gao knew that it was the graduation season for Wang Ai, the most stressful period. In order to come to South Korea to compete, Wang Ai not only asked for leave from the school, but also begged the department head to adjust the examination time for certain subjects. If not for the fact that this is the Chinese people's
For the first time in the history of the university, a student will participate in the Asian Youth Championship. In the face of it, the exam time is adjusted for a student? In front of the vice-ministerial level principal, students from any family background are just ants!
The key is that Wang Ai is not a student with sports specialties or special admissions as there were later, but a full-time student who passed the college entrance examination. This can be regarded as a direct descendant of the Renmin University of China. Even if he studies philosophy and goes astray to play football.
If it’s football, then it’s one of our own!
But this is the biggest face. Wang Ai must pass the exam to get a diploma. So even if Wang Ai went to South Korea to compete, he also brought dozens of philosophy books, which were too difficult for one person to carry. Li Lin followed him at his own expense.
I couldn't do it without bringing books. I spent a week in Korea. With Wang Ai's extreme compression of four years into two years, he faced exams in twice as many subjects as others.
Therefore, whether it is Lao Gao or the team leader, they are more tolerant of Wang Ai's laziness. Even the most ordinary students of Renmin University of China have very bright future employment prospects. More than half of the graduates will have bright futures.
The administrative level is higher than theirs, and Wang Ai is one of them who is particularly good at studying. Seeing the critical moment of graduation, he drags them to play in a national junior qualifier that no one is watching. The Football Association is not very tough.
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When the final whistle sounded, Gao Gao woke up Wang Ai: "I said you are so sleepy, why do you have to come with me? How about sleeping in the hotel?"
Wang Ai stood up unsteadily: "Feel the atmosphere of the game."
Lao Gao's nose is almost crooked with anger. You felt like shit when you slept the whole time! The sunshine in Seoul in May is so good. I looked at you while you slept, and there was a big mark on your face!
"What did you feel?"
Wang Ai rubbed his eyes and looked at the 19:0 on the electronic board, nodded in approval and said: "The game was exciting, the confrontation was fierce, the red flag was waving, there was a huge crowd of people, the audience's throats were hoarse and their palms were red!"
At this time, Zhao Xuri walked to the sidelines and slapped Wang Ai, almost knocking him down: "Look at this place, can there be fifty spectators?"
Two days later, against Brunei, Wang Ai dressed decently and sat next to Gao Hongbo. Logically speaking, this position belongs to the assistant coach, but what kind of bicycle does the national junior need in this situation? Gao Hongbo has not had time to recruit his own assistant.
The team leader can act as a temporary assistant, but Wang Ai has to sit here. The team leader is a big man and he doesn’t want to compete with Wang Ai. Besides, the team leader can also see that this pair of people, one big and one small, who often exchange football skills and tactics,
Feelings are good.
Within twenty minutes, Wang Ai fell asleep again and did not wake up during the middle period.
Lao Gao pushed Wang Ai helplessly: "I said you should sleep in the lounge. You won't be able to watch or sleep well, and the impact will not be good."
Wang Ai squinted his eyes and stood up lazily: "Am I not worried about you?"
"Why are you worried about me?" Lao Gao asked doubtfully.
"Tsk!" Wang Ai said with a mocking look on his face: "How many times have we, the national football team, tripped and knocked out a front tooth, been knocked over by a dung beetle, and your face was bloody? I'm not here, what if you fall into a trap?
If you're in, who's going to get you?"
Lao Gao snorted, turned around and left. Wang Ai was still chattering behind him: "You said it would have been better if you tried your best against Iraq and Yemen in 1993. You were just one goal short of not making it to the World Cup. Schlapner
That old man was so kind to you, and even after class, you said you..."
The team leader covered the mouth of Wang Ai, who was poisoning all the way: Lao Gao is about to explode.
After the game, the scoreboard showed: 12:0, the Chinese team beat Brunei...
Wang Ai yawned profusely during the summary meeting, and the team members were also a little listless. Suddenly Wang Ai stood up: "Director Gao, let's start together after the qualifiers are over. There is still a big battle below."
Lao Gao just held a summary meeting as usual. He did this for both the national team and the local team at that time. He looked at the slumping national junior team members who were infected by Wang Ai and glared at Wang Ai: "Today, let's start today."
After driving here, everyone should go back and rest."
After everyone dispersed, Lao Gao scolded Wang Ai: "I say Wang Ai, you should pay more attention to meeting discipline. I am here. If you change to another coach, I will have to deal with you. At worst, I won't let you play.
, in the worst case, if I pick on you and send you home, the players can’t resist in this regard.”
Wang Ai pursed his lips and nodded frequently. He waited until Lao Gao finished venting before looking up: "Director Gao, have you forgotten something?"
"What?" Lao Gao opened his eyes wide.
Wang Ai raised his arm and looked at his watch: "There's still half an hour left."
Looking at Lao Gao who still looked confused, Wang Ai said sadly: "You only know how to train me, and soon South Korea will play Mongolia. I said, don't you go and see the South Korean team? Don't you study the opponent?"
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"Hey!" Lao Gao patted his head. He had no experience as a coach for the first time. He was the only coach around him and no one reminded him.
"Let's go!" Lao Gao didn't have time to criticize Wang Ai and hurriedly changed into casual clothes. The two of them found the venue for the match between South Korea and Mongolia according to the game arrangement. The national junior team was the same everywhere, no one was watching, so the stadium
No one was selling tickets, so the two of them just strolled in.
At this moment, South Korea and Mongolia are already playing each other, and both of them are watching it seriously.
"The Korean team is still so rough, and such a young kid can hit so hard. Hey, coach Gao, look! Did you say the shot just now was for the ball or for someone?"
When there were no outsiders, Lao Gao was quite talkative and replied humorously: "When you kick the ball, you go for the ball; when you kick the ball, you go for the person."
"That's right, they just go out and don't stop. Maybe their domestic league is like this. Those who can't stand the kick are kicked out of the football circle, so the rest are resistant. But it's not good for us.
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Lao Gao nodded: "Our Chinese football, after all, is still technical, but the body is considered strong in Asia, so sometimes people can't see clearly. But in fact, from the 1980s to today, every national team has
The team coach advocates football skills. So when you encounter a team like South Korea, it’s a headache. They come up and kick the ball around, and the Chinese team can’t perform well.”
The two of them were watching and talking. Just halfway through the first half, a person came over in front of them and stood watching the ball with his back to them. The two of them didn't pay attention and twisted their bodies to watch, and as a result, the person swayed around.
And not long after, two more people showed up, resulting in their sight being completely blocked.
Only then did the two of them realize that they were the sanitation staff in the stadium, and they were carrying brooms. This was because they were sincere!
Gao Hongbo is tall, thin and has small eyes, which looks a bit like Koreans. Wang Ai's clothes are very trendy and more fashionable than those worn by ordinary Korean children. It is difficult to tell from the appearance that he was a conservative Chinese at that time.
Both of them were wondering, how did the other party see it?
Looking at the two Chinese "spies" with depressed faces, the three Koreans felt proud: after eavesdropping for half a minute, they didn't hear a single "Smecta". They are definitely not from our country!
This chapter has been completed!