"...It is necessary to fight back against his accusations. We cannot let Tobera set the pace. If he says this for the first time and we don't respond, then he will say it often in the future, and he will also lead the way.
More people will accuse you of flopping. Public opinion is the best. Once your image of flopping is established by them, it will have many adverse effects on you. For example, in future games, the referee will pay more attention to you.
actions, and treat your normal violated falls as fake falls. Over time, unless you are really injured, I am afraid no one will believe that you were really fouled... So we must say you like this kind of thing
We will respond resolutely, quickly and forcefully to the remarks about flopping..."
Yong Jun was explaining to Hu Lai on the phone why the company used his official account to forward such a piece of news. Hu Lai just called and asked Yong Jun what was going on with that tweet.
Unexpectedly, Hu Lai laughed after hearing Yong Jun's explanation: "Uncle Yong, you are wrong. I am not here to blame the company."
"No?" Yong Jun was surprised. He really thought that Hu Lai was here to investigate.
"Yeah. I just want to say, next time I have such an opportunity, can I do it myself?"
Hearing Hu Lai's unserious voice on the phone, Yong Jun's face changed: "What nonsense are you talking about! Do it by yourself? Are you afraid that you will have too little trouble? Don't even think about this..."
After finally dealing with Hu Lai and hanging up the phone, Yong Jun saw Zhang Qinghuan who was smiling at him, so he raised his forehead and said, "That kid is really..."
"Haha, you can promise him, Uncle Yong."
"It's making trouble! If we let him come, do you believe that he would definitely start taunting him in a weird way?" Yong Jun knew Hu Lai very well, and at the end he added, "This kid is full of bad ideas."
Zhang Qing said with a smile: "Uncle Yong, why don't you go back and keep an eye on him? Aren't you afraid that he will cause trouble for you while you are away?"
Yong Jun was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand and shook his head: "That won't happen. He is just talking about it... But I have to follow you. The two of us will work together to get through this period as soon as possible... You
Don’t worry. He can handle Hu Lai’s side by himself. After all, he has been there for a year and a half, and his language is no problem. But your side is particularly important, so you can’t be careless..."
Zhang Qinghuan came to Barcelona Saria Club on July 1 and has been training with the team for one and a half months and played several warm-up matches.
Performance...can't be said to be good.
In other words, it is far from everyone's expectations of him.
At least with him in the national team, Flashing Star's performance is incomparable.
Of course, there's a reason for this:
Whether in the national team or in Flash Stars, Zhang Qinghuan is the absolute core. The ball is handed over to him and he is responsible for organizing the offense. In Flash Stars, Zhao Kangming gives him a high degree of freedom.
They are all familiar teammates, and they work well together. As an organizing midfielder, his performance will naturally be good.
But after coming to Saria, he lost such tactical status and freedom.
After all, he is not a famous player, so what if he participated in the World Cup? It is also difficult to convince Saria's head coach Arno Casas to abandon the original tactical system and use him as the team's core organizer.
Not to mention he has to conquer his teammates first.
These all take time.
At present, Zhang Qinghuan is only regarded as an ordinary midfield offensive player. Head coach Casas hopes to use his good passing skills and good skills to help the team's offense.
But don't let him dominate the team's offense.
In the three warm-up games, Zhang Qinghuan played three different positions: No. 9 and half, central midfielder and wide midfielder.
It can also be seen from this that in Casas's mind, he has not yet figured out what position he wants Zhang Qinghuan to play, and is still experimenting.
Among them, Zhang Qinghuan's worst performance is the winger. After all, he has no speed and can only rely on technology to break through, which is a bit embarrassing.
So in the game where he played as a wide midfielder, he only played for forty minutes before being replaced.
After the game, some Chinese fans ridiculed Casas on Weibo: "Actually, if you think about it carefully, this is a good thing for Zhang Qinghuan. At least the head coach knows that he is not suitable to be placed on the wing. So he successfully eliminated a mistake.
Answer!"
"...You have to have confidence, Qing Huan. Even in La Liga, your skills are not bad, and they are better than many people in their team. Don't think that you are so good at the feet of Spanish players!" Yong
Jun encouraged Zhang Qinghuan. "Let me tell you, Qinghuan, just have this mentality: Man, I came to La Liga to help the poor!"
Zhang Qinghuan was amused by Yong Jun's words: "Uncle Yong, what you said... La Liga needs me to help the poor?"
"Hey! You have to have this momentum! Don't think too much, just play and train with this mentality and show your confidence. Just like that kid Hu Lai, when he first came to the Premier League, he didn't think about anything.
If you ask him to train, he will train, if he is asked to train, he will train, and if he is not allowed to play, he will not make a fuss. But he said something to me, and I knew that this kid would definitely make it."
Zhang Qinghuan was intrigued by his words and asked curiously: "What did he say?"
"He hadn't been selected into the squad at that time. Everyone was anxious about when he could play. I was actually a little anxious too. Then he said to me: 'Uncle Yong, I'm not in a hurry. I just regard myself as
Gain experience and level up in the dungeon, raise your level, and then go out and meet those Premier League teams for a while to see if they are a gathering of elites or a meeting of carrots!'"
Hearing what Yong Jun relayed, Zhang Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, then took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled: "It is indeed what that boy can say..."
"I know that Hu Lai's rapid integration into the team has the advantage of language. But for football players, football is the most universal language. When you can show your own characteristics on the field, you can still communicate with your teammates even if you don't understand the language temporarily.
"Communicate." Yong Jun continued. "I'm not bragging. As the most skilled player in China, and the same is true in this team, you came to Sarria to help the poor with technology!"
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Zhang Qinghuan changed clothes, came out of the locker room, and looked at his teammates on the green training ground.
Everyone is getting ready to start training.
He suddenly thought of what Uncle Yong said...
No, it’s what Hu Lai said:
radish.
He couldn't help but laugh.
This kind of idea can only be thought of by that kid.
But if you think about it carefully, it’s really like this…
Ever since I met that guy, it seems like this has always been the case.
On the bus stop outside the rental house, he and Wang Guangwei were complaining about the hardships of professional football, but Hu Lai felt that they were "standing and talking without back pain."
Does Hu Lai really not know how difficult it is to be a professional player?
How can it be?
Of course he knows.
But he still chose to move forward bravely, with the stubbornness of a child in his heart.
Zhang Qinghuan thought that this might be the reason why Hu Lai was always more successful than them all.
Because it is pure.
And I should be more pure like Hu Lai.
Be more confident and more pure.
Show what you are best at in front of your teammates and head coach.
Don't think about other things.
Just like Uncle Yong said...
Poverty alleviation.
I’m here to help the poor!
Thinking of this, Zhang Qinghuan raised his hands and slapped him hard on the cheek.
A crisp snapping sound attracted the attention of other people on the training ground.
They looked back curiously at the only Chinese player on the team.
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"Hey! Hey! Pass the ball!"
"Here! Here!"
"Separate sides!!"
"Eh! Eh!!"
Saria's training ground was filled with the shouts of the players who were training.
When Zhang Qinghuan got the ball in the ribs, his forward teammates yelled at him in the penalty area, hoping that Zhang Qinghuan could pass the ball to him.
But Zhang Qinghuan seemed not to see him, and kept looking up to observe the movement of his teammates on the far right.
When the defender saw that Zhang Qinghuan's attention was not on the football at his feet, he tried to steal it.
Who would have thought that as soon as he stretched out his feet, Zhang Qinghuan hit him with a fried meatball!
"Oh!" There was an exclamation from both the court and the sidelines.
Fried meatballs are not a particularly cool way to pass the ball. What surprised everyone was that Zhang Qinghuan did not look away from the beginning to the end. In other words, he probably did not notice the defensive player trying to grab him...
But he dodged the attack in time.
Then Zhang Qinghuan took advantage of the situation and took the football to the center.
When he attracted another defensive player to come up and guard him, he secretly used the outside instep of his left foot to move the football in the opposite direction of his running!
Passed to the forward teammate who had just shouted for him to pass the ball in the penalty area.
The latter turned around and brought the football over, then took a shot!
The football flies into the goal from the far corner!
"Zhang!!" The forward teammate who scored the goal turned around and pointed at Zhang Qinghuan, saying that the ball was passed beautifully.
Zhang Qinghuan also smiled.
Hu Lai was right, and so was Uncle Yong.
If I keep playing with such concentration, I will definitely succeed here!