It was the first time he met Sun Ke again in the national team, and the two were arranged in the same room. Yi Zhe just had time to pay serious attention to it. After all, Sun Ke decided to go out and had his own share of the cause and effect.
He knew that the media must take credit for this incident, but Yi Zhe never dared to think so. Only people like him who have been in a foreign country all year round can understand how much courage it takes to step out of the comfort zone. It is really good to be at home for a thousand days, but it is difficult to go out for a while.
.
"Okay, can you still adapt to Spain?"
Sun Xiao smiled, hesitating a little, but after a moment he still said: "Anything else will do, just... Zhe, I may need to find an agent."
Yi Zhe originally thought that the biggest difficulty would be the language problem, but he really didn't expect Sun Ke to say this, but he felt that he could really help with this matter.
"Why, this agent is unreliable now?"
Sun Ke scratched his head and smiled: "I have always used domestic agents...do you understand?"
Yi Zhe suddenly understood, looked at each other and smiled, everyone understood.
"Okay, don't worry, I'll take care of this."
Yi Zhe, who was able to help, was of course obliged to lend a hand, and the only one he could think of was Thies.
"Haha, Yi, you finally contacted me. Is it because you have a big endorsement contract in China?"
Yi Zhe smiled: "Come over here, Tis, big business."
…
Yi Zhe's main focus is still following the national team in preparing for the game against the Hong Kong, China team.
Occupying the absolute advantage of the right time, place, people, and strength, the focus of Perrin's drills is to break the dense defense. This is not a simple task. Even world-class teams may stumble, and the iron barrel formation can always eliminate it to the greatest extent.
The gap in leveling strength.
"Boys, run! Keep up with Yi's rhythm! This is football that really tears apart defenses!"
What Perrin does most is to beat the players, but now Yi Zhe feels pretty good. At least in the main lineup, Zheng Zhi, Hao Junmin and Sun Ke can basically play at the same rhythm with him, in the midfield and frontcourt.
The fast pace can bring the whole field up. Not to mention that Yi Zhe also has to conduct daily simulations in the system.
Everyone's training was very relaxed, and even during the training breaks, the players could chat with each other about the historical battles with Hong Kong, China.
"Hey, Brother Zhi, if there is another penalty kick opportunity this time, you can take it!"
Zheng Zhi was suddenly stimulated. He really had such a "dark history".
"Zhe, please don't provoke me. If you still can't get in this time, I'll chew the dog's ass live! I've spent the past twenty years kicking the dog."
Yi Zhe quickly laughed and said: "Brother Zhi, it's not fun to be serious, haha! If that's the case, why don't we promise not to lose first? Let's learn from history!"
All the players looked at each other.
"It's too exaggerated, Zhe."
"Hey, this is not what you, Yi Zhe, should say!"
Yi Zhe shrugged his shoulders. He was actually consciously reminding his teammates to keep the necessary vigilance against teams they had never played against. This is the respect of professional players.
However, after the training of the Chinese team, it was time for the Hong Kong team to go on the field for training. Yi Zhe had his first face-to-face meeting with the Hong Kong team players on the sidelines. His eyes were completely focused on the white-skinned and dark-skinned players in the opponent's formation.
The number of players is at least over half, which completely reveals that this is a naturalized team composed of multinational coalition forces.
At the same time, Yi Zhe could also feel many eyes staring at him, and he could also hear the secret whispers and discussions of those dark foreigners with white skin.
"Is this Yi?"
"I didn't expect that one day we would actually have to play against him."
"It's unbelievable! I still don't know how he won against Barcelona."
To be honest, Yi Zhe enjoys this feeling. He can finally understand what it is like to be able to intimidate his opponents without having to prove anything.
But he suddenly saw the defender Zhang Linpeng beside him stop and turn around. With uncontrollable anger in his eyes, he turned around and rushed towards the Hong Kong team's goalkeeper.
"I'll beat you to death, you street boy!"
Fortunately, Yi Zhe reacted quickly enough and grabbed him: "Calm down, Fifth Master, what are we doing!"
However, Zhang Linpeng was so angry that she shouted directly at Yi Zhe: "Zhe, let go, he is scolding us, we must let him have a taste of it today!"
"The Great Luo of All Worlds"
Yi Zhe was stunned for a moment. He felt that several people across from him were secretly mouthing something, and he quickly asked: "Then we have to make it clear. What did they curse?"
Zhang Linpeng said loudly: "They scolded us (Mainland) (local) (Zai)! Damn, they bullied me because I can't understand Cantonese? Fortunately, I have been playing football in Guangzhou for several years."
This time Yi Zhe stopped moving his hands and held back two words for several seconds: "Fuck!"
…
This scene on the sidelines of the training ground quickly became a hot topic, so much so that the coaching staff immediately closed the door and warned everyone.
"Boys, you are just professional players. Winning the game is your highest goal at all times. The coaching staff does not want to see any behavior that goes beyond the scope of professional players."
Yi Zhe already knew through the media that things on the sidelines of the training ground were rapidly fermenting, and there were even faint signs of going out of the circle. Moreover, the national team was quickly issued a gag order, prohibiting all players from commenting on the incident through social media, even if they were interviewed by the media.
Only captains Zheng Zhi and Yi Zhe were allowed to do so. Yi Zhe was able to obtain this permission entirely because of his resume.
"Xiao Yi, we are assured of you. After all, you have rich media experience."
The person who said this was an elder from the Chinese Football Association in charge of the national team, and the look in his eyes always made Yi Zhe feel that there was something else.
Yi Zhe understood why this happened after some research.
In the first game against the Maldives, during the pre-game national anthem, almost no one in the Hong Kong team spoke, and everyone looked away during the national anthem.
This is only related to football, and Yi Zhe has nothing to do with other matters.
At the pre-match press conference, as expected, reporters focused on this aspect.
"Yi Zhe, what happened at the national team's training ground?"
Yi Zhe smiled: "What I can tell you is that the team will not be affected at all. We are ready."
One sentence was enough to stop all curiosity, but some reporters still asked: "As far as we know, the Hong Kong team refused to sing the national anthem before the game in the last game. If it happened during the game against the Chinese team,
What do you think of this kind of scene?"
Yi Zhe smiled. This was a reporter from CCTV. He secretly praised that he was indeed a CCTV reporter. His thinking was absolutely incomparable and he was on point.
"I noticed that there are many naturalized players in the Hong Kong team. I think there is no need to be so demanding on international friends..."
"Then what if the whole team doesn't speak?"
This reporter was very determined to get to the bottom of things, or maybe he just wanted the top star of the Chinese team to make a statement on behalf of the national team.
As he wished, Yi Zhe smiled and said: "That won't work. They all play the same national anthem and don't even speak, so it's not a matter of looking down on us players. We wear the national team jersey.
We will do what we have to do. Originally this was just an ordinary game, but if someone refuses to open his mouth, then we have to do our duty - fight to death for this jersey!"
