Chapter 28: The Demon Sword Comes into the World (Part 1)
The person who answered the phone was Zhang Yin, the spiritual leader of the Liao Tigers who dominated Chinese football at the end of the century, and the leader in creating the myth of Chinese football.
Now Zhang Yin is still the coach of Liaoning Football School. He is unknown in the football circle. No one realizes that Zhang Yuning, Bai Guanghai, Zhao Junzhe, Xiao Zhanbo and a long list of young people who followed Zhang Yin around are still waiting for opportunities.
Players and Li Jinyu who is far away in Brazil and has not yet returned to the team, what kind of youth storm Li Tie will set off in Chinese football in the future.
The performance of the first-tier team has not been very good recently. Halfway through the season, Gai Zengchen's team has not shown the momentum to return to Class A. Therefore, Zhang Yin, who is an old fan himself, is not particularly happy.
"Oh, Xiaotie, why do you want to call me? Aren't you on vacation?"
"Dad, I'm on vacation. I was at my relatives' house in Liaoyang today and watched one of their high school cup games. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I called my dad."
"Well, what did you find?"
"Dad, today is City No. 1 High School vs. Lighthouse No. 2 High School, 7:2! Can you imagine such a huge disparity in a high school varsity game?"
"Oh? Is there a big difference in strength?" Zhang Yin still showed little interest.
"When it comes to the overall strength of the team, it's just that. It's far behind the high schools in Shenyang and Dalian. But, Dad, five of the goals scored by the first high school were scored by one player, and they were all scored by one player.
In the second half!" Li Tie couldn't restrain his excitement.
"Huh?" Zhang Yin was finally intrigued by his disciple's call: "Second half? One person scores five?"
"Yes, this player's name is Ma Dong. He seems to have rough skills and average impact, but his sense of smell in front of the goal is too sensitive. He seems to be wilting when he looks at it. Then he runs out suddenly and cleanly. Sometimes after finishing the shot,
The whole audience couldn't react. They couldn't figure out how he got there. Even with my experience, I couldn't figure it out. He was able to create a goal-scoring opportunity even though it wasn't a goal. Such a player is so amazing."
"Really?" Zhang Yin thought for a moment: "Hao Haidong?"
Li Tie slapped his thigh: "Yes, yes, this style is similar to that of Hao Haidong. He is usually inconspicuous, but when he is cold, he will do something serious. Dad, can you come over and take a look when you have time? I looked at the schedule, and they have one game in the group stage in three days.
game."
Zhang Yin wanted to agree, but hesitated: "What should I do?"
"Oh dad, I finally returned to China. You are still busy at work. Let's watch a game together and enjoy the fun."
Zhang Yin thought, but yes, let's go there. It's not far anyway, and big passengers will be there in two hours.
What Li Tie didn't know was that there was someone more famous than him who was secretly watching the game. This person was the famous football player Tang Yaodong, who is now the head coach of the Liaoning youth team and the most famous football player in Shenyang.
The owner of the seafood restaurant "Haizhongquan". Tang Yaodong was the main midfielder of the Chinese men's football team in the 1980s. He was undefeated every day in his career, especially in the crucial game when the Chinese Olympic team reached the Olympic finals. Tang Yaodong spilled blood on the field.
Scored the winning goal and made a great contribution.
Coach Tang, who had just retired for two years, was originally invited by the Liaoyang Sports Bureau to be the opening guest, but the youth team had something to do and didn't make it. Later, the matter was canceled and he rushed here in a hurry. As a result, he only watched the second half.
Tang Yaodong, who is 36 years old and has played football in Japan for three years, has a much better vision than Li Tie, who is still out of touch. After the game, Tang Yaodong met with the officials of the Liaoyang Sports Bureau for dinner and rushed back to Shenyang overnight to go to the Sports Commission Hall.
Yuan went straight to the master's home. He planned to invite the recently unemployed master to go to Liaoyang in three days to watch the competition.
After drinking some wine with the master, the master agreed to go there in three days, and then Tang Yaodong returned home.
Three days later, in the second match of Group A where No. 1 High School played, No. 1 High School played against No. 3 Vocational High School. The strength of this game was even more disparate than the previous one. Students from No. 3 Vocational High School spent half their time studying high school textbooks and the other half.
With practical skills such as cooking and car repair, most of the energy is spent on employment.
But almost no one who comes to watch the game cares about the result of the game. The fans only ask whether the game is good or not. They are all their own children, who wins and who loses is the same. And the special guests don't care about a high school team cup game.
The victory or defeat, they care about the players or other things.
At the end of the first half, the score was No. 1 High School leading No. 3 Vocational High School 2:1. Tang Yaodong, who was sitting high up in the stands with his master, looked a little confused. The master yawned out of boredom: "Xiao Tang, this is meaningless.
Well, thank you for tricking me into coming here."
Tang Yaodong hurriedly explained: "Master, I just watched the second half of the last game. Let's take a look. There should be changes."
While the two were talking, a person next to them said with a smile: "Coach Tang is not interesting. The powerful commander came to Liaoyang and he didn't tell me."
Tang Yaodong turned around, and it turned out to be the deputy director of Liaoyang Sports Bureau and the principal of Liaoyang Sports School. The two greeted each other. The deputy director held Master Tang Yaodong's hand tightly and said with emotion: "Tie Shuai, we haven't seen each other for five years."
, you didn’t even say hello to me when you came here, you just came here to watch the ball secretly.”
"Haha, I, Wang Hongli, know what's good and what's good. If people find it annoying, I won't cause trouble for you."
Tang Yaodong's master took off his brown glasses and laughed loudly. It turned out to be the famous football legend Wang Hongli, the originator of ten Liaoning football championships.
A few people talked and laughed for a while, and then the players entered the field.
Tang Yaodong pointed: "Master, there are two substitutions in the first high school. One is Ma Dong, who played in half the game and scored five goals. The other is the kid I told you about."
Wang Hongli clicked his lips and lit a cigarette: "It's indeed quite small. He doesn't look like a high school student."
The deputy director next to him added: "Yes, this little guy's name is Wang Ai. He is only ten years old this year. He went to junior high school and primary school for three years and then entered the first year of high school."
Wang Hongli glanced at the deputy director in surprise, and then at the field. He blinked and said nothing, but his energy was concentrated a hundred times. Tang Yaodong's expression remained unchanged, and he was extremely shocked.
In the smoke, Wang Hongli's dark face suddenly fluctuated with emotion. He pointed at the court and said, "Look, Xiao Tang! When the ball reaches his feet, the team's offense immediately changes. You see, this obviously speeds up, and the donkey cart becomes a
Became Santana. The opponent's players were still confused, eh, look at this, stop the ball, turn around, and break through!... It's fake, then break through... It's still fake, damn... eh, this time, it's real
Yes, it’s true, good, direct pass, good, single-handedly, yes.”
The court restarted, and Wang Hongli lit another cigarette. On the extremely noisy court, he approached Tang Yaodong and said, "Xiao Tang, have you noticed that the other day you told me that this high school team is a bit sneaky and you can't see through it?
Have you seen it through now? The key is this kid. The forward is just like that, playing at the A-B level. But that kid is really amazing. You see, he didn't score a goal, but he played a key role. He...
Okay, let’s continue watching first. By the way, do you bring a camera?”
Tang Yaodong shook his head in surprise, Wang Hongli slapped his thigh, and the deputy director quickly interjected: "Tie Shuai, we have a TV station here to record it."
"Then can you say no to them? Focus on recording the frontcourt of a high school. After recording, give me a copy. I plan to study it."
"Tie Shuai opened his mouth. Is this such a trivial matter such a big deal? It's absolutely necessary in the first place. I'm just going to say hello."
