Under Shui Junyi's repeated invitations, Zhang Guang simply said: "We have no foundation since childhood, and our health is not as good as his, and it is too difficult and extreme. Even he himself needs a lot of effort to maintain it. Like
When we hit the ball blindfolded, we really can’t feel it at all. It’s better to be barefoot. Wear shoes. Just touch it like that? You have to immediately judge where the football lands on your foot, how hard it is, and what angle it is. Then
Immediately determine the landing point, angle, and strength of the next football, and then you have to calculate where you should use your feet to catch it, as well as the strength and angle. We can't even take the first step, and we simply can't
Judging so many things, let alone calculating how to take the next step, and doing so continuously...the feet are not enough, and the brain is not enough."
"You said that even he had to work very hard to maintain it? It sounds like there is a story in it?"
"No, no, don't you think he is working hard? He practices every day."
Shui Junyi thought about it and decided to cheat: "Has he failed to maintain this skill?"
"You, how did you..." Zhang Guang looked shocked, and then he saw the face of Shui Junyi who had succeeded in his conspiracy and scolded: "You are so treacherous!"
The big reporter who succeeded in teasing an honest man was in a happy mood and patted Zhang Guang on the shoulder: "Uncovering secrets can enrich news reports. I think this matter is not harmful to him. Can you tell me?"
"Don't tell me unless he agrees."
"I am CCTV!" Shui Junyi emphasized.
After Shui Junyi specially ran over to "ask for instructions" and Wang Ai got approval, Zhang Guang finally reluctantly said: "Probably the year before last, when he first arrived in Munich, his skills did deteriorate for a while. The specific reason is unclear.
He himself said that he suddenly became like this after not practicing much for a while. Under normal circumstances, he can go down indefinitely. The only thing that limits him is physical strength or some accidents, such as a sudden gust of wind, and he can't see this situation.
Right? But he couldn't do it at that time. How many times, thirty, forty, or even twenty or thirty were dropped. At that time, he was in a very bad mood, and he thought of many ways to comfort himself. But according to my observation,
He never gave up chasing her back."
Zhang Guang was leaning against a big tree, facing the camera sideways, and the other half of the camera was left to Wang Ai, who was wandering around in the distance and not knowing what he was practicing: "After about three or four months, suddenly,
One day he got it back, and I remember he was very, very happy that day, and even treated us to a nice meal, which seemed to be Georgian cuisine."
"How did you get it back?"
"I don't know the specifics." Zhang Guang still chose to conceal it. He instinctively didn't want others to learn Wang Ai's stunts, unless they were Wang Ai's sons, so he said vaguely: "It's probably because of long-term merit.
With this foundation, we discovered it early.”
"Some time ago, some fans in China called for him to be awarded the title of King of Football. As his working partner, you can be said to be the closest observer. What do you think? Is it appropriate?"
Zhang Guang turned his face and looked at Shui Junyi, then looked at the camera, lowered his head and thought for a moment before shaking his head and said: "It's not appropriate. He is still young and his contribution is not that great. I think the Football Association is special about Chinese football this time."
The Mr. Award is enough. In fact, the contributions of many people are immeasurable, such as Director Gao. I heard that before he was 12 years old, he practiced by himself, in front of TV and with materials.
Director Gao led him on the right path and maintained his personality and characteristics. To this day, he is very grateful to Director Gao. He said that without Director Gao’s excavations, he would not be where he is today. He also said...
Anyway, it’s more like meeting the right person at the right time. This is just about cultivating and discovering players, there are other things, of course I can’t say.”
Seeing Shui Junyi nodding, Zhang Guang simply went further: "There is also Deputy Director Yan's leadership, training, protection, and Milu's bold use, etc. I think he is right not to use this title. Football is inherently collective.
Sports are inseparable from the joint efforts of everyone, and the joint efforts of many people inside and outside the team. A single tree cannot make a forest. The title of "Ball King" is too exclusive, which is not good."
"No?" Shui Junyi grasped one point keenly.
Zhang Guang burped and couldn't help but glare at Shui Junyi, who was suppressing a smile, but after careful consideration he still said cautiously: "For such a big matter, the leader can't be arbitrary, right? I called him to ask for his permission.
At that time, he was firmly opposed to the opinion. I remember his reason was... he didn’t want to talk about it anymore.”
"Say one more thing, say one more thing."
Zhang Guang secretly slapped himself, but he still had to do it publicly: "I remember what he said was, 'I'm good at everything now. The country and the people don't want anything from me. Why should I look for trouble?'
...Okay, okay, stop talking and say something else."
Just as he was talking, Wang Ai in the distance fell down without any warning. Everyone ran over quickly. Wang Ai got up and patted his butt. Shui Junyi hurriedly asked what was going on. Wang Ai pointed at the camera angrily:
"Aren't I nervous and distracted when such a big gun is pointed at me? It's your fault. I'll send the bill for the medicine to your news channel later."
"Easy to say, easy to say." Shui Junyi was overjoyed: "Do you have time to say a few words now?"
Wang Ai gasped and raised his wrist: "Don't we have a whole day? Let me finish practicing, there are still twenty minutes."
As Wang Ai put down the ball and prepared to start again, he suddenly pointed at Zhang Guang and said seriously: "Don't betray the organization's secrets!"
"Yes, leader!" Zhang Guang stood at attention and saluted with a smile.
"Captain? Where did this come from?" Shui Junyi asked when he returned to the side.
"Aren't you worried that your tape is not long enough?" Zhang Guang pointed at the camera.
"Now they are all digital. I brought ten memory cards." Shui Junyi said proudly.
Zhang Guang said helplessly: "There is nothing to this. In fact, there are many veterans among us, and he admires our People's Liberation Army very much. He has said more than once that his biggest regret in life is not being able to join the army, so we occasionally meet together.
I enjoy watching military movies and stuff. One time while chatting, he asked him what position in the army his level in the Football Association was. Who could tell? Anyway, he joked that it was probably at the regiment level. He was happy and asked us to take care of him.
He was just envious and secretly happy when he was called leader."
"Does he still have such a side?" Shui Junyi looked back at the camera in surprise, and the photographer gave a thumbs up to indicate that he had received it!
"He is also a young man, and he also has things he wants but cannot get." Zhang Guang disapproved with his hands behind his back.
