World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 102 The World Cup Transaction

"Is the Chinese team so good?"

"It's really unexpected!"

The 1-0 score remained until halftime.

Looking at the Chinese players training on the court, a young man with an "embarrassed eyebrow" was amazed.

"I told you a long time ago that the Chinese team is a dark horse, you still don't believe it!"

Sitting next to the young man is the old and treacherous Santos.

At this moment, he is trying his best to sell the Chinese team to the young people around him.

"I know Jianlibao, I heard about it when I was in Sao Paulo!"

"But I thought it was just a normal Asian team."

"You know, in Brazil, there are many, many Asian players like this."

Santos quickly picked up the words: "But isn't this the only Asian team established in Brazil?"

"Yes, indeed it is."

"So, all of them are fluent in Portuguese, and you don't have any communication difficulties when you get there."

Santos continued to work harder, "What's more, they are about the same age as you, I think you should have a lot of common topics."

Santos' advocacy made young people very excited.

He couldn't play at the Brazilian club at all, so he could only come to Portugal to try his luck.

After arriving in Portugal, although he joined Benfica.

But on the second day, he was loaned to Arvica in Portugal by Benfica for one year.

Now that the contract expires, Benfica still does not plan to use him, and plans to loan him to Portugal B to play games.

Under such circumstances, the Brazilian boy who came to Europe to pan for gold was quickly spotted by old fritters like Santos and pulled to the World Cup.

"When I get to China, can I play?"

The guy who can play in the top league or not doesn't care.

He cares more about whether he can play or not.

Portugal B again, at any rate, did not leave the European League.

If he can make his mark in the Portuguese Cup, there is still hope to join the giants.

But when I came to China, where there was nothing to rely on thousands of miles away.

If he can't play football again, then this great youth will really be wasted.

"You have to have faith in yourself!"

Santos did not give the guy an accurate answer.

"Have you seen the head coach of the Chinese team?"

"He's your future coach."

"He is also very young, not yet 30 years old this year."

"Even a weak team like the Chinese team can make it to the quarter-finals. You will definitely learn a lot from him!"

"Maybe I can wear the Brazil team uniform and play for my country in the future!"

World Cup?

May I ask which Brazilian player does not want to achieve a five-star Brazil?

Santos's answer was irrelevant and successfully aroused the deepest desire in the young man's heart.

The temptation to play under a World Cup coach is too great.

"Okay, if it is really the Chinese coach who coaches, I can meet with him. But let me say in advance, if it is not for him, I will definitely not go to China."

"no problem!"

In just 15 minutes, Santos negotiated the "sale" in half.

Zeng Zheng told him that he wanted to find some young Portuguese-speaking players to join the team.

Although he knew that Zeng Zheng had no money.

so what?

The other business income promised by Zeng Zheng was not available to other brokers.

From this point of view, Santos can be regarded as an overseas partner of Zeng Zhengyi.

"Zeng Zeng, you must hold on, I bought your Chinese team for 3000 yuan!"

In the locker room, because of 1 goal lead.

The team members were in high spirits and excited one by one.

"Hey, mine, I didn't expect Nigeria to be weaker than South Africa!" Wei Qun and Wei Daxia opened his loud voice as soon as he entered the room.

"Who said that? The job at No. 10 is a thief! If Tie Zi hadn't been following him closely, he would have almost let him break in several times! Is it Tie Zi?" General Fan took credit for Li Tie.

"No. 10 Jay Okocha, nicknamed 'Asuka', he is the core of Nigeria's midfield." Zeng Zheng said with a smile on the side.

“I remember being in Frankfurt in 93”

"Yes, it's the one Yang Chen wants to transfer to."

"When playing against Karlsruhe in the league in 93, Okocha and his teammates played a fast break to the opponent's goal."

"Okocha could have hit the goal directly after receiving the kick from his teammates, but he knocked Kahn down twice in a row, and then shook three defenders who were returning to the defense one after another."

"After flashing the angle, separated by three people and a goalkeeper, directly scored the ball."

"Finally I heard that the goal was voted the best goal of the year in the Bundesliga!"

Upon hearing this, Ou Chuliang quickly asked: "Kahn? Which Kahn? The Bayern one?"

"That's right, it's the Bayern one!"

"Hiss~~~" The team members gasped.

Kahn who doesn't know?

Bundesliga champion, Bundesliga best goalkeeper.

It was such a person who was continuously teased by Okocha.

According to Zeng Zheng's description, when the camera showed Kahn, he was even embarrassed to raise his head.

"Then, what about the big bald No. 8? The one with the fastest speed, how about him, is he good?" Sun Jihai, who didn't get any advantage in the matchup, asked hastily.

"No. 8 Adeboiu, currently playing for Real Sociedad."

"Then, what about the thief who likes to insert the number 3 who assists?"

"Celestine Babayaro, playing for Chelsea in the Premier League."

"So what, the defense is not good or not, and we scored a goal!" Zhang Xiaorui shouted.

"That was Sun Jihai's sneak attack, and the other side had no defense at all!"

Zeng Zheng explained for Nigeria, "The No. 15 Oliseh is the absolute main force of Nigeria's African Cup champion and Olympic champion!"

"That's not right, Coach Zeng. Then how do I think Nigeria's shooting is so bad? Look at their kicks in the first half, either they seem to be retaliating against the society or they are in a hurry."

"These two forwards are also big-name players?"

"Ikpeba and Yekini played today, neither of them are Nigeria's main forwards."

"Ikepeba is now in Ligue 93 Monaco, and the veteran Yekini is the African Footballer of [-]."

"Neither of them are the main players in Nigeria, think about it."

"If they replace the main force in the second half, see if you still say that!"

The team members chattered around Zeng Zheng as they spoke to each other.

The last game of the group stage against the Jedi not only doubled their confidence, but also allowed many players to "accumulate" experience against African teams.

Tall, fast and dark, these are the advantages of African players;
Rough technique, lack of cooperation, easy to be impatient, their disadvantages are also obvious.

Recalling the experience of the past game and a half against African teams, many players who played for 135 minutes turned into storytelling actors, "talking nonsense".

But Zeng Zheng gradually shut up and handed over the "microphone" to the team members.

"Xiao Zeng, Xiao Zeng, come here!" Jin Chi and the two who had arranged for the substitutes to warm up waved at Zeng Zheng at the door.

"Coach Jin, Coach Chi, what's the matter?"

"Xiao Zeng, is Nigeria really that weak?"

With a "poof", Zeng Zheng laughed.

"When did I say Nigeria was weak? What did I just say?"

"But the more you say that, the more the players feel that they are not smart. If this continues, won't the players have to float?"

"Gone with the wind! At least they are happy now, aren't they?"

Zeng Zheng raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't care about the team members' "rivals in love".

"Xiao Zeng, then I don't understand. Since Nigeria is so strong, why haven't we even played today? Are they not as good as South Africa?"

Zeng Zheng shook his head, "That's not true."

"Nigeria's overall strength surpasses that of South Africa by how many grades!"

"Their weak performance today is entirely due to off-court reasons."

(End of this chapter)