Chapter 309 Affiliated Youth Training School?

"Corner kick taken, pass it to the back post!"

"The Chinese team's penalty area is very chaotic now, Zhang Linpeng and Mi Haolun are both running back."

"Marquinhos gets the first point!"

"Header shot!"

"The ball is in!"

"Oh my god!!!"

"Brazil has extended the lead again!"

In the live broadcast room, the commentator's voice sounded and the score on the field became 4:1.

Marquinhos was very excited after scoring the goal. Although this was the fourth goal for the Brazilian team, it was also Marquinhos' first goal in this Olympics.

The first goal is still worth celebrating!
"hiss--"

Jiang Yuan took a deep breath, first looked at the Brazilian players celebrating at the corner flagpole, then turned his head and cast his gaze towards the stands.

In the away team's stands, the Chinese fans fell into deathly silence.

"Brother Yuan!"

Wu Lei ran over and patted Jiang Yuan on the shoulder. Jiang Yuan shook his head and hugged Wu Lei's shoulders: "It's okay, it's okay."

At this point, Jiang Yuan would not say anything like "there is still a chance". Everyone knew that with a score of 80:4 in just over 1 minutes, Brazil had already secured victory in the game.

It was for this reason that Jiang Yuan did not signal his teammates to kick the next ball quickly as he had done before.

Already lost!
In the visiting stands of the Havelange Stadium, the fans had dazed expressions and no one spoke.

Although everyone was mentally prepared for this score, it must have been painful to see China being eliminated by Brazil.

Especially for some die-hard fans, they really like China to beat Brazil in the Olympic Games and take this historic step.

It now appears that this historic step cannot be achieved today.

After leading by 3 goals, the director did not give any shots to Neymar and Marquinhos who had just scored, but instead gave close-ups of Jiang Yuan and Li Yi lasting dozens of seconds.

He knows exactly what the audience wants to see!
"Brother Yuan, it's okay, it's okay"

Liu Binbin ran over and hugged Jiang Yuan: "It's normal to lose to Brazil"

Liu Binbin is not good at comforting people, but he deliberately ran over to talk to Jiang Yuan at this time.

Because he could see that Jiang Yuan seemed about to cry!

call--

A breath of hot air came out of Jiang Yuan's mouth: "Brother Bin, I don't know how to face the fans later."

"Fuck, grass!"

Because of the successive victories in the previous games, everyone had high expectations for this National Olympic Team, but now they are eliminated in the semi-finals. This is a big blow to both the players and the fans.

"No, no, no!"

Liu Binbin put a hand on Jiang Yuan's shoulder: "You have done a good job. Don't blame yourself. Blame us! And, Brother Yuan, believe me, the fans will not scold us just because we lost this game."

Jiang Yuan closed his eyes tightly and signaled everyone to finish the next game first.

As for what Liu Binbin said, Jiang Yuan actually disagreed. After the Champions League match between Chelsea and Manchester City last season, the entire Chelsea team was scolded by the fans in the stands.

The knockout round is different from the points round. If you lose, you’re gone!

Jiang Yuan is ready to be criticized by the fans, but of course he still has to complete the rest of the game before that.

"Beep!"

The referee blew the whistle, and Liu Binbin passed the ball back to Mi Haolun. The fourth official raised the sign, and the Brazilian team made a substitution, with defenders Garcia and William replacing midfielder Augusto and Marquinhos, who had just scored a goal, respectively.

Two defenders were replaced by one midfielder and one defender. Vingada used up all the substitutions and was ready to defend the score until the end.

And he did it. In the remaining few minutes, the Chinese team launched several attacks against Brazil, but none of them were effective.

In the 87th minute, Jiang Yuan rushed into the penalty area and scored a goal, but unfortunately he was offside and the goal was ruled invalid.

When the 90th minute came, the fourth official raised the card again. This time it was not a substitution, but an extra time of 4 minutes.

For the Chinese team, there is not much they can do in the 4 minutes of injury time, but they still have to try their best to finish the game.

In the second minute of injury time, which was the 2nd minute of the game, the Chinese team got a counterattack opportunity thanks to Zhao Yuhao's interception in the backcourt.

"Watch out behind you!"

Zhao Yuhao called out, signaling Yang Kuo to pay attention to the player pressing behind him, and then made a short pass to Yang Kuo.

Yang Kuo handled the situation very cleanly. He flicked the ball to the side the moment he got the ball, and Zhang Linpeng, who rushed over, successfully got the ball.

"Give it to me!"

Wu Lei started from the right sideline and reached out to Zhang Linpeng for the ball. He had already run into an open crotch, and Zhang Linpeng passed the ball directly in front of Wu Lei.

"Zhang Linpeng's through ball and Wu Lei's control of the ball were quite good, there weren't any major problems."

"Because the Brazilian team was leading by a large margin, they chose an extreme defensive tactic. There were five defenders standing in the last row, almost covering the entire baseline."

"Wu Lei got the ball on the right, but he doesn't have any dribbling ability"

"The ball was passed back to Zhang Linpeng, who passed it to the left. His purpose was very clear, which was to pass it to Jiang Yuan."

"The game has reached the 93rd minute. Let's see if the Chinese team can catch up with one goal in the last minute."

despair!
A crisp sound was heard, and Jiang Yuan rubbed the ball with the arch of his foot and successfully stopped the ball at his feet. But after stopping the ball, he was in trouble. There were a bunch of people in green clothes in front of him, all of them were Brazilian players.

"here!"

Liu Binbin ran over to support, but Brazil obviously had a special way to deal with the road where Jiang Yuan was. Before Liu Binbin ran to the support position, a defensive player was already standing next to him.

Jiang Yuan had no choice but to play wall-to-wall with Shi Ke and run towards the baseline with the ball.

This was Jiang Yuan's anxious way of attacking. Now the right sideline of Brazil was full of defensive players. Even if Jiang Yuan rushed in with the ball, he would not be able to find any space.

"Left, sideways to me!"

Garcia, who had just come on the field, organized his teammates to carry out a defense against Jiang Yuan. Three Brazilian players surrounded Jiang Yuan, forcing the latter to retreat little by little towards the corner flagpole, and finally he took the ball out of the sideline.

Jiang Yuan looked unhappy as he heard the referee blow the whistle for the end of the game.

Brazil defeated China 4:1 at home. This was the result of the upper half semi-final. The Chinese team, which was generally not favored before the game, finally failed.

"With the referee's whistle, the game was decided. The Brazilian Olympic team advanced to the final, and his opponent will be the winner of the match between Japan and Germany."

"The Chinese team will enter the bronze medal match, and their next opponent will be the loser of the match between Japan and Germany."

"After losing the match against Brazil, I believe Chinese fans are quite frustrated, but what I want to say is... we always expect miracles, but miracles are not as easy to come true as we think."

"To be honest, the fact that the Chinese Olympic team has made it this far has exceeded the expectations of many fans."

"The good news is that the Chinese Olympic team still has a chance to compete for medals. In the bronze medal match three days later, I hope everyone can give the Chinese Olympic team more support!"

When He Wei said this, the screen in the live broadcast room changed. The director did not give the shot to the celebrating Brazilian players, but instead pointed the camera at Jiang Yuan.

At this time, Jiang Yuan's eyes were completely red.

In the stands on both sides of the player tunnel, Chinese fans were trying desperately to squeeze to the front. Jiang Yuan lowered his head and slowly walked towards the player tunnel under the escort of Li Shubin.

At this time, Jiang Yuan was ready to be scolded by the fans.

but……

"Jiang Yuan, it's okay! It's okay!"

"It doesn't matter if we lose, just keep working hard next time, making it to the top 4 is pretty good already!"

"come on! Come on!"

One of the girls, who was in her 20s, lay directly on the fence with tears in her eyes: "Xiao Jiang, don't cry, Xiao Jiang, don't cry, it's okay!"

call--

Jiang Yuan lowered his head and did not dare to look at the fans. Li Shubin and a team doctor helped Jiang Yuan clear the way, and the three of them returned to the player tunnel together.

At 2: Beijing time, the comment section of Dongqiudi had exploded.

[To be honest, it's a bit of a shame. I was actually looking forward to China beating Brazil. But it's a bit unrealistic. It's already pretty good to be able to play to this point. The Brazilian lineup in this Olympics is too outrageous.]

[Hey, who doesn't want China to win, but our accumulation is indeed not enough, and the depth of the lineup is basically not there. Except for Jiang Yuan, what are the others doing? ]

[Zhang Linpeng and Wang Dalei performed well, as did Liao Lisheng. The others are hard to describe. If Jiang Yuan came, China would have a chance.]

[One Jiang Yuan is already amazing enough, and you want two more? You might as well bring La Masia to China.]

[Fuck, did Xiao Jiang cry? His eyes seemed to be red in that shot just now]

[I seem to be crying. If it were me, I would cry too. Damn, you played so well but still lost in the end. Aren’t you upset? ]

[No, isn't the live broadcast room replaying the highlights right now? How did you see Jiang Yuan?]

[Watch the pirated version, there are shots of it in the overseas broadcast, but it is gone now]

[I must have really cried. Alas...if my teammates were stronger, I might have won the gold medal.]

[Didn’t He Wei say that? Don’t set your hopes too high. You all know what the Chinese Olympic team’s previous achievements were. Don’t think about reaching the top overnight.]

[I feel so sorry for Xiao Jiang...]

[Fuck, are there any brothers at the scene, please rush down and comfort them. Damn, it hurts my heart to see this!]

In the visiting team's locker room, the players were dejected.

Li Yi, Li Shubin, and other members of the National Olympic coaching team stood in the middle. They exchanged glances, and finally Li Yi stood up.

Snapped!
Li Yi clapped his hands first, then said: "This game, um... Actually, I think we have done pretty well. Brazil is a very strong opponent, and it is not shameful to lose to Brazil."

When Li Yi was speaking, only a few people were looking at him. Most of the players lowered their heads, and some of them even secretly glanced at Jiang Yuan.

At this time, Jiang Yuan curled up into a ball with his feet on the bench and his hands on his knees. Li Yi couldn't see Jiang Yuan's face, but he knew in his heart that Jiang Yuan must have been stunned.

This game illustrates a truth: football is a sport for 11 people. If the team as a whole is not good, a top athlete will not be able to move forward.

Seeing Jiang Yuan like this, the players of the National Olympic Team felt very guilty, but they didn't know what to say. As for the members of the coaching staff, they didn't know what to do.

"Cough cough!"

Li Yi coughed twice and continued what he hadn't finished saying: "Everyone performed very well today. We must look forward. There will be a bronze medal match the day after tomorrow."

"Lisheng, don't go out these two days. Just rest well in the dormitory. Coach Wang will give you a massage. You are so important to us."

Liao Lisheng didn't say anything, just looked into Li Yi's eyes and nodded. As a crucial part of the Chinese team's offense, his physical fitness level is very important.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that among the three midfielders of the Chinese team, only Liao Lisheng can cooperate with Jiang Yuan. The others either can't keep up with the rhythm or their passing is too poor. It can be said that Liao Lisheng's role in the Chinese team's attack line is second only to Jiang Yuan.

"As for the rest..."

Li Yi looked around and finally decided to give the players some time alone. As the head coach, he knew very well that what the players needed now was some time to think for themselves, not tactical summaries or something like that.

"That's it. Coach Shubin and I will go out for an interview. You guys stay in the locker room. We'll call you guys later."

Although they lost the game, the interview process still had to be done. Li Yi was very quick and took Li Shubin out after speaking.

However, just as he opened the door, Li Yi bumped into an unexpected person.

Junior Neymar.

"you……"

Because he played football in the Premier League, Li Yi can speak English, but not very well.

"I came here to look for Jiang. I thought he might need some... um, comfort?"

As Neymar spoke, he stood on tiptoe and secretly glanced at the situation in the Chinese locker room.

"Please come in"

Li Yi didn't expect Neymar to come to the Chinese team's locker room after the game. He did not refuse, but agreed readily.

Snapped!
After closing the wooden door, Neymar walked quietly in the locker room. The players of the Olympic team inside were surprised when they saw Neymar coming.

Zhang Yuning wanted to ask for an autograph, but was stopped by Wu Lei: "It's not appropriate now, wait a little longer"

Under the gaze of the National Olympic Team players, Neymar came to Jiang Yuan and Zhang Linpeng consciously made way for him.

"Hey, Jiang?"

Neymar sat down next to Jiang Yuan, who was also a little surprised when he saw Neymar: "Junior?"

"Well, I see you're not doing well."

The two talked in English. Remotely, Liu Binbin took out his mobile phone and took a few photos of Neymar and Jiang Yuan, which he could use to send tweets to the official account of the National Olympic Team.

Neymar handed Jiang Yuan a piece of paper and put Jiang Yuan's legs on the ground with his hands: "I'm not very good at comforting you, but... well, you played very well, there's no need to blame yourself"

Neymar was also telling the truth. In this game, Jiang Yuan faced the heavy defense of the Brazilian team, but still had the most shots on target and tied with Neymar for first place in the number of dribbles. This was already a very exaggerated performance.

call--

Jiang Yuan took a deep breath: "I don't blame myself, I just feel a little regretful. Well, Junior, thank you for coming, but please believe me, I can control my emotions, I just need some time"

Neymar is not the kind of person who cares about his teammates, but the two of them still chatted for quite a long time. Later, Jiang Yuan's expression returned to normal, but his tone was still lifeless.

About 10 minutes later, Li Yi, who had just finished the interview, walked in from the door and said, "Zhang Linpeng, and Liao Lisheng, you two go and accept the interview!"

Jiang Yuan raised his head and looked at Li Yi intently. Li Yi saw Jiang Yuan's confusion and explained, "Xinhua News Agency originally wanted to interview you, but they saw that you needed some time to adjust, so they told me that they could replace you with someone else."

"It's okay, I'll go"

Jiang Yuan reached out and picked up the coat in the closet, then patted Neymar on the back: "I said, I'm fine"

"Okay, then you and Zhang Linpeng go."

……

Walking out of the player tunnel wearing his coat, Jiang Yuan was surprised to find that although the game was lost, almost half of the more than 1 Chinese fans at the scene still remained in the stadium.

When they saw Jiang Yuan coming out, the fans immediately gave him applause.

"Jiang Yuan, awesome!"

"Don't be sad, you've done a great job!" "Come on China! Come on Jiang Yuan!"

Sss.

Jiang Yuan sniffed twice and walked skillfully in front of Peng Xiaoyu.

"Jiang Yuan, regarding the loss of this game..."

Before Peng Xiaoyu could finish his words, Jiang Yuan had already answered: "I didn't perform well and the team lost the game, that's it."

"No, no, no!"

Zhang Linpeng grabbed the microphone from Jiang Yuan's mouth and said, "This is not Brother Yuan's problem. As the captain, I should be responsible for this."

"In many aspects, mainly in passing and controlling the ball, there is still a lot of gap between us and Brazil, which is the reason for our loss."

The fans in the stands heard what Jiang Yuan had just said and shouted things like “Don’t blame yourself” and “Don’t be sad”.

To be honest, Jiang Yuan's first reaction when he heard the fans' support was to be touched. He didn't expect that no one scolded him. It was really a surprise.

With Neymar's conversation and the players' comfort, Jiang Yuan felt much better.

Peng Xiaoyu was also very understanding. He noticed that the Olympic players were in low spirits, so he didn't ask about the game anymore: "Zhang Linpeng, and Jiang Yuan, your opponent in the next game will be decided between Japan and Germany. From your players' perspective, which team do you prefer to play against?"

Zhang Linpeng was about to take the microphone, but Jiang Yuan got there first.

"Brother Yuan..."

Zhang Linpeng was a little worried, but Jiang Yuan gave him a thumbs up, indicating that he had recovered.

"Theoretically, Japan has a greater chance of losing, and I would prefer to play against Japan."

Peng Xiaoyu nodded: "However, Japan's Olympic coach Moriyasu Ichi said in a pre-match interview that they have great confidence in defeating Germany."

Jiang Yuan took the microphone directly: "What he said doesn't count"

……

CCTV1: At 8:19 am on August 2th, Beijing time, in the semi-final of the men's football event at the Rio Olympics, the Brazilian team, playing at home, defeated the Chinese team 4:1 and advanced to the final. The defeated Chinese team will participate in the bronze medal battle. CCTV reporters reported that after the game, the camera found that the Chinese player Jiang Yuan was in a low mood. More than 7000 players stayed in the stadium after the game to comfort and guide the player.

Wonderful comment from the football expert: Even though you cried, you are a real man!

The front page headline of "Germany Forward" - The German Olympic team swept the Japanese Olympic team 5:0 and will compete with the Brazilian Olympic team for the gold medal in 3 days.

"(サッカーマガジンZONE) Japanese Football" magazine - The battle between the Imperial Samurai and the Eastern Dragon, against the biggest dark horse of this Olympics, can the Imperial National Olympic team win its first Olympic medal?

Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe: Football is a very important sport in Japan. The bronze medal match at the Rio Olympics is the highest level competition among young Asian players. I believe that the children of the empire will bring medals back to their homeland.

The second headline on the front page of Metro: Tottenham Hotspur star Son Heung-min was eliminated from the Olympics early. He arrived at the airport yesterday and rejected fans' requests for photos.

Weibo Hot Search No.1——Neymar comforts Jiang Yuan after the game
Weibo hot search No.1——Men’s football bronze medal, the battle between China and Japan!
Leisu: China (home): Japan (away)

Royal*: Home win 1.90, Away win 2.32
Australia*: Home win 1.75, Away win 2.51
……

After losing the game, Jiang Yuan came to the Olympic Park alone to relax. This place had been bombed by terrorists two weeks ago, and some places had not been repaired yet. But it didn't matter, because Jiang Yuan didn't come here to play after all.

Jiang Yuan sat in a chair and browsed his phone. He read the comments on Instagram and the comments on the football website Dongqiudi. All the fans were cheering for the Chinese team. This was the best consolation for Jiang Yuan after the loss.

Jiang Yuan had just accepted a post-match interview with a Xinhua News Agency reporter a few hours ago. At that time, he was determined to turn the frustration of losing into strength for the next game.

Playing against Japan in the bronze medal match was good news for the Chinese team, but Fu Bo had said before that the Japanese team's passing and controlling style of play was somewhat restraining for the Chinese team. There was no other way, they had to play.

During the U23 Asian Cup, the Chinese Olympic team massacred the Japanese Olympic team, but as Moriyasu Kazuo said in an interview with reporters, after the addition of several strong players, the Japanese Olympic team is now completely different from the past.

Asano Takuma, who just transferred to Arsenal, Salzburg Red Bull attacker Minamino Takumi, and Koroki Shinzo and Endo Wataru from J-League giants Urawa Red Diamonds. Although the total value of the Japanese Olympic team's starting lineup is less than one-third of Jiang Yuan's personal value, it is undeniable that this Japanese Olympic team is a very strong team.

"Hey, Jiang!"

At the far end, Sean came over with shopping bags. According to the agreement, 8 o'clock in the evening was his working time. Sean was about to go to Jiang Yuan's dormitory, but he unexpectedly met Jiang Yuan on the way.

"Sean"

Jiang Yuan walked over and high-fived him, then rummaged through Sean's shopping bag and found a bottle of Yakult. He didn't bother to be polite with Sean, he tore open the package and started drinking directly.

Sean put the things he just bought on the table in the park. Because of the Olympic Games, all the tables in the park were spray-painted with the five Olympic rings. With the street lights, the visual effect looked very good.

"Jiang, I think you can talk to me."

Sean looked into Jiang Yuan's eyes and tried to make eye contact with him: "I studied for a master's degree in sports rehabilitation and sports medicine at Cambridge University, and I also minored in sports psychology. If you are willing to talk to me, I believe you will be able to get help."

“I’m fine now.”

After Jiang Yuan finished drinking the Yakult, he stood up and threw the empty shell in his hand into the air. Then he kicked the bottle directly into the trash can 10 meters away, leaving Sean stunned.

"That's amazing. However, I think the better the athlete, the more he needs the help of a psychologist."

Sean said so, and it was obvious that he really wanted to help Jiang Yuan. After all, this trip to Rio was brought to him by Jiang Yuan.

“Is that why you’re minoring in psychology?”

Jiang Yuan sat back on the stool and found another baguette in Sean's shopping bag, but did not take it out to eat.

“It’s sports psychology”

Sean corrected: "My dream when I was a child was to become a Premier League player. I participated in Northampton's youth training, but I was eliminated when I was 9 years old. But I didn't want to give up, and then this is it..."

Sean pointed at himself with both hands. Because of his fanatical love for professional football, he embarked on the path of sports rehabilitation. He obtained a master's degree in sports rehabilitation from Cambridge University, which is an absolutely hard-earned skill.

"I think I'm pretty good and I should be ready for the next game."

Jiang Yuan gave a thumbs up, and Sean rolled his eyes and continued, "You need to get rid of the influence of the previous game as much as possible, so as to ensure that you can perform at your best in the game the day after tomorrow. I think the best thing for you is to forget your current achievements and assume that you have nothing. If you have nothing, you will not feel pressured."

Just now Jiang Yuan said that he was ready for the next game, but Sean could see that Jiang Yuan was lying, because when he gave the thumbs up, the remaining four fingers on his right hand were loose, which showed a lack of determination.

If you want to win the bronze medal, you can't do it without determination!
"Don't set your expectations too high. Just assume that the bronze medal is your goal for this Olympics, and that's all."

Sean's phone vibrated, but he ignored it: "Japan is definitely easier to play against than Germany, you have a great chance. Go back, you played for almost 100 minutes today, if you don't relax your muscles well, you will easily get injured."

Just then, Jiang Yuan's cell phone rang. He took it out and saw that it was Wu Lei calling.

"what happened?"

Seeing Jiang Yuan hang up the phone, Sean asked.

Jiang Yuan shrugged: "We have to go back. Doping inspection is underway. All men's football players must undergo inspection."

"Didn't you just take a test before the game this morning? I remember you also took a urine test after the game, right?"

Sean frowned. Since he arrived in Brazil, Jiang Yuan has undergone at least five urine tests, and the results are still negative.

"Who knows!"

Jiang Yuan stood up and patted his butt. This doping control team was indeed a bit annoying, but Jiang Yuan still did not resist.

Because he knew that these testing teams were just following orders and that the IOC was the real controller behind the scenes, so there was no need to make things difficult for these testing personnel.

Just test it.

correct!

Jiang Yuan remembered something and took Sean to the vending machine nearby to buy a bottle of water.

"What are you doing?"

Sean's eyes widened. "Oh my god, you didn't really take drugs, did you? Let me guess, you can run so fast, did you take EPO? (Erythropoietin, a stimulant that enhances athletes' endurance)"

Jiang Yuan rolled his eyes at Xiao En and said, "Don't overthink it. I'm just afraid that I won't be able to pee later. I didn't pee much this morning, so I waited in the room for more than 20 minutes."

……

This defeat was a heavy blow to Jiang Yuan. On the afternoon of the next day, Jiang Yuan called Wang Hongming, the principal of Yuan China.

In fact, Jiang Yuan has already graduated from Qingshan Middle School. This phone call is a bit nonsensical, but Jiang Yuan came with other purposes.

After receiving Jiang Yuan's call, Wang Hongming, who was preparing for the new student registration, immediately made time. After a brief greeting, Jiang Yuan stated the purpose of his visit.

"Principal Wang, when I went back to teach, I saw that there were five more football fields in the school, but they were only used by the football team during afternoon training. Is that right?"

"Hmm? That's right. Do you need to borrow the school's space? That's no problem at all. Xiaoyuan, you must remember that Qingshan Middle School will always be your home. Welcome back!"

Wang Hongming was very polite. A graduate like Jiang Yuan must be an honorary alumnus when he returns to school!
"No, no, what I mean is that the school is expanding recently, and I want to use the school to build a base, similar to a football youth training school, attached to Qingshan Middle School. Then you can go to the whole country to recruit students."

Jiang Yuan's words suddenly made Wang Hongming's expression serious: "You mean, you want to set up a football training camp in our school? What age range?"

"5-13 years old, this age range is OK, enrollment is nationwide"

Because he had dealt with Wang Hongming several times before, Jiang Yuan knew that this guy could still get things done: "The youth training school is private, but I want to tie it to a public middle school, and students can study at Qingshan Middle School. That's about it. We'll talk about the details later. I just want to ask for your opinion."

"I personally definitely agree with it. It will be good for our school. However, your age range is between 5 and 13, which does not match the age of high school students..."

Wang Hongming's worries are not unreasonable. If you want to register your student at Qingshan Middle School, you should at least be of the appropriate age.

"Hmm... I have an idea"

Jiang Yuan paused for a moment, then slowly said, "Principal Wang, can you help me contact the principals of the elementary and high schools? Qingshan No. 1 Elementary School and Qingshan No. 1 Junior High School will do."

"You want a helicopter?"

Wang Hongming is indeed the principal of a key middle school. He immediately understood what Jiang Yuan meant. This method of free admission from primary school to junior high school and vice versa can reduce the academic pressure on young athletes, but there is also a problem...

"If we avoid the high school entrance exam, the number of students in our school will drop significantly..."

"I only need 30 places, 30 places a year, to register as a student, and to be recommended from elementary school to high school."

Jiang Yuan's words made Wang Hongming a little stunned: "If they are students with sports expertise, we can just enroll them normally. Our school's football team is one of the best in the country. You know, we just won the national championship, and... many people were admitted to 985 universities."

'It's not enough'

Jiang Yuan interrupted Wang Hongming: "The level is far from enough. I went to watch the game. Let me put it this way. The people trained by our school are almost at the level of the college league. It is difficult for them to play in the China League One. Do you understand what I mean? I want to train top players. It is not feasible to train ordinary sports students. We only train for 2 hours every afternoon after class. With such a short training time, we can't develop any sense of the ball."

Normally, students with football expertise in primary and junior high schools only start their training after the third class in the afternoon, and the training lasts no more than 2 hours.

The rest of the time, we are in the classroom with ordinary students, or we take cultural classes together in the sports class.

As someone who has experienced it personally, Jiang Yuan knows that even if a player is particularly talented, at the age of teens, two hours of training a day will not produce anything.

In order to prepare for the middle school entrance examination and the college entrance examination, students with football expertise spend too much unnecessary time on academic subjects.

The purpose of this direct promotion is to help youth training players avoid the high school entrance examination and directly obtain admission notices from the province's top key high schools.

"Let me state here that we are willing to establish a youth training base in the school. But I have some problems that need to be solved."

No matter what the proposal is, Wang Hongming must first hold on to the big tree of Jiang Yuan. In the end, no matter how strong the wind is, as long as the big tree is there, there will be no problem.

"Just say it."

Jiang Yuan was quite frank. He had only proposed a draft in order to select the youth players during the summer vacation in China. As for how to train them later, he would have to wait until the offseason to make detailed arrangements.

Wang Hongming took a sip of tea and began to say: "Let me first tell you about the recruitment direction of our school's football specialty students. First, junior high school, and then professional football school. With the reputation of Qingshan Middle School, we can recruit many talented children."

“I think this is a good thing to do, but there are contradictions.”

Jiang Yuan first gave his evaluation, and then pointed out the problem: "Principal Wang, many people want to play professional football, but they also have dreams of going to high school or college. As a result, you can see that even if they are admitted to a 985211 school, they can't play professionally in the end. In the end, they graduate and become physical education teachers, or become third-level or second-level football coaches. Their dreams are shattered. What's the point?"

"You know, key high schools and key universities are traps for professional football. The key point of key schools is the focus on academic subjects, not how good the football coaches are. You go to school, study academic subjects, sleep in the morning, train for 2 hours in the afternoon, and there are no games to play. Then you just keep playing badly. It's useless no matter how talented you are, right?"

"..."

Jiang Yuan's words silenced Wang Hongming on the other end of the phone: "Then why do you still want to do this kind of direct promotion from primary school to junior high school..."

"What I mean is that they will be enrolled in school, but they will only have two hours of study time a day, and the rest of the time will be spent on the training ground. The most obvious difference between this and the training in football schools is that they have the enrollment of key middle schools, and parents will like this. For those talented players who are shortlisted, we tell their parents that if you let them play football, we will send them to the top three high schools in the province."

"This……"

Wang Hongming spoke less and less, because from Jiang Yuan's narration, he gradually realized one thing...

That is, the idea of ​​an affiliated football youth training base is indeed feasible!
However, Jiang Yuan hadn't finished his words yet: "When those players reach the age, just put them up there and let them participate in the U series competitions under the name of Qingshan Middle School. If there is an opportunity, just go up there and play professionally. There is no age limit for these competitions in the China League One and China League Two. After all, it's a school affiliated with Qingshan Middle School, you can just put on the Qingshan Middle School emblem and play there."

"I will inform the principals of the primary and junior high schools."

Wang Hongming also made a decision. No matter what, he had to try this thing to know.

"Then hurry up and convince them as much as possible."

"No, Jiang Yuan, you misunderstood me. I informed them directly. The only problem is... we need to talk to the Education Bureau. This requires a special policy to promote it, otherwise someone will complain that we are not enrolling students in compliance with regulations. It is this negotiation... that is indeed a bit difficult."

What Wang Hongming said was right. At least the city’s Education Bureau had to be dealt with. But dealing with just a city’s Education Bureau was not so easy.

"Just tell me what I want to do."

"That's no problem. I'll start processing it now and try to enroll the first wave of students next year."

Wang Hongming had a smile on his face. As a football fan, he was already looking forward to seeing his school's name appear on the China League One standings.

Jiang Yuan was still a little dissatisfied with this: "Next year, why next year?"

"We need to get funding from the Education Bureau and the Sports Bureau, which takes time."

"I will give you the money. Just count it on me. After all, it's a private school, so there has to be some investment."

"It's not a question of giving money or not, we need education..."

"I will give you 1000 million RMB every year"

"Cough cough!"

Wang Hongming coughed twice and said, "Student Jiang Yuan, I will go find the construction team later. Also, send some people over to conduct a nationwide selection. We will see if we can complete the enrollment before the start of school in September."

"Just let Mr. He and Mr. Luo take charge. I will also ask a few coaches from the National Olympic Team to help."

Jiang Yuan was a little tired after talking for so long: "International phone charges, we'll talk about the details next time."

After saying that, Jiang Yuan hung up the phone. On the bed next to him was Wu Lei's shocked look: "Fuck, Brother Yuan, are you serious? 1000 million a year, this f*cking money-eating beast!"

"You can't play football without money. You have to find a way to deal with all aspects. I calculated that 1000 million euros is a good amount."

Wu Lei sincerely admires Jiang Yuan: "What about those parents? Many parents do not agree with their children practicing football"

"They want their children to study, just for the sake of stability. No one in their family has ever taken this path, so they don't dare to go down this path. If we can give them a guarantee that they can get a well-paid job even if they don't get into college, then they won't resist. If you were in their place, would you refuse?"

"Too!"

Wu Lei nodded: "But... this is 1000 million. Don't you feel bad if you take out 1000 million every year?"

"It is better to use the money to save Chinese football than to keep it in a bank account and earn interest"

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