Chapter 327 Syria's hanging heart finally died (National Team) (Monthly Ticket Plus)

"Come, Jiang Yuan, these are your clothes"

After completing a one-hour training task on the first day, Gao Hongbo personally handed the jersey to Jiang Yuan.

On the right chest is the sponsor Nike logo, and on the left chest is the national football team's dragon and phoenix emblem, with two eye-catching logos "CFA" and "China".

When the team set out for the Olympics in August, the national flag was posted here. However, in non-Olympic competitions, such as the Asian Cup and the World Cup, the Chinese Football Association, like other national football associations, is accustomed to using its own team emblem.

Then, right in the middle, the number "7" was very eye-catching, which surprised Jiang Yuan: "Coach Gao, isn't number 7 Brother Lei's?"

Hearing Jiang Yuan's words, Gao Hongbo laughed: "Knowing that you were coming, Wu Lei took the initiative to propose changing his number. He was already number 10 last month."

"Then I really have to thank Brother Lei."

Jiang Yuan turned the jersey over and saw the number "7" still on the back, but there was no player name on the back of this version of the national team jersey, which was a bit regrettable.

Gao Hongbo looked at Jiang Yuan with an indescribable fondness in his eyes: "Jiang Yuan, I remember this is your first time playing for the national football team, right?"

"Is such that"

Jiang Yuan held the jersey in front of himself and tried to measure it. It was size XL. Although he had never worn it, it should fit him well.

"By the way, there's also this"

As he spoke, Gao Hongbo handed Jiang Yuan a very small transparent plastic bag containing a fluorescent object.

It looked like a trivial gadget, but it made Jiang Yuan's pupils dilate violently.

?

Jiang Yuan did not take the item immediately, but looked at Gao Hongbo in front of him: "Is this what you meant?"

Jiang Yuan knew very well that Gao Hongbo was only an assistant coach, and who would wear the captain's armband would depend on what Li Yi said.

Gao Hongbo stuffed the armband into Jiang Yuan's hand and said, "This is what the Football Association wants. Don't refuse it, otherwise Coach Li and I will be criticized by the higher-ups. Of course, you will be the captain. This is the best way to deal with it at the moment."

Gao Hongbo was right. During the previous Olympic Games, Li Yi's only black spot was that he did not let Jiang Yuan be the captain. Just for this matter, Li Yi was criticized by fans on Dongqiudi and Tieba more than once.

Although Jiang Yuan is relatively young, in order to appease the fans, the Football Association decided to give the armband to Jiang Yuan.

hiss--

Jiang Yuan took a deep breath, rubbed the armband in his hands a few times, and finally stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

Jiang Yuan had an indescribable feeling in his heart as he was about to become the captain of the national team for the first time.

He wasn't sure whether it was pressure or responsibility.

……

Preparations are going very smoothly and the national football team has already arranged a flight from the capital to Xi'an.

On the evening of the 3rd, Li Yi was busy in the office. He glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was already past 11 o'clock in the evening. Normally, he should have been able to get off work at 6 o'clock, but Li Yi had insisted on staying in the office until now.

dong dong!

Gao Hongbo knocked on the door of Li Yi's office: "Coach Li"

After Li Yi took over the national football team, Gao Hongbo, the former head coach, has now become an assistant coach. Although Gao Hongbo is more than 10 years older than Li Yi, he is only Li Yi's "assistant" after all, so he still has to show respect.

"Well, Coach Gao!"

Li Yi looked very surprised: "Coach Gao, didn't I tell you not to worry about me? Why haven't you gone to bed yet?"

The two discussed the tactical issues against Syria until 8 o'clock in the evening, and then Li Yi asked Gao Hongbo to go back and rest.

Gao Hongbo was very cautious. Even the head coach Li Yi didn't take a rest, so how could he, the assistant, dare to take a rest?

"Coach Li, I think if there is anything, we can discuss it tomorrow. You don't have to be so busy every day."

Gao Hongbo took the initiative to come forward and pour tea for Li Yi, and noticed the information on the table.

It was still the same A4 papers as before. It was really strange. There was not much content in the tactics against Syria, and Gao Hongbo had already discussed it with Li Yi, but Li Yi still worked on it from 8 o'clock to 11 o'clock.

There was a ballpoint pen on the table, but there were no new notes on the paper. It was unclear whether Li Yi was thinking or doing something else.

"It's okay, Coach Gao, you can go back first, don't worry about me."

Li Yi drank the tea poured by Gao Hongbo. His face looked a little haggard, but Gao Hongbo could see a glimmer of hope in Li Yi's haggardness. At this moment, Li Yi was like a young entrepreneur who was physically and mentally exhausted from work but was confident that he had a promising future.

It felt a bit strange, but considering that Li Yi might be looking forward to leading the men's football team into the World Cup, Gao Hongbo didn't think much about it.

"Coach Li, I am also a member of the coaching staff. I should share the pressure with you."

Gao Hongbo wanted to stay. After all, it was really unreasonable to let Li Yi, the "head coach", work overtime alone.

Of course, Gao Hongbo would be even happier if Li Yi was willing to go back and rest.

The two pushed and shoved each other for about four or five minutes, and finally Gao Hongbo compromised and left.

Just after Gao Hongbo closed the door and left, Li Yi opened the drawer, took out two more documents, and started writing.

Neither of these two documents has a title, but they have one very obvious feature: they are both related to clubs. One of the documents belongs to Hebei China Fortune, and the other belongs to Wuhan Zall.

Obviously, Li Yi had to work overtime until late at night every day because of these two pieces of information.

At the same time, Li Yi's phone showed a missed call from 2 minutes ago. It was from Wang Wen, a senior executive of China Fortune Land Development. Li Yi and Wang Wen were previously in a superior-subordinate relationship, but in September this year, in order to become the head coach of the national team, Li Yi took the initiative to resign from his position as head coach of China Fortune Land Development.

It looked like we were saying goodbye, but that wasn't the case.

Li Yi called back and the other party answered instantly.

"Hello, Manager Wang, I was not able to answer the phone just now."

Although Li Yi did not answer the phone, Wang Wen on the other end did not complain about it, as if he had become accustomed to this situation.

"Li Yi, remember to send me the starting lineup for the next game so I can pass it on to Becerra."

Becerra is the current Brazilian head coach of China Fortune Land Development, but it might be more appropriate to call him a puppet coach.

Although he left the club, Li Yi still decided the starting lineup of Hebei China Fortune in the Chinese Super League.

After hearing Wang Wen's words, Li Yi opened the file belonging to China Fortune Land Development, which showed the starting lineup for the next game against SIPG.

Of course, the starting lineup is not entirely determined based on the players' strength, which is why Li Yi needs to work overtime.

After finishing the work, the two chatted briefly. Finally, Wang Wen changed the subject and his tone suddenly became serious: "You are now the head coach of the national football team, and you also have a certain status in the Football Association... You told me before that you would bring our club players to the national team. Is it convenient to handle it now? I already have the right person."

"..."

As soon as the Football Association announced the appointment of Li Yi as the head coach of the national team, Li Yi rushed to Hebei and had a series of discussions with Wang Wen.

Finally, the two sides proposed a "contract" worth 4500 million RMB, which stated that Li Yi was the coach of the China Fortune Club for three years with a total salary of 4500 million RMB, paid in one lump sum. The coaching coach meant that Li Yi only needed to work online and give the starting lineup for the next game, and he could get 4500 million RMB in one go.

It seems a bit outrageous, but this contract is just a cover to make the 4500 million yuan reasonable. Behind the contract, Li Yi needs to bring four players from China Fortune to the national team and even guarantee the playing time of several of them in order to seek benefits for the club.

"Manager Wang, don't be in a hurry. I have just become the head coach. If I bring four players from the club directly here, it will have a bad impact."

"Don't worry, Coach Li. I remember the club has already given you the money, right?"

Li Yi said lightly, "Don't be anxious," but China Fortune's 4500 million had already arrived a few days ago. If Li Yi doesn't do anything at this time, the old men on the club's board of directors will be panicked!

4500 million just for a coach, isn't this pure idiocy?

"Manager Wang, what you said is meaningless."

Li Yi turned defense into offense: "We are connected. Don't forget, in the last game of last season, in order to ensure our success in promotion to the Super League, it was me who asked Zheng Bin to contact Li Fei."

Wang Wen is a manager, but there is a big difference between a manager and a director. Generally speaking, everyone is an employee and has their own leverage. Li Yi is not at all weak.

In the last game against Shenzhen last season, China Fortune needed to draw or win to ensure promotion to the Super League. In order to accomplish this unprecedented "feat", the China Fortune Club spent a total of nearly 1400 million yuan.

Just as Li Yi said, he asked assistant coach Zheng Bin to contact Shenzhen team player Li Fei, and asked Li Fei to take 600 million to help take care of some key players.

“The money comes from the club.”

Wang Wen emphasized: "Your money is given by the club, you are just one of the countless links"

"Hey, Manager Wang, you misunderstood what I meant!"

Li Yi had a smile on his haggard face: "What I mean is, we are on the same line. The club and I will always be together. We both have leverage. You can trust me and I can trust you. It's still early before the World Cup, you know, I will arrange things. I will do my best to help the players and the Football Association."

China Fortune spent 4500 million to bring players to the national team, which seems to be a complete loss-making behavior, but it is not the case. The 4500 million was used to bring players to the national team on the one hand, and to build a good relationship with Li Yi, an "insider" of the Football Association on the other hand.

As a newly promoted team, if China Fortune wants to gain a foothold in the Chinese Super League, in addition to its own efforts, external help is of paramount importance.

"By the way, you should have no contact with Zhuo Er, right?"

Wang Wen suddenly asked a meaningful question. Li Yi frowned, then immediately relaxed: "Of course not, don't worry, China Fortune Land Development has kept me busy enough, haha."

"Haha, OK, Coach Li, I'll hang up now. I wish you success in the Asian qualifiers!"

……

At 10:6 p.m. on the afternoon of October 3, four hours before the match between the Chinese national football team and the Syrian national football team, a bus with the CFA logo slowly stopped in front of the hotel. Wu Lei ran up and grabbed a seat by the window on the right, then sat on the aisle side to protect the window seat inside.

Seeing Jiang Yuan coming from the front, Wu Lei immediately waved: "Brother Yuan, come, sit here, sit here!"

Since Wu Lei had invited him, Jiang Yuan would definitely sit over there. Apart from anything else, Wu Lei was quite considerate, because Jiang Yuan really liked to sit by the window, so that he could see the scenery outside more clearly.

"Ok, are you all here?"

Gao Hongbo followed Li Yi into the car, and then asked Feng Xiaoting to help count the number of people.

Logically speaking, this should be the captain's task, but Li Yi and Gao Hongbo decided not to bother Jiang Yuan with such trivial matters.

"Done!"

Feng Xiaoting raised his hand to signal, and Gao Hongbo told the driver that they could set off.

The hotel chosen by the national football team is specially designed and is less than 20 minutes' drive from the Xi'an Stadium. Overall it is very convenient.

"Fuck, I'm a little nervous..."

Jiang Yuan leaned back in his chair. The air conditioning in the car was very cold, so he wore a coat.

"what?"

Wu Lei seemed to have heard it wrong: "Brother Yuan, you said you were nervous, why are you nervous?"

"It's my first time playing in a national football match..."

After Jiang Yuan said this, Wu Lei seemed to remember that the captain sitting next to him was participating in the first-team match of the national football team for the first time, which was indeed a bit outrageous. However, since it happened to Jiang Yuan, it was normal.

“Is Syria strong?”

Jiang Yuan turned to look at Wu Lei. His expression was visibly nervous, which made Wu Lei almost laugh: "No, Brother Yuan, you are already playing in the Premier League, and you are still worried about whether Syria is strong?"

Zhang Linpeng in the back row was also trying to hold back his laughter. The Syrian coaching staff probably never thought in their entire lives that they could actually make Jiang Yuan nervous.

"Well, that's true..."

Jiang Yuan nodded.

"It's okay, Brother Yuan"

Zhang Yuning leaned on the back of the seat: "Just use a little strength and inspect their Syrian defense line and it will be done."

"That's absolutely not possible. You have to kick with all your strength."

"What if I don't play well and get scolded by the fans? I must play with all my strength"

Jiang Yuan said as a matter of course that this was his first game in the first team and he must treat it well!
"This……"

Zhang Yuning and Wu Lei looked at each other.

Judging from Jiang Yuan's expression, he probably will treat his national team debut with the same attitude as playing in the Champions League.

No one can blame this.

Bad luck to Syria!

……

There were huge crowds of people outside the Xi'an Stadium, most of whom were Chinese fans and media who came to support the game. Of course, there were also fans and media who came from as far away as Syria.

At this time, Assad, a reporter from the Syrian football newspaper, was reporting on the scene.

"Behind me now is the Xi'an Stadium in Shaanxi, China, where our Syrian national team will play against the Chinese national team in the third round of the Asian qualifiers."

"Before today's game, there was news that Chinese star Jiang had already arrived at the national team to report, but the reporting date was October 10rd, Beijing time, which is only three days away from the official game, so Jiang's chances of playing in this game are not high."

"From this point of view, we Syria can still win this game"

As Assad was speaking, a bus with the CFA logo slowly approached from a distance.

"Oh, the Chinese team's player bus has arrived. Let's go over and interview the home team players now!"

Assad and the photographer hurried towards the bus, preparing to conduct an in-depth interview and close-up of the Chinese team players, but halfway through the run, Assad stopped.

In the camera, Jiang Yuan was waving to the fans outside.

……

(End of this chapter)