Chapter 76: The first of the top ten football goals in the world, Jiang Yuan went to Longtan alone

"Jiang, I noticed that you seem to have a strong desire for football? Can you tell me what's going on?"

In the Porto first team office, head coach Lopetegui and Jiang Yuan sat opposite each other.

Jiang Yuan looked a little embarrassed: "Mr. Hu Lun, I don't know how to explain it to you. To put it simply, if I don't touch the football for a long time, I will feel uncomfortable."

Lopetegui blinked his eyes and said: "This question is a bit serious. Are you under too much pressure? Maybe you can give up the European Youth League and focus on the first team?"

Lopetegui is still very considerate. He suggested that Jiang Yuan give up the U19 game instead of giving up the first-team game. It can be said that he took Jiang Yuan's feelings very seriously.

Of course, the most fundamental reason for all this is that Jiang Yuan’s performance in the game was indeed good. No coach would give up such a talented and hardworking player.

"Mr. Hullen, I don't think it's necessary. I've had this problem for a while. Reducing my competition will only make my problem worse, not better."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yuan directly rejected Lopetegui's kindness.

"Jiang, I really can't understand you!"

Lopetegui sighed. He didn't know the existence of the system behind Jiang Yuan, so it was normal that he couldn't understand Jiang Yuan's behavior.

After all, sometimes Jiang Yuan himself couldn't understand himself. He was obviously exhausted and his muscles were aching, but he still had to keep working hard for the system's rewards.

People say that the more you can't get something, the more you desire it. Perhaps you had too many regrets in your past life.

Sometimes Jiang Yuan would feel that he and Casemiro were actually the same type of people, just with different expressions.

Lopetegui put a piece of gum in his mouth and gave Jiang Yuan his advice: "Jiang, I think you'd better see a psychologist. Our team's psychologist Ms. Bella is very good. Ms. Bella, you should know her, right?"

Jiang Yuan nodded. Bella is the team psychologist of Porto's first team. His usual job is to observe the players playing on the sidelines and give a psychological portrait of each player based on their performance in training and games.

Of course, the biggest role of a psychologist is to provide psychological counseling to players when the team suffers a losing streak, and to help some players who suffer from insomnia due to stress before major competitions.

A top team like Porto has a large number of psychologists, and Ms. Bella is one of the best.

"Mr. Hullen, I think I can handle this situation..."

Jiang Yuan is not very willing to accept psychological counseling, mainly because his problem has nothing to do with himself. Psychological counseling is very helpful for other players, but it may not have any effect on Jiang Yuan.

The biggest problem is that the system notes have already stated that any medicine is useless and the only solution is to hold the football.

"Jiang, every player I've met who refused psychological counseling thought they could handle the situation, but in the end their psychological counseling was very successful. I might as well tell you that when the team suffered three consecutive defeats at the start of last year, Casemiro, who was in a continuous slump, adjusted himself with the help of Ms. Bella. I think you should also try it, maybe it will have a good effect?"

"Well... in that case, Mr. Hullen, I will make an appointment for psychological counseling with Ms. Bella. Thank you very much for your advice!"

After saying that, Jiang Yuan stood up and prepared to leave, but was stopped by Lopetegui: "Jiang, yesterday's goal was really wonderful. You know, I never tell lies."

Jiang Yuan smiled at Lopetegui. The recognition from the head coach undoubtedly ignited the fire in his heart: "Thank you, Mr. Hu Lun..."

……

China, Jiang Province, Qingshan City, He Qiongshan, who had just finished paying New Year's greetings, turned on the TV at home and found a familiar channel.

"Welcome to watch the top ten goals of this year's World Football, top 10: Manchester United vs. Burnley in the 25th round of the Premier League this season, Van Persie scored a goal with a header in front of the goal"

"Top 9: In the 23rd round of Serie A this season, Cesena vs. Juventus, Pogba assisted, Morata scored in front of the goal"

"..."

“Top 2: Championship Round 32, Brighton vs. Birmingham, Joao Teixeira’s world goal”

"Next is the top 1 goals of this year's World Football!"

"In the quarter-finals of the UEFA Youth League, Real Madrid U19 vs. Porto U19, Jiang Yuan created a dragon pool and defeated Real Madrid U117 in the 19th minute"...

"call--"

He Qiongshan lay on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

At this time, He Qiongshan's 7-year-old daughter He Lingling came over, and He Qiongshan was so scared that he immediately put out the cigarette in his hand: "Lingling, why did you suddenly come to the hall? Cigarettes are not good for you!"

He Lingling walked to the TV, pointed at the screen and stretched out her arms to celebrate Jiang Yuan, and suddenly asked: "Dad, isn't this the student you always talk about? Is he very good?"

He Qiongshan smiled and said, "He's just average, mainly because your father taught him well. This kid has average talent, but he's willing to learn, so I'm willing to teach him."

"Dad, you're lying!"

But He Lingling pointed at He Qiongshan's nose and laughed.

"Ah? Why do you say that?"

He Qiongshan felt embarrassed as if his lie had been exposed.

"You often get up in the middle of the night to watch this boy's live broadcast of the game, and you always say things like 'good shot, good shot'. I know all this!"

Hearing this, He Qiongshan covered his eyes with his hands, and then he remembered that his little daughter had the habit of getting up to go to the toilet at night.

Then, He Qiongshan pursed his lips and said, "Lingling, you didn't tell your mother about this, did you?"

He Lingling quickly shook her head: "Of course not!"

"call--"

He Qiongshan breathed a sigh of relief. It would be terrible if his wife knew that he often stayed up late to watch football games.

That horrible woman will definitely blame her recent inability to make ends meet on staying up late to watch football.

He Qiongshan also had his own troubles. He had no energy, and it was useless to force it!

"Lingling, promise Dad that this is a secret between the two of us and you won't tell Mom, okay?"

He Qiongshan held his little daughter in his arms. At the same time, he picked up a White Rabbit milk candy from the coffee table, peeled off the wrapping paper with his own hands, and put it into He Lingling's little mouth.

"Well... okay, I won't tell mom."

He Lingling blinked her big eyes and promised He Qiongshan not to tell this to anyone.

However, she still had a question: "Dad, I often hear you say that Chinese people are not good at playing football. Then will this brother named Jiang Yuan become stronger? Can he become as strong as you, Dad?"

In He Lingling's eyes, her father He Qiongshan has always been the best football player in the world.

He Qiongshan picked up the remote control, replayed the scene of Jiang Yuan scoring a goal, and asked, "Lingling, what do you think of this goal?"

He Lingling watched it three times before she said, "I don't know how to play football, but I know this goal is amazing. Dad, he only needed one person to score the goal! The bearded uncle on the opposite side didn't even have time to react before the ball went in!"

The bearded uncle that He Lingling was talking about is naturally Real Madrid U19 goalkeeper Anli. Anli is not an uncle, he is only 18 years old, but compared with He Lingling, it is no problem to call him an uncle.

Hearing this, He Qiongshan smiled slightly and said meaningfully: "This is just the beginning..."

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(End of this chapter)