Chapter 668 Chen Hero in the National Team

Actually, although Chen Hero had never been selected for the national team, topics about him had always been the focus of discussion in the national team.

Everyone played football, and there was no dispute about who was the strongest player in China.

Even the most confident and arrogant person had to admit that Chen Hero was the most powerful active Chinese player.

Those "miracles" he created in European football were something they couldn't even imagine, let alone do.

Chen Hero could do it, and it seemed very easy and casual. They couldn't help but admire him.

So every time there was a national team match or training camp, everyone would always discuss Chen Hero's wonderful performance on the European arena.

So, although Chen Hero had never appeared in the national team, the national team was no stranger to him.

However, everyone's understanding of him was limited to his performance on the field. They didn't know much about what he was like off the field. There were many reports about him in the media, and some of them contradicted each other. Therefore, everyone didn't really know what kind of person Chen Hero was off the field.

When he came to report, he caused such a big commotion that everyone felt that he was a very big star, and probably not easy to get along with…

But they were all wrong.

After meeting him, they found that Chen Hero was very cheerful and lively, very enthusiastic and talkative, smiling and taking the initiative to greet and chat with new teammates they had only heard of but never seen.

It even gave these people the illusion—who is the old teammate of the national team? Why do we all feel that he is the senior, and we are the newcomers?

In fact, their feelings were almost correct. Chen Hero really didn't treat himself as a newcomer, with a feeling of trepidation and walking on thin ice. With his status in international football, with the scenes he had experienced, his confidence made it impossible for him to be constrained by a national team.

Of course, it's not to say that he deliberately showed these things in front of these players. It was completely natural. That's just who he is!

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After Chen Hero entered the national team, he was already considered very low-key. He either trained or rested in the dormitory every day. But unfortunately, his reputation was too great, and he couldn't be low-key even if he wanted to. The originally deserted Xianghe training base suddenly became a "popular tourist attraction" because of Chen Hero's appearance. Many fans from all over the country and reporters from all over the world came.

These people were all coming for Chen Hero. Others simply couldn't attract their interest.

Everyone paid close attention to Chen Hero's first national team match.

This was what could be seen. In places that everyone couldn't see, Chen Hero still couldn't be low-key.

After training every day, his dormitory was the most lively. Other teammates came to him one after another, just like envoys visiting the king. Chen Hero only needed to sit on the sofa in the room, without even having to lift his butt.

Although he didn't say any harsh words on the training ground, nor did he form cliques in the locker room, pulling in a group and attacking a group… He didn't do any of the things that the former national team bosses often did.

But imperceptibly, the people in the national team still consciously or unconsciously made him the center—everyone sat around him when eating, everyone followed him during training, Chen Hero's words were always the most in the locker room, and others mostly just listened. In fact, they couldn't find a chance to interject and show their presence, because Chen Hero was talking about his experiences playing football in Europe. There were players who had studied abroad in the national team, but none of them had his rich and legendary experience… Listening to Chen Hero's stories was like listening to stories.

This made Zhou Yonghua, the head coach of the national team, a little dissatisfied, because he felt that his authority in the team had declined.

The national team should follow his lead. How could they listen to Chen Hero?

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The friendly match against Vietnam was coming soon.

On the day of the match, the Workers' Stadium was crowded with fans from all over the country. They spoke with different accents, but they were all discussing the same person.

This was Chen Hero's first match for the Chinese national team.

Naturally, it attracted much attention.

Before the match, the media had already told everyone that Chen Hero would definitely start in this match. Everyone's expectations for this match reached their peak.

Red flags fluttered in the stands. Looking around, it was all five-star red flags.

When Chen Hero followed his teammates onto the field, he heard huge cheers from the stands.

This kind of cheering seemed to be louder, louder, and more heartfelt than when he had visited China as a Liverpool player…

He raised his head and looked at the stands.

Those fans with paint on their faces were roaring at him. He couldn't hear exactly what they were roaring because the scene was too noisy. But it didn't matter. He knew what they were roaring.

He looked at those excited, crazy, and even tearful Chinese fans in the stands. They, like him, had yellow skin, black hair and eyes, spoke the same language, used chopsticks to eat, not knives and forks, liked to eat Sichuan cuisine, Shandong cuisine, Cantonese cuisine, Henan cuisine… Chinese cuisine, born in this land, growing in this land, receiving the same education, similar ideas and experiences.

There was a word to describe it—compatriots.

We are compatriots.

I'm here to play for these people…

He slowly raised his hand.

Seeing Chen Hero raising his hand alone among the players who were walking, the fans were a little surprised, and the sound slowed down slightly.

All eyes were focused on Chen Hero. Everyone didn't know what he was going to do—this didn't look like a waving gesture.

The answer was revealed soon.

After Chen Hero raised his right hand high, he clenched it into a fist!

The Chinese fans were no stranger to this action!

After he raised his fist, an even louder cheer erupted from the entire stadium. The fans kept repeating Chen Hero's name like crazy.

It was as if all the fans in the entire stadium belonged to Chen Hero alone. They shouted Chen Hero's name. Apart from this sound, there was no other sound in the huge Workers' Stadium!

Everyone off the field couldn't help but look up at those crazy fans. Their eyes were full of surprise and fear.

Chen Hero didn't. He lowered his head and just raised his right fist high.

He didn't put it down until he walked onto the field.

But the cheers didn't disappear with his actions. They still echoed continuously in the sky above the Workers' Stadium.

"This is the charm of a hero! This is the appeal of a hero! A call to arms, and ten thousand respond!" He Ping, the commentator of CCTV, was very excited, and his voice was trembling.

A historic moment…

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Although it was very exciting at the beginning, after the match started, everyone quickly returned from the state of blood boiling to the cold reality.

This Chinese team, with Chen Hero, didn't seem to have improved qualitatively. It was exactly the same as before. The tactics were chaotic, and everyone didn't know what to do on the field. It couldn't be said that these players didn't fight. Chinese football had been scolded for so many years, and the fighting spirit on the field should have been scolded out. So they still fought, but… the players didn't know how to fight, and it was easy to be too anxious.

Chen Hero seemed very lonely in the frontcourt, lacking support.

And the Chinese team's defense made another mistake.

Letting the Vietnamese team, which insisted on playing small and fast, score a goal with a sneak attack in the first half of the game, taking the lead in the score.

The Chinese fans, who had been cheering for Chen Hero's every touch, were no longer happy at this time.

After a brief silence, the traditional program—"scolding the Football Association"—was staged in the stands again.

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When the goal was lost, Chen Hero was in the frontcourt—he didn't have the habit of returning to the penalty area to defend, so he witnessed the whole process of the goal.

He could only shake his head.

The team's defense was too poor, and the division of labor between the two central defenders was unclear. In theory, one person should rush to intercept, and the other should be responsible for covering behind, forming a strategic depth, so that the defense would not be penetrated by the opponent's long pass from midfield…

He never thought of being the savior of the Chinese team, or even Chinese football. This task was too difficult. With his understanding of Chinese football, he couldn't do it. But he could do one thing, that was to let the Chinese fans who were struggling and waiting in the dark temporarily enjoy some joy, even if it was short-lived, but they had it after all. Let them not be so painful and helpless while waiting for dawn.

He had to do something.

Head coach Zhou Yonghua's tactics were wrong. He decided to kick away the head coach and do it himself.

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Until the end of the first half, the Chinese team failed to equalize the score. Chen Hero, who was highly expected by people, was in a state of fighting alone on the field because he couldn't get effective support. And he didn't seem to be very adapted to playing with the Chinese team.

In short, his performance was difficult to be satisfactory.

However, there were no boos against him in the stands. Chinese fans gave Chen Hero enough patience. Perhaps it was because they felt that if even Chen Hero couldn't do it, they would have no hope. So in their hearts, they still had to reserve a hope for Chen Hero.

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Back in the locker room, the Chinese team's players looked very frustrated and anxious.

It was too shameful to be led by Vietnam in their home stadium.

What was Vietnam's level? What was China's level?

They all forgot that Vietnam and China had long been at the same level, and it was normal for anyone to win or lose…

Although this was a friendly match that didn't matter much, the Chinese team didn't want to lose to a team like Vietnam in their home stadium. Whether in terms of overall national strength or football, Chinese people had a sense of superiority over Vietnam.

If they lost to Vietnam, not to mention themselves, even the fans outside would not spare them.

Zhou Yonghua planned to say something to boost morale. He didn't expect that as soon as he opened his mouth, Chen Hero suddenly stood up and spoke before him.

"If you want to win this match, listen to me."

He said straight to the point.

Everyone looked up, looking at him in surprise.

Even Zhou Yonghua was taken aback, not knowing what this player was going to do, so he forgot to stop him.

"You gave me too few effective passes in the first half. They were always meaningless passes, which had no effect except to increase the ball possession rate! So if you want to win in the second half, you have to pass me more effective passes! Don't think that I'm facing away from the attacking direction and don't pass the ball to me. I'm not just good at headers. You don't always have to pull to the wing to pass the ball from the bottom. As long as you have the ball at your feet, you can pass the ball to me after attacking the frontcourt!" Chen Hero said, waving his fist.

"When I'm on the wing, you can also pass the ball to me, because that's still my shooting range! When I'm double-teamed in the penalty area, you can pass me the high ball. In the air, those shorties are no match for me!"

He spoke confidently and arrogantly, but unexpectedly, none of the dozen or so players in the Chinese national team interrupted him. They just looked up at Chen Hero in a daze.

"Your main task is not to lose the ball, and then pass the ball to me. No matter where it is, whether it's in the backcourt or in the frontcourt, you can pass the ball to me. Only if I have the ball can it fly into the opponent's goal. So if you still want to win, and don't want the Vietnamese to run wild on our heads, then you have to listen to me! Now, I'm done talking. Who agrees, who opposes?"

He asked, staring at everyone present.

For a time, the locker room was silent, and everyone looked at each other, not daring to speak.

Even Zhou Yonghua forgot that he was going to stop Chen Hero…

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ps, three chapters today, mainly because I feel that the previous two chapters haven't finished what I wanted to say, and three updates are considered complete.

In fact, Hero joined the national team not to let the Chinese national team win the championship. I will write about the Chinese team's plot here, and I will not write too much.

I just want to give the Chinese fans in the novel a little psychological comfort, just like I said in the book: For whom is this fist clenched?

Chen Hero's right fist was clenched for the Liverpool fans, and I want him to also clench it for his compatriots. He came back to satisfy his fans, it's that simple. There is no other meaning. So don't guess whether the Chinese team will kill everyone after Chen Hero is there. I just want to tell everyone that he is back, and then let the bitter Chinese fans have something to keep warm in the darkest time.

In addition, from the author's point of view… this book is coming to an end, and I have to find him more opportunities to score goals…

Finally, I haven't asked for monthly tickets for a long time, so let's shout, everyone can vote as you see fit, I will accept as much as you can vote!