Chapter 1 The Team's Problems

At the end of the first half, the Chinese team was still trailing the Dutch team 1:2. This was a normal reflection of the difference in strength between the two sides, but some people just felt uncomfortable.

Xiang Tao threw his shin guards on the ground, attracting everyone's attention.

"Damn it! That little brat! I..." He couldn't finish his sentence because he didn't know what to say. He could only blame himself for being broken through twice.

Unable to curse, his heart was naturally full of frustration. Xiang Tao had no choice but to sit down and mutter to the shin guards on the ground, but no one could understand what he was saying.

The locker room was noisy, and many people were still discussing the two goals conceded in the first half.

"I don't understand the second goal the most. Why could Robben receive the ball in that position, and there was only Wang Hui beside him?" An Ke muttered dissatisfiedly. "The first goal was even more undeserved! In short, we shouldn't have conceded a goal in the first half, but now we're 1:2 behind. Even if we're playing an attacking game, we shouldn't concede goals so inexplicably..."

His mutterings were naturally understood by the defenders as accusations against them, and they all felt uncomfortable.

Qiu Suhui and Hu Li didn't rush into the room. They stood at the door, listening to the noise inside and discussing.

"Listen to the sound inside, it's like a vegetable market." Qiu Suhui knocked on the wall. "It seems that everyone's thoughts are not unified. The forwards want to score goals, and the defenders and goalkeepers don't want to concede goals. Lao Hu, do you think we should make some adjustments?"

"Adjust what? How to adjust?" Hu Li shrugged. After staying with Qiu Suhui for a long time, he had also learned some of Qiu Suhui's European ways. "I don't think it's useful for you to make any adjustments on the tactical level now. If the strategy is not right, nothing will work."

"But I don't have time to resolve the conflicts between them now."

"Then everything remains the same. Just expose the ugliness and let everyone see it. Let the players be ashamed of what they have done."

Qiu Suhui looked at Hu Li in surprise, then grinned. "Lao Hu, when did you become so radical?"

Hu Li smiled and said, "It's not that I'm radical. Don't you think the current situation of the national team is very similar to the situation in China? Chen Wei has been promoting professional reform in China for a year and a half, but the progress is slow, the results are minimal, and the resistance is heavy. Why? Isn't it because those conservatives are causing trouble?"

Qiu Suhui listened to Hu Li's words, thought for a while, and then said, "Okay, I know what to do." Then he pushed the door and entered.

As he and Hu Li appeared at the door, the locker room suddenly became quiet.

Qiu Suhui recalled what Hu Li had just said and smiled bitterly in his heart. On the surface, he, the head coach, was very authoritative, but in reality, how many of these people truly believed in him, obeyed him, and had no doubts about his every order?

He scanned the room and found that Xiang Tao was sulking at the shin guards on the floor. He knew that this meant that the kid was still salvageable. He must be very upset because he was broken through twice by someone who was four years younger than him, and both times resulted in goals. Qiu Suhui didn't watch the TV broadcast, but he could guess that the commentators in China must be using Xiang Tao as a negative example, and many viewers would think that Xiang Tao had completely screwed up this game, and that his two seasons in Belgium were a waste, and that he hadn't made any progress at all... and so on.

All kinds of guesses, doubts, and even criticisms were growing in people's hearts, just waiting for the Chinese team to lose to the Netherlands in this game, and then the people with sharpened teeth would swarm up. Xiang Tao must also be very clear about his current situation. He was impulsive, but he wasn't stupid.

For people like Xiang Tao, one-sided criticism and praise were useless. What was needed was a "carrot and stick policy" of first teaching a lesson and then motivating.

Xiang Tao wouldn't let him worry too much, so he would put this problem aside for now. He had to tell those damn kids what they should do in the second half.

"We'll continue to attack in the second half." His first sentence surprised everyone. "Stick to the wing tactics. No matter how they adjust, the wings are their biggest weakness."

An Ke boldly raised his objection: "Qiu, we're already 1:2 behind, and the other side is obviously stronger than us."

"Do you think we can avoid losing if we play defensive counterattack? With the current defense, do you think it's possible?" Qiu Suhui's face turned frosty when he mentioned the defense. His words were indirectly scolding the defenders for being incompetent.

"We'll continue to play attacking football in the second half! Losing one goal is losing, and losing four goals is also losing. Don't think about defense, even if you do, it won't work."

Qiu Suhui almost completely belittled the Chinese team's defense, which made Zhang Jun a little worried. The team's atmosphere was already abnormal, and An Ke, the big mouth, would definitely offend some people on the field. Now that Qiu was saying this, it was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire.

Zhang Jun didn't know that Qiu Suhui wanted to add fuel to the fire and intensify the team's conflicts. The current situation of the national team was like this: the old players couldn't stand the new players, and they also knew that the new players were unhappy with them. Similarly, the new players felt the same way. But they only scolded each other in private, feeling unhappy, but never expressing it in public. Especially the old players, who had been soaking in the Chinese football melting pot for so many years, were very shrewd.

If they didn't express it in public, if it wasn't exposed, he, the head coach, wouldn't have any reason to forcibly resolve the conflicts. What he had to do now was like someone standing on the edge of a cliff. He wouldn't go up and pull him, but push him again. Let them expose these contradictions to the world themselves.

How dirty their inner world must be to keep such messy things in their hearts!

After letting the players enter the field, Qiu Suhui stopped Xiang Tao: "You stay."

Xiang Tao stood at the door, and he could still see someone looking at him with a gloating expression.

"I know you were very upset in the first half, weren't you?" Qiu Suhui looked at Xiang Tao with a smile, but Xiang Tao felt a little apprehensive. He hesitated and nodded.

"Well, to be honest, I think you played very badly in the first half, very badly, extremely badly, it was simply unbearable!" Qiu Suhui said with a straight face, but Xiang Tao said with a bitter face: "Qiu, don't joke around."

Sure enough, Qiu Suhui put away his stiff expression and said with a smile: "To be honest, the two breakthroughs in the first half were caused by your underestimation of the enemy. I never thought that your strength was inferior to his. Although he has speed, you have a body. Do you know what I mean? You have a body, you have strength, and you have a rough style – I'm not criticizing you, I'm actually praising you – you don't need to compete with that little guy in terms of technique at all. Use the most direct method to take him down. That kid's body is very thin..."

As Qiu Suhui said each sentence, the light in Xiang Tao's eyes grew brighter, and he looked excited and eager.

"Do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand! Hehe!" Compared to his previous listlessness, Xiang Tao now looked like a different person.

"If you understand, get on the field quickly!" Qiu Suhui slapped Xiang Tao on the butt like he was driving a horse. Xiang Tao trotted out happily, but he was stopped by Qiu Suhui again as soon as he got to the door: "Wait a minute."

Xiang Tao stopped. He turned his head and looked at Qiu Suhui: "What else is the matter, Qiu?"

"Don't give me too many fouls! I don't want you to be sent off for fouls."

Xiang Tao smiled embarrassedly, which was the awkwardness of having his thoughts seen through.

"Okay, remember my words, go on the field." Qiu Suhui waved his hand.

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The Chinese team that re-entered the field did not show any amazing momentum or anything different from the first half. They were still the same in terms of offense, and everything was still the same in terms of defense. There was still no tacit understanding.

It wasn't that these people didn't want to play well, but they simply hadn't practiced defense much. Their individual efforts could only make the whole situation more chaotic.

Basten was very puzzled by this. Even a football novice could see the chaos in the Chinese team's defense after the start of the second half. But why was Qiu Suhui indifferent? Didn't he make any adjustments during the half-time break?

Basten couldn't figure out what Qiu Suhui was thinking, but even if he did, what use would it be to him? Anyway, the Chinese team's defense was in chaos now. How could he not take advantage of it?

He waved his hand and ordered the Dutch team to press forward, press forward, and press forward; attack, attack, and attack again.

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Kastelen, who had tasted the sweetness in the first half, still wanted to break through from Xiang Tao's side. He thought that Xiang Tao, who had been broken through twice in a row, was an easy target.

But this time he was completely wrong.

Xiang Tao was definitely not an easy target. It might be more appropriate to say that he was a stinky and hard rock.

As soon as Kastelen kicked the ball, Xiang Tao quickly leaned up. Then he used his body to bump Kastelen to the side, and the ball was snatched over.

Kastelen gestured to the linesman on the ground that Xiang Tao had bumped him just now, but the linesman ignored him because it was obviously a very beautiful and reasonable collision.

After intercepting the ball, Xiang Tao didn't forget to glance back at Kastelen sitting on the ground triumphantly, finally venting his anger. Qiu was right, this kid's body was too thin. I won't compete with you in speed, I'll compete with you in body!

He passed the ball out, and Kastelen got up from the ground, still muttering dissatisfiedly.

Xiang Tao was too lazy to pay attention to him. Anyway, as long as he came once, he would make him return without success and lose face once.

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The huge difference in strength between the two teams was finally fully reflected. It was said that they were playing attacking football, but in reality, few of the Chinese team's attacks could successfully pass through the midfield.

The other teammates were all in their own half, leaving only Zhang Jun at the front. How was this an attack? It was clearly a defensive counterattack, wasn't it?

Zhang Jun was very indignant, but looking at the precarious situation in the Chinese team's penalty area, he was also powerless.

An Ke couldn't remember how many times he had blocked the Dutch team's shots. In short, he had already started to pant, partly because he was really tired, both mentally and physically. On the other hand, it was because he was angry. In his opinion, defenders like Zheng Jun would only add to the goalkeeper's troubles.

In fact, An Ke was wearing tinted glasses. To be fair, Zheng Jun's defense was top-notch among domestic players. He was full of fighting spirit, but he couldn't grasp the degree of fighting, so it gave people a feeling of being rash and careless.

Compared to the Chinese team's embarrassment, the Dutch team was getting more and more crazy. Kastelen was stubbornly blocked by Xiang Tao on the right, but this didn't prevent the Dutch team from blooming in multiple spots and attacking with gusto.

Wang Hui was having a very hard time defending Robben. He couldn't defend this Dutch fast horse when they played against each other in the Premier League, so Yang Pan had to retreat to help him.

Qiu Suhui said not to consider defense, but that was during the attack. Now that they were being suppressed by the other side, who could watch their team's situation be in danger and remain indifferent?

The Chinese team was suppressed by the Dutch team for the first fifteen minutes of the second half, and they had not practiced defense at all before the game. It was basically impossible to cope with the Dutch team's level of attack.

What's more, Qiu Suhui was secretly cheering for the Dutch team in his heart?

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It was precisely because of the seventeen minutes of foreshadowing that the loss of the goal in the eighteenth minute was not so surprising.

The commentator was still saying that if Qiu Suhui didn't make any adjustments, the Chinese team would lose the ball sooner or later. As if to grant his "auspicious" words, the Chinese team immediately conceded a goal.

This time, Kastelen failed to break through Xiang Tao, but the ball was still at his feet. He passed the ball to Van Bommel, who passed it to Van der Vaart. Van der Vaart made a fake move to pass the ball, tricked Li Yi, and then directly broke into the penalty area. Li Yongle wanted to reach out and pull him, but when he saw that he had entered the penalty area, he retracted his hand. He was afraid that Van der Vaart would take the opportunity to feign a fall.

In this case, one of the two center backs must go up to cover the defense. Li Suisheng was a little closer, so he rushed up, but Zheng Jun also pounced up at the same time! And Van Nistelrooy behind him was not being watched by anyone!

Seeing that Van Nistelrooy was not being defended, Van der Vaart was overjoyed. He poked the ball with his toe, passed it between the two Chinese center backs, and passed it to Van Nistelrooy!

"Damn it..." An Ke cursed secretly and abandoned the goal to attack. He planned to shorten the distance between him and Van Nistelrooy as much as possible and block Van Nistelrooy's shooting angle.

But Van Nistelrooy's reaction in front of the goal was much faster than An Ke had imagined. He didn't stop the ball, but poked the ball passed by Van der Vaart again. The football rolled past An Ke's right foot, rolled towards the far corner, then rolled past the goal line, and finally hit the net and stopped.

The Dutch team scored again! They extended the score to 3:1! The Chinese team suffered a heavy blow!

Compared to the cheering Dutch, the atmosphere in front of the Chinese team's goal was a little wrong.

"Missing someone! Missing someone again! Can you guys remember?! You dare to leave someone like Van Nistelrooy unattended! Zheng Jun, it was enough for Li Suisheng to go up just now. Why did you rush up?" An Ke roared angrily at Zheng Jun. He didn't care if you were the captain or not. As long as you made a mistake, he would scold you. Besides, he didn't recognize Zheng Jun as the captain at all.

In the two warm-up matches, he had conceded six goals. At least he had maintained a personal record of 300 minutes without conceding a goal in the Bundesliga, but he had been beaten into a sieve in the national team. Was it because he wasn't strong enough? An Ke didn't think so. There were also many excellent shooters in the Bundesliga, but he had never been so embarrassed as in the national team. He was losing both face and goals.

He had nowhere to vent his anger, and Zheng Jun, who he had always disliked, naturally became his punching bag.

But Zheng Jun was also a captain now, the team's boss. How could he tolerate a new player yelling at him?

"What are you yelling about? Losing the ball is not just the responsibility of the defense! You yell every time you lose the ball, as if you have no responsibility at all! Damn it!"

"What did you say? This is your problem, where is there a defender who leaves the person he's supposed to be guarding aside and rushes up to add to the chaos!" An Ke was not to be outdone.

When Zheng Jun saw that An Ke was being rude to him, he rushed up to give An Ke a lesson, but Wang Hui hugged him around the waist: "What are you doing! What are you doing! Are you going to let foreigners laugh at you? Calm down, didn't Qiu say that he doesn't care about losing goals? What are you guys making trouble about?"

Someone also pushed An Ke from behind, pushing him away and telling him not to be impulsive. The one who pushed him was Yang Pan, who ran up: "What are you doing? Is there anyone who makes trouble with their own teammates in the game? Aren't you ashamed! Just guard your goal honestly! Don't worry about anything else!" He was stern, but in reality, he was protecting An Ke. He knew that there would definitely be a conflict this time, but at least he could stop An Ke from taking further action, so that he would be seen as a passive figure in front of the public media. One was active, and the other was passive. The difference was worlds apart. At that time, the criticism and pressure he received would be much lighter.

Wang Hui was the second captain of the team designated by Qiu Suhui besides Zheng Jun, and Yang Pan was the third captain. They both had a good influence in their respective player groups at ordinary times. Their timely intervention ended this internal conflict in less than thirty seconds. Even the referee didn't have a chance to appear.

But this scene was still broadcast on television, and all Chinese fans saw it.

"The goalkeeper actually had a conflict with his own defender, and it was in the game! This is really too embarrassing! There are still many problems that Qiu Suhui's team hasn't solved, and now there's another big problem!" The commentator's tone was angry. These players were losing face abroad.

But Qiu Suhui turned his head and smiled at Hu Li: "Television broadcasts are really advanced. I finally caught something to hold against them!"

Hu Li felt a chill down his spine when he saw Qiu Suhui's smile. There was too much contained in that smile.

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The opponents had chaos, infighting, quarrels, and conflicts. It would be even better if they could really fight. That's what the Dutch players hoped for, but these Chinese players still had some reason.

Then again, can people who openly have internal strife in the game still be considered reasonable?

The Dutch team's offensive momentum was even stronger. They had to seize all the weaknesses of their opponents that could be used and ruthlessly attack them. This was the awareness that professional players should have.

No matter how badly the Chinese team was beaten, they couldn't blame the Dutch team. They could only blame themselves for being unpromising.

"In the first twenty minutes, we played quite well. We scored a goal and fought against the Dutch team in an impressive manner. But after the Dutch team scored the second goal, the situation became bad. During the half-time break, we don't know what Qiu Suhui said to the players, but we only saw the team having internal strife in the game. This has never happened before! But Qiu Suhui doesn't seem to want to make any adjustments. I really don't know what he's thinking!"

In fact, not only the commentators, but even the players on the Chinese team were confused and didn't know what Coach Qiu was thinking. Even they themselves thought that the Chinese team's performance was very poor.

Yang Pan wanted to put his views on Van der Sar into practice, but he didn't have the chance. He was now exhausted from defense and rarely managed to attack the opponent's thirty-meter area.

The Chinese team had long forgotten Qiu Suhui's instructions and unknowingly turned into their habitual defensive counterattack.

Qiu Suhui didn't care and let them struggle.

After Bassen saw the current situation of the Chinese team, he made corresponding adjustments. He replaced Kastelen, who was helpless against Xiang Tao in the second half, and replaced him with Zhang Jun's old friend, Robin van Persie, number 11 of the Dutch team.

When Zhang Jun saw that familiar but more mature face appear in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh. This was the only former Volendam teammate he had encountered on the field, and now he was an "enemy."

They used to live next door, they trained together, they fought side by side, they exchanged CDs, they chatted about Nirvana... These fragments flashed quickly in Zhang Jun's mind. The memories only took a few seconds, but they were the bits and pieces of two years ago.

Van Persie was looking down to sort out the hem of his jersey. When he looked up, he happened to see Zhang Jun's gaze.

That gaze contained too much. Two years. One went to Italy, and the other was in England. The teammates of that year were scattered all over the world, and when they reunited on the football field, they were already opponents.

He smiled at Zhang Jun as a greeting.

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Although Kastelen was off the field, Xiang Tao didn't dare to relax because Van Persie was Bergkamp's successor at Arsenal. Although his speed wasn't fast, he was more skilled than Kastelen.

Van Persie's first breakthrough almost succeeded. Xiang Tao was faked out of position by Van Persie's fast-paced fake moves, and Van Persie took the opportunity to push the ball forward and break through!

But Xiang Tao's physical fitness was also too good. He used his hand to support the ground when he had already lost his balance, and adjusted his center of gravity. Then he saw Van Persie about to cross, took a big step, and then pushed off the ground with his right foot, extending his left foot forward as much as possible. The tip of his foot just blocked the ball out of the baseline.

The Dutch team was awarded a corner kick. This time, the two Chinese center backs were closely following Van Nistelrooy, for fear that he would complete a hat-trick.

Everyone focused their attention on Van Nistelrooy and Robben, who had scored goals, and Van Bommel, who had almost scored a goal, but they only ignored Robin van Persie, who had only been on the field for five minutes.

When Van der Vaart kicked the ball, there was the usual chaos in front of the Chinese team's goal. This time, An Ke didn't choose to attack because he hadn't figured out the situation yet.

Van Nistelrooy headed the ball. His ability to select his position and compete for the header in front of the goal was really terrifying. Zheng Jun and Li Suisheng combined didn't stop him. The ball he headed towards the far corner of the goal avoided An Ke's hand and flew straight to the far post, looking like it was about to go in!

Just then, Xiang Tao, who was standing at the far post, jumped up and headed the ball out with all his might! This was almost a goal-line clearance!

"Xiang Tao made a contribution..." But before the commentator could finish cheering, Van Persie appeared at the ball's landing point like a ghost, and then he shot with his toe in the melee!

The football jumped up. It didn't touch anyone and flew directly into the goal! At this time, An Ke hadn't gotten up from the ground yet.

The Dutch team extended the score to 4:1! Van Persie's goal in the sixty-fifth minute almost completely crushed the Chinese team's confidence and courage. They weren't qualified to play attacking football against the Dutch team!

Qiu Suhui shook his head on the sidelines. Marco gave him a very good lesson. Now the Chinese team wasn't qualified or strong enough to consider the arrogant idea of playing attacking football against Brazil.

"Lao Hu..."

"Hmm?" Seeing the Chinese team losing goals again and again, Hu Li no longer sighed or felt frustrated. He now had a normal state of mind.

"We lost... pretty badly this time." Qiu Suhui said with a wry smile.

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This time, An Ke didn't blame anyone because this was not a problem on the defensive line. If he had to blame someone, he could only say that the Dutch team was too strong. He just got up unwillingly and kicked the football towards the midfield.

Most of the Chinese players in the penalty area were standing there blankly with their hands on their hips, letting the Dutch players cheer and hug beside them.

This feeling was very similar to their match against Spain a few days ago. As losers, they could only watch others cheer.

Was this the gap between Chinese football and world football?

Most of them were developing in China, and their understanding of international football was all through match broadcasts and media reports, which was similar to ordinary fans. Perhaps they knew even less than ordinary fans because they had to train every day and had matches every week.

Qiu Suhui took them out this time to play against two of the top ten teams in the world and let them experience the level of world football with their own bodies. This really gave them some insight, but how much they gained all depended on their personal cultivation.

"It's already 4:1. The Chinese team is losing both the match and their dignity..." The commentator's tone was a little deflated. Before the match, he knew that the Chinese team couldn't beat the Dutch team, but he really didn't expect that they would be completely defeated except for the first twenty minutes. This was a bit like the match between the Chinese team and the Brazilian team in the Korea-Japan World Cup. At the beginning, the Chinese team took the lead with the spirit of newborn calves not being afraid of tigers, and several offensive combinations were played in an impressive manner. But when Roberto Carlos scored a free kick at a speed of 149 kilometers per hour, the Chinese team was immediately beaten back to its original form.

The match had reached this point and was no longer meaningful. The goals of the two coaches had been achieved. Basten then replaced almost all of the starting lineup, and Qiu Suhui followed suit, changing the 451 formation to a more balanced 442 and also replacing four players.

In the eightieth minute, Li Yongle was pulled down during a breakthrough, and the referee gave the Chinese team a direct free kick 26 meters away. The position of the ball was a little to the left, which was the most ideal angle for a right-footed free kick.

The Dutch team set up a four-man wall, but it was useless. Zhang Jun's direct free kick accurately went around the wall and then dropped, landing in front of Van der Sar, bouncing up again, and then drilling into the net. The whole process took less than three seconds.

The arc drawn by the football was very beautiful, and people couldn't help but admire that Zhang Jun's control of the ball had been strengthened. The drop of the ball was very obvious, which Van der Sar didn't expect.

Yang Pan, who had already been substituted, saw the ball drop in front of Van der Sar on the sidelines, catching the Dutch goalkeeper off guard. He smiled. So that kid had already noticed it. He really had it in him!

Like in the previous match against Spain, the only value of Zhang Jun's goal was to save some face for the Chinese team.

Of course, what he tried to save was negligible compared to what his teammates lost.

Zhang Jun also knew this, so he didn't celebrate after scoring the goal. He only smiled reluctantly when Li Yongle came up to celebrate.

His free kick was called "smile", but there was no smile today, only a bitter smile. After this match, they would be going their separate ways the next day. What would it be like when they gathered again a month and a half later?

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In the end, the Netherlands defeated the Chinese team 4:2 at home in this match. Qiu Suhui's idea of playing attacking football completely failed. He was severely taught by the cruel reality. Who told him to be an ignorant fool at the age of forty and think about playing attacking football against the Netherlands and Brazil?

In the locker room after the match, he didn't make any comments on what happened on the field, neither praising Zhang Jun nor criticizing An Ke and Zheng Jun. He went to attend the press conference without saying anything, but everyone could see Qiu Suhui's darkened face.

At the press conference, he admitted that he was inferior in skill regarding the 2:4 score. But when asked about the conflict between An Ke and Zheng Jun, he became very impatient: "There's nothing to say about this. Everyone saw it, that's how it is. You can feel free to express your opinions. I don't mind."

Later, a reporter said that Qiu Suhui was obviously very angry, otherwise he wouldn't have said such impulsive and reckless things. Little did they know that this was exactly what Qiu Suhui deliberately did for the media to see. He wanted the media to hype this matter up without revealing any flaws until his next training camp started, so as to lay the groundwork for his "rectification movement."

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The week in the national team was not pleasant, especially since this period didn't end well, leaving Zhang Jun full of frustration. He was now just looking forward to going to Florence, using the strength he hadn't used on the league opponents, and striving to help the team get promoted in advance. So far, their promotion situation was very good.

When he, Yang Pan, and Li Yongle took a plane back to Italy together, he joked with them that he would represent Fiorentina to fight to the death with the Milan duo next season. But Yang Pan didn't know if Zhang Jun's words were a joke or if they were his true thoughts.

Zhang Jun always talked about his happy life in Florence, but never mentioned the fact that he would have to return to Milan after the end of his loan period. Yang Pan wanted to know Zhang Jun's attitude through Hua Jie, but the answer he got was the disappointing "I don't know."

The mess of the Chinese national team was over, and now it was time to worry about Zhang Jun's affairs again, but he himself didn't seem to be worried. Yang Pan ridiculed himself in his heart, feeling like the emperor wasn't worried, but the eunuch was anxious.

Zhang Jun parted ways with the two at the airport in Rome. He took the club's special car back to Florence, while Yang Pan and Li Yongle transferred to Milan. Although they were all going in the same direction, one was flying in the sky and the other was running on the ground. They weren't the same mode of transportation, so they had to part ways.

Before leaving, Zhang Jun patted Yang Pan on the shoulder: "Say hello to Kaka for me. Even if we can't beat Brazil in the opening match of the World Cup, we have to maintain our advantage over him in Milan. We have a 2:1 advantage in terms of numbers now."

Yang Pan said: "It will be 3:1 soon."

He wanted to test Zhang Jun, but Zhang Jun just smiled, said nothing, picked up his luggage, and turned away.

Li Yongle looked at Zhang Jun's back: "Actually, you're just wishful thinking, Yang Pan. Zhang Jun won't be back."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Intuition."

Yang Pan looked at Li Yongle: "I never believe in men's so-called intuition. Let's go. We'll be enemies in Milan."

"Yes, enemies fighting for the league title. We're only four points behind, but there are still nine rounds left in the league. You're first, we're third, and Juventus is in the middle. The upcoming schedule is not good for anyone..."

"Who are you talking to? Let's go!" Yang Pan's voice came from afar. Li Yongle stuck out his tongue, picked up his suitcase, and quickly caught up with Yang Pan. The two were one in front of the other, AC Milan in front, Inter Milan behind.

Whether it was Serie A, Bundesliga, La Liga, or the Premier League, or whether it was Serie A or Serie B, the championship battle of the 0506 season was exceptionally fierce. From April to May, the moment of the final battle had arrived.