Chapter 78 Hope
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Chen Ai Ting
Chapter 78 Hope
Beijing, China, National Television Headquarters.
Wei Zhen sat in front of the computer, frowning, his eyes fixed on the document on the keyboard.
He graduated from the most authoritative media school in China, and worked in the national TV station after graduation. Because he likes sports, especially football, he directly joined the sports channel as a reporter for two years. Now he has been promoted to a director and is in charge of projects independently for the first time.
In a few days, he will lead the project team to go to Europe, follow up, interview and report several Chinese players who have studied abroad, including their daily life, training and their games. After returning to China, he will make a series of reports on the sports channel.
But just a few days ago, a piece of news that broke out in Europe caught his attention, but it did not attract the slightest attention in China.
The second team of Ajax led by Van Basten won.
In the third round of the Dutch Cup, a leader of the Dutch second team was eliminated, and everyone was praising Van Basten.
Wei Zhen was not surprised by this at all. Van Basten is a legendary superstar. Rijkaard, the former Dutch Three Musketeers, is already a world-renowned coach. Gullit also coached the Dutch national youth team. Van Basten's coaching performance naturally attracted media attention.
There is a good saying, no harm without comparison, and the media is happy to create some comparisons between the Three Musketeers.
However, what really attracted Wei Zhen's attention was a name mentioned in the report, Yang Yang.
This is a Chinese name.
Wei Zhen always felt that he had heard of this name somewhere, but he couldn't remember it anyway. He could only say that he was so busy recently that he didn't remember many things, so he must have missed something.
He specifically went to the Football Association to find out. No one had heard of this name, let alone a Chinese who played for the Ajax youth team. A leader of the Football Association even asked impatiently, could it be an overseas Chinese?
Later, Wei Zhen found the official contact information of Ajax through his colleagues in domestic football newspapers, and called to find out. The other party very clearly stated that Yang Yang is indeed Chinese and 17 years old, but refused to disclose more information.
It was only after being pestered by Wei Zhen that he had no choice but to reveal, "He is currently the most promising star of our team, including our technical director Van Gaal, including the second team coach Van Basten. All of us are optimistic about him and hope that he can grow in an environment free from outside influence."
After hearing this sentence, Wei Zhen was very excited.
He knew that he had found a treasure that was not valued by the outside world.
What does it mean for a rookie who has just turned 17 but is valued by everyone in Ajax?
hope!
The most lacking hope of Chinese football!
From yesterday to today, he stayed up all night to collect a lot of European news, and made a plan. He hoped to take the program team to the Netherlands and go to Ajax to learn about this rookie.
He hopes to use this program to let fans across the country know that Chinese football has produced such a rookie.
Thinking of this, Wei Zhen took a deep breath, stood up from his seat, picked up the document on the keyboard, and walked to the leader's office.
Ten minutes later, in the office, the leader pushed the document back in front of Wei Zhen.
"Xiao Wei, your starting point is good, but you have to know that our Eurostar this time is very important. What we want to report is those players from the top league, not the young players who play in the youth team in the insignificant Dutch league."
"If we focus on him now, what if he can't play? What if Ajax is just perfunctory and doesn't pay attention to him at all? We have to consider the consequences and impact."
Wei Zhen spent 10 minutes talking, but got a disappointing reply.
He wanted to remind the leader sitting in front of him that although the Dutch league is not as good as the four major leagues, it is the stepping stone for countless top stars to enter the four major leagues. Although Ajax has fallen, it is still a European giant and the club with the strongest youth training in the world.
He is not an idiot, he can tell the truth from the news and the words of the other party.
How can a young man who can be valued so much by Ajax not deserve our attention?
What's more, he is only 17 years old.
But Wei Zhen didn't say anything, because he knew that it would be useless for him to say more in the face of a leader who didn't understand football at all, so he could only pick up the documents sadly and leave the office.
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Holland, Amsterdam Southeast Metro, the school gate.
It was the time when school was over at noon, and the students walked out of the school in a bustling manner, only to find a cool-looking luxury car parked on the opposite side of the road. Some students who knew a little about cars immediately recognized it as a Porsche 911, causing a burst of uproar and attention.
There were three young people in their 20s standing beside the Porsche. One of them was very tall, standing out from the crowd, and had long hair. When he saw the students coming out of the school, he raised his right hand from time to time to stroke his slightly curly long hair.
"Wow, it's Zlatan Ibrahimovic."
"Ah, it's really him."
"Oh God, how did he come to our school?"
"There's another one with long hair, isn't it Maxwell?"
"Isn't it him?"
"My God, why are they here?"
"The one with the short cut is Vermaelen from the youth team?"
"Yes, that's him. I saw him last time when I went to the second team's game."
"How did they come?"
"Ibrahimovic himself is taller and stronger than on TV."
"It turns out that Maxwell looks gentle, not like a Brazilian at all."
……
The students looked at them talking, feeling very novel about the sudden arrival of the three Ajax players.
Although the school has a cooperation with Ajax, the students who come to the school are generally young students, and Ajax players basically do not come to the school, let alone a head star like Zlatan Ibrahimovic.
The students discussed and pointed across the road, but no one dared to go up to say hello.
The three people on the opposite side of the road also had different expressions. Both Maxwell and Vermaelen were not used to being surrounded by people like this. They felt like small animals locked in a zoo cage, which was too embarrassing.
Only the Swedish center Zlatan Ibrahimovic, who has always been pushy, enjoyed it very much, smiling at the students facing him from time to time, and occasionally brushing his long hair deliberately to show himself chic.
"Please, Zlatan, can you stop teasing me? It's disgusting to put on so much pomade." Maxwell turned his head and complained in a low voice with an expression that he couldn't bear to look directly at.
"You know what, that's what schoolgirls like these days."
"Don't you have Helena?" Vermaelen reminded.
"I simply want to establish a stalwart image in the minds of these students. What does it have to do with Helena?" the Swede asked confidently.
"Are you sure female students nowadays like boys who pour pomade on the top of their heads?" Maxwell doubted.
"Maxwell, are you doubting my sense of fashion?"
"I didn't say that." Maxwell shrugged.
"That's right, besides, do you have an image to speak of?" Vermaelen chimed in.
The Swedish giant hissed, "I said, are you two itchy?"
"It's just that I can't understand your narcissistic megalomaniac." Maxwell and Vermaelen laughed in unison.
"You guys are jealous, understand?" Ibrahimovic stretched out his hand to brush his long hair again, and flicked it behind his head casually. He seemed to be able to see the girls on the other side of the road screaming.
"There's nothing about your looks that should be envied by others." Maxwell continued to attack.
"That's right." Vermaelen agreed, "Otherwise, how can I explain that no girls are willing to come over?"
"That's because you two guys are here, blocking me." The Swedish giant said with certainty that it must be so.
That's the only explanation that makes sense.
"Please, there are many people who are more handsome than you, such as Yang Yang, I think he is more handsome than you."
"He's more handsome than me?" Ibrahimovic looked at Maxwell suspiciously.
The Brazilian nodded solemnly, "If you don't believe me, just ask Thomas."
Sensing the threatening and intimidating eyes of the Swede, Vermaelen hesitated for a while, "He is quite handsome, but you also have advantages, for example, you are taller and stronger than him."
But even so, the Swedes are still very upset, not only upset in their hearts, but also written directly on their faces.
If the students on the opposite side of the road could hear the conversation of the three, I believe that countless people would collapse. Is this still the tall Ajax star in their minds?
Are you sure that these three guys are not delinquent boys who ran to the school gate for no reason to play handsome and pick up girls?
Fortunately, at this time, Yang Yang, who was carrying a schoolbag and bouncing the ball, appeared.
In school, he has become a unique sight in school, and many people will spontaneously give way when they see him. When Yang Yang walked out of the school gate and was about to go to the station to wait for the pick-up bus from De Tokmoster, he happened to see the guy across the road who was waving at him three times.
"Why are you here?" Yang Yang greeted him full of surprise.
At this time, all the students staying at the school gate fully understood that these three stars came to find Yang Yang.
It was at this moment that many people present realized that they should get to know this Chinese again.
"We came here specially to find you, to surprise you, and let you treat us to dinner by the way." Ibrahimovic laughed.
After knowing him for a long time, Yang Yang realized that no matter how shameless things are, this guy can speak with confidence, which should be regarded as an advantage.
Yang Yang knew in his heart that the training of the first team and the second team was suspended today. The three of them must have made an appointment to pick them up at the school gate, but would it be too high-profile?
Since September, when Ajax paid their salary, Zlatan Ibrahimovic and Maxwell stopped spending time with Yang Yang, but they still went to the second team to train with Yang Yang and Vermaelen every afternoon.
It is rare for the team to suspend training today, and the three decided to get together, and Yang Yang naturally would not object.
"Okay, where are we going to eat?"
"Just go to your uncle's Chinese restaurant. Didn't you say that your uncle's skills are much better than yours? Let's try it."
"Is it too far away?"
"We have a car, what are we afraid of?" The Swede patted the front of the car vigorously and shouted proudly, "Go, get in the car."
Soon, the four of them got into the car, and with the envy of countless students, they drove away with the roar of the sports car.
(End of this chapter)
Beijing, China, National Television Headquarters.
Wei Zhen sat in front of the computer, frowning, his eyes fixed on the document on the keyboard.
He graduated from the most authoritative media school in China, and worked in the national TV station after graduation. Because he likes sports, especially football, he directly joined the sports channel as a reporter for two years. Now he has been promoted to a director and is in charge of projects independently for the first time.
In a few days, he will lead the project team to go to Europe, follow up, interview and report several Chinese players who have studied abroad, including their daily life, training and their games. After returning to China, he will make a series of reports on the sports channel.
But just a few days ago, a piece of news that broke out in Europe caught his attention, but it did not attract the slightest attention in China.
The second team of Ajax led by Van Basten won.
In the third round of the Dutch Cup, a leader of the Dutch second team was eliminated, and everyone was praising Van Basten.
Wei Zhen was not surprised by this at all. Van Basten is a legendary superstar. Rijkaard, the former Dutch Three Musketeers, is already a world-renowned coach. Gullit also coached the Dutch national youth team. Van Basten's coaching performance naturally attracted media attention.
There is a good saying, no harm without comparison, and the media is happy to create some comparisons between the Three Musketeers.
However, what really attracted Wei Zhen's attention was a name mentioned in the report, Yang Yang.
This is a Chinese name.
Wei Zhen always felt that he had heard of this name somewhere, but he couldn't remember it anyway. He could only say that he was so busy recently that he didn't remember many things, so he must have missed something.
He specifically went to the Football Association to find out. No one had heard of this name, let alone a Chinese who played for the Ajax youth team. A leader of the Football Association even asked impatiently, could it be an overseas Chinese?
Later, Wei Zhen found the official contact information of Ajax through his colleagues in domestic football newspapers, and called to find out. The other party very clearly stated that Yang Yang is indeed Chinese and 17 years old, but refused to disclose more information.
It was only after being pestered by Wei Zhen that he had no choice but to reveal, "He is currently the most promising star of our team, including our technical director Van Gaal, including the second team coach Van Basten. All of us are optimistic about him and hope that he can grow in an environment free from outside influence."
After hearing this sentence, Wei Zhen was very excited.
He knew that he had found a treasure that was not valued by the outside world.
What does it mean for a rookie who has just turned 17 but is valued by everyone in Ajax?
hope!
The most lacking hope of Chinese football!
From yesterday to today, he stayed up all night to collect a lot of European news, and made a plan. He hoped to take the program team to the Netherlands and go to Ajax to learn about this rookie.
He hopes to use this program to let fans across the country know that Chinese football has produced such a rookie.
Thinking of this, Wei Zhen took a deep breath, stood up from his seat, picked up the document on the keyboard, and walked to the leader's office.
Ten minutes later, in the office, the leader pushed the document back in front of Wei Zhen.
"Xiao Wei, your starting point is good, but you have to know that our Eurostar this time is very important. What we want to report is those players from the top league, not the young players who play in the youth team in the insignificant Dutch league."
"If we focus on him now, what if he can't play? What if Ajax is just perfunctory and doesn't pay attention to him at all? We have to consider the consequences and impact."
Wei Zhen spent 10 minutes talking, but got a disappointing reply.
He wanted to remind the leader sitting in front of him that although the Dutch league is not as good as the four major leagues, it is the stepping stone for countless top stars to enter the four major leagues. Although Ajax has fallen, it is still a European giant and the club with the strongest youth training in the world.
He is not an idiot, he can tell the truth from the news and the words of the other party.
How can a young man who can be valued so much by Ajax not deserve our attention?
What's more, he is only 17 years old.
But Wei Zhen didn't say anything, because he knew that it would be useless for him to say more in the face of a leader who didn't understand football at all, so he could only pick up the documents sadly and leave the office.
…………
…………
Holland, Amsterdam Southeast Metro, the school gate.
It was the time when school was over at noon, and the students walked out of the school in a bustling manner, only to find a cool-looking luxury car parked on the opposite side of the road. Some students who knew a little about cars immediately recognized it as a Porsche 911, causing a burst of uproar and attention.
There were three young people in their 20s standing beside the Porsche. One of them was very tall, standing out from the crowd, and had long hair. When he saw the students coming out of the school, he raised his right hand from time to time to stroke his slightly curly long hair.
"Wow, it's Zlatan Ibrahimovic."
"Ah, it's really him."
"Oh God, how did he come to our school?"
"There's another one with long hair, isn't it Maxwell?"
"Isn't it him?"
"My God, why are they here?"
"The one with the short cut is Vermaelen from the youth team?"
"Yes, that's him. I saw him last time when I went to the second team's game."
"How did they come?"
"Ibrahimovic himself is taller and stronger than on TV."
"It turns out that Maxwell looks gentle, not like a Brazilian at all."
……
The students looked at them talking, feeling very novel about the sudden arrival of the three Ajax players.
Although the school has a cooperation with Ajax, the students who come to the school are generally young students, and Ajax players basically do not come to the school, let alone a head star like Zlatan Ibrahimovic.
The students discussed and pointed across the road, but no one dared to go up to say hello.
The three people on the opposite side of the road also had different expressions. Both Maxwell and Vermaelen were not used to being surrounded by people like this. They felt like small animals locked in a zoo cage, which was too embarrassing.
Only the Swedish center Zlatan Ibrahimovic, who has always been pushy, enjoyed it very much, smiling at the students facing him from time to time, and occasionally brushing his long hair deliberately to show himself chic.
"Please, Zlatan, can you stop teasing me? It's disgusting to put on so much pomade." Maxwell turned his head and complained in a low voice with an expression that he couldn't bear to look directly at.
"You know what, that's what schoolgirls like these days."
"Don't you have Helena?" Vermaelen reminded.
"I simply want to establish a stalwart image in the minds of these students. What does it have to do with Helena?" the Swede asked confidently.
"Are you sure female students nowadays like boys who pour pomade on the top of their heads?" Maxwell doubted.
"Maxwell, are you doubting my sense of fashion?"
"I didn't say that." Maxwell shrugged.
"That's right, besides, do you have an image to speak of?" Vermaelen chimed in.
The Swedish giant hissed, "I said, are you two itchy?"
"It's just that I can't understand your narcissistic megalomaniac." Maxwell and Vermaelen laughed in unison.
"You guys are jealous, understand?" Ibrahimovic stretched out his hand to brush his long hair again, and flicked it behind his head casually. He seemed to be able to see the girls on the other side of the road screaming.
"There's nothing about your looks that should be envied by others." Maxwell continued to attack.
"That's right." Vermaelen agreed, "Otherwise, how can I explain that no girls are willing to come over?"
"That's because you two guys are here, blocking me." The Swedish giant said with certainty that it must be so.
That's the only explanation that makes sense.
"Please, there are many people who are more handsome than you, such as Yang Yang, I think he is more handsome than you."
"He's more handsome than me?" Ibrahimovic looked at Maxwell suspiciously.
The Brazilian nodded solemnly, "If you don't believe me, just ask Thomas."
Sensing the threatening and intimidating eyes of the Swede, Vermaelen hesitated for a while, "He is quite handsome, but you also have advantages, for example, you are taller and stronger than him."
But even so, the Swedes are still very upset, not only upset in their hearts, but also written directly on their faces.
If the students on the opposite side of the road could hear the conversation of the three, I believe that countless people would collapse. Is this still the tall Ajax star in their minds?
Are you sure that these three guys are not delinquent boys who ran to the school gate for no reason to play handsome and pick up girls?
Fortunately, at this time, Yang Yang, who was carrying a schoolbag and bouncing the ball, appeared.
In school, he has become a unique sight in school, and many people will spontaneously give way when they see him. When Yang Yang walked out of the school gate and was about to go to the station to wait for the pick-up bus from De Tokmoster, he happened to see the guy across the road who was waving at him three times.
"Why are you here?" Yang Yang greeted him full of surprise.
At this time, all the students staying at the school gate fully understood that these three stars came to find Yang Yang.
It was at this moment that many people present realized that they should get to know this Chinese again.
"We came here specially to find you, to surprise you, and let you treat us to dinner by the way." Ibrahimovic laughed.
After knowing him for a long time, Yang Yang realized that no matter how shameless things are, this guy can speak with confidence, which should be regarded as an advantage.
Yang Yang knew in his heart that the training of the first team and the second team was suspended today. The three of them must have made an appointment to pick them up at the school gate, but would it be too high-profile?
Since September, when Ajax paid their salary, Zlatan Ibrahimovic and Maxwell stopped spending time with Yang Yang, but they still went to the second team to train with Yang Yang and Vermaelen every afternoon.
It is rare for the team to suspend training today, and the three decided to get together, and Yang Yang naturally would not object.
"Okay, where are we going to eat?"
"Just go to your uncle's Chinese restaurant. Didn't you say that your uncle's skills are much better than yours? Let's try it."
"Is it too far away?"
"We have a car, what are we afraid of?" The Swede patted the front of the car vigorously and shouted proudly, "Go, get in the car."
Soon, the four of them got into the car, and with the envy of countless students, they drove away with the roar of the sports car.
(End of this chapter)
