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Chapter 23 Wenger
The next day, the Yokohama International Football Stadium roared with a tsunami.

Completed in 1998, the football stadium looks a bit like a toilet seat wrapped in iron sheets, but the interior is very large and can accommodate 12 spectators.The enthusiasm of the Japanese fans is very crazy. Even for the U15 to U[-] games, all [-] seats are full. Many fans have Japanese flags painted on their faces, turbans on their heads, and waving flags in their hands. The cheers are shocking. land.

"Hey! Shinji Kagawa put the ball through at the top of the arc! The ball is fast, isn't it a bit too big! Can Honda-kun catch it?! Nani! Honda-kun broke out twice and overtook the defender!!! ! The ball went in!"

"OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! The goal is the J-League United Youth Training Team No. 10—Honda Keisuke, wow! His ball is really amazing, he overtook the defender of the Longxing team and got the ball when he was behind. After that, he passed two people on the baseline and pushed the ball into the far corner! He is definitely the future star of our Japanese football!"

"Four to zero! The game has progressed to 10 minutes into the second half, and there is not much time left for the Shanzhou Longxing team!"

"Honda Jun Chong!!!"

"Long live Keisuke Honda!!"

"Japanese football, the whole world, please witness!!!"

Four to zero, the score gap is very large, the commentator screamed passionately, and the fans danced in the stands excitedly.

"I said Chen Mo, you used to play with people of this level? They are too weak."

In the auditorium, Pique tilted his head and looked at Chen Mo in surprise. Chen Mo shook his head: "I know a few of them and have fought against them. The strength is actually not weak, mainly because of the coach."

"What do you mean?"

Pique was puzzled, and Messi Fabregas also turned his head to look at Chen Mo. Chen Mo shrugged: "The head coach of this Longxing team is of average level, but he really hates the individual performance of the players. If you score goals with your instructions, you will also be scolded.

For example, the midfielder No. 6 of the Longxing team, I have played two games with him, his footwork is rough, but he is very spiritual, with a wide range of running, often appearing in unexpected attacking positions, and also Some very tricky through balls, which created a lot of problems for my team at the time.This kind of player is not naturally suitable for step-by-step, and pays more attention to consciousness and feeling, and needs a certain amount of room for self-expression.But you can see that his range of activities is strictly controlled on the right side of the midfield. If he moves a little forward, he will be yelled at by the coach, and he is afraid of his hands and feet.And, didn't you notice that their whole team was playing for that right winger?Sometimes other players will give him the ball even though they have a chance. "

Pique was stunned: "Right winger? That guy is not strong, wait, you mean."

"I guess it's the young master of some rich family." Chen Mo pursed his mouth: "I have encountered this kind of thing before. At that time, the coach of our team was very upright and ignored his parents. As a result, our team died a week later. Changed coaches, changed to the guy on the sideline now."

Pique was stunned, and after a long while, he shook his head speechlessly: "This is too fantastic."

"Who says it's not. That's fine, this team doesn't need to pay attention, let's pay attention to the opponent in the afternoon."

Chen Mo pointed to the back, and everyone looked, only to see the Bayern Munich players sitting in the third row from the back, with their hands on their knees, watching the game seriously.

One of the boys, who was ugly but very happy, noticed the gazes of Chen Mo and the others. He was taken aback for a moment, and immediately made a face when he saw that it was a Barcelona player. Then he was hit on the head by the Bayern coach.

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Everyone was speechless, and Pique covered his mouth and smiled: "This guy named Muller doesn't seem very smart."

Chen Mo rolled his eyes: "He is just lively and loves to laugh, okay?"

"Haha, watch me prevent him from crying this afternoon!"

While joking and joking about the Barcelona generals, the Bayern team, a dark blond boy who was obviously stronger than the other players looked at the coach, "Is that Chen Mo just now?"

The coach of Bayern nodded: "Well, he is Chen Mo, the core midfielder in the Barcelona team. He is characterized by a very strong ability to connect midfielders, an extremely keen offensive sense, a strong team spirit, calm and not greedy for credit. There have been many records of facing the goalkeeper one-on-one, but passing the ball to a teammate in a better position. When defending against him, you must not only pay attention to the ball at his feet, but also pay attention to the positioning of his teammates, otherwise it will not be blocked."

"Can't it be sealed?"

Schweinsteiger crossed his arms, and a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The coach smiled and said: "Yes, Feng Bushi, but that's because his previous opponents were not strong enough, but facing you is different. Shi Weinsteiger, you have to press him to death for the whole game in the afternoon! As long as he misfires, Fabregas will be difficult to pick the midfielder, and Messi will be isolated and helpless in the frontcourt!"

"I get it coach."

The two spoke very forcefully, like a mafia conversation, but at this moment Mueller suddenly stuck out his head and said with a smile: "What about me? Coach! I want to show off!"

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The match between Longxing and the J-League joint team ended with a score of [-]-[-].

The Japanese fans on the street were rejoicing. In the cafe on the corner, a gentle and elegant middle-aged blond man was watching the crowd on the street by the glass window, his eyes full of memories.

After a while, Steel Plate Richuan opened the door and walked in. He looked around, and soon saw a man sitting by the window drinking coffee alone. He had a happy face and stepped forward quickly.

"Mr. Wenger! You have been waiting for a long time!"

"I just arrived, sit down."

"Roms!"

Steel plate Hikawa respectful, Wenger said with a smile: "Don't be so cautious, I am no longer the head coach of Nagoya Grampus, and you are not the assistant of the past."

As soon as Steel Plate Rikawa’s butt landed on the bench, he immediately bounced up, bowed and said, “No, no, no! Mr. Wenger, without your teachings back then, there would be no Steel Plate Rikawa today!”

"You guys, you are always so polite when speaking, please sit down first, many people are watching."

"Roms!"

Wenger smiled, and Steel Plate Rikawa sat down cautiously. After the two of them were courteous, Steel Plate Richuan asked cautiously: "I don't know why Mr. Wenger is looking for me this time."

Wenger took a sip of coffee: "There were a few little guys I liked very much in the Cup of Hope game. One of them, I sent him an invitation to the youth training camp two months ago. However, there were too many things on hand at the time, and in the end I was cut off by La Masia. I thought about it, and I will see it later, but recently I happened to come to Japan for some business, and he participated in the Hope Cup, so I plan to meet him in person and have a chat. But... I It's not appropriate to go to him directly, so I want you to put me in touch after the game in the afternoon."

"That's it, I don't know which young player you are talking about?"

Wenger handed over a photo of a little boy playing football from his suit pocket: "That's him, Chen Mo."

(End of this chapter)