Zheng Zhi also knew that he was selected for the Best Team of the Week, and Yan Qiang came over to tell him the news.

At that time, Zheng Zhi was fiddling with the goal in the backyard.

"Zheng Zhi, what are you doing?"

Seeing Zheng Zhi hanging tires on the goal, he became curious.

"Hang the tire."

"Are you whipping the corpse?" Yan Qiang looked at the tires hanging on the goal one by one, and couldn't figure out what Zheng Zhi was going to do.

"Ouch! I get it." He slapped his head, "Are you going to learn from Beckham?"

"A while ago, my colleague at the newspaper told me that this is how Beckham trained. Why? Do you also want to become Beckham of China?"

He walked around Zheng Zhi seriously, then shook his head, "It's a pity that you can't become Beckham of China. Yang Chen is still the same, mainly because you are not handsome enough."

"I haven't said it before, it's all you said." Zheng Zhi smiled and took off his gloves, then wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"I think Beckham's training method is good, so I use it to learn. We need to absorb good things, so don't you dare to learn them?"

"Yeah, what you said makes sense. I respect you. If Chinese players love studying as much as you, the World Cup is just around the corner." Yan Qiang followed him and flattered him.

"..." Zheng Zhi could only be speechless and joked about the World Cup, which was not funny at all.

Yan Qiang quickly changed the topic, "I will go to the editorial department of "Kickers" later. I want to know what this professional football media thinks of you."

"oh?"

"The Sports Weekly now has a cooperative relationship with them. They will provide us with a manuscript every week, all about you and Yang Chen."

"Hi, I have any good reports on it, so I'll report more on Brother Yang."

Zheng Zhi waved his hand, looking indifferent.

"Don't say that, the more famous you are, the higher your value you are, the more you will be attracted to a better club. Isn't that good? Don't you want to go to a wealthy family?"

"A wealthy family?"

Does Evergrande count? Zheng Zhi smiled in his heart.

You have to eat rice one bite at a time and kick the ball one by one. So far, I have never thought about any wealthy family. The most important thing is to train yourself first. The wine is not afraid of the deep alley. In this turbulent era of football, there will always be a day of success.

Isn't this the goal with tires hanging in front of me?

"I won't tell you anymore, I'm leaving. By the way, I put all the sports weekly newspapers in your living room last month. Take a look at them carefully. A lot of them are your news."

The Internet in this era has not yet been popularized, and domestic news is difficult to spread to Germany. Zheng Zhi asked Yan Qiang to help him bring some newspapers. After all, he also cares about Chinese football...

"Okay, thank you. If you have time tonight, come and have dinner with me."

"Forget it, have a meal with you? I'm afraid I'll get stomach cancer. Damn, is the things you cook by your nutritionist? I would rather cook noodles by myself!"

"..." Zheng Zhi was speechless again. This was very familiar. Yang Chen said it yesterday...

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Yan Qiang was going to meet Mr. Ebert from the Southwest Editorial Department of "Kickers".

He walked around the stadium for a long time but couldn't find the Forest Street he was going to. After calling, he found out that the editorial department of "Kickers" was not in "Forest Street" in Frankfurt, but in Offenbach's "Forest Street" that Li Bing fought back then. Fortunately, Offenbach is a small town next to Frankfurt. In less than half an hour, Yan Qiang rushed to the "Kickers" editorial department of "Kickers" located in the brand new office building of the Offenbach Post.

When the elevator goes up to the fifth floor, Mr. Ebert has been waiting for Yan Qiang at the entrance of the elevator. Ebert, forty-one, has been working in this industry for fifteen years. In 1990, he joined the German most prestigious football magazine "Kicker". In the following eight years, he was responsible for reporting on the events of Salbrücken, Karlsruhe, Mannheim and Frankfurt Clubs. Every time Frankfurt's home game, Ebert will watch the game on site. In addition, he also observes the training of Frankfurt at least once a week. The report of "Kicker" on Yang Chen and Zheng Zhi was from him and his colleagues.

Speaking of Yang Chen, Ebert opened a thick newspaper clipping clip on the table. The first part of the clip was the clippings he collected about Yang Chen's reports from German media. Among them were the full page reports of Yang Chen just arrived in the Bundesliga, and there were also photos of Yang Chen and Schlapner having dinner together in the restaurant.

"He has a very good skill. However, there is still a need to improve the tactical coordination, such as the number of offsides. In addition, Yang's shooting skills should also be further improved."

When it comes to Zheng Zhi, Ebert's eyes lit up.

"Ah, Zheng, he is a promising child."

"The last two rounds of ratings were rated by my colleagues because I didn't go to watch the game away. But I've been watching Frankfurt's training at least once a week."

"He is unique and has everything to be a great midfielder."

“I’m looking forward to watching him play at home on the weekend. Thankfully, he didn’t have a red card suspension.”

This cold humor made Yan Qiang laugh.

"In our professional perspective, he is the best player in the Frankfurt team. We had high hopes for Schneider before the season and believed that he was the most important player in Frankfurt, but Zheng's appearance changed our minds. Please note that I'm not talking about me, I'm talking about us. This is our consistent view."

"Of course, we are not saying that Schneider is not good enough, we are just saying that Zheng is better. Time will tell you everything."

Yan Qiang took a breath, but he didn't expect that Zheng Zhi's evaluation was so high in Ebert's eyes.

"If he continues to perform like this, will he be favored by a better club?"

"Why not? Unless the scouts are blind. As long as Zheng continues to play like this, one day, Frankfurt will not be able to keep him. Of course, many players have shown their talents when they were young, but whether they can play out is another matter. Character and attitude are very important. In this regard, German players obviously do a good job."

"Zheng, I don't know what he is like. If I have time, I will try to get in touch with him more."

"He?" Yan Qiang smiled.

"He is the hardest and strictest player I have ever seen."

"Oh?" Ebert was slightly moved, and he really became more interested in Zheng Zhi.

"Then his success rate will be increased by at least half."

At this moment, his office door was knocked open.

Ebert looked up and looked surprised.

"Why are you back?"

Who is this person? Yan Qiang looked at it secretly. The middle-aged uncle with blond hair and blue eyes in front of him looked very vicissitudes. He was carrying a duffel bag on his shoulders, and it seemed that he hadn't cleaned it for a long time.

After he came in, he threw his luggage directly on the ground and sat on the sofa next to him.

"It's a breakup."
Chapter completed!