Chapter 349: The Boy on the Fertile Soil

To be honest, if someone told Zhou Tiancheng in the past, there was a place in China where children would love football so much, even if they only had a tattered football, they didn’t even have professional sneakers or even sports shoes, but they were so passionate about football. Love, he absolutely does not believe it.

You must be talking about Brazil. He is likely to respond to the other party in this way.

As far as the local players are concerned, he may just regard football as a profession. To put it more vulgarly, it's just a means of making money.

Vulgarity is vulgarity, but that is the status quo. Having been with the national team for a long time, Zhou Tiancheng's biggest emotion is that he happened to start his career after going abroad for university.

Although he has entered the World Cup, Zhou Tiancheng knows in his heart that if conditions permit, he is more willing to play with Jiang Hao and the others who are studying abroad. It's very simple. Other domestic players have to rely on coaching. The awareness and talent of training since childhood are not on the same level.

Zhou Tiancheng even wondered if some teammates of the national team really loved football at the beginning. If they were sincerely committed and willing to practice, the basic skills would be so unsightly?

At least the energy of this investment is far less than these children. What Zhou Tiancheng saw in them was the most simple love for football, which can be seen in their eyes.

The 40-year-old coach who led the team looked at Zhou Tiancheng with bright eyes, stared at him for several seconds, and then asked the principal in a low voice uncertainly: "Zhou Tiancheng?"

The principal nodded slightly to make sure that he did not admit his mistake.

The middle-aged coach immediately grabbed Zhou Tiancheng vigorously, and said excitedly: "Great, Zhou Tiancheng! It's really you, can you teach these children? Can you?"

Zhou Tiancheng didn't expect this unkempt middle-aged coach to come up and pull him hard, and shouted so loudly. After recovering, Zhou Tiancheng nodded frequently: "No problem, no problem. You can rest assured."

The middle-aged coach was a little excited, and the children behind him also realized that the big brother who brought them the new football was not only a good man, but also might be very powerful, even the coach they respected and feared showed such an expression. Seeing Zhou Tiancheng nodding, the children also cheered.

This scene even surprised Li, the leader of the Adidas team who came with Zhou Tiancheng. He smiled and said to the principal behind him and the two leaders above: "I knew this would happen, haha!"

The leader of the County Sports Bureau whispered to him: "Coach Akbeyer is so excited. He has taught sports with us for more than 20 years. He has seen many talented seedlings. He really likes football.

To form this team, coach Akbeyer himself picked people from the first grade, and he didn't ask the school for a penny. We just established this team at the beginning of this year, and now we have already qualified for the first round of the round-robin competition in the northern Xinjiang region..."

Behind Zhou Tiancheng, when the two were communicating in low voices, Coach Akbeyer also held onto Zhou Tiancheng tightly, pleading in Mandarin mixed with a Uyghur accent, as if he was holding a glimmer of hope for these children. With a trace of helplessness: "Can you teach these children more? Our children here really love football, but... hey, we are in a remote village, and there are really no one to pay attention to it."

Zhou Tiancheng nodded again and again: "I can start now, no problem."

Coach Akbeyer nodded excitedly: "Please wait a moment, we still have a player who hasn't come."

Coach Akbeyer immediately turned around and scolded angrily: "Why hasn't Nizamati come yet? Doesn't he know that an important guest is coming today? This is his chance, damn it! Can any of you contact him? "

No one answered. When coach Akbeyer was getting annoyed, he saw a figure approaching from a distance, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "This kid, hey, it's okay, it's not too late."

When this figure approached, Zhou Tiancheng's eyes lit up. There was nothing special about the figure itself. It was his feet that caught Zhou Tiancheng's attention. The child used a stone as a football, and kept nodding his head on the palm-sized stone as he walked, without stopping in the middle.

Bumping the ball with his head continuously is not difficult for a professional player, but at this age and without professional training, this has to attract Zhou Tiancheng's attention.

Of course, this kid was not without mistakes. Coach Akbeyer yelled at him and distracted him. The stone that should be hit in the next second changed direction.

Zhou Tiancheng actually had a good impression of this child in his heart, but next, the child's actions made Zhou Tiancheng show a surprised expression.

Seeing that the stone was about to fall to the ground, he didn't intend to give up. This time he didn't need to catch it with his head. He leaned forward slightly and used his chest to unload the ball. Then he raised his leg and swung his tail with a juggling scorpion. Pick the "ball" behind you, then pick the ball back with the heel of your right foot, and step on it firmly.

Zhou Tiancheng's eyes brightened. Although the series of moves just now contained cool and ostentatious skills, not every talented child can complete the last two "balls".

Zhou Tiancheng keenly discovered that this child's reaction and judgment were faster than the speed of the "ball" falling, and this reaction ability is definitely not something that can be cultivated by practicing alone on weekdays.

"Does that kid often play games?" Zhou Tiancheng could tell at a glance that this was definitely the accumulation of actual combat experience.

"You talk about him!" Coach Akbeyer showed a trace of pride on his face: "He is the most talented kid among us. He was transferred from another county. Before he came here, he had already played many games for the local team. , Matty, come here!"

Coach Akbeyer shouted loudly, and the kid ran over quickly, his eyes naturally fell on the tallest Zhou Tiancheng, then he looked at the coach and asked suspiciously.

"His name is Nizamaiti." Coach Akbeyer first said to Zhou Tiancheng, and then turned his head to explain a few words to Nizamaiti. They were speaking in Uighur, and Zhou Tiancheng really couldn't understand it. .

After saying a few words, Coach Akbeyer yelled loudly. Zhou Tiancheng hurried over to persuade him. Coach Akbair was a little embarrassed: "I'm really sorry, my friend. This kid is not very obedient. He didn't hear For you, I have some doubts."

People in ethnic areas are also very straightforward, as long as they show enthusiasm and kindness, they will immediately regard you as a friend.

Zhou Tiancheng shook his head with a smile, and looked at Nizamati: "It doesn't matter if you don't know me, child, I think we will get to know each other soon."

This event originally had an interactive session between Zhou Tiancheng and these children, Zhou Tiancheng decided in his heart that he would definitely teach them all when the time comes.

Here is very barren, but here is a piece of fertile soil for football, for these seeds who already love football in their hearts.