All-around center

Zhang Kai pushed forward with all his strength.

At the end of the game, the media reporters gathered around Su Ke for interviews.

Zhang Kai is very anxious.

Watching Su Ke leave after answering the last question.

In the crowd, Zhang Kai shouted directly in Chinese:

"Suke! Please give me some interview time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the media reporters turned around and looked over.

Suk also stopped.

Zhang Kai didn't care about the dissatisfied looks of the reporters around him. He immediately squeezed through the crowd and spoke like a barrage of words.

"I am a football reporter from China. My name is Zhang Kai. I would like to ask you some questions. Can I take a few minutes of your time?"

Zhang Kai looked over eagerly, hoping that Su Ke could answer him in Chinese.

The surrounding Italian reporters also looked at Zhang Kai curiously, mainly because they didn't understand what this guy was talking about.

Zhang Kai looked at Su Ke who tilted his head and looked at him, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

This made Zhang Kai feel slightly depressed.

Did you still hear wrongly?

Just when Zhang Kai was about to speak again in Italian, Su Ke spoke.

"Brother, where are you from?"

Speak fluent Chinese.

Damn it!

Zhang Kai never thought that someone would speak fluent Chinese on the Serie A stage.

"Changchun, Jilin!"

Zhang Kai shouted excitedly.

Su Ke smiled slightly: "People from the Northeast!"

Zhang Kai nodded repeatedly.

Suk walked over and asked, "Brother, what do you want to ask?"

Zhang Kai: "Where did you learn Chinese? Are you Chinese?"

After saying that, Zhang Kai wanted to give himself a slap in the face.

What a broken problem.

Suk smiled: "Croatian-Chinese!"

To be honest, Su Ke couldn't be sure which country this body belonged to.

But the spirit determines the body, so he is Chinese.

Moreover, Su Ke has double eyelids. Most Koreans have single eyelids. He cannot be Korean.

Japan. Well, I’m 1.8 meters tall! I can't be a kid!

"I don't have much time." Suk said, "Brother, if you have any questions, please ask."

"This this.."

Zhang Kai's mind was in chaos, and it was obvious that he had not thought about anything at all.

In other words, too many questions.

He didn't know what to ask.

Su Ke turned to look at the players' tunnel, leaned over and asked, "Brother, am I famous in China?"

Zhang Kai gave a thumbs up; "You are so famous! Don't you know that all Chinese people are watching Serie A?"

At this stage, Serie A's influence in China is unique.

What's more, Su Ke is still a player of AC Milan.

Su Ke blinked and asked expectantly: "Brother, what is my nickname in China?"

"Nickname?" Zhang Kai was confused.

Suk clasped his fingers: "Filippo is the ninth master, Ivan is the eighth master, I wear number ten, am I the tenth master?"

Zhang Kai was stunned for a moment.

Suk frowned; "Is that so? I don't have a nickname, do I?"

"Yes!" Zhang Kai said subconsciously; "You call me pilot!"

Suk tilted his head in confusion.

Zhang Kai smiled and sang.

"Shuke! Shuke! Shuke! Shuke! Shuke who flies the plane."

Su Ke turned around and left, despite Zhang Kai shouting at the top of his lungs. This time Su Ke left without looking back.

Fuck you, you big-headed devil!

I even drive the beta of a tank!

Netherlands, capital, Amsterdam.

The Croatian coach followed the address and found a house.

This is a two-story building near the port of Amsterdam.

The overall building looks extremely old. This is an old house.

Bilic followed Besic's guidance and came to find Van Steyak.

As a coach, Bilic believes that his greatest advantage is compatibility.

He doesn't know how to stick green onions in a pig's nose or pretend to be garlic!

If you don’t understand something, you just don’t understand it!

He will look for people with experience or talent to do specialized things.

For example, this time, he came to find Van Steyak and invited him to serve as a foreign consultant for the Croatian national team.

Of course, if he performs well, Bilic wouldn't mind letting him serve as his assistant coach.

Bang bang!

Knock on the door.

Bilic waited quietly.

After a while, the old door opened with a grinding sound.

A middle-aged man wearing a white vest, large pants, bald head, and an explosive beard walked out with a big belly.

The bald man looked at Bilic.

Bilic looked at the other party blankly, looked down at the photo in his hand, coughed dryly and said: "I'm looking for Van Stryak!"

The bald man glanced at him and nodded; "That's me."

Bilic: "."

"I'm looking for little Van Stryak!"

Van Steyak adjusted his beard and said solemnly: "There is only one Van Steyak here, and that's me!"

Bilic looked down at the photo again.

In the photo, he is clearly a spirited young man with thick hair.

"I am." Bilic just spoke.

Van Steyak waved his hand; "No need for introduction, Besic talked to me on the phone."

"Oh~Okay!" Bilic nodded.

"Come in!" Van Stryak opened the door and pointed into the house: "Come in and chat."

The two of them walked into the house together.

There was a strong smell of alcohol.

There were empty wine bottles tumbling down on the table, the floor and even the sofa.

The house was even more smoky and filled with the smell of smoke.

The curtains were sealed, making the room extremely dark.

Bilic placed the wine bottle on the coffee table, thus creating a space to sit.

Van Steyak walked over and opened the curtains and windows to let in the sunlight and ventilate the room.

"I don't know if you have heard about me."

"I led two teams to relegation in a row and completely lost the favor of the Dutch team. I also played the game with the largest score difference in the Netherlands. Even when I was behind, I encouraged the players to attack, Dutch media They all call me crazy!”

Vansteyak turned to look over.

"Do you think I'm crazy?"

Bilic nodded subconsciously, then quickly shook his head.

"No!"

Van Stryak grinned: "However, I don't care what they think. These guys can't understand my tactics at all. No one doesn't want to succeed. I also want to succeed, but they won't pay for my success." Pay the bill.”

"When I came to the Netherlands, I led the team to win the half-season championship. Ajax and PSV were suppressed by us. We were almost able to create glory!"

"But soon, we encountered a wave of injuries, and we had no one available. The most important thing is that the club wants money!"

“They sold a bunch of people in the winter window, and then sold them all in the summer window!”

"The second season, we were relegated and I was fired!"

Vansteyak touched his bald head and sneered, "The reason they gave is that I can't make money! I've obviously made a lot of money for them!"

Bilic looked at Van Stryak.

The latter coughed dryly and said: "My current financial situation is very difficult. I do need a job, but I don't want to lie to you. I have already gained a bad reputation in the Netherlands. Are you still willing to hire me?"

Bilic was silent for a moment: "Do you think there is hope for the current Croatian national team?"

"hope?"

Vansteyak grinned and said, "Are you looking down on Su Ke and Luca too much?"

"I have said it a long time ago that if they stay in Mostar Zlinjski for another 2-3 years and have a certain amount of funds to allow me to integrate the resources of the Bosnia and Herzegovina League, I can lead them through Europe. !”

Van Steyak is wild.

But this guy also has crazy capital.

His resume is indeed not very good, but this guy is definitely a talented head coach.

His ideas are wild and wild.

Even Besic was amazed.

"I need to run some tests on you," Bilic said.

Vansteyak nodded: "No problem, just treat it as a job interview."

Bilic: "I want to see Dinamo Zagreb's system take shape in the national team."

Van Steyak: "I can only give you Mostar Zlinyiski's system. I can tell you that that is the system that really suits you. Besic still plays too conservatively!"

As he spoke, Van Steyak took out a small tactical board from the utility column on the side.

He pressed the red round stickers in different positions.

"4-2-3-1 or 4-3-3, this is the most suitable system!"

"Two wingers, one is Su Ke and the other is"

Bilic immediately said: "Rakitic."

"Okay, two of them! They'll move like this"

Van Steyak pulled the circles representing Suker and Rakitic to the top.

"Winger?"

Vansteyak pulled back and pulled it near the center line.

"Avant-garde?"

Van Stryak continued to pull back into his own half.

"Fullback?"

Van Steyak: "There is no absolute position, the position will be blurred, but what is needed is to increase intensity, increase hardness, increase rhythm and increase integrity!"

"The center will retreat to his own penalty area to defend!"

"The central defender will also move forward to fight for the top!"

"The positions of the two wingers and full-backs blurred, going straight up and down, and even to the side!"

"The midfield organizes the retreat and is equipped with a defensive sweeper. There must be a metronome in the frontcourt to ensure effective pressure during counterattacks!"

Vansteyak said quietly.

"The most important thing is when attacking."

Van Steyak pressed all the tactical boards forward.

"On defense!"

All the circular stickers on the tactical board were pulled back.

Bilic was silent.

Mainly because I received too much subjective stimulation.

This guy is crazy!

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