Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

not to mention.

Lin Qi is still a Chinese player.

If Lippi really takes over as coach of the Chinese national team, Lin Qi will be an indispensable core player.

Given Lin Qi's current rate of advancement...

In the future, he is likely to become the most terrifying attacking weapon in all of Asia.

Coaching players like this.

It would be attractive to any head coach.

Even Lippi.

But that's where the problem lies.

One Lin Qi is not enough.

The national team is not a club.

No matter how strong a striker is, he can't solve all the problems by himself.

No one is passing the ball to them in midfield.

The defense kept making mistakes.

The ball can't be passed out from the flanks.

The goalkeeper made a basic mistake.

to the end.

No matter how many goals Lin Qi scores, he may not be able to fill the gap left by the whole team.

But what if the grades are not good?

The outside world will not say that Chinese football has a poor foundation.

I wouldn't say the selection of materials was chaotic.

It wouldn't be said that the system is outdated.

They will only say:

Lippi is getting old.

Lippi is no longer good.

Lippi's reputation has been ruined in his later years.

Therefore, Lippi must make the conditions absolutely clear.

Absolute power must be obtained.

Otherwise, he would rather not go.

Madaloni looked at him.

He asked softly:

"You actually really want to bring Lin Qi along, right?"

Lippi did not answer immediately.

He picked up the water glass.

I took a sip.

Then I looked at the TV screen.

on the screen.

Lin Qizheng is shaking hands with Honda.

Two Asian players are standing on the San Siro pitch.

A long time passed.

Lippi then slowly said:

"A player like that."

"Who wouldn't want to bring one?"

Madaloni smiled.

Lippi added another sentence:

"But I won't do it for a genius."

"Jump into a rotten well."

He put down his water glass.

His gaze sharpened again.

"If they want me to go."

"The well water must be drained first."

"otherwise."

"Lin Qi is strong again."

"They'll be dragged down by that well too."

……

noon the next day.

After having lunch at the hotel, the entire Sampdoria team boarded a plane back to Genoa.

The plane taxied off the runway.

The engine roar gradually intensified.

Milan outside the window receded little by little beneath the wing.

take off.

The city began to sink.

The streets became thin lines.

The buildings have been transformed into blocks.

The massive stadium of San Siro gradually receded from the edge of our view.

The lights of last night.

The boos from last night.

The oppressive feeling in the red and black stands last night.

As the plane climbed, it gradually transformed into a quiet scene.

Clouds swept past the window.

Sunlight fell on the wings.

It's like plating that piece of metal with a light layer of silver.

Milan is getting further and further away.

Inside the cabin.

The atmosphere was much more relaxed than when we arrived.

Some people closed their eyes to catch up on sleep.

Someone is wearing headphones and listening to music.

Some people are still watching the replay of last night's goal.

Lin Qi sat by the window.

Torreira sat next to him.

This usually shy, short Uruguayan man was noticeably more talkative today.

Perhaps it's because the winnings have been credited to my account.

Perhaps it was last night's victory that brought everyone closer together.

"Forest."

Torreira suddenly spoke.

"How do you think one should choose when buying a house?"

Lin Qi turned to look at him.

Are you really planning to buy a house?

Torreira nodded.

His expression was very serious.

"I originally wanted to buy my dad a car."

"But then I thought about it, and the car will depreciate in value."

"The houses are different."

"I want to buy Grandpa a nicer house."

"Let him take care of you in your old age."

"My dad can live with us too."

His eyes softened as he said this.

"My family had a tough time before."

"If I can earn more money now, I should make sure they live a better life first."

Lin Qi looked at him.

He didn't speak immediately.

On the football field, Torreira is like a little fighting dog.

Fight for it.

Cut it off.

Close-fitting.

He dares to go head-to-head with players who are much taller and bigger than him.

But once he leaves the field, he is still just a young man in his early twenties.

I just made some money.

My first thought wasn't a sports car.

It's not a nightclub.

It's not a designer watch.

Instead, it was to buy a house for Grandpa.

Lin Qi smiled.

"Good."

Torreira then asked:

"I've also heard that China has a pretty good public security situation."

"It seems safer than Europe."

"If I have the chance in the future, I'd like to go and see it too."

Lin Qi thought for a moment.

"China's public security is indeed quite good."

"Especially in big cities."

"You don't usually need to worry too much about going out to eat at night."

Torreira's eyes lit up.

"And what about housing prices?"

Lin Qi: "..."

The problem suddenly became a reality.

Torreira continued:

"I've heard that many cities in China are developing very rapidly."

"Would buying a house be a good investment?"

Lin Qi remained silent for a moment.

Memories of my past life slowly surfaced.

2016 years.

Housing prices in many Chinese cities are currently experiencing an extremely dramatic upward cycle.

Many people believe that house prices will always rise.

I feel like I'm losing out if I wait even a day to buy.

But he knew.

Some people who buy at high prices will later be trapped in a long cycle.

Professional athletes seem to earn a lot of money.

But the golden age only lasts a few years.

Injuries, form, transfers, contracts—everything is subject to change.

Ordinary people too.

Players too.

The worst thing is to throw away all your hard-earned money when you're at your most enthusiastic.

"Don't rush."

Lin Qi said earnestly.

"At least don't buy things recklessly now."

Torreira was taken aback.

Why?

Lin Qi leaned back in his seat.

Lower your voice:

"I feel that housing prices in many parts of China are already very high."

"Going in now is quite risky."

"Whoever buys at the peak may be trapped for a long time."

Torreira listened very attentively.

Lin Qi continued:

"You play professional football, so your income is indeed higher than that of the average person."

"But a professional career only lasts a few years."

"Money comes quickly."

"But if you spend money recklessly, it will disappear quickly."

"It's a good thing that you want to buy a house for your family."

"But don't be fooled by others."

"Let's play it safe for now."

"Save more cash."

"Buy what you really need."

"Don't buy things that seem likely to go up in price."

Torreira nodded slowly.

It's as if he's memorized all those words.

"Thank you."

He looked at Lin Qi.

Suddenly he smiled.

"You're about the same age as me."

"But you know a lot."

"It seems that Chinese education really is as legendary as people say."

"That's impressive."

Lin Qi's expression froze.

It's hard to say whether Chinese education is powerful or not.

But if a reborn person understands the housing price cycle, it doesn't really seem like an educational achievement.

He could only vaguely reply:

"Read more books."

Torreira immediately showed great respect.

"I want to watch more too."

Sitting on the other side of the aisle, B. Fernandes held a tablet in his hand, intending to use the flight time to review several offensive moments from yesterday's game with Lin Qi.

For example, that 45-degree cross.

For example, the back post run before the third ball.

For example, AC Milan's midfield collapse when they were down to ten men.

He listened for a long time.

The conversation has shifted from reviewing the match to discussing housing prices in China, family asset allocation, and the financial risks of professional athletes.

B tried to interrupt several times.

I haven't found an opportunity yet.

He watched Torreira's earnest pursuit of his studies.

Then I looked at Lin Qi's expression, which seemed to say, "I don't know why I talked about the real estate cycle on the plane."

In the end, he could only silently put the tablet down.

Forget it.

Let them finish talking about the house before discussing tactics.

Just then.

Suddenly, the voice of Captain Viviano came from the front row.

"Wait a moment."

"Where is Muriel?"

……