On the August 1st Army Day in 2009, the experience of all the members of the national team studying at the border post left a very deep impression on everyone. The car on the return journey was quiet, and everyone had their own taste. Since childhood, Wang Ai has been holding his ears to class. They have a more thorough understanding of socialism, China, the era, and patriotism than any other national team. They always call themselves patriots.

Ordinary and arduous border guards, the national flag that rises with the rising sun every day, and the sentry behind the boundary marker, a job with a meager income and almost no reputation, and the days of the stars are boring, and the young soldiers keep their good years. In this quiet mountain.

Their fiery feelings have injected a gurgling spring into the hearts of the stars who have been floating on the top of the cloud for too long.

"Is it really impossible to publish?" The accompanying Shenyang Military Region military reporter asked the coaching staff again: "What a good material this is. The big stars of the national team go to the ordinary border posts to watch out and learn about the glory of our army. Tradition."

Liu Chunming listened with a smile, and the female reporter among them clutched the camera in her hands tightly, begging: "The military parade is about to come, and it should be the occasion."

Liu Chunming saw that the prevarication was over, so he approached the two reporters and said in a low voice: "Well, please understand. Most of our players are training in the European league. If your photos go out, it is likely to affect everyone’s career and the training effect. Eventually, it may hurt the combat effectiveness of our national team, so don’t see it."

"Where's the internal reference? Isn't the internal reference okay?"

Liu Chunming shook his head, and pointedly said: "The media from Hong Kong and Taiwan are so well informed. Where did it come from? If Hong Kong and Taiwan know it, the whole world will know it. However, you can keep the bottom and wait for the news of our lifting of the ban. I Think, no matter how many years have passed, this news is always valuable, right?"

"Then, how long will it take? You won't push it to decades later, right?"

Liu Chunming laughed: "It's not so exaggerated. In a few years, it will not exceed ten years at most, and five years if it is less."

Lao Gao also rarely interjected: "This military training is here to learn, and the learning effect is not good. If you don't play well in the World Cup next year, won't this be a tarnish to our military's honor? So we still have to be steady. In addition, we We have really succeeded in learning here, and we hope to keep the foreign counterparts secret. This is the source of our combat effectiveness, and it will be no good to be cracked."

Liu Chunming nodded: "So I said it takes ten years or five years at a time. Two World Cups? If we learn, stabilize and become accustomed to it, it doesn’t matter if we are guessed by our opponents. It’s not enough now. Please forgive me."

"Okay." The two reporters heard what Lao Liu and Lao Gao said, and they had no choice but to return to their original intentions. In fact, when they came, they said that they would not be able to report, but they did not give up, and they were also moved by everyone's heroic attitude when they took turns on the sentry.

"Then...is it okay to take a photo and sign?"

Old Liu Kan pointed to his nose jokingly: "Me? All right!"

Seeing the embarrassed expressions of the two young military region reporters, Liu Chunming smiled cheerfully; "You will ask them later, we don't care."

It was already night when the group was waiting to go back to Shenyang, and Luo Tongliang asked for leave: "I will get married tomorrow."

On holiday, Lao Luo returned home with his bag to work. Because he and Bai Guanghai’s wedding date was only six days away, and they were both during military training, considering their big goals for next year, both of them entrusted their affairs. Lao Luo was low-key and didn't plan to do a big deal, so the two people and beyond the brokerage company sent people to work together, it was easy. Lao Bai is different. He wants to do a big deal. He is also the first sports star in China to sell his wedding broadcast rights.

Although not much money, with the help of Liaoning Satellite TV's live broadcast signal, his popularity in the country will rise to a higher level.

So his business was a bit more troublesome, but he didn't take care of it personally. It was all the people from Little Meng's sister Galeoni and Liaoning TV. Anyway, on such big occasions, he is basically an "actor", and the director is no longer him.

Did you collect money?

On August 2nd, the national team had normal military training, but in the evening a collective bus from Beyond Sports arrived at the Liaozu Hotel to attend Luo Tongliang’s wedding. For the sake of confidentiality, or that the Lao Luo couple did not want to be disturbed, they wanted to live their little life quietly, so there was no wind outside, even the decoration outside the hotel.

Visitors wandering, taking pictures, playing, and visiting the Liaozu Theme Park completely unaware of it. They didn't know that the famous Luo Sanpao was doing the wedding upstairs.

In order to respond to Luo Tongliang's request, the national team also swiftly took the car. The bus stopped directly in the small parking lot of the Liaozu Hotel. Everyone went upstairs from the back door and arrived at the wedding scene.

In the evening, the people who had eaten the wedding banquet quietly retreated. Luo Tongliang stayed at home for one night and will report tomorrow. After waiting a few days for Lao Bai's wedding, the couple reunited with Lao Bai and went to the Maldives together.

At the same time, the national team's meetings on studying military ideas, self-searching for problems, and improving combat effectiveness have gradually entered the critical and critical stage. Zhang Zhaozhong's group, which had been silent before, also began to speak at the meeting. The exchanges between the two sides were sometimes mild and rainy, and sometimes thunder and lightning.

There is no room for concession in academic disputes. If you insist that your own is the truth, then you can only argue.

Wang Ai and Zhang Zhaozhong both quarreled, and the old man's eyebrows jumped.

Zhang Zhaozhong’s first suggestion made Wang Ai unacceptable and deeply questioned the national team: “Captain Wang, as the spiritual leader and de facto commander of the team, should stay in the command position instead of easily charging into the battle. According to the relevant thinking of our army, you should stay in the position where everyone can see you the most, and you can easily take care of all the players in the position, which is the midfielder."

Let Wang Ai play in midfield? Just kidding?

It’s not that he doesn’t know how to play midfield. The midfielders, wingers, wingbacks, and shadow fronts are all considered midfielders. They are two different things.

Isn't it crazy to waste Wang Ai's powerful offensive power to hit the midfield organization?

Wang Ai disagrees, Lao Gao disagrees, Lao Liu disagrees, Chen Tao disagrees, no one in the national team agrees, and even the opinions of Zhang Zhaozhong's team are not uniform.

And Professor Zhang's stubborn temper came up, saying: "I'm just suggesting. You have to ask me how to improve from the perspective of military thinking. This is my suggestion. In theory, this is smooth!"