Soccer: If they're using these kinds of cheats, what's the point of training?

"These past two days, there have been some things about me and the national youth team. The Football Association issued a statement saying it was normal training, but I was twisted and misunderstood that it was targeting me. They even said I was smearing Chinese football outside."

Ha, do I need to smear Chinese football? Don't you know how corrupt it is? My dad used to be a professional player, but he was kicked out of the football world because he caused the bookmakers to lose money while fixing matches.

My dad paid 200,000 yuan to get me into the national youth team. Only by getting into the national youth team could I sign with a good Chinese Super League or China League One team and have a good professional career. I didn't want to get in, but I didn't want to disappoint my dad.

The reason I'm being targeted everywhere is because after joining the national youth team, I was unwilling to continue supporting others and even blocked their path.

My father died in a car accident while rushing to the scene of a fight I got into with the team. My father was a microcosm of Chinese football: he was passionate, he was corrupt, football ruined his life, and ultimately, he died because of football.

Does Chinese football need me to smear it? Besides, someone from the Football Association sent a message to me through my domestic coach, telling me to stop talking nonsense and smearing it, otherwise they would completely cut off my path to the national team and prevent me from working in Chinese football.

First, I have never made false statements or slandered anyone. Second, I have never intended to return to the national team unless the Chinese Football Association is dissolved. Otherwise, I will never return to the national team or play football in China.

That's all I wanted to say. Please don't link me to Chinese football anymore. Regarding my experience with the national youth team, I will still speak out in foreign media interviews, because it's a true story. I won't remain silent to cover up anyone's mistakes and let the public mistakenly believe it's my personal problem.

After posting this Weibo message, Zhang Kuang decided not to pay any more attention to it.

However, after Sina called to verify his identity, they advised him to get real-name authentication, which would make him more authoritative.

So, Zhang Kuang uploaded his identification documents and completed the real-name authentication.

When domestic media saw this post published on the Weibo account of the verified user with yellow credentials, they immediately went crazy.

It goes without saying how crazy it was, and the relevant personnel of the Football Association were so angry that they slammed their fists on the table. They never expected that the arrogance had reached such a level that they had completely torn off all pretense of civility.

Some domestic media outlets wanted to interview Zhang Kuang in France, but he refused them all.

On January 19, the 21st round of Ligue 1 is about to kick off, and the entire Auxerre team travels to Nice by team bus.

The journey from Auxerre to Nice is about 450 kilometers and takes more than five hours by bus.

Zhang Kuang sat in the last row of the bus by the window, music playing in his headphones. His eyes were fixed on the French countryside rushing past outside the window, but his mind was elsewhere. Putting aside all the mess back home, he needed to seriously prepare for the upcoming competition.

He opened the system, ready to add points.

Current Qi and Blood Points: 177

177 points.

This is all the wealth he has accumulated since his debut.

"177 points, not a lot, not a little," Zhang Kuang calculated in his mind. "If I spend them all, I can add a lot of things."

He opened the system panel and reviewed his striker rating once again.

[Forward's overall rating: 82.97]

[Shooting: 70 / Positioning: 75 / Heading: 87.5 / Body: 99.38]

With a shot count of 70, he became the shortest player on the board.

Zhang Kuang frowned. In his style of play, shooting was the finishing touch—no matter how good the positioning or how strong the header, if the final shot always went wide, it was all for nothing.

"Add a shot."

The system interface redirects, and the "Shoot" item expands, listing ten sub-categories.

Zhang Kuang stared at the list, lost in thought.

[Shooting - Overall Rating: 70]

One-touch shot 74, outside-of-the-foot curler 51, ... finesse shot 69, long-range shot 77...

He stared at the list for a long time.

[One-touch shot] - The ability to shoot directly without stopping the ball. This ability is very important for strikers and is their biggest weapon. Many strikers have to receive the ball, control it, observe, adjust, and shoot, which greatly wastes opportunities. Top strikers can complete this process very quickly.

Therefore, this must be added.

【Clip shot】—also known as a curling shot, is an essential skill for cutting inside from the sides of the penalty area and shooting into the far corner.

[Lob shot] - An elegant solution when facing an onrushing goalkeeper.

The outside-of-the-foot curler – this is a less-known skill, but when used well, it's a deadly weapon. Carlos, Cuadrado, and Quagliarella are all masters of this. Although Zhang Kuang is a striker, he inevitably receives the ball outside the penalty area during matches, and the curler from the outside of his foot is often harder to save than the instep.

[Long Shots] - He's already at 77 points. In a league like Ligue 1, a long shot rating of 77 is enough to make him a threat from about 25 meters away from the goal.

But to truly become that kind of long-range shooter who can "fire freely from outside the penalty area," you need at least a score of 90. Currently, the highest long-range shooting rating in the world is Messi with 94 points, followed by Ronaldo with 93 points. Both of them can shoot freely from outside the penalty area, scoring all sorts of world-class goals.

Therefore, this also needs to be added.

"That's settled then." Zhang Kuang made a decision in his mind.

All four skills—outer foot curve, finesse shot, lob shot, and single-shot—should be increased to 85 points, and long-range shot to 95 points.

Hehe, he just wants to make his long-range shooting the best in the world, surpassing Messi and Ronaldo, so that he can shoot wildly from outside the penalty area and score world-class goals at will.

After this round of point additions, his overall shooting rating reached 79.91 points, while his overall forward rating reached 85.45 points.

Wow, over 85 points! That's a truly world-class striker. Of course, he's still about ten points away from being a top striker, and much further behind Ronaldo and Messi. In this Messi-Ronaldo era, to compete with them, you need not only good striker stats, but also good winger and attacking midfielder stats. You need to be an all-around attacking warrior.

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He scored 82.97 points in his debut on January 16, including a hat trick.

He currently has a score of 85.45.

In other words, he is now a bit stronger than when he made his debut.

January 20, Nice, Allianz Riviera Stadium.

This stadium, which can hold 35,000 people, is Nice's home. Tonight, the attendance is about 80%, not a full house.

Although it was a Wednesday night match, a midweek game, Nice fans still filled most of the stadium. It wasn't because Auxerre was particularly strong, but because the Chinese kid's hat-trick in the last round was so interesting; they wanted to see for themselves if he was really that good.

The competition officially began at 3:45 PM.

Nice coach Didier Ole Nicole was clearly well-prepared. Nice's starting formation was 4-2-3-1, and the task of the two holding midfielders, Digal and Fofana, was very simple—to shut down Pedretti's passing lanes and prevent the ball from being comfortably passed to Zhang and Yellen.

The tactic worked for the first fifteen minutes.

Zhang Kuang had a very difficult time in the attacking third – every time he got the ball, Digar or Fofana would immediately close in, and not only close in, but also with all sorts of dirty tricks.

Pulling jerseys, pressing knees, pinching the soft flesh in the waist... they do these dirty tricks in the referee's blind spot with ease.

However, Zhang Kuang knows how to play the game. Their actions do no damage to Zhang Kuang, but his counterattacks can double their pain because he is a cultivator.

So the first time these two tried to play dirty tricks on Zhang Kuang, he didn't retaliate. The second time they came, Zhang Kuang retaliated by raising his middle finger joint and using a short burst of force to strike the areas of the body most prone to pain.

Examples include the junction of the sternal border and costal cartilage in the anterior chest region, the tips of the "floating ribs" at the lower edge of the ribs on the lateral abdomen, the "sutures" near the spine on the medial border of the scapula, and the interspinous spaces in the midline of the back.

"what!"

With a scream, Digar clutched his chest and collapsed to the ground. All eyes turned to him as Zhang Kuang spread his hands innocently, complaining to the referee.

"Referee, he was racist, called me a yellow-skinned monkey, and said he would take me down. Then he suddenly fell down in front of me, pretending that I had attacked him."

"Fuck, you're talking nonsense, you yellow-skinned..."

The referee immediately pulled out a yellow card: "Digard, I'm warning you, don't be racist on the field, or I will report you to the football association for a ban, or even to FIFA for a global blacklist."

Dighar: "NO, NO, NO..." He was terrified; if that were the case, his career would be over.

Referee: "Apologize to Zhang right away, or I'll include it in the report."

Digar: "I'm sorry, Zhang, I just spoke without thinking."

Zhang Kuang: "Brother, loose lips sink ships. Be careful next time."

Zhang Kuang pretended to hug him, then pinched his waist hard. Just as Digar was about to cry out, Zhang Kuang whispered in his ear, "Bear with it, or you won't get this."

Digar looked at Zhang Kuang in horror, a deep fear rising in his eyes.