In the subsequent joint training, De Gea's saves were indeed good. Zhang Kuang felt that he could compete with Neuer. Neuer was slightly more outstanding than him in the goalkeeper tactics. De Gea was relatively more traditional, like a traditional goalkeeper.
De Gea also felt the impact of Zhang Kuang. Of all Zhang Kuang's shots, he saved at most three, and he could do nothing about the other seven. This really shocked him. Only then did he officially feel that the power of the world's number one shooter was far beyond that of the second-rate shooters Spain.
Of course, the more this happens, the more excited De Gea is. Young people are still eager to learn, so they will be very excited when they meet an opponent who can improve their skills.
During the following training, Zhang Kuang noticed a problem: after Scholes retired, Manchester United's midfielder lost a top organizer.
Carrick is very good, but he is not as good as Scholes in controlling the rhythm and passing the ball forward.
Of course, not only he saw it, but Ferguson and Phelan also saw that they were discussing something.
Zhang Kuang took the initiative to find Ferguson and chatted for ten minutes on the sideline of the training ground.
"BOSS, Paul's departure has a great impact on our midfield. The midfielder's ability to play the ball has dropped a lot."
Ferguson chewed gum and sighed, "I know, but Paul retired and he doesn't want to play anymore."
Zhang Kuang asked, "What should we do?"
Ferguson: "We haven't found any good substitutes yet. Do you have any good suggestions?"
Zhang Kuang thought for a while, "Three suggestions, first, let Scholes come back, second, promote internally, such as another young Paul, Paul·Pogba is quite suitable. Third, spend money to buy one outside, but there are not many top midfielders on the market, and it is difficult to dig.
According to my observation of past Premier League team battles, Tottenham Hotspur's Modrić is quite good, I wonder if I can buy it."
Ferguson glanced at him. "Are you serious?"
Zhang Kuang nodded. "Seriously, of course, it's just a suggestion. If you want to train your own player, then Pogba, he will become a top midfielder in the future, he has great potential.
If you want to buy someone who is more mature and younger, then Modrić is a player who is both affordable and capable.
If you feel that neither is suitable, then call Paul back, ask him not to retire, and let him play for another year or two."
Ferguson was silent for a while. "I will seriously consider it, Zhang. Thank you for your suggestion."
Zhang Kuang: "Oh, I am also doing it for the team, mainly for myself. I am not satisfied with just getting an UEFA Champions League when I come to Manchester United. I want to get an UEFA Champions League next season, but it won't work without strong teammates."
Ferguson: "Okay, if you have this intention, that's the best."
--
That night, Ferguson dialed Scholes's phone number.
The phone call lasted for nearly twenty minutes. Ferguson persuaded him to come back, but Scholes was silent for most of the time.
Finally, he said, "Boss, I'm thirty-five years old, and my decision to retire was a well-thought-out decision. Finally, I retired when I got one UEFA Champions League, and I was satisfied. I got three UEFA Champions Leagues on Manchester United, and I'm very satisfied, and I really don't want to play anymore."
Ferguson sighed, "Don't you regret it? We will win UEFA Champions League this season."
Scholes: "Boss, I know that as long as Zhang is still in the team, it is very possible to get UEFA Champions League, but I am not greedy, I have already decided."
Ferguson hung up the phone, let out a long sigh, then turned to Phelan and said, "Paul is no longer coming back."
Phelan sighed and expressed helplessness, "Then listen to Zhang Kuang's suggestion? Do you want to promote Pogba, or poach Modrić?"
Ferguson rubbed his temples. "Let me think about it, that Croatia person from Tottenham Hotspur, I don't know if Levy will let him go unless we offer a sky-high price."
Phelan gritted his teeth. "Then we have to negotiate carefully."
Ferguson: "Let Pogba practice with the first team first and see how things go."
Early the next morning, when Paul·Pogba was informed to join the first team for training, he seemed to be filled with new hope.
He almost wanted to transfer, but he didn't expect... Could the opportunity come again?
When he heard Phelan say that Zhang Kuang recommended him, he was very excited. He vowed that if he gained a foothold in the first team, he would pass the ball to Zhang Kuang more often.
--
Putting the team's affairs aside for now, Japan's summer nights are hot and humid, but after training, the Manchester United players are always looking for ways to relax.
There is no way, even if the temperature is not high, but they are in Japan. Whenever a man comes to this place, his whole body will be inexplicably hot and unbearable, and he always wants to dissipate the heat.
That night, Rooney took a group of people to a 'special massage parlor' in Osaka Shinsaibashi, which was said to have authentic maid-style massage services.
Zhang Kuang originally didn't want to go, but was forced to go.
When he arrived at the store, Rooney really experienced the treatment of a 'hero'. He was surrounded by several technicians in maid uniforms for massage. He lay on the tatami and screamed, "This! This... ah, absolutely! I want to increase the clock, I want to upgrade, and I want to go to the third floor."
"Haha..."
It was almost twelve o'clock when we got back to the hotel.
Zhang Kuang stood on the balcony and looked at the night view of Osaka Bay. The night wind carried the smell of sea water, and the lights of the port in the distance were broken into pieces on the water.
The new season is about to begin.
On July 16, Manchester United played a warm-up match against FC Tokyo in Osaka Nagai Stadium.
The weather was hot, and there were nearly 30,000 fans in the stands, most of whom came for Zhang Kuang.
He did a heel pick during warm-ups before the game, and a burst of screams erupted from the stands.
In Ferguson's starting lineup, Zhang Kuang formed a front three with Rooney and Berbatov, and Pogba was arranged to partner with Carrick and Anderson in the midfield.
After the game started, Manchester United's offensive rhythm was very fast.
In the 11th minute, Zhang Kuang caught the ball at the top of the penalty area, and FC Tokyo was flanked by two defensive players, one on the left and one on the right.
He did not force a breakthrough, but knocked the ball with his heel and passed the ball to Carrick who came in behind. Carrick then split the ball to Anderson. Anderson passed the ball. Rooney headed the ball towards the goal, but it was saved by the goalkeeper.
There was a cry of regret in the stands.
In the 23rd minute, Zhang Kuang received a long pass from Evra near the center circle. He stopped the ball with his chest and turned around. FC Tokyo's central defender rushed forward, but he just moved his left foot and right foot and passed him cleanly.
The remaining thirty meters are covered entirely by speed.
He flashed across the turf like a red lightning, and the FC Tokyo defenders were chasing after him but getting further and further away. After breaking into the penalty area, facing the attacking goalkeeper, he just made a slight dunk, swayed away from the angle, and pushed into the empty goal.
1:0.
After scoring the goal, Zhang Kuang did not celebrate wildly, but just waved to the stands.
But the stands were going crazy, especially the female fans who were holding up photos of him, and their screams almost overturned the roof of the stadium.
In the 38th minute, this time it was a direct pass from Pogba after intercepting the ball in the midfield. Zhang Kuang stopped the ball at the penalty area line, adjusted and kicked off. The whole process took less than two seconds, and the ball penetrated into the lower right corner of the goal with spin.
2:0.
Pogba ran over to him excitedly and hugged him. Zhang Kuang patted the back of his head. "The pass was good, but it will be better to throw the ball half a second earlier next time."
Pogba nodded vigorously.
In the second half, Ferguson replaced most of the substitutes, and Zhang Kuang was replaced in the 55th minute.
When he came off the field, the audience stood up and applauded, and some FC Tokyo fans even clapped.
He sat on the bench and watched his teammates continue the game.
In the end, Manchester United won the game 5 to 1. In the second half, Rooney and Park Ji-sung each scored a goal, and Berbatov also scored a goal.
After the game, the head coach of FC Tokyo said at the press conference, "We can't guard Zhang Kuang. This is normal. There are not many people in the world who can guard him. There is nothing to be ashamed of losing with Manchester United by a big score. He is the UEFA Champions League champion and has a super shooter on the team. We can't compare."
After the game, Ferguson praised FC Tokyo's Japan players No. 7, 10, and 13, praising them for their good performance.
The reporter asked him if he would consider introducing Japan players, and Ferguson said that he would consider it if there were suitable ones. He never rejected Asia players. Currently, there are Park Ji-sung and Zhang Kuang in the team, all of whom are Asia players.
On July 18, Manchester United moved to Gamba Osaka's home court, Expo '70 Commemorative Stadium.
In this game, Zhang Kuang played for 60 minutes and scored 4 goals.
The first goal was a header in the 7th minute.
Evra made a pass from the left, and Zhang Kuang forced himself to take off when surrounded by two central defenders. He stayed in the air for an absurdly long time, and his header hit the ground and bounced into the net.
Gamba Osaka's goalkeeper stood on the goal line and didn't even jump. He simply misjudged the landing point.
The second goal was a long shot in the 22nd minute.
Zhang Kuang received Berbatov's counterattack from outside the penalty area, set his bow and arrow, and fired a heavy shot.
The ball hit the dead center like a shell. The goalkeeper flew to save it, his fingertips touched the ball, but he was unable to change the direction.
The third goal was a free kick in the 41st minute. Zhang Kuang was brought down outside the penalty area and the referee awarded a free kick. He personally took the kick and deceived the goalkeeper with an elevator kick into the lower left corner.
The fourth goal was a steal in the 55th minute.
Carrick took a corner kick, Zhang Kuang accurately found the landing point in the crowd, volleyed and the ball went in.
After leading 4:0, Ferguson replaced him in the 60th minute.
When Zhang Kuang walked off the court, Gamba Osaka's fans actually applauded him.
Zhang Kuang responded by applauding towards the stands.
In the end, Manchester United won the game 6 to 2. Gamba Osaka's two goals were scored after Zhang Kuang came off the field.
On July 20, the entire Manchester United team flew to South Korea Seoul.
On the plane, Rooney approached Zhang Kuang mysteriously. "Have you asked Park Ji-sung why you are so popular at South Korea?"
Zhang Kuang: "Ah? I have forgotten about this a long time ago."
Zhang Kuang said and turned around to find Park Ji-sung: "Old Park, I heard that I am very popular in South Korea. What's going on?"
Park Ji-sung said with a complicated expression, "Because South Korea's... well... female fans especially like your type."
Zhang Kuang:"My type? What type am I?"
Park Ji-sung: "What do you think? How many topics about your private life have been exposed? Don't you know that your specialties are very popular among women? And now South Korea women are all about feminism and so on. They just want to pursue someone like you who can satisfy them."
Zhang Kuang had a look of shock on his face. "Let me put it into perspective, this, that, is there such a thing?"
Park Ji-sung:"This is true."
Zhang Kuang:"South Korea Men can't satisfy them? They..."
"Cough, cough, cough..." Park Ji-sung was a little ashamed and embarrassed to open his mouth. What could he say?
Say that South Korea women try every means to insult South Korea men?
Do you think the antagonism between men and women in South Korea has reached the point of incompatibility?
So, now South Korea women are only crazy about super strong men from abroad?
--
When the plane landed at Incheon International Airport, Zhang Kuang finally understood what Rooney meant.
Approximately tens of thousands of fans gathered at the exit, three times more than at Japan.
Moreover, most of the people holding placards were young women, and the things written on the placards were all kinds of different.
Zhang Kuang walked out under the escort of security personnel, and the screams of the female fans came in waves like waves.
Some people held up signs saying 'Zhang Kuang OPPA!', some held up 'Zhang Kuang, marry me!', and others held up 'Zhang Kuang, you are the lover of my dreams, I will give birth to a monkey for you!'
As soon as these messy signs were displayed, everyone in the Manchester United team was dumbfounded. Almost everyone was envious of Zhang Kuang. Think about how happy and crazy there are so many female fans who want to sleep with you.
Zhang Kuang was stunned and turned to look at Park Ji-sung: "What's going on?"
Park Ji-sung shrugged helplessly. "I told you, you are very popular in South Korea, that's all!"
The team did not stop at the airport, let alone sign autographs and take photos with the fans, for fear of causing a safety incident.
After finally squeezing out of the airport and getting on the bus, Zhang Kuang sat in the window seat, looking at the female fans who were still chasing the bus outside, feeling in a trance for a while.
After the bus entered the Seoul city, Park Ji-sung came over from the front row and sat next to him, with a strange expression.
"Zhang Kuang."
"Huh?"
Park Ji-sung's Korean English was very low. "There is something... I don't know whether I should tell you or not."
"You said."
"Tonight, there is a group of... um... women... who want to ask you to meet." Park Ji-sung's expression was very subtle, "They said they were willing to pay, a lot of money, about 2 million US dollars."
Zhang Kuang blinked. "How much? Two, two million? US dollars?"
"Yes, 2 million US dollars." Park Ji-sung coughed, "But you know, it's... that kind of payment."
Zhang Kuang was silent for five seconds, and then smiled, "Old Park, you are not kidding me, are you? And you know my taste, I like young and beautiful people, and don't want plastic surgery."
Park Ji-sung glanced at the teammates around him but didn't look over. He took out his tablet and clicked on a series of photos.
"Look, these are these people. I guarantee they are the same in person as in the photos. They were introduced by my former teammates. They said they just wanted to show you... the majesty of the world's number one shooter." Park Ji-sung blushed after saying it himself, "Don't get me wrong, I'm just passing on a message. If you don't want to, I'll refuse."
Zhang Kuang took the tablet, looked at the photos of a dozen women, and leaned on the seat to think about it.
He really doesn't need money, let alone make money from this.
But then I thought about it, on the football field he has already proved the China man's footwork, and now he has the opportunity to show off his all-round abilities in front of this arrogant nation, South Korea. It doesn't seem like a bad thing.
South Korea people have to compare everything with China and then prove to be better than China?
What if South Korea woman takes the initiative to find China man?
Hiss, this made him very impulsive.
What's more, the other party brought it to your doorstep and was willing to pay. This transaction is not a loss at all.
"Then, I'll meet them, chat with them, and feel the enthusiasm of South Korea women. No problem, right?"
Park Ji-sung opened his mouth, was he agreeing? Although he felt a little uncomfortable, he finally nodded. "Okay, I'll make arrangements."
At ten o'clock that night, three black nanny cars were parked outside the gate of the training base. Park Ji-sung confirmed that no one was following them before letting Zhang Kuang get in the car.
The car drove into a high-end club Seoul Gangnam District and entered a private box through the back door.
Zhang Kuang The moment he opened the door, he almost thought he had gone to the wrong place.
There were more than a dozen women sitting in the box, all of them young, outstanding-looking, and dressed in their own styles, ranging from pure to sexy.
Some people are wearing dresses, some are wearing short skirts with high heels, and some are wearing Korean traditional modified dresses.
The moment they saw him come in, everyone's eyes lit up.
A woman with long wavy hair and exquisite makeup stood up and said in fluent English: "Mr. Zhang, we are your loyal fans. Thank you for coming to see us."
Zhang Kuang sat down on the sofa and took the wine glass from her. "Are you... watching the football or watching me?"
The women all laughed, their laughter clear and clear.
The woman with long wavy hair said, "Look, we have watched every one of your UEFA Champions League games. We watched your final in Wembley together in the Seoul bar. When you scored, the whole bar shouted your name."
"Call my name?"
"Yes." The wavy-haired woman came closer, "Because you are so... powerful. Are your muscles real? Can I touch them?"
Zhang Kuang is speechless, is this woman so impatient?
After she finished speaking, the atmosphere in the box changed subtly.
Zhang Kuang picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then put it down.
"Then tonight..." He leaned on the back of the sofa with a smile on his face, "I'll let you take a good look at how powerful this power is. But... I don't like being in such public places, maybe someone will take pictures of me."
"Haha, don't worry, let's go to one of our private villas..."
That night, in a certain building in Seoul Gangnam District, some kind of cross-border 'cultural exchange' continued until dawn.
Of course, it is inconvenient to expand on the details.
When Zhang Kuang left, all the women fell asleep, and one woman was still talking in her sleep. "Ah... it's so messy, South Korea men can't compare to one ten thousandth of Zhang Kuang... so cool!"
Zhang Kuang was a little speechless. If there was nothing else to do, I would have to let them know what it means to feel better!