Will I hurt you if I score like this?

Chapter 28 Xiao Li, pour me a glass of water

On the morning of August 8, the plane landed at Amsterdam Schiphol Airport.

After communicating with the head coach of the Dutch team Van Marwijk, the originally enthusiastic Dutch coach said that Li Wei was selected for the national team for the first time and had not been back to Amsterdam for a long time, so the staff of the national team should pick him up at the airport.

The reason for such concerns is also because of the characteristic industries of the city of Amsterdam.

The Netherlands is a very open, even a bit of a bohemian country.

Even in the naturalization answer sheet, you must answer the question "Do you discriminate against homosexuals?" If you answer no, you will be considered as not agreeing with the national conditions of the Netherlands.

Although Western European countries are known as open, they are very conservative compared with the Netherlands.

The capital Amsterdam has the largest and most developed red light district in the world.

Even the famous sq website has set up its main database in the Netherlands.

Van Marwijk worried that his young teenager would linger in the gentle countryside and be eaten up by the acclimated girls in Amsterdam.

After being politely rejected by Li Wei and saying that he would return to the team as soon as possible, Van Marwijk was relieved.

After arriving in Amsterdam, Li Wei certainly did not rush to the training base immediately.

Instead, I called a taxi and headed to Chinatown in the old district of the center of Amsterdam. The Netherlands is one of the earliest Western European countries where Chinese immigrated. As early as the last century, there was a large-scale influx of immigrants from the port city, and they took root here.

The main streets are also marked in both Chinese and Dutch.

Next to it is the famous red light district De Wallen.

Li Wei came to a Huaguo martial arts gym and bought some sports equipment.

"Wow, judging by your posture, are you a Lianjiazi?"

A tall, strong man with chest muscles protruding like a hill under his kung fu shirt looked at Li Wei skillfully juggling nunchucks and let out a sigh of admiration.

His Chinese pronunciation is quite standard, but his appearance is a standard Western European appearance with blond hair and blue eyes. On his bare neck, there is a tattoo of dragon flying and phoenix dancing, and his blond hair is tied in a bun.

"Your Chinese is pretty good." Li Wei nodded politely and praised.

"Of course, I am a serious apprentice and have studied Huaguo Kungfu for four years."

The blond man was full of pride, bowed and cupped his fists to salute Li Wei, and Li Wei also slightly returned the salute.

"Get to know me, my name is William."

"Levy."

"May I ask who you studied under?" Li Wei asked curiously.

"I studied while studying in the UK." William immediately turned serious.

"Mr. Ma Baoguo, Chairman of the British Hunyuan Taijiquan Association."

Li Wei frowned and almost froze.

Ma Baoguo, the later famous Kung Fu master, accompanied his son to study in the UK in 2001. Due to lack of tuition fees, he had to open a school to teach apprentices. At that time, he claimed to be hailed as the "Kung Fu King" by the British martial arts circle.

"Long time, long time."

Li Wei was already planning to slip away.

"To be honest, brother, you should choose this iron one. This kind of wooden one is for beginners. It's okay to deceive foreigners."

"No need."

Li Wei left the martial arts hall after saying goodbye.

"If you have time, you can come to me for a discussion. Let me show you my 'hair extension'."

The Dutch team borrowed Ajax's training camp for this training camp, which is located outside the city of Amsterdam.

Right next to the Arena Amsterdam, home of Ajax.

The taxi passed through buildings, scenic forests and farmland, and Levi arrived at the training base.

Although many things along the way have changed from the impression in memory, Li Wei still felt a sense of familiarity.

From the age of five to 13, the original owner spent seven years here.

This is much longer than the time since he joined La Masia.

"Are you a member of the Ajax academy?"

The cheerful, bearded taxi driver turned his head and accosted Levi, who caught a glimpse of the Ajax club hat on his head, the Dutch giants that are almost always fans in Amsterdam.

"It used to be." Levi said with a smile.

It is difficult to describe in words how brilliant Ajax was.

In the 1994/95 season, under the leadership of the famous coach Van Gaal, Ajax won the championship with 27 wins and 7 draws, and successively defeated Bayern and AC Milan in the Champions League to win the Champions League.

But that became Ajax's last glory. After the Bosman Act was introduced, the team's core Kluivert, Seedorf, Kanu and others left one after another.

Since then, the loss of a large number of players has led to the decline of the Eredivisie, the Soviet Super League and the Portuguese Super League to varying degrees.

This Eredivisie giant, which once won three consecutive Champions League titles and has collected authentic Champions League titles, has come to the same ending as teams like Celtic and Benfica.

"Then you are still a professional player?" the taxi driver asked again.

"Yes."

"You're definitely not playing in the Eredivisie. I know everyone, especially Ajax. Hey, Luis Suarez is just amazing. I hope he stays at Ajax forever."

"I see you are young, where do you play football?"

"La Liga is currently in the Espanyol." Li Wei nodded and said with a smile.

"Spanish. Hell, I know who you are, I read the news."

The taxi driver slapped his head and became excited, so scared that Li Wei hurriedly reminded him to watch the road.

"You're the new kid on the national team, aren't you?"

"Van Marwijk said he would give you the No. 14 jersey. What kind of ecstasy did you give him? Do you know whose jersey it is?"

"The great Johan Cruyff." Levi wisely added a modifier.

"That's right, that's right." The driver's stern expression softened a bit.

"They annoyed the fans by giving the number 14 to Bauma at the Euros, and now they give it to a kid."

There are already quite a few news vehicles and reporters holding long guns and short cannons waiting outside the base, and taxis must not be able to get in. Fortunately, Li Wei has already said hello in advance.

"Hey, boy. Be good in that jersey."

After leaving the car, the bearded driver roared behind Li Wei.

"Otherwise I guarantee you won't be able to get a taxi in Amsterdam."

Li Wei soon met the Dutch coach Van Marwijk, as well as the former coach and current Ajax club coach Van Basten.

Seeing the latter made Li Wei even more excited, but he didn't show it.

Known as the "center forward template", the Dutch forward is tall and burly, with a hard-line handsome face and gray hair mixed in.

"We have noticed you for a long time," Van Basten said.

"During the period when you and La Masia performed well, the Dutch echelons at all levels considered introducing you, but Barcelona rejected us."

"If there is one more young talent, maybe we will go further in the Olympics."

Van Basten's face was obviously a little upset. A day earlier, the Dutch Olympic team lost to Argentina 1-2.

Li Wei didn't say anything, even if he received an invitation before, he would not join the Dutch Olympic team.

At this stage, if he is going to play in the Olympic Games in Huaguo, I am afraid that Xie Yeyou will not be the one who will be scolded by the fans in unison.

But fortunately, it was only this time, and he was not worried about encountering such troubles as the Hua Guo team in other arenas.

After shaking hands with Van Basten, Li Wei complimented him very politely, which greatly benefited the Dutch striker.

He was immediately taken away by Van Marwijk.

"Tomorrow we will play a friendly against Ajax and then go to Russia to fix the Eastern Europeans."

Van Marwijk was aggrieved, apparently not out of the shadow of the Dutch team being eliminated by Russia in the European Cup.

In particular, it was the Dutch coach Hiddink who blocked the mighty Oranje in the 4/1 finals.

It is even more unacceptable to the Dutch.

But it's very Dutch, isn't it?
I followed the coach all the way to the locker room, because the league has not yet started and there is plenty of time, most of the Dutch players have already arrived.

This is only a friendly match. The number of players recruited by the Netherlands is not large, but the lineup is luxurious.

Van der Sar, the big brother of the team that Li Wei is familiar with, is already on the verge of retiring from the national team and has not accepted the call-up.

The team roster is as follows:
Coach: Van Marwijk.

Goalkeepers: 1 Stekelenburg, 16 Hunter Timmer
后卫：2海廷加、3奥耶、4马泰森、5范布隆克霍斯特、15蒂姆-德-科勒
中场；5范博梅尔、8奈吉尔-德容、10范德法特、12德米-德-泽乌、20易卜拉欣-阿费莱

前锋：11罗本、7范佩西、9亨特拉尔、17号德克-库伊特、18扬-文内胡尔-赫塞林克、14李维
Walking to the door of the locker room, Li Wei heard a commotion coming from inside. Someone was provocative in a strange way, and then another person cursed back excitedly.

There were also the sounds of several people arching fire, throwing water bottles, footballs being bounced randomly, and sneakers being smashed.

Wherever it is, nothing is there.

Van Marwijk's face was cloudy and uncertain. Originally, he wanted to introduce Li Wei in front of the players, so that these guys could get along well with the young players.

Unexpectedly, shortly after leaving, the Dutch team started a classic program.

He knocked on the door violently, and there was no sound.

The gatekeeper watched him, and a handsome short-haired player was riding on another person and hitting him with a fist, and the other person was also busy fighting back.

"Robin, how many times have I said, I don't want this to happen in my dressing room."

Van Marwijk was furious.

"Yes, BOSS." Van Persie stood up angrily.

"This guy's mouth is too smelly,"

For some reason, Van Persie was playing Huntelaar.

The old captain Van Bronckhorst not only didn't mean to stop him, he was obviously about to go up to help before Van Marwijk opened the door.

Of course Van Marwijk knew why. Both Van Persie and Van Bronckhorst Horst came from the Fenoyed youth training.

Ajax, PSV Eindhoven, and Fenoyed have been fighting in the national team for a long time.

In the 2008 European Championship, the then Dutch coach Van Basten made no secret of his support for the "Ajax faction", and then clashed with Ruud van Nistelrooy, the eldest brother of the "Eindhoven faction".

This is true of coaches, not to mention players.

In addition, there are racial disputes, such as the black players headed by Davis and Seedorf in 1996, and the white players headed by De Boer.

In the European preliminaries in 2004, Davis and Van Bommel fought again, and Ruud Ruud, who had nothing to do with the incident, immediately rushed forward and beat Davis violently.

Of course, Huntelaar's beating this time has a lot to do with his team.

Coming from PSV Eindhoven's youth training, but playing for Ajax, he belongs to neither side, and his parents don't love his mother.

That's all, his mouth really stinks.

After such a fuss, Van Marwijk was not interested anymore, he just briefly introduced Li Wei, and a group of unfriendly men in the locker room immediately squeezed out a blunt smile.

Not long after, the assistant coach informed him that Van Basten would negotiate with him about tomorrow's warm-up match. After Van Marwijk gave some more instructions, he glanced at Levi with some concern.

However, Li Wei was very respectful. He lowered his head when shaking hands with everyone, and he seemed to have gained some goodwill.

At this time, Li Wei was sorting out his locker room cabinets, changing into his jersey and preparing to participate in training for a while.

A player with thinning hair on the top of his head, who was only 24 years old but looked close to 30, walked over and patted Li Wei on the shoulder.

"New kid, go get me a glass of water."

Arjen Robben scowled.

Li Wei turned his head, nodded humbly on his face, and just moved his body.

"Dang!"

A teakwood nunchuck fell out of the hem of the jersey, and the Dutch players present widened their eyes.

Nigel de Jong, with a fierce face, jumped straight from the stool.

"As a Chinese, it's reasonable for me to carry a nunchuck with me, right?"

Li Wei glanced at the locker room, touched the back of his head with his fingers, and smiled "honestly".

(End of this chapter)