The first tumor in football

Chapter 165 Pick up the jersey from the ground and wipe it clean!

As a sports reporter, leaving the game before it's over is completely against your job as a reporter.

But Wang Yao did it anyway.

They pushed and shoved their way down the stands, out of the tunnel and out of Anfield.

The fans' chatter and sighs made him feel a little annoyed.

Unlike some fans, Wang Yao did not leave early because of dissatisfaction with Ipswich or Song Wen.

As a fan who provided Song Wen with door-to-door service in Yingjiao, Song Wen would feel that there must be a brilliant reason behind it even if he ate shit.

He just couldn't bear to see Song Wen suffer his first defeat in his career.

And it was such a horrific defeat.

"We were too tolerant of Song before. He was always taking walks!"

"Hey, don't say that. Song obviously tried hard in the second half."

"You're right, but if it wasn't for his disastrous performance in the first half, how could the game turn out like this?"

A fan, while chattering non-stop, took off his No. 17 Ipswich jersey, threw it hard on the ground and spat on it.

He was shirtless and his face was red, obviously he had drunk a lot of alcohol before watching the game.

The man stroked his chest hair, stepped forward and stepped on the jersey twice, cursing:
"What a disgusting thing!"

Just as he was about to leave, he heard broken American English in his ears.

"Pick up Song Wen's jersey, you son of a bitch!"

Although the English he spoke was not very standard, the last few swear words were pronounced clearly and loudly, and they sounded like thunder.

The man turned around angrily and saw a black-haired man who was almost a head shorter than him.

He looked her up and down, his eyes full of mockery.

"Hey, what did you say? Korean? Japanese?"

Hearing the other party's ridicule, Wang Yao's face turned pale.

He knew that the British man was deliberately trying to disgust him.

As we all know, Song Wen has fans all over the world, but only in two countries.

One is Japan, and the other is South Korea.

Japan has completely banned Song Wen in the island country because his remarks were too hurtful to the national feelings of the Yamato people.

The Koreans are upset because Song Wen stole the title of Asia's top star, Son Heung-min.

Different from the devils.

The Japanese are all envious of the strong. If Song Wen had not made such remarks, his popularity in the island country would definitely be extremely high.

But the mentality of the Koreans is always jealousy. Even though Song Wen defeated Son Heung-min, they did not think that Song Wen was strong. They only hated Song Wen from the bottom of their hearts and wished that Song Wen would not die a good death.

So no matter whether they are Koreans or Japanese, they can never be fans of Song Wen.

Without fans, how could they come to watch Song Wen's game, and how could they be angry because Song Wen's jersey was insulted?
The English drunkard in front of him, as an Ipswich fan, naturally knew all these things. He said these things just to disgust Wang Yao.

Facing the foreigners who were much taller than himself, Wang Yao remained unafraid.

"I am Chinese."

"Oh," the man picked at his earwax with his pinky finger, "okay Chinaman, what can I do for you?"

"I told you to pick up your jersey and clean it, you son of a bitch."

Wang Yao's second insult finally angered the man. His face turned red and he cursed:
"What are you talking about? Do you think I dare not hit you, you little dwarf!"

Seeing the two people arguing, fans nearby also gathered around to watch.

One of them squeezed out of the crowd, grabbed the man who wanted to rush forward, and said:

"Hey Mike! You're drunk!"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Wang Yao again.

"I advise you to leave quickly. I can't guarantee how long I can hold him. He's as strong as a bull!"

Faced with the other party's advice or threats, Wang Yao remained unmoved.

As a black-to-crystallization powder, Wang Yao witnessed Song Wen's growth all the way.

In his mind, Song literature is sacred and inviolable.

Of course, more importantly, he witnessed too much of the difficulties this 17-year-old boy had gone through.

He would never allow such young people to be trampled upon and slandered so wantonly.

"I can leave, but you need to make this son of a bitch pick up the jersey and clean it!"

Hearing Wang Yao's words, Mike became furious again.

He suddenly shook off his friend's hand and rushed forward as if he wanted to punch this hateful Chinaman on the head.

"Fuck you, this jersey is just as trash as you and that China guy on the court!"

Seeing that Mike's fist was about to hit Wang Yao's face, the crowd exclaimed.

But then, an even more deafening wave of exclamations came from inside Anfield Stadium.

This made Mike pause and he subconsciously looked in the direction where the sound came from.

Unfortunately, they had already walked out of the stadium and obviously couldn't see what was happening inside.

But after this interruption, Mike seemed to calm down a little. He just sneered and said sarcastically:
"Listen to the cheers. If I'm not mistaken, Liverpool should kick Song Wen's butt like a kid's butt!"

Wang Yao ignored Mike's ridicule.

At this moment, his mind was already attracted by this exclamation.

It has to be denied that in Wang Yao's heart, his thoughts are the same as Mike's.

This exclamation most likely came from Liverpool's goal.

However, shortly after this exclamation, boos were heard in the venue again!
Wang Yao frowned.

Having already lost so badly, are Liverpool fans still going to do such a thing?

It's really tasteless!
But soon, he reacted.

If Liverpool scored a goal, then judging from the number of fans from both teams in the stadium, it is obvious that he should have heard cheers!

Thinking of this, Wang Yao took out his cell phone.

Wang Yao regretted it so much at this moment.

He was clearly at Anfield Stadium and even had the ticket in his pocket, but at this moment he could only pick up his mobile phone and watch the real-time score report!
When Wang Yao saw the score on the score website, his face lit up with joy.

He picked up the phone and said to Mike:

"Did you see that? Ipswich scored a goal! The one who scored the goal was Song Wen!!" Mike was also stunned for a moment, but then his face was full of disdain.

"So what? What's the difference between 6-3 and 6-2? Look at the time, idiot. Do you think your Song Wen can still score three goals with less than ten minutes left?"

At this time, the fans who had already walked out of Anfield Stadium gradually stopped.

Some fans even wanted to return to the stadium, but were stopped by the staff.

Now that you've left, why would there be any reason for you to come back?
After being rejected, the fans scattered and were about to leave, cursing.

But after the commotion and the walk, another two or three minutes passed.

Just when the fans were really about to leave, loud exclamations broke out again above Anfield Stadium.

The Ipswich fans outside the stadium were all stunned.

After a short wait, as expected, there was even more intense booing in the stadium!!
This made the fans outside the stadium look at each other in confusion for a moment.

Does such identical performance on the court represent?

Some fans couldn't wait to refresh the score website, but because there were so many fans gathered here, the signal was poor. For a moment, everyone's mobile phone was stuck, which led to waves of dissatisfied shouts.

Until a voice sounded among the crowd!
"It's in! Song Wen scored again! The score is now six to four!"

"Is this true? I haven't refreshed the page yet. Damn the network!"

"It's true! I saw it too! It was Song Wen who scored the goal!"

"Oh my God, what is he doing? How on earth did he do that? It's only been less than three minutes!"

"Hey, it's all your fault! Why did you drag me out so early?"

Mike looked at the score on his phone and his face became redder.

Because he had already felt that at this moment, some people around him had begun to look at him with dissatisfaction.

He didn't expect that these fans who left the stadium with him, who had been loudly criticizing Song Wen's playing style with him a few minutes ago, would now immediately cast critical glances at him.

But the jersey was lost and the saliva was spat out. At this moment, for Mike, it was no longer a problem of Song Wen, but a problem of his face.

In addition, he was not a loyal fan of Ipswich. He just became a fan after Song Wen became famous, so he still said with his neck stiff:

"And then! The game is about to go into injury time! Liverpool must have just been lax. Do you think they can continue to make such mistakes in such a short time?!"

Wang Yao didn't know where his confidence came from at this moment.

But for some reason, he just felt that Song Wen had never disappointed them, the fans.

It definitely won’t happen this time.

He just looked at Mike provocatively and said:

"So what if he actually does it and equalizes the game?"

At this moment, everyone's attention was once again focused on him.

Mike was now in a state of being unable to back down, and after drinking so much, he no longer knew who he was. He stiffened his neck and said:

"If he can equalize the score, I will pick this jersey off the ground and eat it in my stomach!"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Wang Yao with red eyes again.

"What if I can't?"

Wang Yao chuckled.

"If Song Wen can't equalize the score, I'll lick the saliva off your jersey for you!"

"Oh!!"

The two of them played so big that they immediately attracted the booing of the onlookers!
But Wang Yao actually regretted it as soon as he said it.

His original character was not the kind of ambitious person, on the contrary, he was a bit cowardly. Today, things really happened at the same time.

There are only more than three minutes left in the game. It is too difficult for Ipswich to score two goals in these three minutes!
No matter how you think about it, anyone with a little common sense in football will think that this is completely impossible.

Why did I say such things when I got so angry?
Even Mike on the opposite side seemed to sober up briefly, as if he was shocked by Wang Yao's incredible promise.

But then a teasing smile appeared on his face.

"Hahaha, I think you will love this taste."

After saying that, he spat at the jersey on the ground again.

He even stepped on the ball twice, and it quickly became dirty.

After doing all this, Mike didn't even bother to use his hands or feet. He just kept his right foot on the ball, and rolled it a few times from time to time, just to watch a wonderful show later.

Wang Yao's expression became increasingly ugly.

But fortunately, the fans at Anfield did not disappoint the spectators who left early!
When the boos rang out in the stadium again, everyone realized what had happened.

"Six to five!"

Wang Yao forced himself to suppress the excitement in his heart and looked at Mike.

"Hey, I advise you to move your feet away now, otherwise I'm afraid you'll get a stomachache when you eat this jersey later."

Mike's feet trembled a little, but he didn't move away.

Although he has been an Ipswich fan for only a short time, he has been watching the games for more than a dozen years.

In the past ten years or so, he has watched all kinds of games, but he has never seen anything like this happen!

At this time, the Ipswich fans outside the stadium started arguing violently while eating melons.

"Hey! It's all your fault! What did I miss?"

"It seems like we missed a wonderful match that will go down in history!"

"Who was the first to leave? Stand up!"

"Song! I hate that I can't see him in the stadium right now."

"I am not a qualified fan. I want to repent and God forgive me."

"It's hard to imagine that when he tried his best for the team and scored goal after goal, he was greeted by the boos of Liverpool fans. When he turned around, behind him, there were only the cold seats in the sparse audience seats."

"I'm a sinner! I don't deserve to be Song Wen's fan!"

"Hey, don't rush. Time is running out. We are probably going to lose this game."

"So what if we lose? With such a score in the last few minutes, it was an unimaginable and exciting scene! I spent so much money on the tickets, but I only ate the shit Liverpool gave me in the first half and missed the delicacy Song Wen prepared for me at the end!"

"Woo woo woo, I was wrong, may God forgive me!"

Wang Yao listened to the fans' heated discussion, but his eyes were nervously staring at the time passing by on his mobile phone.

With only about one minute left in the game, the sky above Anfield Stadium was once again in an uproar.

But the Ipswich fans outside the stadium fell into silence and despair.

Because this time, what they heard was not boos, but cheers!
(End of this chapter)