The first tumor in football

Chapter 23: Press conference, I must go.

In response to Ma Fanshu's question, Song Wen laughed and the first sentence he said surprised everyone.

"I hope that fans will not attack our national football team."

Ma Fanshu was already prepared for Song Wenyu to shock people to death.

After all, this kid arrogantly reported a score of 7:0 before the game even started.

If he had said something like this before the game in Brazil, he would probably have been shot in the knee.

Moreover, this kid celebrates every time he scores a goal in someone else's home stadium in a particularly ostentatious and unscrupulous manner.

It directly aggravates the contradiction.

But now, this insulting score really allowed the opponent to kick out.

Judging from the stereotypes that fans have formed about Song Wen during these 90 minutes, this kid will definitely mock and stomp the Chinese national football team in front of the camera.

However, no one expected that he would pretend to be a good guy and start to persuade the fans of the national football team!

The Song Wen in front of the camera formed a sharp contrast with the Song Wen on the court just now.

He had a gentle and humble smile on his face, and even bent down slightly to accommodate Ma Fanshu's height so that the other party would not need to hold the microphone too high.

He spoke in a gentle and humble tone, giving people the feeling that this guy looked easy to bully.

However, just this one sentence made the fans inside and outside the stadium feel physically uncomfortable.

【Pretending to be your mother. 】

【How hypocritical. 】

[If you want to ridicule, just ridicule. Why are you pretending to be a nice guy? I originally thought that the Chinese national football team deserved to be criticized for being bad, but now this guy is also disgusting. ]

[A hypocrite is more disgusting than a real villain. ]

Song Wen seemed unaware that his friendly remarks would cause such an excited reaction from the fans, and he continued to defend the Chinese national football team.

"Although football looks simple, it is actually not difficult. The Chinese football players are working very hard. I hope everyone will stop criticizing them."

Song Wen paused for a moment, and Ma Fanshu felt that there was something wrong with what he said. Then he continued with a smile:
"If you were allowed to do it, you might be able to do it."

After he finished speaking, he waved gently at the camera with an elegant and easy-going smile.

When I went to the clothes, I learned the name and the name.

It was not until Song Wen's figure disappeared from the camera that everyone reacted.

[Fuck, this guy's swearing is really dirty. ]

[I knew he couldn't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth.]

[Don't tell me, even if I'm on 7:0, I may not be able to do it. ]

【I apologize for doubting Song Ze’s stereotype.】
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Song Wenqiang propped himself up and followed the team into the locker room at the end.

After the door of the locker room was closed, blocking out the reporters outside who were following him, he could no longer hold on and slid down limply, leaning against the door.

As the team captain, Chambers had already noticed that Song Wen was exhausted and immediately helped him up.

Old Rye Godric, who was successfully converted by Song Wen today, also rushed over, and the two of them helped Song Wen to his seat to rest.

"Hey Song, you've been working too hard today, be careful not to hurt yourself."

Seeing that the old captain cared about him, Song Wen smiled and said:

"Yeah, I know. Pay attention next time."

After hearing Song Wen's answer, Chambers thought about it and finally couldn't help asking the question in his mind. "Actually, there is one thing that I find strange. After all, they are also... Why are you so ruthless?"

Chambers could never understand this question.

In his opinion, Song Wen's skin and hair are always the same as those of the national football players.

If it were me, with such a big lead, even if I didn't let the team win, I shouldn't have sprinted to score a goal in injury time.

Why does it feel like he has some deep hatred with the other side?

Noticing Chambers's doubts, Song Wen sighed and his mind started working rapidly.

He knew that how he answered this time was actually quite important.

No matter how the outside world talks about him, or even speaks ill of him, Song Wen will not be affected in any way. In fact, because of the existence of the system, he even wishes he had as many black fans as possible.

But he still needs to maintain good relationships within the team.

After all, football is a team sport. It is unlikely to win the game by relying on one person's personal ability, unless you encounter garbage like the Chinese national football team.

No matter how strong your personal abilities are, you can't steal the ball from your teammates if they don't pass it to you, right?

Song Wen pondered for a moment, then sighed deeply and said:

"You may not know this, but I'm also a fan of the Chinese football team."

Hearing Song Wen's words, Chambers widened his eyes in surprise and asked in an exaggerated tone: "Rui Er Class?"

Song Wen nodded, his tone heavy.

"In China, there is an old saying, 'The deeper the love, the more severe the blame.' This means that the more you love someone, the more you blame him when he makes a mistake. It is usually used to describe the love that parents have for their children. I have this kind of feeling towards Chinese football."

"Their football is so bad that they can't even participate in the World Cup in Asia. The reason why I'm trying so hard to score goals is not just to win, nor is it simply to make the coaches notice my ability. More importantly, I want to wake them up!"

"You know, all the fans in the stadium were cursing at me. They hated me so much that they seemed to want to peel off my skin and flesh to vent their hatred. But I don't care about that. If Chinese football can make it to the World Cup one day, I am willing to bear all the curses."

Song Wen's expression was sincere and serious, which moved Chambers.

"Oh my god. Song! You are such a great player!"

The big old Rye Godric standing by was so moved that he started sobbing.

"I didn't expect your ambitions to be so great. I really feel guilty for missing the ball. Song, I admire your vision!"

Even head coach McCarthy came over, patted Song Wen's shoulder heavily, and comforted him:

"Song. I believe that one day, you will see China's football team enter the World Cup finals."

Song Wen was originally immersed in the performance, but when he heard McCarthy's words, he couldn't hold it in anymore, turned around and covered his face and laughed.

This was simply the funniest joke he had ever heard since he traveled through time.

Seeing Song Wen's shoulders twitching, several people looked at each other.

The good old man Chambers comforted:
"Don't be sad Song. As a man, be strong!"

McCarthy said:
"You should have a good rest. I see that you are very tired. Let us handle the press conference later."

Hearing McCarthy's words, Song Wen immediately stood up, full of energy.

What a joke, the press conference is the real opportunity to make a big splash, I can't miss it.

Today he will crawl to the microphone even if he has to!
"No. I must go to the press conference."

(End of this chapter)