The first tumor in football

Chapter 24: 70 is not the limit at all, it’s just that there is not enough time

The national football players are already sitting in the interview booth.

Faced with the crackling and flashing lights, even the veteran Zheng Zhi felt a little uncomfortable.

After calming down in the locker room, Zheng Zhi no longer had the anger he had at the beginning.

After all, think about it, a 7:0 victory is really too ugly.

If we continue to act stubbornly and put on airs at the press conference at this time, the situation may very likely escalate into an unmanageable situation.

So he decided to find a reason and apologize sincerely.

Although I know this will not have any effect on those angry fans, at least I can report to my leader.

This defeat angered not only the fans.

According to normal procedures, reporters would usually ask questions to the head coach first, but because Zheng Zhi's death stare after the game caused an uproar, this time the media directed their criticism at Zheng Zhi from the beginning.

The first reporter who stood up to ask a question directly directed the question to Zheng Zhi.

"Hello, I would like to ask Zheng Zhi, what do you think about the score of today's game?"

Zheng Zhi obviously didn't expect the reporter to attack him directly and was stunned for a moment.

But fortunately, as a mature national football player, he has written this apology draft countless times, so he has some confidence in it.

“I am guilty!!”

The loud voice echoed throughout the interview room, causing all the reporters present to be slightly stunned.

Then they immediately started whispering.

The netizens who were watching the live broadcast were also shocked.

[Fuck! Why are you yelling so loudly? Are you trying to scare someone to death?]

[My goodness, this apology is louder than the goal celebration. ]

[Why does it feel like something is not right. 】

[What a rubbish live broadcast, why is the audio and video out of sync? ]

Netizens hadn't reacted yet, but the reporters sitting in the front row had already reacted immediately.

They were quite close and could clearly see that Zheng Zhi hadn't even opened his mouth yet.

So who was the one who apologized just now?
Reporters began to look back, trying to find out who was causing trouble in the crowd.

Even Zheng Zhi was stunned for a moment.

Because he really didn't say a word!
"I'm sorry to let you see that the Chinese national football team lost again. To be honest, I'm still a little ashamed sitting here in front of you all. I have an unshirkable responsibility for the score of 7:0. I hope you understand that 7:0 is not the limit of our national football team at all, it's just that there is not enough time."

As the sound rang out again, this time people finally found the direction of the sound and looked towards the door on the right.

If I remember correctly, there seemed to be a press conference going on in the next room for Ipswich.

The reporters looked at each other and then reacted immediately.

Who else besides Song Wen can speak Chinese so fluently?
This kid seemed to be afraid that the soundproofing of the room was too good, and he was almost shouting at the top of his lungs.

Is this a direct apology on behalf of the Chinese national football team? !

In the live broadcast room, the barrage of comments also reacted one after another, and were completely stunned.

[What do you mean, Chinese national football team captain Song Wen? ]

[You know what, this apology is much more sincere. ]

[Song Wen: The Chinese national football team helped me score a goal, so I apologized on behalf of the national football team. ] [This guy is really a bad boy, Zheng Zhi's face turned black. ]

[Song Zema is really worried about the Chinese national football team. ]

[Zheng Zhi: No, buddy, what did you say? ]

Zheng Zhi, whose lines were snatched away by Song Wen, blushed and sat in his seat, stammering and unable to speak for a while.

On the other side, in the Ipswich interview room, the players were staring at the excited Song Wen in amazement.

McCarthy even planned to ask the team doctor to check whether Song Wen had any intermittent nervous excitement after returning to the team.

How come he looked so sick one second and so radiant the next?

In fact, not coming to the interview room in a wheelchair was Song Wen's last act of stubbornness.

His energy at the moment had indeed been drained, but the thought of being able to scold the Chinese national football team instantly perked up his spirits.

Song Wen's words seemed to be an apology, but in fact they were full of sarcasm, which instantly made some reporters present feel unhappy, and the questions they asked began to become more and more aggressive.

"I would like to ask Song Wen, your performance today was indeed very impressive, but as far as I know, you have not had the opportunity to play in the Championship this year. In comparison, Zhang Yuning and others in the national football team have all started overseas. What do you think is the reason that you have no chance to play despite having good skills?"

Hearing the reporter's question, Song Wen looked at the other person deeply.

I have to say, this question is very hurtful.

You have good skills, but you just can't play, which means there must be problems in other aspects of you.

What he was secretly saying was that Song Wen had a bad character.

The reporters who were originally discussing the matter also stopped, as if they were all waiting to see a joke.

After all, in the eyes of these reporters, Song Wen is just a 17-year-old boy.

They are all veterans who have worked in the journalism industry for many years. When it comes to the art of language, it is completely easy for them to set a trap for the other party.

The reporters thought Song Wen would be speechless after hearing this question, but he immediately said:

"You shouldn't ask me this question. Since you also admit my ability, why don't you think about it, I can only play as a substitute, while those national football players who are not as capable as me, how can they play in the European league? Why don't you ask the Football Association and those clubs?"

boom!
Song Wen's words instantly caused an uproar.

The reporters' eyes widened, and at this moment they had only one thought in their minds.

This kid is so bold to say that, is he trying to kill himself?

It's fine to mock the players, but now they are directly attacking the club and the Football Association? !
But on second thought, he is not living in your country, so there is really no need to keep you in suspense.

As an old reporter of football media, Ling Feng was briefly shocked and shook his head helplessly after hearing Song Wen's answer.

He felt that Song Wen was too young and energetic.

You know, in 12, the Brazilian football team beat the Chinese national team 8:0 in a friendly match, and Neymar even had to apologize to the fans on Weibo.

You are too cocky, kid!
But Ling Feng really admired Song Wen's abilities and decided to help this young man.

He raised his hand and stood up to ask:

"Hello Song Wen, I do see a desire for victory in you. I saw that even at the last moment, when you were exhausted and leading by a large margin, you still did not give up the idea of ​​attacking. What supports your desire for victory?"

"You asked a good question."

Song Wen gave Lin Feng a thumbs up, and then asked an irrelevant question in return.

“Have you ever played League of Legends?”

(End of this chapter)