Chapter 25: Who cares about winning or losing in a bronze game? The main thing is to get kills!

Chapter 25: Who cares about winning or losing in a bronze game? The main thing is to get kills!

Song Wen suddenly mentioned an online game, which stunned everyone present.

I'm talking to you about football, what game are you talking about?

E-sports is also a sport, right?

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment and replied:
"Of course I know. League of Legends is probably the most popular game right now."

Song Wen laughed and said, "To be honest, I have some talent in games. I am currently a master in the European server."

This nonsensical answer made everyone look at each other in confusion, not knowing what Song Wen was talking about.

The young player raised an eyebrow.

"In a bronze game, who cares about winning or losing? The main thing is to get kills!"

After Song Wen finished speaking, the interview room was briefly silent for two seconds.

In the live broadcast room, the barrage of comments exploded.

【66666! 】

[Okay, okay, this is a mockery, right? ]

[Not really surprising, it fits my stereotype of Song Ze. ]

[I think Song Ze is still conservative. Can the Chinese national football team be compared to bronze? It's just a level 10 trumpet.]

[XX you XX, XX dog XX! ]

Ling Feng just felt overwhelmed.

He really didn't expect that he wanted to change the subject, but this guy could find a roundabout way to scold the Chinese national football team again.

Can't help.

Even if the Golden Immortal came today, he couldn’t save this kid’s mouth.

Ling Feng shook his head and slowly sat down. Soon another reporter stood up to ask questions.

"Hello, Song Wen, may I ask what do you think is the main reason for the score in today's game?"

“There are actually many reasons.”

Song Wen stretched out his hand and started counting on his fingers.

"The grass was too soft in the first half, too hard in the second half, the weather was too cold, the lights were too bright, the extra time was too short, someone threw a grenade into the field..."

"Those six factors are the reason for conceding six goals."

The reporter was slightly stunned, and subconsciously asked: "Then there is another ball."

"There was another ball because I spoke so harshly."

Song Wen's humor once again successfully amused the reporters at the scene.

At this time, some reporters who love the Chinese national football team finally couldn't help but start questioning.

"There are many controversial questions about you on the Internet. Can you answer them directly? Although the Chinese national football team does not play well, it is still our national football team. Netizens think that as a British Chinese, you have no position or qualifications to ridicule and criticize them. What do you think about this?"

Hearing this aggressive question, Song Wen was not at all flustered, but replied with a smile:
"I won and they lost. Shouldn't the strong humiliate the weak?"

"But netizens think that this is a manifestation of your unpatriotism. Do you have any other purpose in wanting to score so much?"

Seeing that the other party was exaggerating, Song Wen directly responded:

"If you don't love the national football team, you don't love your country? Then when the national football team won 7:0, weren't they insulting the country and bringing shame to the country? The plaque that Chen Zhen broke was carried back home by these eleven people!"

"hiss……"

There were sounds of people sucking in their breath in the interview room.

This kid is really crazy.

Although not a single dirty word came out of his mouth, the destructive power of his insults was even more terrifying than nuclear weapons.

The reporter who asked the question frowned and changed the subject:

"But it is undeniable that your nationality is a problem."

Seeing that the other party was still insisting on his nationality, Song Wen sneered and said sarcastically:
"I guess you didn't learn history very well. You may not know that during the special period, the overseas Chinese donated more than 4 billion yuan! The remittances from overseas Chinese reached more than 95 billion yuan!" He simply stood up and said righteously:

"I grew up in England and I can speak English. But my eyes are narrow, my hair is black, my skin is yellow, and I have never stopped practicing my mother tongue for a moment without anyone to communicate with. I will not allow and will never forget my blood!"

"I am Chinese!"

Song Wen's passionate speech moved all the reporters present.

Ling Feng couldn't help but applaud him.

But after being moved, he became deeply worried about Song Wen's career.

After all, he still has to play football in the UK.

Judging from the ability Song Wen showed today, he is only seventeen years old. If he can maintain this state or go one step further, it may not be impossible for him to step into the final circle that every professional player wants to enter.

But the prerequisite is that he must play for English football.

Once Song Wen's speech in public is reported back to Britain, it will undoubtedly pose a huge obstacle to his future path!

Ling Feng felt that Song Wen was still a little young.

In answering this question, Song Wen's answer made him admire him, but at the same time, it also made him, a veteran, feel that it was somewhat lacking in consideration.

You know, after a game where the Chinese national team was defeated 7:0, it is not possible to win back the fans' feelings with just a few impassioned speeches.

To put it bluntly, those indignant fans just wanted to use this as an excuse to attack him.

Those who shouldn't believe it will still not believe it.

Those who want to criticize you will continue to criticize you.

Now that Song Wen has made such a statement, he will be caught in a dilemma.

Not only will they be hated by their national football fans, they may also be unacceptable in the UK.

But what Ling Feng didn't know was that this was exactly the result Song Wen wanted most!
With the existence of the black fan system, Song Wen wishes that more people would hate him.

This friendly match with the Chinese national football team can be said to have made Song Wen a fortune.

But it was inevitable that he would soon have to return to play in England.

In China, apart from the five major leagues, competitions of the level of the English Championship do not receive much attention except from veteran fans.

In other words, it will be difficult for him to attract too many black fans from the country.

As the saying goes, the wool comes from the sheep. It is pitiful enough that the fans of the Chinese national football team are abused by the national football team every day, and we can't always catch them and fleece them.

Since I am playing football in the UK, my future nourishment will naturally come from foreigners.

Therefore, he was not afraid at all that his speech would be spread out, and even hoped that it would spread to every corner of the small British island immediately.

For Song Wen now, what he needs is not flowers and applause.

In the live broadcast room, the comments were still mixed.

Some are showing hypocrisy, some are showing positive energy.

But no matter what, whether he is a fan or a hater, Song Wen's name has become famous overnight in the domestic football world.
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The next morning, the entire Ipswich team flew from Shenyang to the Magic City.

They need to transfer from Shanghai.

The Championship schedule is very tight, which is why McCarthy brought almost an entire team of substitutes.

The main players need to rest, so these players who have not played for years can only be trained.

But McCarthy never expected that this trip to China would cause such a huge sensation.

McCarthy was sleepy. The bus they took back to the hotel last night was almost overturned by angry fans. McCarthy was so scared that he didn't dare to sleep the whole night, for fear that these fans would rush into the hotel.

Song Wen also did not sleep last night. He argued with Chinese fans on social media all night long, cursing these extreme fans for being shameful and losing the game, and calling them beasts.

As soon as he got off the plane, Song Wen took out his mobile phone and dialed the number given to him by Ling Feng, a senior football media person who has good connections in the circle.

"Hello, Coach Fan, I'm Song Wen."

(End of this chapter)