Chapter 28 The Threat of Diao Mao
Chapter 28 The Threat of Diao Mao
Outside the staff passage at Portman Road Stadium.
The security guard looked at the Asian man in front of him with suspicion in his eyes.
"Why have I never seen you before?"
The man was wearing a cleaner's uniform, holding a trash can in one hand and a broom in the other. He looked at some players who had finished training and came out. Although he was extremely anxious, he had a flattering smile on his face and held up his work ID card.
“My English is not good.”
The security guard frowned at the poor English. He looked at the cleaner's ID card on the man's chest and waved his hand impatiently.
The man bowed and nodded, then walked into the employee passage. He didn't stand up straight until he turned the corner, cursing.
"Damn it, the foreign devils look down on people. Why install a broken security guard?"
He parked the trash can against the wall, half of his body got inside, and quickly took out a camera.
"When I, Wang Yao, get first-hand information and become a famous sports reporter, you, a little security guard, will be nothing to me!"
Wang Yao just got off the plane at noon today and immediately rushed to Portman Road Stadium.
The match coverage a few days ago made him a joke in the industry.
This made Wang Yao jealous of Song Wen in his heart.
Song Wen’s reputation in China is now such that everyone is calling for his death.
In fact, when the competition just ended, netizens' attitudes towards Song Wen were mixed.
But as the water army began to leave the field, all the reasons for the Chinese national football team's failure were blamed on Song Wen.
Soon, the Internet trend changed completely.
Now the first hot topic about Song Wen on Weibo is - Song Wen is banned from entering the country for life.
Many netizens even expressed their desire to go to the UK to see Song Wen offline.
Wang Yao also joined the offline penguin group of the real Song Wen. Originally, everyone had agreed to come here today, but in the end, only he came.
His netizens either cannot leave the country or have no money to buy plane tickets.
Wang Yao even gave a V-tip of 1,000 to a netizen who was outraged but had no money to buy a plane ticket.
In the end, the plane ticket was not purchased and Wang Yao’s V was blocked.
"I was defrauded of a thousand dollars. It's all Song Zema's fault."
Wang Yao was still mumbling to himself when he suddenly heard a hoarse roar coming from outside.
"Damn it, I'm so lucky!"
The familiar accent startled Wang Yao for a moment, but then he was immediately overjoyed!
Who else can curse out the essence of the country here except Song Wen? !
I came to the UK this time just to dig up some dirt on this guy. Now, from the tone of his voice, it’s obvious that he had a conflict with his teammates!
[The Chinese player became arrogant after the 7-0 victory over the Chinese national team, and had a violent conflict with his teammates after returning to the team for training! ]
Wang Yao had already come up with the title of the article in 0.01 seconds.
He picked up the camera in his hand, took two steps at a time, rushed out of the passage, came to the audience seats, and secretly set up the camera under the cover of the seats.
It's already four o'clock in the afternoon.
There are still many players on the court.
But they mostly stayed on the sidelines.
On the court, there were only two figures, concentrating on running back and forth.
The two figures were running crookedly, and it was obvious that their physical strength had reached the limit, as if they would fall down in the next second.
Wang Yao zoomed the camera to the maximum. One of the people was a blond foreigner, tall and strong. He was breathing heavily and his face was getting paler.
He had some impression of this person.
In the friendly match against the Chinese national football team that day, it was this player who shoveled Wu Lei and a red card opened the game. The other person, with his eye-catching black hair, could be recognized as Song Wen at a glance.
Song Wen's condition was obviously worse than that of the older brother next to him.
His legs were trembling, his face was pale, and his body was covered in sweat, as if he would fall to the ground with a plop in the next second.
The reporter's keen sense of smell prompted Wang Yao to press the shutter immediately.
"Diaomao, are you sick? It's serious!"
On the court, Song Wen held on to his last breath, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Moss's clothes directly.
The big guy's strength had been exhausted. He supported his knee with one hand and raised the other hand with difficulty to wipe the sweat off his face.
"Song, I know I'm not as good as you. I've lost all the previous games, but I must win this last one! I must catch up with you!"
After hearing what Moss said, Song Wen almost went crazy.
This idiot has been competing with him like this for a whole day.
This resulted in his training volume increasing infinitely!
From the hand strength and leg strength at the beginning, to the shooting training, passing training, flexibility training and so on...
"You're not sick, are you? Who's competing with you?"
"If this isn't a competition, why would you come back and do another pullup if I did one more? You're obviously not good at strength, but I can't beat you. I finally know what I lack, which is a strong will like yours! So today, I must beat you in my weak area!"
Moss looked sincere.
Song Wen grabbed Moss's clothes and gritted his teeth.
His legs were shaking uncontrollably, his physical strength had reached its limit and he was completely drained.
It was even difficult to open my mouth and curse at the other person.
The players standing on the sidelines were also talking about it at this time.
"What are these two doing? It's just training. Is this necessary?"
"Douglas, this kid is trying so hard to perform in front of the coach, be careful about your starting spot tomorrow, haha."
"Humph, just a clown. If he practices like this, it's doubtful whether he can get up tomorrow."
"You are still young, you are too eager to stand out."
McCarthy on the other side finally couldn't stand it anymore.
Although he had stepped in to stop the two men several times, they still seemed to be at loggerheads.
Daily training is just to keep the players’ feet feeling and physical condition.
Training like these two people's will only put too much strain on the body and the results will not outweigh the results.
In McCarthy's opinion, the behavior of the two was nothing more than a competition between young people, so his face turned very ugly.
"You two! That's enough! Come here!"
Seeing the head coach so angry, Moss shrank his head and walked towards the sidelines obediently.
After hesitating for a moment, Song Wen slowly walked towards the sidelines.
It is obviously not a smart move to disobey the head coach in front of so many people.
Besides, he finally discovered that this idiot was just a stubborn person.
My physical fitness is not as good as the other party's. Now if I want to achieve my goal, I can only rely on wisdom.
"Song! Your body has just recovered, don't just show off your strength..."
McCarthy realized that his tone was a bit heavy, sighed, and continued:
"You have to understand, this is not the purpose of training."
Listening to McCarthy's earnest persuasion, Song Wen nodded with a smile, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed a few flashes of light in the audience.
(End of this chapter)