Chapter 89: The Chinese national football team is garbage
Chapter 89: The Chinese national football team is garbage (daily overkill) (5K!)
During the time I was in there, I was so absent-minded that I often fell asleep while sewing on the sewing machine.
Along with the sound of the sewing machine, I always recall that hot night in 17.
I regret it.
If I had understood Song Wen’s hint earlier, I wouldn’t have come to this point.
——Li Tie, "Prison on Fire"
Song Wen excitedly showed off his new vest in front of the camera, which immediately attracted heated discussions among netizens.
Compared to the bewildered faces of foreign netizens, domestic netizens instantly found a sense of empathy from the iconic long hair of this animated character.
[Is this my best friend? Hahaha? ]
[My best friend uses a sewing machine? ]
[Hahaha, I laughed so hard. 】
[It’s too abstract, and I can’t understand it.]
[All I can say is, invite all these international players. This is a great opportunity to make a name for yourself.]
【This trip is really worth it. 】
[I am a time traveler. Song Ze is hinting that my friend will go in and operate a sewing machine later.]
[I am an alien. Song Ze will win the World Cup.]
[I am Tathagata Buddha. Song Ze later ascended to heaven.]
[I am a person from the center of the earth, Song Ze is actually a lizard man. ]
Netizens were still making jokes, and the cheers and shouts on the court lasted for dozens of minutes.
Song Wen's final goal not only made Ipswich fans crazy, but also completely conquered Aston Villa fans.
Although the home team they supported unfortunately lost, all fans knew that they had witnessed the birth of a miracle.
This ticket is damn worth it!
Grealish stood in the middle of the field, looking at Song Wen, who was like a thousand rays of light at this moment.
At this moment, he is the only focus of the stadium.
Before the game, he wanted to exchange jerseys with Song Wen, but now, he suddenly felt that he was not worthy.
Grealish walked silently to Song Wen and said shyly:
"Hey Song! I'm your fan! Wanna go to the bar tonight?"
McGoldrick squeezed in like a bodyguard, separating Grealish and Song Wen, with a very unhappy look on his face.
"Hey kid! Stay away from us, you bastard!"
Grealish opened his eyes wide and tapped his butt.
"W-what? You said I-what did you say about me?"
"I said you were teasing me," McGoldrick waved his hand impatiently, "Go back to your mother in those tight pants of yours!"
Grealish's eyes turned red, and he turned around and ran back to his team.
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the next day.
Song Wen arrived at the stadium early with a bandage on his head.
McCarthy jumped up when he saw Song Wen appear.
"Didn't I tell you to have a good rest? What are you doing?"
Song Wen is now the apple of McCarthy's eye. He holds her in his hands for fear of dropping her, and holds her in his mouth for fear of her melting.
Last night, I stayed at Song Wen's bedside, holding his hand and staying with him for most of the night.
It was not until Song Wen could no longer stand the old man's stench and spoke bluntly that he drove McCarthy back.
But McCarthy does not have any dissatisfaction with Song Wen's remarks.
Check it out!
This is their team’s star player—Song Wen!
What a unique personality!
Seeing McCarthy's anxious face, Song Wen smiled and said:
"Don't worry, coach. I'm not training today. I'm just here for an interview."
When the press conference was held previously, because Song Wen's remarks caused too much of a stir, the originally scheduled interview with World Football was also postponed.
Song Wen's performance yesterday undoubtedly brought an earthquake to the world of football.
This made his net worth soar to 50 million even though he had a bad reputation among many fans!
He directly became the most valuable player in the Championship!
On major football media platforms, the popularity of several huge keywords has shown no signs of fading until now.
The Ipswich Miracle!
Hero Song Wen!
Savior Song Wen!
Song Wen, the angel sent by God to save the tractor boy!
All kinds of exaggerated and weird words made Song Wen, whose face was thicker than a city wall, feel hot.
Of course, there is no such thing as a wall in this world.
What followed was that Song Wen’s cell phone was bombarded with calls all night long.
This includes a number of agents who want to seek cooperation with Song Wen, as well as some people from clubs.
Song Wen simply turned off his cell phone.
He is not in a hurry about the agent.
Firstly, he has an agreement with Ipswich that he will not leave the team before the next winter window.
Secondly, you can’t just find an agent casually. A good agent can provide extremely high value to the players, but a bad agent will really suck.
As for the people in the club, let alone that they have no intention of transferring now, even if they do, they don't want to be directly involved in such matters.
At Ipswich Town, the threshold of the team office is almost being trampled down by people from various clubs.
Song Wen watched his teammates train for a while on the training ground, and soon the phone rang.
He soon walked in from outside the stadium with Ma Fanshu, a staff member and a photographer.
Since Song Wen was injured, there was naturally no way to shoot the training scene. The photographer just scanned the general view of the stadium and followed Song Wen to the meeting room.
Song Wen's interview was naturally not his personal behavior, but was arranged by the club.
At this time in the conference room, the team's new shareholder, Mr. Huang, coach McCarthy who had just received the notice, and Song Wen's teammates McGoldrick and Pittman were already waiting in the conference room.
Boss Huang was even wearing Song Wen's No. 11 jersey and looked very excited.
Today he is not being interviewed as a singer, but as a fan.
After a few people sat down, Boss Huang raised his hand excitedly.
"Interview me first, interview me first, I'm a die-hard fan of Song Wen! You don't know how much I love this guy!"
Ma Fanshu obviously didn't expect that this world-renowned singer would be so enthusiastic about Song Wen, and asked with a smile:
“I didn’t expect that Xilan, you are also a fan of Song Wen?”
Boss Huang was excited: "Of course, there is no Ipswich fan who doesn't love Song Wen! Right!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the others started to make a noise.
"Yeah yeah yeah!"
This atmosphere obviously infected Ma Fanshu, and he couldn't help but look at the boy next to him who actually seemed a little shy at the moment.
Looking at the other person's face, which even showed a hint of immaturity, Ma Fanshu suddenly realized.
The boy was only seventeen years old.
She was in the country, so she naturally knew very well what the name Song Wen meant.
It is hard to imagine how this 17-year-old boy could remain unaffected with such an excellent mentality.
But now it seems that this team may be his pure land.
These excellent teammates, coaches, and even excellent bosses helped him get through those difficult times.
At this moment, Ma Fanshu suddenly felt an overwhelm of maternal love and felt sorry for Song Wen.
He must be very grateful to these teammates.
Ma Fanshu was thinking about this when he saw Song Wen suddenly speak:
"Shut up, you sycophants. You just want me to treat you to a meal? I'm telling you, it's impossible. There's no way!"
Ma Fanshu was slightly stunned and reminded softly:
"Song Wen, we are still recording here, do you want to..."
She wanted to remind Song Wen to pay a little more attention to his image, and even to establish his own personality.
After all, Tianxia Football still has a great influence in China.
Maybe it can help Song Wen reverse his domestic reputation.
Although Song Wen's performance yesterday also impressed many domestic fans.
But the resentment between the two sides is too deep.
At this time, domestic fans have a mentality of not wanting to see their enemies do well.
The domestic social media is now in complete chaos.
In the past, everyone was united and worked together to curse Song Wen.
Now some fans have rebelled.
They would occasionally speak up for Song Wen, but if they did, they would immediately be attacked by another group of fans and even be expelled from their nationality.
The online war of words has begun.
And the impact this brings is much greater than before.
After all, when everyone curses together, it’s just something that happens within the circle.
But now they started to curse each other, and they cursed outside the circle. But what Ma Fanshu didn't know was that this was the result that Song Wen wanted to see the most.
So when Song Wen heard Ma Fanshu's reminder, he spread his hands nonchalantly and said:
"It's okay. I'm used to the rumors."
Ma Fanshu just thought that Song Wen was a desperate man and felt even more sorry for this young man.
The interview was about to continue. Ma Fanshu looked at McGoldrick and asked:
"What kind of player do you think Song Wen is?"
McGoldrick didn't even think about it, his face was full of piety.
"Song! He is a great player! He is also a great fighter! He led us all the way. Without Song, there would be no us, and there would be no Ipswich today!"
When McGoldrick finished speaking, Pittman, who was sitting on the other side, widened his eyes.
He was sure that this old black man must have done his homework in advance, otherwise, with his elementary school education, how could he give such beautiful praise.
This made Pittman nervous instantly.
Ma Fanshu's question followed immediately.
"Pittman, can you tell me about Song Wen in your eyes?"
Pittman swallowed.
During this period of time, he was always thinking about competing for favor with McGoldrick in order to get more favors from Song Wen.
But no matter how hard he tried, he found that he could never compare to McGoldrick.
Just like when the game ended yesterday, McGoldrick immediately stood in front of that naughty guy named Grealish and protected Song Wen's purity.
These things were something he had not expected.
Last night, he had a long talk with McGoldrick all night long.
In response to Pittman's question, McGoldrick chuckled and explained:
"Do you know what is different about you and me?"
"Your compliments and help all have clear purposes. But mine don't. It's hard for me to explain that feeling to you. When I first saw Song Wen, I felt as if we had known each other in our past lives. My blood was boiling and my heart was beating wildly. I was sincere and willing to give everything for him without asking for anything in return. This is the difference between you and me."
McGoldrick's words shocked Pittman deeply.
At this moment, facing the interview on camera, Pittman emptied his mind and body, trying to put himself into the role of McGoldrick.
When he became McGoldrick, the words came out of his mouth as soon as they came into his mouth.
"Song Wen, he is my master..."
As soon as Pittman finished speaking, the conference room fell into an eerie silence.
Ma Fan opened his mouth with a look of surprise, as if he was wondering if he had heard the English wrongly.
And Song Wen's eyes changed instantly when he looked at Pittman.
I have to consider whether I should let McCarthy train the substitute forward more. There is something wrong with this kid and he needs to be put on the bench quickly.
Even McGoldrick opened his eyes wide and looked at Pittman in disbelief.
He couldn't understand why this kid could be so shameless.
Such words...
Even he couldn't say such words!
"boom!"
McGoldrick slammed the table, his eyes red, and he stood up in rage!
"Hey Pittman! What do you mean! You dirty, vile, filthy creeper! Do you know what you're talking about?"
Boss Huang clicked his tongue twice and nodded.
"Yeah, you're really going too far..."
Before he finished speaking, McGodre had already stood up and looked at Song Wen.
He patted his muscular chest and said seriously:
"Song! I am three-fifths black. If you absolutely need someone, I hope that person must be me!"
Ma Fanshu has no time to care about maintaining her own image.
His eyes were as wide as bells.
Shoot out lightning-like shrewdness.
The ears stand up like antennas.
Listen for any suspicious sounds.
"Cameraman, please remember to cut out these contents when the time comes."
These contents should not be broadcast externally.
The two were quickly kicked out of the meeting room by McCarthy. After a brief interview with McCarthy and Boss Huang, Song Wen's one-on-one interview began.
"Here are some questions I prepared. You can take a look at them in advance."
Ma Fanshu said as he handed over a stack of papers.
However, Song Wen had no intention of answering the call. He put his phone aside and said:
"Let's get started quickly. I have something important to do later."
Ma Fanshu nodded but didn't force it.
After all, they are recorded broadcasts and can still be edited.
"Song Wen, I also watched the game last night. It was very exciting. You almost accomplished an impossible feat. And in the past half of the season, your performance was also very experienced. It can be said that you have attracted the attention of fans all over the world. Many fans are very curious. What do you think is the main reason why you can do so well?"
Hearing Ma Fanshu's question, Song Wen answered:
"The main reason is the support of the fans at home. I am alone out there, and without their support, I would not be able to get to where I am now."
He spoke with such sincerity that even the most professional acting teacher could not find any trace of acting in him.
In fact, Song Wen was answering sincerely.
Most of his abilities come from the support of domestic fans.
However, Song Wen's serious answer made Ma Fanshu confused.
But at least she recorded a pretty good answer, so she continued to ask:
"In seven days, Ipswich will play in the promotion play-offs. Are you confident about the upcoming games?"
The games of most Championship teams have already ended.
There are only four teams that still need to play games, namely the teams ranked third to sixth in the Championship points.
They are Aston Villa in third, Leeds United in fourth, Huddersfield in fifth and Ipswich in sixth.
These four teams will adopt a two-round home and away elimination system, with the third place against the sixth place, and the fourth place against the fifth place. A draw will decide which team will play at home first. The two teams that enter the final will compete for the championship in a neutral venue with one game. The winning team will be promoted to the Super League.
In other words, Ipswich's opponent in the play-offs is Aston Villa, who just finished the game!
This has caused countless Aston Villa fans to start howling on the Internet.
The score was five to one in one game.
Now we have to play two games at home and away, and I can’t even imagine what the score will be.
The players of Aston Villa also wanted to die.
We just finished military training and now we have to do two more training sessions. Who can stand this?
Unfortunately, in the last game, all Villa fans were impressed by him, so Song Wen was a little dissatisfied, so he said:
"Aston Villa is a terrible team. Even my grandma could win if she played there."
Ma Fanshu: “…”
She decided to change the subject to avoid the boy having trouble staying in the UK in the future.
"Who was the animated character on your vest when you took off your shirt to celebrate after the game yesterday?"
"Yes, it's Li Tie."
Ma Fanshu: “…”
She didn't even dare to ask what the picture meant.
"We see that you seem to pay close attention to our national football team on weekdays, and you must have some feelings for it. Although people outside say that your comments on the national football team are not very nice, I think, like many fans, this is perhaps a manifestation of deep love and strong criticism, right?"
Ma Fanshu decided to say something that could be recorded.
By the way, help this somewhat inexperienced young man.
The biggest point of conflict between Song Wen and domestic fans is over the Chinese national football team.
As a professional host, if I can help Song Wen express himself correctly through guidance, perhaps I can ease some of the grudges between the two.
And the saying "the deeper the love, the more severe the criticism" was also said by Song Wen himself when they played a friendly match.
However, in the face of Ma Fanshu's kindness, Song Wen showed no intention of appreciating it.
He raised his eyebrows and said crisply:
"Don't insult me, who is a fan of the Chinese national football team?"
"The national football team is garbage."
Ma Fanshu became anxious.
"These are your original words. The deeper the love, the more severe the blame."
Song Wen shook his head:
"No, I'm paying attention now."
"I don't have this unfilial son."
(End of this chapter)