Chapter 147 Crazy Female Fans Attack
Chapter 147 Crazy Female Fans Attack
The fans of the Tractor Boys were celebrating wildly at Portman Road.
Although this goal was only scored at the end of the first half, the normal game was far from over.
But the brilliance of this goal is really moving.
First there were two consecutive saves in front of the goal line, then there was a quick counterattack with the ball as if teleporting, and finally two dangerous shots on goal, and a single-handed goal at the buzzer!
Sky Sports UK.
The commentator is holding his head and exclaiming!
"OMG!OMG!OMG!"
"Song! His performance is enough to make his opponents despair! From his own goal to the opponent's goal, the entire football field seems to be full of his shadow! He is simply everywhere!"
"Look at his speed, look at his unstoppable speed! This man is really crazy, no wonder my wife calls out his name every night when she dreams!"
In the Douyin live broadcast room.
Fan Zhiyi opened his mouth wide, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time.
His lips trembled for a long time, and finally he only uttered four words.
"I have never seen such a thing before, I have never seen such a thing before!"
Zhan Jun standing by was so excited that his eyes were wet and there was a layer of fog on his lenses.
He took off his glasses, wiped them and choked up:
"Every time I watch Song Wen's game, I am always moved to tears. How did he do it? The rescue he made in front of the goal line in the last second was so exciting, and the next moment he ran across the field to score a goal. We used to say that Song Wen might be the best midfielder of the younger generation. Now he not only takes on the responsibilities of a defender, but also the responsibilities of a goalkeeper!"
"Wow, just with this one goal, no matter how the game goes in the next 45 minutes, I feel satisfied enough!"
"Who would have thought, this is football, how can you not love this kind of football!"
As Zhan Jun sighed, the barrage in the live broadcast room was filled with 6666.
【666666! ! 】
[Ahhhh! Song the Football King! This is our Song the Football King! Song the Football King who is proficient in everything from goalkeeper to midfielder to forward, do you have such a Song the Football King? ]
[Fuck! A journey of a thousand miles tells a horse's strength! I was wrong to criticize Song Ze for not having a strong horse before, but I didn't expect Song Ze's horsepower to be so strong! Song Ze's horsepower! ]
[Wow! I feel so sorry for my Wenwen! ]
[Woah! Female fans! ]
[It's bad, brothers, Song Ze has female fans now, things are starting to go wrong! ]
[Shut up, what happened to you female fans? I only watch the game for Wenwen! ]
[That’s right, sisters, ignore them and concentrate on reading the article! ]
[Ahhh! Look at Wenwen's celebration posture, so arrogant, I like it! ]
[It's not a big deal, why are there so many women here all of a sudden? 】
[Sisters, it’s your first time watching football, if you don’t understand, just ask, what are the rules of football? Why don’t you use your hands? ]
[In the football world, only Sun Ke can play one-on-one with his hands behind his back. ]
The old fans in the live broadcast room looked at Wenwen who kept floating in the barrage, all with a confused look on their faces.
I don’t know why Song Wen suddenly has so many female fans.
Moreover, these female fans are so crazy, it's like they are in heat. Those who call them "Wenwen" are being subtle, and some even call them "husband".
What’s even more frightening is that with the appearance of these female fans, some of the haters who were originally in the live broadcast room were directly sprayed away and no one knew where they went.
In front of the crazy female fans, the power of the haters is terribly small.
The family members united as one and beat the black men underground in an instant.
Not to mention the fans, even Fan Zhiyi seemed a little confused when he saw the trend of barrage.
There are girls who like football, but after all, it is a sport with a much larger male base.
So you rarely see women.
But today, it seems that the number of women in the live broadcast room at least accounts for one-fifth of the total number of people.
As it turned out, although Fan Zhiyi started playing on the Internet under the guidance of Song Wen, he was still a little behind the times.
As Song Wen continued to gain popularity, entries about him began to appear frequently on Weibo in China.
The wind from the propeller in Song Wen's pants finally blew from the British Isles to the country.
Although Song Wen was a little too niche at first because of this reason, the more niche something is, the more likely it is to arouse the obsession of these niche enthusiasts.
As these niche enthusiasts gradually observed Song Wen, they soon discovered another player in the Ipswich team.
Grealish.
Although Grealish is called a broken version of Beckham, this is also a recognition of his appearance.
In addition, Grealish always wears hip-hugging shorts and his movements are very tempting. Song Wen and Grealish often interact on the court, which soon attracted the love of a group of niche fans.
A single niche is still just a niche.
But when several small groups come together, a wave is formed.
Soon, Song Wen broke out of the circle again and became an idol for many people who love good-looking people.
After all, Song Wen's own conditions are quite outstanding.
He is 1.8 meters tall with clear and regular facial features. He looks sunny as he runs and sweats on the court. He is only 17 years old. The broken photos of him fighting on the court with his head broken and bleeding quickly captured the hearts of a group of soft-hearted older sisters.
Just like that, Song Wen soon had a large number of female fans on Weibo.
Fan Zhiyi obviously didn't know the ins and outs behind this.
After all, things on the Internet are really complicated.
The twists and turns in the development of many things are simply beyond the control of anyone.
He thought that these were the navy hired by Song Wen, and he didn't know what tricks they were up to. He was still wondering why Song Wen didn't greet him in advance.
But based on past experience, Fan Zhiyi only needed to think about it for a moment before he knew what to do next.
Given Song Wen's personality, he doesn't seem to like those comments praising him. Instead, he often takes the initiative to invite some internet trolls to the live broadcast room to lead the rhythm and discredit himself.
Now looking at the comments of these female fans, it is obvious that they can easily cause discomfort to ordinary people.
This may be what Song Wen wants to achieve.
But based on Fan Zhiyi's understanding of Song Wen, what Song Wen wants to do is definitely not that simple.
Because he felt that playing like this was too childish and did not suit Song Wen's character.
If I were Song Wen...
Fan Zhiyi's eyes lit up.
That’s right, that’s it!
He coughed, looking very dissatisfied, and said:
"Is the housing manager here? The housing manager is here, come out and do your job! Ban all those people who are shouting "Wenwen" and "husband" in the live broadcast room for a hundred years! They don't know what they are doing, but they are doing this in my football live broadcast room, isn't it disgusting?" Fan Zhiyi said this. The live broadcast room instantly became more lively.
[If not the old man, who are you? Are you Wenwen's hater? ]
[I asked my husband what happened to you. Is the old man jealous?]
[Oh my, this is disgusting, old man Pu Xin, why don’t you let Song Wen, who is so handsome and good at playing football, do so well.]
[This guy named Fan Zhiyi is obviously jealous. My family members are laughing to death. I am really speechless.]
[Fuck, Brother Fan is such a warrior, he even dares to offend his female fans.]
【Hahaha, I have to go to Weibo and keep an eye on it. 】
Looking at the comments that affirmed him, Fan Zhiyi smiled.
He knew it was so.
This must be what Song Wen intended.
As the saying goes, don't mess with a woman.
Once you offend a woman, especially those on the Internet, you can expect to be left with a bad reputation.
Now that I have banned these half-water army and half-female fans, the angry female fans will definitely go back to the organization to look for their families.
Wouldn't the incident become a big deal? Wouldn't the heat be on? Wouldn't Song Wen have more haters?
But now it's just the first step.
If it were just that, the female fans would only be scolding Fan Zhiyi.
So he continued with a smile:
"It's really not me who wants to ban you. It was Song Wen who said so. He asked me to ban you all."
Fan Zhiyi's words directly blinded the minds of the fans at the scene.
[Okay, okay, Song Wenren is on the court, giving you remote commands, right?]
[General Fan, if you talk like this, I really doubt whether you have turned from a fan to a black. ]
[No, Lao Fan, what do you mean, I, the hater, have turned into a fan, and you have turned into a hater? ]
Seeing that everyone didn't believe him, Fan Zhiyi took out his cell phone with a smile.
"There is a delay in our live broadcast. You see, they have already left the stage. In fact, they have been gone for more than a minute. I just contacted Song Wen. If you don't believe it, you can verify it yourself when the time comes."
After Fan Zhiyi finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to the noise in the barrage, but actually started to send a message to Song Wen.
He had a happy smile on his face, and this happiness came from the fact that he felt he had figured out the Internet and finally understood Song Wen.
On the other side, Song Wen, who had just come off the field, received a message from Fan Zhiyi as soon as he got his mobile phone.
"Xiao Song, you kicked the ball well. I have never seen such an awesome goal. In two words, awesome!"
Seeing the message sent by Fan Zhiyi, Song Wen smiled.
He has no relatives or friends, especially in his own country.
Fan Zhiyi can be counted as one of his friends who can be counted on one's fingers.
"Brother Fan, you are too kind. It's just a small scene."
As soon as Song Wen sent the message, he received an immediate reply from Fan Zhiyi.
"Hahaha, Xiao Song, just play well on the field. I will take care of all the problems behind the scenes for you."
When Song Wen saw the message from Fan Zhiyi, he was stunned for a moment. Just as he was about to ask what had happened in the rear, he saw that Fan Zhiyi's message came again soon.
"By the way, you are really ruthless. How can you have so many crooked ideas? You can even think of asking a woman to lead the trend. I tell you, you will be on the hot search tomorrow. But remember to notify me in advance next time. After all, I, your brother Fan, am old. I didn't react immediately, so I was a little slow in blocking the account."
"But don't worry, I just checked Weibo and someone is already scolding you."
"Oh, by the way, remember to give your statement. I told those female fans that you were the one who asked me to block them. You said you thought the female fans were mentally ill and mentally unstable. What do you think? Doesn't this sound like something you would normally say? Hahaha."
Looking at the series of hahahaha sent by Fan Zhiyi, Song Wen felt a little confused.
He subconsciously looked at his black fan value, and it was actually increasing slowly.
But this black powder is worth...
At this moment, Song Wen felt like a thousand horses were galloping through his heart.
Old man Fan is really going too far.
He had finally built up a base of female fans in the country, but before it could even take shape, it was shattered by a slap from Fan Zhiyi?
But Fan Zhiyi had done so much, he had no choice but to reply:
"Brother Fan, take it easy. I want to go back to China and find a Chinese wife."
Fan Zhiyi's jokes were immediately heard from the other side.
"Hey, why aren't the big foreign horses outside fun?"
"Hey, what are you talking about, Brother Fan? I'm still a pure little virgin."
Song Wen replied without blushing or getting nervous.
"I met that girl Ma Fanshu once during an interview. She seemed to be interested in you and kept asking me about you. Are you two having an affair?"
In response to Fan Zhiyi's gossip, Song Wen replied:
"What are you talking about, Brother Fan? We've only met a few times at work."
"Okay, then I'm relieved. Don't worry, you're still young. I'll introduce my girl to you when the time comes."
"Brother Fan, I just want to concentrate on my work now!"
Watching Fan Zhiyi talking and mentioning his daughter again, Song Wen simply put down his phone.
This old guy seemed to want to take advantage of him and become his father-in-law.
I can’t count on my hands the number of times I’ve mentioned my daughter in front of him.
However, Song Wen really had no idea about Fan Zhiyi's daughter.
After all, playing around is one thing, but don’t make fun of your brother’s daughter.
If I really get together with Fan Zhiyi's daughter, I will feel guilty towards Brother Fan every time I go out to wash my feet.
While Song Wen was still thinking about his future life events, in the Chelsea locker room, Conte was already worried about this game.
He never expected that his decision would allow Ipswich to seize the opportunity and score a goal at the last minute of the first half.
You know, in a game situation like today, this goal can really change the course of the game.
If nothing unexpected happens, Ipswich will start defending in the second half of the game, allowing Song Wen to recover his strength while using his speed to launch a quick counterattack.
Conte had made sufficient preparations before this game, but that's how football is, the ball is round, and many times just because you are prepared and plan, the ball will not roll in the direction you expect.
And now, Chelsea is facing another century-old problem.
In the second half of the game, how can we target Song Wen and play a good offense at the same time? !
(End of this chapter)