Grassroots Glory

Zhou Tiancheng walked to the door, the leader of the national team saw him coming, stunned.

"Leader, this kind of thing is better for me to represent the team. You also know that Jiang Hao is not able to cope with it. After all, I am the captain. Is it okay to express this position on behalf of the team?"

"Aha, Xiao Zhou, go in, of course there is no problem. In fact, you are the best, not only we understand you, the whole world knows, come in!"

There was a smile on the leader's face. What this means is obvious. Zhou Tiancheng is almost the business card of Chinese football in the world, and all public opinion is almost positive. It is naturally more convincing for him to speak to the media.

Zhou Tiancheng walked in and looked at all the scenes present. He gently hooked the corner of his mouth. Before waiting for all the shots to catch his expression, Zhou Tiancheng immediately touched it off and sat next to Lippi.

In this post-match press conference, the game itself was destined not to be the focus, and did not ask two questions. An Iranian journalist stood up and roared with pride: "We want to ask your No. 9 (Jiang Hao) to deliberately throw the ball What does it mean to step on the door and celebrate? Too disrespecting us, you don’t even treat us as equal opponents, the Chinese are against sportsmanship! Are you bullying like this?"

The Iranian bearded journalist stared at his eyes and his expression was aggressive. Except for a small group of reporters who did not discuss it in private, many reporters were indifferent, especially those with white skin and a press card hanging around their necks.

This situation was completely seen in Zhou Tiancheng's eyes, his expression did not have any confusion, but showed a hint of ridicule.

Even after Lippi listened to the translation around her, his expression slightly changed, and he whispered to Zhou Tiancheng: "Their problem is out of bounds, this is not football. Do you need me to help? Jiang Hao is also my player, I have This obligation."

Zhou Tiancheng looked at him and waved his hand confidently: "Sir, did you not find that Jiang Hao didn't come? Haha, I never do anything I'm not sure about."

Zhou Tiancheng soothed Lippi's emotions, and then turned his head to look at the opposite. The Iranian bearded reporter was anxiously red and white. Compared with Zhou Tiancheng's expression, the expression was more like a clown.

The leaders of the Chinese Football Association heard cold sweat at the door, and several questions were very sharp, especially the last two questions. The leaders could hear it more, with the meaning of the West's favorite rendering.

Looking at Zhou Tiancheng's light and breezy face, it seemed that he wasn't serious at all, and the leader was suddenly a little nervous: after all, he was still young!

"Is your question finished?" Zhou Tiancheng asked.

The reporter gasped and said, "You have to give us an explanation! Apology! Let your number 9 come out and apologize!"

"This reporter, don’t worry about it first? I will ask you three questions first. If you can answer it, I apologize to the Iranian team for him. I am the captain of the Chinese team. Speaking of popularity... Is there anyone here? Don’t know me? I’m on behalf of the Chinese team. Do you have any questions? How?

There is no objection.

"The first question, this reporter, do you understand football?"

Many football reporters at the scene suddenly laughed inwardly. They thought that Zhou Tiancheng's question was really naive.

"Apologize!" The bearded reporter raised his neck, seeing Zhou Tiancheng didn't mean to apologize, he was more arrogant, feeling that he occupied the moral high ground.

"It seems that you really don't understand." Zhou Tiancheng smiled, "It's okay, I can give you science."

"First of all, the number 9 in your mouth, I’m sure that 80% of the reporters here can call his name, because this is our Chinese team’s player in Europe, and these reporters can’t help but understand, So I’m sure you don’t understand at all. So, who gave you the courage to dictate our performance on the court? We just stopped the ball on the goal line without any extra action, why, what’s wrong? How do we want to score, how to celebrate, we still have to decide for you?"

Zhou Tiancheng's tone increased instantly, and there were still many reporters who were familiar with Zhou Tiancheng. The real big media in Europe, including BBC and photo newspapers, were integrated in Iranian workstations. I heard that there was big news here I hurried over right now, and now the group of people is the most excited. It is really rare to see Zhou Tiancheng flaring at reporters.

"Of course, because you don’t understand football at all, I won’t ask the second question. It’s also a dazed face to ask you... but you can check the history to see if the Iranian team did it a few years ago. What. If you think that our behavior is to humiliate you... then this is it! Because compared with you, we have been quite restrained."

"Do you mean not to apologize?" The opposite suddenly became hysterical.

Zhou Tiancheng just smiled faintly: "Don't worry, there is another problem. You said that we violated the spirit of sports? I suggest you go to see your past performance before talking. Also, do you really know respect?"

Zhou Tiancheng took out the mobile video he shot and showed it to everyone. In the video, you can see a group of Iranian fans climbing to the stands of Chinese fans and clamoring for siege in various ways.

The scene suddenly exclaimed, all the reporters stretched their necks, Iranian reporters saw the chaotic scene in the stands, and his face instantly changed to pig liver.

"It doesn't matter, I will post this after the game~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Zhou Tiancheng put down his phone and stared at the reporter: "Respect, respect opponents, respect fans. At least we did. All the conflicts are not caused by us, and we have never thought of provoking your fans in the past. We in China have always been a state of etiquette. People don’t commit me and I don’t commit anybody. Do you protest to us? Don’t be afraid to tell you the truth, we didn’t protest to you, you should bless God. "

"That's the fact. If you still don't believe it, I can give you a chance. I will publish all the facts and videos on all social software and leave it to everyone to judge... Maybe you think Chinese people are kind, Chinese The level of professional players is not high enough, so you can play around with right and wrong without paying any price, right? Sorry, I’m really not used to this problem here."

Zhou Tiancheng threw a sentence, and then went directly to the entrance, leaving a group of dumbfounded melon reporters. As soon as Zhou Tiancheng went out, he froze behind him.

The three questions, all of them bludgeoned, directly bombarded the bearded reporter.

As for the other reporters, they were all surprised, including those who knew him. It was rare to see the mature Zhou Tiancheng having such a sharp side.

Lippi looked at him with surprise in his eyes. He felt that perhaps this was the deep nature of Zhou Tiancheng. A tall saying is called: second personality.

The more he looked at Zhou Tiancheng, the more satisfied he was.

The cold and steady appearance is full of fiery passion. The two are contradictory, but the players who can achieve balance are, without exception, leaders who can carry a team on their shoulders to the top.

Lippi laughed. He seemed to discover the secret of Zhou Tiancheng's creation of the third pole of world football in this era.

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