Chapter 269 Killing the Chicken for Nothing

"Although Argentina has entered the final, I am not happy." Football champion Maradona accepted an interview with the "Independent" after the game. The expression on his face did not seem to be showing off.

It can even be said to be a little angry.

"I feel like I've eaten a fly, but also like I've eaten a bunch of flies."

"Is this the Argentina I'm familiar with? I don't like this Argentine team. Except for Messi and Zabaleta, everyone else is useless. But I also want to criticize Messi. It was his diving that saved Argentina. "

"This is a stain that he will never be able to wash away in his life."

Diego, can you be more reliable in what you say? Back then, you still had the Hand of God, but Messi didn't have this kind of diving, and now you are even less in the mood to boast here! Don't complain about Messi's diving, unless you are jealous that his results are better than yours...

The Argentinian media does not support Maradona's comments.

However, besides Argentina itself, who else supports Argentina?

The British media firmly sided with the Chinese team.

"Won the top scorer, but lost the qualification to advance to the finals. Poor Chinese Dong, he tried his best in the game, but he still couldn't win against Messi's diving and the referee. 9 goals were not enough for him. For him, he can basically win the top scorer, which may be his greatest comfort. However, his journey to the World Youth Championship is not over yet, because there is still a third place to compete for, and they will compete with each other three days later. Morocco competes for third place in the World Youth Championship.”

Morocco lost to the powerful Nigeria in the semi-finals, losing miserably 0:3. Compared with the Chinese team, they were directly euthanasia and had no ability to resist at all.

In China, the People's Daily reported the National Youth Team's battle with a rare headline - "Losing the game, winning the glory."

——"The people will not blame you, you have done enough."

The news broadcast actually broadcast for more than a minute...

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"Leo, what do you say about that penalty?"

"Leo,"

"Leo,"

Leo Messi got on the bus from that day to the training ground the next day.

Reporters kept chasing him to ask questions, but Messi remained gloomy and did not speak.

It is impossible for him to give an interview to the media and answer this unexplainable matter.

It wasn't a penalty, but there was no way he was going to admit it to the media. It is impossible to admit it in this life.

I am not a sinner, I am a hero of Argentina, or so he thinks, so he is not bothered by the media, no matter what they ask…

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It was not until the second day of the game that Dong Fangzhuo accepted an interview with the Manchester Evening News. Early on, reporters from the Manchester Evening News came to the training ground of the Chinese team. He knew that Dong Fangzhuo had the habit of training early, so he came so early, but when he came to the training ground, he was still very surprised, because Dong Fangzhuo came early...

"Wow, this guy is really an inhuman!"

Although he had met Dong Fangzhuo too many times at the Carrington base, he was still full of admiration for Dong Fangzhuo.

"Dong, are you sad that you lost in the semifinals?"

"Sad, but we didn't lose."

"What do you think of Messi's penalty?"

"You'd better go and ask him yourself."

He kicked the ball back to Messi...

"It doesn't matter, you have performed well enough. The whole world has seen your performance. Everyone knows that you are more worthy of entering the finals. There are still three or four finals, come on!"

"Well, life must go on." Dong Fangzhuo raised his head and saw the sparse teammates.

Yesterday was a difficult day. Krauchen planned to give everyone a day off to adjust their mood, but he didn't expect them to come anyway.

It's just that it's hard to say it's easy...

"Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. My teammates are here. Let's talk again when we return to Manchester." Dong Fangzhuo interrupted the interview.

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"Hey, what kind of song is this?" Dong Fangzhuo grabbed an earphone from Hao Junmin's right ear and stuffed it into his ear.

"Star, sky."

"You don't know English? You speak so standardly."

"That's it. Every time I lose, I listen to this song to comfort myself."

"Oh," Dong Fangzhuo was silent for a moment and touched Hao Junmin's head.

"You seemed to be hiding behind the penalty kick yesterday."

"I'm afraid."

"What are you afraid of? There will always be a lot of penalty shootouts in the future. Maybe there will be a penalty shootout in the third or fourth place finals."

"Brother Dong, how is your injury?" At this time, Feng Xiaoting came over and asked with concern.

After the game last night, the two went to the local hospital for examination together, so they knew that both of them were injured.

"I don't know yet. It should be nothing serious. The Manchester United team doctor will be here soon to conduct further examination on me."

"This pussy is so pretentious..."

"Pretend, it doesn't matter how injured you are. I'm not here, and there are Gao Lin and Zhu Ting. If you're not here, the defense will be at a disadvantage."

"I guess I won't be able to play, and I will have to rest for at least more than a month."

There was an air of sadness in the training ground for a moment. If neither Dong Fangzhuo nor Feng Xiaoting can start, the Chinese team will be greatly reduced in both offense and defense.

So everyone's reaction was a little pessimistic. Dong Fangzhuo noticed all this, and then he said: "What's wrong with you? Even without Feng Xiaoting and me, you can still get third place."

"You have to know that this team is not where we are now because of me, Dong Fangzhuo and Feng Xiaoting, but because of us and all of you, we can be here together. We can lack anyone, as long as we have this The team is still here!”

"I have to express my gratitude to you. Without you, I would not have been able to experience such a wonderful World Youth Championship. Really, brothers, thank you very much!"

"this……"

Everyone can't imagine that Dong Fangzhuo can actually say such touching and sensational words. Anyway, they can't say it. It's not that they can't speak, but they can't organize their own words.

"Brother Dong, did you say the same to Dai Feifei?" Huang Bowen stuck out his tongue.

"Go away, if I say such sensational words, how far have you misled me."

"Brother Dong, are you having an affair with Dai Feifei?"

"Did you have sex with her..."

"Fuck, you guys are really hopeless. Let's be serious. In this competition, have you noticed that physical fitness is our biggest enemy?"

After speaking, Dong Fangzhuo pulled up his shirt.

"Look at these eight-pack abs!"

"It's not that I am so pretty in front of you. One day you will become as strong as me and your physical fitness will improve. Those foreigners are nothing."

"Oh, by the way, have you ever eaten the white chicken from the South?"

"White chicken?" Zeng Cheng is from Meizhou, so naturally he eats chicken all the time.

"Yes, it's a white chicken. It's just a white belly. It's clean and has no muscles at all..."

"You must never be a chicken in vain in the future!"