An interview van with 'PPTV' printed on it drives through the streets of London.

Dong Yuming sat in the co-pilot, looking at the newspaper in his hand and feeling honored to praise Yi Le.

Chinese players have never stopped, but they have not been able to play the desired effect, let alone a core, and even the starters have not been able to be the starters.

Most of the time, it is a few years of confusion, and then I go back to my hometown depressed.

Chinese football has always been a thorn in the hearts of fans and even Chinese people!

Are there many fans in China?

Many! How terrible!

You can see the popularity of the World Cup every year.

But as a Chinese, as a Chinese fan, who doesn't want to cheer for their national team in the World Cup.

Cheers to the awesome offense!

Exclaim for a thrilling defense!

Crazy for a rare victory!

But Chinese football itself is not competitive and has been living up to the faith of fans, let alone going to the World Cup, it is difficult to even break out of Asia.

In this environment, the appearance of Yile is like a firefly in the dark night, so bright and bright.

Although the Championship is not the world's top five leagues, it is dozens of times more powerful than the Chinese Super League.

But in such a field, a Chinese player has become the core, and he has become the darling of the whole team.

Dong Yuming's heart was agitated, he had only seen this kind of plot in those novels!

This time, when he returned to China, he suspended the handover procedures for his transfer and insisted on staying in London for follow-up reporting.

When he reported the situation and certified it, the column team quickly set up an interview team, and their only task was to interview every bit of Yile.

"it!"

Suddenly, an exclamation came from the back seat, and a young man who seemed to be in his early twenties, holding a mobile phone in his hand, his eyes widened with excitement.

"How did you pass the ball? Does he have a locator on his shoulder? ”

"Nima, this is a cow's tail, it's so beautiful!"

"This through ball!" The young man's face was flushed with excitement, and he didn't know how to praise him in the end, so he could only hold back a sentence: "Awesome!!" ”

Li Zhen is an intern reporter at PPTV, and he has just joined the column group for less than a month, but he was lucky and was directly sent abroad for follow-up interviews.

He thought that they were going to interview a certain national football boss, but he didn't expect it to be a teenager who didn't have any hair.

It's just that when he saw the other party's kicking video, he was completely conquered by him.

Is there anyone else in China who can play such football?

This is just the game, Li Zhen has watched it several times, the rhythm of the field is extremely fast, and it is completely a European league-level game.

This is different from the kind of slow and soft game he looks at the Chinese Super League.

Intense physical confrontation!

Fast and precise passes!

The ever-changing field and the unpredictable running!

And in such a field, the black-haired teenager dominated almost the entire game.

He is the engine, the commander of the team.

His passing is sharp and precise!

When countless people cheered towards the black-haired boy as if they were worshipping, Li Zhen felt a tingling scalp, goosebumps fell to the ground, and his heart was slowly proud.

"Uncle Dong, I feel like I'm dreaming!" Li Zhen said in disbelief.

Dong Yuming smiled slightly, not to mention Li Zhen, he was even more out of shape when he first saw Yile's game.

Watching a game live is not the same thing as watching a video.

When countless Millwall fans erupted in loud cheers, he was inevitably assimilated.

That's his compatriots, their Chinese players at that time!

He couldn't be prouder and proud!

"This time we finally got the opportunity to be interviewed, you perform well." Dong Yuming said with a smile.

Li Zhen nodded again and again: "Don't worry!" I'm definitely positive, but... Uncle Dong, after the interview, can I ask for an autograph? ”

Dong Yuming paused for a moment, then smiled dumbly, and said, "Then you have to talk to Yi Le." ”

Li Zhen scratched his head a little embarrassed, and the two came to the Millwall Club with an inexplicable mood.

Led by the staff, they went to the training ground, where the main players and substitutes were in training.

Seeing this scene, Dong Yuming didn't say a word, and directly picked up the camera and was about to start shooting.

It's just that the staff who have been accompanying them is in front of the camera and says solemnly: "Mr. Reporter, this is not in accordance with the rules." ”

Dong Yuming paused for a moment, and then laughed, he was anxious.

How can this kind of training match be reported, it is likely to leak tactics, so apologize and put away the camera.

Dong Yuming and Li Zhenzheng watched the training match without blinking, and their eyes were firmly fixed on the black-haired boy wearing the vest of the main team.

Looking at him constantly combing the rhythm of the court, the accurate but fast pass of the foot couldn't help but sigh secretly.

"It's fast-paced!" Li Zhen couldn't help but exclaim.

The football was constantly moving in and out of sight, and every pass was powerful, but these Millwall players were able to stop steadily.

Li Zhen secretly compared, if he was replaced by a national football player, he didn't know how far the other party could stop.

This is the gap in basic skills!

The rhythm of the whole training match was changing rapidly, the rhythm was very fast, and everyone's running position and movements dazzled Li Zhen.

He saw Yi Le holding the ball with his back to him, and a substitute defender pressed it fiercely.

Just when he thought that Yi Le was about to be knocked down, he saw that with a muffled snort, Yi Le did not move, and the football under his feet slammed against his heel and rolled through the small door of the defender.

And Yile completed the turn for the first time, relying on explosive power to get rid of the other party.

"Beautiful!" Dong Yuming saw this beautiful turn and got rid of it, and couldn't help but praise

Li Zhen said with a look of surprise: "He's strong? ”

Yi Le's body looked very thin, and Li Zhen couldn't understand how Yi Le resisted that bear-like defender.

The staff member raised his chin proudly and said: "Yi's physical confrontation ability is not weak, you must know that in the league, other teams have to defend Yi in order to defend Yi, but they have to defend with a double guard!" ”

Li Zhen looked shocked and muttered to himself: "Isn't this superstar treatment?" ”

"That's right!" The staff member proudly said, "He's a superstar in Millwall!" ”

......

At the end of the training match, Neil. After summing up, Khalid announced the end of today's training.

Subsequently, he pulled Yile over and asked him to attend a media interview.

Yi Le was a little confused, didn't the club strictly prohibit him from contacting the media? Why did he participate in the interview again.

With doubts, Yi Le walked to the sidelines, and when he saw two Chinese people waiting for him with microphones and cameras, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help trotting over.

Dong Yumingan was patiently excited, and was just about to speak, only to see Yi Le cautiously asking: "Are you Chinese?" ”

When Yi Le first came to Europe, he was often identified as Japanese or Korean, after all, there were too few Chinese players playing in Europe, so there were some jokes.

Dong Yuming and Li Zhen glanced at each other, and the former immediately thought of the problem, and couldn't help laughing: "Hello, Yile, I'm a reporter from PPTV, Dong Yuming!" ”

It's really a Chinese person!

The smile on Yi Le's face showed a hint of kindness.

In a foreign country, it is a happy thing to meet Chinese people.

Li Zhen also came over, looked at Yi Le with a curious face, and gave a thumbs up and praised: "You are awesome at playing!" ”

Yi Le scratched his head embarrassedly and said shyly, "Thank you." ”

Still a shy boy,

Dong Yuming's senses for Yile are getting better and better.

"Is it convenient to conduct interviews now?" Dong Yuming asked.

Yi Le took the lead again and again and said, "Well, it's convenient, if you think it's too noisy here, we can go to the café opposite, it's pretty good." ”

Looking at Yi Le's impatient look, Dong Yuming smiled: "It's good here." ”

"Well, what do you want to ask?" Yi Le was a little disappointed, feeling that he had not entertained them well.

Dong Yuming smiled and reintroduced himself: "We are reporters from the Eurostar column group under PP Sports, my name is Dong Yuming. ”

Yi Le nodded and said; "My name is Yi Le, a professional football player, from Dalin City."

After speaking, he asked curiously, "Are you very famous?" ”

Forehead......

Dong Yuming smiled awkwardly and said, "It should be." ”

Amusing!

PP Sports is not famous?

Don't look at you playing football, boy, you can talk nonsense!

"Great." Yi Le stroked his hands and laughed, "Then my parents will definitely be able to see it." ”

Dong Yuming paused for a moment, and said with a hint of distress: "We will definitely inform the second elder." ”

"Thank you."

Yi Le smiled very happily.