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"TOM..." Hearing Tang Wu's name, Benitez subconsciously groaned.

Huh?

No, why did she ask about TOM and not the referee?

Benitezon paused for a moment and looked at the crowd in the audience, even the sports journalists from Milan, Rome and Turin were looking forward to the question.

Many people were sitting with headphones in their ears, pens and notebooks in their hands, ready to record everything Benitez had answered.

"Do they just want to know the latest news from TOM?" Capello looked confused. He couldn't understand why even the Italian journalists didn't care about the unfair treatment that Juventus had been subjected to in this game.

"The news from TOM is much more important than this game." Piero, who was on the side, took advantage of the time to drink water, leaned next to Capello in a low voice and whispered, "For those media, which news is more important, they can still tell which news." ”

"Well, I underestimated TOM!" Capello also took advantage of the opportunity to take a sip of water, turned his head and muttered to Piero.

"Uh... TOM, he shouldn't be fine..."

As soon as Bei Bald had finished speaking a sentence, he was interrupted again by a reporter.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Benitez. What do you mean by that? Is it possible that TOM is in a bad situation right now? ”

"No, oh no, no, no, of course not!" Hearing that someone in the audience was so aggressive, the Bei Bald Alliance shook his head and waved his hand.

'I said TOM was okay because he just had a sudden low-grade fever and that's why I took him off at half-time.

"Is it really just a low-grade fever?" The male reporter who had just interrupted the bald man reconfirmed.

"That's right, I'm sure I just had a low-grade fever." Benitez was sure.

Looking at the reporters below who began to take notes, Benitez muttered inwardly: "So far, I'm sure TOM has a low-grade fever." ”

"So when is TOM expected to recover? Will he be in time for the league game against Chelsea in a few days? Fontana asked again.

You say you're an Italian journalist, what do you care about our Premier League?

After finding out that the other reporters did not show their dissatisfaction with Fontana for continuously asking questions before them, Benitez coughed lightly and said in an official tone: "I don't know this yet, after all, TOM's low-grade fever is too sudden." ”

"After the game, we will do a thorough examination of TOM's whole body, and then judge whether he is capable of starting in the next game based on his physical condition."

It's just a low-grade fever, and with Tang Wu's physical fitness, even if he doesn't take injections or medicine, it will take two days, so Bei Bald is not worried.

But years of coaching have taught him not to say anything too much, especially in front of these journalists, who are good at chasing after the wind and making false claims.

After a period of official fighting, Benitez only felt a little thirsty in his throat, presumably shouted from the sidelines during the game.

So he reached over and unscrewed the bottle of mineral water, tilted his head and took a sip.

Just then, a Liverpool staff member hurried into the press conference and whispered something in Bei's ear.

Burst!

Bei Bald, who was still drinking water, squirted out a mouthful of water when he heard it, ignoring the choking trachea, and whispered, "What did you say? ”

"Coach, you heard it right, it's true..."The assistant coach glanced at the reporters in the audience, gave Bei Bald another look, and closed his mouth tightly.

"Fack!" Bei Bald let out a low sigh, immediately stood up and followed the assistant coach, and hurriedly walked out of the press conference.

"TOM..." Hearing Tang Wu's name, Benitez subconsciously groaned.

Huh?

No, why did she ask about TOM and not the referee?

Benitezon paused for a moment and looked at the crowd in the audience, even the sports journalists from Milan, Rome and Turin were looking forward to the question.

Many people were sitting with headphones in their ears, pens and notebooks in their hands, ready to record everything Benitez had answered.

"Do they just want to know the latest news from TOM?" Capello looked confused. He couldn't understand why even the Italian journalists didn't care about the unfair treatment that Juventus had been subjected to in this game.

"The news from TOM is much more important than this game." Piero, who was on the side, took advantage of the time to drink water, leaned next to Capello in a low voice and whispered, "For those media, which news is more important, they can still tell which news." ”

"Well, I underestimated TOM!" Capello also took advantage of the opportunity to take a sip of water, turned his head and muttered to Piero.

"Uh... TOM, he shouldn't be fine..."

As soon as Bei Bald had finished speaking a sentence, he was interrupted again by a reporter.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Benitez. What do you mean by that? Is it possible that TOM is in a bad situation right now? ”

"No, oh no, no, no, of course not!" Hearing that someone in the audience was so aggressive, the Bei Bald Alliance shook his head and waved his hand.

'I said TOM was okay because he just had a sudden low-grade fever and that's why I took him off at half-time.

"Is it really just a low-grade fever?" The male reporter who had just interrupted the bald man reconfirmed.

"That's right, I'm sure I just had a low-grade fever." Benitez was sure.

Looking at the reporters below who began to take notes, Benitez muttered inwardly: "So far, I'm sure TOM has a low-grade fever." ”

"So when is TOM expected to recover? Will he be in time for the league game against Chelsea in a few days? Fontana asked again.

You say you're an Italian journalist, what do you care about our Premier League?

After finding out that the other reporters did not show their dissatisfaction with Fontana for continuously asking questions before them, Benitez coughed lightly and said in an official tone: "I don't know this yet, after all, TOM's low-grade fever is too sudden." ”

"After the game, we will do a thorough examination of TOM's whole body, and then judge whether he is capable of starting in the next game based on his physical condition."

It's just a low-grade fever, and with Tang Wu's physical fitness, even if he doesn't take injections or medicine, it will take two days, so Bei Bald is not worried.

But years of coaching have taught him not to say anything too much, especially in front of these journalists, who are good at chasing after the wind and making false claims.

After a period of official fighting, Benitez only felt a little thirsty in his throat, presumably shouted from the sidelines during the game.

So he reached over and unscrewed the bottle of mineral water, tilted his head and took a sip.

Just then, a Liverpool staff member hurried into the press conference and whispered something in Bei's ear.

Burst!

Bei Bald, who was still drinking water, squirted out a mouthful of water when he heard it, ignoring the choking trachea, and whispered, "What did you say? ”

"Coach, you heard it right, it's true..."The assistant coach glanced at the reporters in the audience, gave Bei Bald another look, and closed his mouth tightly.

"Fack!" Bei Bald let out a low sigh, immediately stood up and followed the assistant coach, and hurriedly walked out of the press conference.