Chapter 11: I Got It!
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"The ball went to ββ!!"
"Kezyman! It's Kezman! He's like a cheetah, seizing opportunities at crucial moments and helping Chelsea score with his head! The score was 1-0 and the Blues took the lead at the Parc des Princes! β
"This is very unexpected!"
'From the start of the game until just now, Chelsea's performance was mediocre, but they just didn't seem to take the initiative and were always trying. When they attacked, Saint-Germain's defence immediately couldn't stand ......"
"Kezman was in a goal drought before, two months in a row, and he didn't score in eight appearances, but Mourinho still trusts him very much, and now he has proved that he has lived up to the manager's trust with his goals!"
"0-1!After Chelsea scored, Paris Saint-Germain didn't play well......"
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As the commentator said, Chelsea's goal was unexpected.
From the start of the game, Chelsea played conservatively and had a high turnover rate, and the situation was in favor of Paris Saint-Germain.
In the match between the two sides, Paris Saint-Germain has little advantage, but it has been playing a threatening offensive and the overall performance is relatively good.
However, Chelsea only managed to play a good attack and win a corner, which was used to complete the goal.
It's the kind of goal that feels very sudden.
But it's an indisputable fact that Chelsea have scored!
Whether you think it's sudden or unacceptable, the score has been rewritten!
The Blues fans in attendance were cheering wildly, and the sound also caused some neutral fans to chant and shout, and the atmosphere was mobilized, and the cheers belonged to the visiting fans.
The media booth was relatively quiet.
From the perspective of goals alone, the British reporters who were present should applaud Chelsea's goal, and the French reporters should be upset that their national team conceded a goal, but because of what just happened, they were all a little dumbfounded.
Chelsea scored?
It's really in!
Many reporters thought it was a hallucination, and they looked closely at the scoreboard and saw that the number there was '0:1', and then they were sure that they were living in reality.
Can...... How did you get in?
Many reporters remembered the young Asian kid just now, swearing that Chelsea would score soon, and the shock in their hearts was beyond measure.
It's blindfolded, right?
Yes, definitely!
"He's got a lot of luck."
Turning their minds to this angle, the reporters suddenly had a lot of balance in their hearts, and then they all looked at Bertrand gloatingly.
They remember the bet!
Ordinary people have the mentality of liking to watch the excitement, and media reporters are also ordinary people when they take it out individually, and they will also have the mentality of liking to watch the excitement.
The difference is that just now they wanted to see the Asian kid lively, and now they want to see Bertrand's lively.
Compared with the two, it is better to see the liveliness of Bertrand, who is quite famous in the media circle.
At this time, Bertrand's brain was in a crash.
Just half a minute ago, he was constantly looking at his watch, and he remembered that many of his peers around him were doing the same thing, and he just had to wait for the time to pass before he could taunt the nasty Asian kid.
Right now......
How so? Did Chelsea actually score?
"It can't be!"
Bertrand almost gritted his teeth and squeezed out words of disbelief, but his British counterparts around him wouldn't let him go--
"Impossible? Mr Bertrand, you should face it up and Chelsea scored, I remember the bet. β
"I remember too."
"I hear you clearly!"
"Count me in!"
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Bertrand had just talked about his views on the game in an unquestioning tone, but it annoyed many of his British colleagues, and even some of his French counterparts had opinions about him.
There is a chance to fall into the well, and they will not let it go!
Listening to the voices of his peers around him, Bertrand's face suddenly darkened, he didn't expect that his luck would be so bad, that Asian kid said that Chelsea would score, and Chelsea would really score.
That's!
In the noisy words of the people around him, he turned his head to look at Zhang Yang with a cold face.
Zhang Yang smiled kindly.
That seemed to Bertrand to be sarcastic and sarcastic.
"Count you kid lucky!" Bertrand's tone was not very friendly, "You've been fooled!" β
The corners of his mouth twitched, "Mr. Bertrand, you won't break your word, will you?" If I'm not mistaken, you should apologize to me. β
"Yes, apologies!"
"Hurry up! Bertrand! β
"Talk the talk!"
The people around him followed suit.
Bertrand suddenly became even more embarrassed, his cheeks flushed, and it took him a long time to barely squeeze out a word, "I'm sorry." β
"Just excuse me? No, it's not. β
Zhang Yang hurriedly shook his head, his expression did not change at all, he looked left and right, and shrugged his shoulders, "We said okay, you have to apologize to me on the public media platform." For example, newspapers, magazines, TV broadcasts, or microblogs on the Internet that you have verified yourself, I can accept them. I think with Mr. Bertrand's character, he shouldn't be able to speak, right? β
"Of course."
Bertrand was a little arrogant.
Zhang Yang doesn't believe in the other party's character, but just like the feeling of the other party before, with such a multimedia peer, things can't be covered up at all, and they will definitely be exposed.
The other party's apology is just a loss of face, and not apologizing will definitely affect his career as a journalist.
Zhang Yang asked Andy for pen and paper, wrote a note and handed it to Bertrand, and then explained, "This is my name, Zhang Yang, please put it away." Otherwise, I'm worried that you apologize and don't know the object. In addition, I am a Chinese working in the sports and foreign media department of BBC TV in the United Kingdom and am an intern. β
"Just an intern?"
"Yes!"
Bertrand listened angrily.
The snickering of the peers around them was even louder, they didn't expect that Zhang Yang was just an intern, and Bertrand, a well-known reporter of "French Football" in the circle, bet that he lost to an intern, maybe it could be reported as a gossip.
Bertrand regretted it.
I knew that the other party was just an intern, so why bet with him!
By this time, the game had already restarted.
As soon as the matter was over, the reporters sat down again.
Zhang Yang noticed that Denise gave him a thumbs up in this direction, and he smiled back.
"You're in luck!" After sitting down, Andy couldn't help but say, "I was worried just now, I didn't expect Chelsea to really score, how do you see it?" β
"It's just luck."
Zhang Yang coping, Andy didn't care, he was still talking about Bertrand's expression, "It's really interesting, it's the first time I've seen that guy embarrassed." β
"I wouldn't bet on him if he didn't say that."
"He's bad-tempered, a nasty fellow!" Andy commented and continued to watch the game.
In the next game, when the people around him discussed the game, they also began to ask Zhang Yang frequently.
"What do you think of the current situation?"
'Can Chelsea still score in the first half? I hope to get in! β
"What do you think of this set-piece?"
"Makelele kicked it dirty! He should be sent off! What do you think? β
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A large number of peers asked back and forth, and Zhang Yang also felt a sense of pride in being the core.
He replied patiently.
If you want to be a good media reporter, you need to make a wide range of friends.
However, Zhang Yang only answered questions that he knew, such as 'does this free kick have a chance', 'will this corner kick go in', etc., as for Fan Fan's questions, such as 'who will win', 'how was the second half', he did not comment on the grounds that he knew too little about the two teams.
After a long time, the peers around me found that this young Asian boy was very accurate every time, even incredibly accurate.
"I see!"
"I finally know why!"
At the end of a Chelsea attack, someone suddenly stood up and shouted, "Zhang! You must be following this 'personality' Weibo! Right?!! β