Chapter Forty-Seven: Suddenly Big News

In the post-match press conference hall, reporters from the Chinese media grabbed a few good positions early and waited for the arrival of the head coaches of both sides. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Zhang Shu's performance in this game is obvious to all, they want to ask Ancelotti now, do you know Zhang Shu now?

But they will have to wait a little longer, and the first to enter the hall is Brescia manager Mazzoni.

An unplanned win put Mazzoni in a good mood, with the final three wins in a row before the winter break putting Brescia out of the relegation zone in the table. This will be a huge help to him in the second half of the season.

Sitting on the rostrum in front of the hall with a smile on his face, Mazzoni began his routine summary. But it wasn't these clichés that reporters wanted to hear, and at the beginning of the media question-and-answer session, reporters scrambled to raise their hands.

In this hall, Chinese journalists accounted for half of the number, so the moderator finally clicked on a Chinese media outlet after ordering two Italian media outlets.

"Mr. Mazzoni, how do you evaluate the performance of Chinese player Zhang Shu today?"

'Zhang did very well today and he got into form very quickly after Tare's injury. He was very successful defending against Pirlo up front, and at the end he had an assist to contribute to the team's victory, and he did a fantastic job as a young player. But the rest of the team worked just as hard for the win. ”

Mazzoni affirmed Zhang Shu's performance, but he did not praise Zhang Shu in too exaggerated language. In his heart, he still doesn't want the media to hold Zhang Shu too high, which is not conducive to Zhang Shu's growth.

But Chinese journalists will not be satisfied with Mazzoni's two innocuous compliments. They hope to hear more attention from the head coach about Zhang Shu.

Now they don't think about what they wanted to hack Zhang Shu before.

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After Mazzoni noticed that the reporters' questions were focused on Zhang Shu, he motioned for the host to end his press conference. Although the reporters were a little regretful, they did not continue to pester him.

It's just an appetizer, and the real climax is yet to come. They couldn't wait for Ancelotti to arrive.

When Ancelotti walked into the press conference hall with a gloomy face, the reporters below gloated with a gloating face.

'We had a good performance today, but the tight schedule made the players not fit very well. Brescia's goal was a certain chance and I think a draw should be a fair result for both sides. But that's football, there's always something else going on. Ancelotti didn't want to say anything more, just a brief comment on the game.

Without waiting for the host to signal, the reporters below couldn't hold it anymore.

"Mr. Ancelotti, you said the players are not in good shape, why is there no rotation in the team?"

"The league points were overtaken by Inter Milan in the last game before the winter break, will that affect the team's confidence in the second half of the season?"

"Why wasn't Rui Costa rotated in the Coppa Italia and still played in this game?"

These are relatively normal questions asked by Italian journalists.

The questions asked by Chinese journalists are even more embarrassing.

"What does Mr. Ancelotti think of Zhang Shu now?"

"Can the Milan Academy players perform like Zhang Shu in a first-team training match?"

But Ancelotti ignored the shouts of the reporters and directly signaled the host to end the press conference, turned and left the hall.

He left behind a voice of affectionate retention.

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Not being able to slap Ancelotti in the face has filled the Chinese media with regret. But it doesn't matter, they can still interview Zhang Shu.

Milan's media area has a corridor dedicated to post-match interviews with players. After the game, the players pass by the dressing room before returning to it, and the aisles are separated by a half-man high guardrail, with jutting partitions every two metres to divide the aisles into cubicles. The walls on the players' side are plastered with sponsors' logos, and players can stand on the other side of the guardrail and give post-match interviews to the media.

Zhang Shu was wandering through the passageway, and his cubicle was crowded with reporters from various Chinese media outlets.

"Zhang, how much do you rate yourself in today's game?" A young reporter stretched out the microphone to him, and the photographer next to him had not stopped shooting since Zhang Shu came over.

"Of course it's 10 points, I'm so diao." Zhang Shu said proudly.

The reporter was stunned, he had never seen such a shameless player, no matter how good the performance of the average player was, he would give himself a score of 8 or 9 at most to show his modesty. And he said the word diao in front of the camera, and when he went back, he had to be silenced in the post-production process.

"Ha, ha, I can see that Zhang Shu is still very satisfied with your performance on the field." The reporter laughed dryly twice, and then was pushed to the back by the other reporters.

At first glance, it was a chick, and it was an intermediate reporter who squeezed up, and he complained in his heart about the young colleague just now, what is the point of you asking this kind of question that has no explosion at all, the players are excited from the field and their brains are hot, at this time they dare to say anything, this kind of time to make big news You actually waste it like this, it's just a tyrannical thing.

"Zhang Shu, do you think you have a chance to enter the main lineup after this game?"

That's a bit of a trap to ask. As long as Zhang Shu makes a little positive response, the reporter can concoct a war article that provokes a war of words between Zhang Shu and Baggio fans.

As for whether it will cause trouble to Zhang Shu and Brescia? Hehe, what's the matter with us?

But he underestimated Zhang Shu's shamelessness.

"What do you mean by having a chance, I'm the main player in this game, okay? I've been playing for more than 60 minutes, and rounding it up is 100 minutes! Isn't this called the main force, what is it called? He took it for granted, as if this nonsense was true.

"Well, I mean getting into the starting lineup." The unrelenting reporter continued to guide him.

Zhang Shu laughed loudly, "It doesn't matter if you start or not, the real masters are the last to appear as secret weapons." ”

Whether this kid is smart or stupid, the reporter who has perfectly avoided all the traps is pushed to the back while shaking his head.

"Zhang Shu, we all know that you have not participated in domestic training and competitions, so what do you think of Chinese football? Have you ever thought about joining the national team in the future? ”

This time, the question was replaced by a female reporter, and now for the previous question, this question is much simpler, and only needs to say something clichéd, such as "As a player, playing for the country has been my wish since I was a child" and something like that. Although it's a scene, the fans just like to listen to it.

"Of course the national team wants to enter, but the Football Association is so stupid [beep], I guess it can't stand me." Zhang Shu tilted his head and thought for a moment and said.

This sentence made everyone stunned.

The middle-aged reporter who had just been squeezed out of the front row pricked up his ears, and the microphone in his hand couldn't help but start shaking.

Damn, big news!