After a day of waiting in the cold wind, the reporter finally found a way, and the next day, the club's president, Gino Corioni, called Mazzoni to his office. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"They want to interview Zhang?" Mazzoni asked.

"Yes, they're all from Chinese media and can't wait to get information about Zhang." Wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, Corioni looked well-mannered, with typical Sicilian features, and his dark blonde medium-length hair was meticulously combed back to his head. But anyone would be wrong to think he was a good talker. Like Vito Corleone in "The Godfather," beneath his somewhat silent exterior lies the toughness of the old-fashioned Italian gangster in pursuit of fairness. Just this year, in protest against the unfair distribution of television broadcast fees, Collioni united eleven small clubs to negotiate with Sky TV, which led to a two-week delay in the start of Serie A.

"But Zhang Caigang has a little bit of a good performance, and I don't want him to be bothered by the media." Mazzoni said. "It's easy for a kid like him to get fluttering with a little bit of achievement, and lose his direction when he is touted by the media, and I don't think it's good for him to be interviewed by the media now."

Coglioni, who was sitting behind the table, stood up and slowly paced the aisle window, looking at the players training on the field. "You always see him as a child, just like you always think Baggio is not a tough guy." He turned his head to look at Mazzoni. "The real tough guy is to see if he can get up again and again in the face of setbacks, and Robbie is such a tough guy in my heart. Whether he is mature or not does not depend on his age, now I want to see if this Chinese boy is a real man. ”

"But 。。。。。。" Mazzoni was embarrassed, but his words were interrupted by Collioni.

"Robbie and you both told me that he would be the hope for Brescia's future rise, how could he be a great player if the slightest tout can't be faced properly."

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When the morning training was over, Zhang Shu was left behind by Mazoni.

"Zhang, you did a good job in the last game. Scoring a goal on his debut was an unimaginable start for a lot of young players. ”

"Ah, thank you, Coach." Zhang Shu replied seriously, he didn't understand why the coach would suddenly leave him to say this. If you want to congratulate yourself, haven't you been two days since the competition?

"I've met a lot of talented players in my long coaching career, but Zhang, you're the most talented player I've ever met at your age. I can see your excellence, and those media can also see it, they will be desperate to praise you, and praise you to the point that there is no one else in heaven and earth. I hope you don't get proud and train hard. Don't care what they say. Mazzoni said earnestly.

"Thank you, I will continue to work hard. But the coach," Zhang said, "why should I not care about what they say, I just like to see them praise me." ”

Mazzoni was happy, "Zhang, we all like to be praised, but you have to know that the praise of the media is the least valuable, if you perform well in one game, they will praise you to the sky, but if you don't perform well in the next game, they will trample you to the ground." What do you do at that time? So the best thing to do is to not care about anything they say. ”

"It's okay coach, I just trust what they say about me." Zhang Shu blinked, "As for those who criticize me, I won't give them that opportunity." Even if they did, I knew they were arguing. ”

Mazzoni was choked by Zhang Shu's unreasonable words, can there really be a player in this world who can maintain such a mentality?

But Zhang Shucai doesn't care so much, if the media doesn't care about the hype, then how can he find psychological pleasure.

"Okay, Zhang, there are some Chinese media who want to interview you at noon, pay attention to the time, don't delay the afternoon training." Mazzoni could only say helplessly, hoping that this kid can only accept the positive energy of the media as he said.

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After lunch, Zhang Shu came to the reception room of the training building, and when he pushed open the door, he was startled, and it was densely packed with Chinese. After staying in Brescia for so long, this was the first time he had seen his compatriots, and he didn't expect that this was the first time he would meet so many compatriots.

Seeing Zhang Shu come in, the originally noisy reception room instantly became quiet. Then, in less than a second, there was an even louder uproar than before.

"Zhang Shu, Zhang Shu, are you Chinese?"

"Zhang Shu, I'm a reporter from the Football Newspaper, can I make an appointment with you for an interview?"

"Can you tell us how you got into Brescia?"

As it turned out, even if it wasn't Italian, Zhang Shu still couldn't discern a complete problem from the sound that surrounded him.

"Can you be quiet, everybody? Shall we come one by one? Igor, who accompanied Zhang Shu, kept order loudly, but no one paid any attention to him, and his Italian was drowned in a pile of Chinese, without making the slightest wave.

On the contrary, Zhang Shu knew his compatriots better, and he showed a confused look, and turned his head to look at Igor, as if he could not understand the Chinese of these reporters in front of him.

"Could it be that Zhang Shu is only Chinese and can't understand Chinese?" Zhang Shu's performance made reporters feel puzzled.

When they discovered that they could not bypass Igor in Chinese, the reporters seemed to finally remember the matter of politeness, and they cautiously tried to ask Igor to start the interview in stumbling Italian.

Igor was finally able to preside over the small press conference as normal. He asked the reporters to get their seats, and then he and Zhang Shu sat opposite.

"Hello Zhang Shu, I'm a reporter from "Sports Weekly", can you introduce yourself to us?" The first reporter to be pointed out by Igor stood up and asked, because he was afraid that Zhang Shu could not understand Chinese, and he also asked questions in Italian.

Fortunately, these reporters are all expatriates who have been stationed in Italy for a long time, and basically there is no problem with Italian.

"Hello everyone, my name is Zhang Shu, a native of Sichuan, China, 16 years old, I just joined the Brescia club this year. I came to Italy to try out for the Under-17s and was transferred to the first team just two months ago. "Zhang Shu's opening is Mandarin with a round tone. caused a commotion among the reporters below.

"Zhang Shu is Chinese, why did you act as if you couldn't understand Chinese just now." Without waiting for Igor's roll call, a reporter directly stood up and accused. "Do you forget that you are Chinese with some achievements? Is there anyone like you who admires foreigners? ”

The reporter asked in Chinese, and it was clear that he was a good hand at buttoning his hat.

"I didn't say I couldn't understand Chinese, it's just that you are all talking and can't hear clearly." Zhang Shu replied with a smile, "I'm not admiring foreigners, I just guess that you will talk about the rules when communicating with foreigners." He shrugged, "You see I'm not wrong, just now you didn't know that I could be polite in Chinese, now..." ”

The scene was instantly embarrassing. A group of reporters looked at each other, although Zhang Shu did not finish his words, but everyone could hear it, Zhang Shu was mocking this reporter, talking to foreigners is polite, and communicating with compatriots is unceremoniously. If you want to say that you worship the foreign, you can't tell who worships the foreigner.

Or another slightly older reporter came out to make a round: "Hahaha, everyone saw that some compatriots have achieved results in Italy, and they are excited for a while, and they are excited, hahahaha, foreign friends can't understand us, and you can't understand Zhang Shu." Can you tell us a little bit about how you got to Brescia? ”

Zhang Shu smiled, no longer entangled in the previous topic, he still wanted the reporters to say more good things for him.

Igor did not understand Chinese and did not know what was going on; he only saw cordial and friendly conversations between this group of Chinese, with flowers and red flags, and the two sides fully exchanged views on issues of common concern.

Ah, what a successful press conference.