Football Manager: Use The Second Division Team To Beat The National Football Team At The Beginning

"Director Qi, stay here. This is the press release we have prepared for you."

Qi Dong took his mobile phone and walked quickly to the press conference with Lin Feng. The greasy-headed and pink-faced man quickly followed and handed Qi Dong the two pages of paper in his hand.

Qi Dong crossed his arms and asked casually: "What do you do?"

"I am Li Buxiu, the leader of the national football team. I am at the deputy division level, just like you, the deputy magistrate of Sanhe County, but I will be promoted to the top position soon."

Li Buxiu adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and emphasized that he was prepared.

The leader of the national football team did not want Qi Dong and Lin Feng to say something they shouldn't have said at the press conference, so he stopped Qi Dong and Lin Feng here.

Qi Dong looked at Li Buxiu with interest: "Then what? Who instructed you to do this?"

"Don't care who asked me to do this. In short, if you do as I say, it will definitely be good for you."

Qi Dong sneered inwardly, "Your name is Li Buxiu, right? What's the benefit of listening to you? Can it solve our club's funding problem?"

"You have to understand that you are a second-division team and are also managed by the Football Association, and I am the team leader assigned to the national team by the Football Association. In a sense, I am your leader. You defeated today The national football team is very unwise and will not be good for your future league path."

Qi Dong pretended to meditate for a moment before taking the manuscript from Li Buxiu's hand and briefly looked at it. One copy was for himself and the other was for Lin Feng.

Seeing the two people leaving with the manuscript, Li Buxiu breathed a sigh of relief, and the contempt for Qi Dong and Lin Feng in his heart completely showed on his face.

"I thought you were so ambitious. I'm an official on a rubbish team. Even if I give you ten courages, you wouldn't dare to fight me!"

"Boss, do we really want to follow the instructions above?"

Lin Feng glanced at the contents of the manuscript and asked Qi Dong with a frown.

Qi Dong took out his mobile phone and showed it to Lin Feng: "A slap in the face must be done thoroughly. You can learn from me in a while, but we still stay humble. After all, our overall level is still very weak. This victory depends entirely on faith." support."

Lin Feng glanced at Qi Dong's mobile phone, extended his thumb and praised: "Boss, you are so insidious!"

The two walked into the press conference. National football coach Yang Ke, assistant coach Jia Zhi, and captain Wu Lei all sat there with gloomy expressions, waiting for Qi Dong and Lin Feng to arrive.

They just want to end the press conference early and leave this place of right and wrong.

Even if the Linjiang Sanhe team won the game, Qi Dong knew very well that the protagonist of the press conference was not them.

"Hello, I am Huaxia TV reporter XX. I would like to ask coach Yang Ke what he thinks of the big score loss to the second-tier team Linjiang Sanhe?"

Yang Ke bit the bullet and answered in broken Chinese: "This game is an assessment of our spring training results. In the first half, the players completed the set tactical requirements. Because the players fought too hard in the first half, the results in the second half were My physical strength declined and I did not implement my established tactics very well. In the second half, the score was overtaken by Linjiang Sanhe."

"You know that Linjiang Sanhe team only played in the Champions League before, and only entered the second league this season. It ranked second from the bottom among the league teams. The national football team lost to the second last team in the National League. It's a bit unreasonable, right? I think People all over the country want a reasonable..."

The reporter was obviously dissatisfied with Yang Ke's answer.

Jia Zhi interrupted the reporter rudely: "Reporter, coach Yang Ke has just answered your question. Please ask the next reporter."

Jia Zhi's rudeness made the already angry reporters at the press conference even more angry.

Soon, the second reporter stood up: "Hello, Assistant Coach Jia Zhi, I am reporter xx from Huaxia Daily. I would like to ask, you looked at the fans on the court just now and almost rushed to the stands. What did you want to do? Beat up the fans who scold you, or do you want to silence everyone who thinks your national football team is not performing well?"

Jia Zhi stared at the reporter with a livid face. He didn't know that the video of him rushing into the stands to beat the fans had already become a hot search topic.

"I'm sorry, I have no comment on this question. I just want to tell those who don't want the national football team to be better. With me in the national football team, their hopes will only be dashed."

The crowd of reporters burst into laughter.

"But in the twenty years you have been in the national football team, I have not seen the national football team's performance getting better, but getting worse and worse. Now it can't even beat a second-tier team. How do you explain this?"

Jia Zhi's face became more and more gloomy: "How do you know it's getting worse? You have to be responsible for what you say."

"I'm very responsible. You can't even play in the second-tier team now. How can the fans trust you? How can the people of the country trust you? Assistant coach Jia Zhi, please give me an explanation."

"Sorry, no comment! I just want to tell you that we lost this game. It was because our naturalized players did not play, and the absolute main force of the team did not play!"

This reporter was unyielding: "It seems that the Linjiang Sanhe team does not have any foreign players. How do you explain this?"

Jia Zhi interrupted the reporter rudely: "Please don't repeat the question, next one."

Qi Dong and Lin Feng sat at the edge, neither sad nor happy. They were indeed not the protagonists of this press conference.