I am Vardy

Chapter 792 It's not certain now

"So, we at FIFA will not ban fans from bringing vuvuzelas into the stadium to cheer. We hope this World Cup will be the most perfect World Cup ever!"

 …

Blatter talked freely on the stage, with a dignified look, as if he was serving the world football wholeheartedly.

If Vardy sees it, he will definitely curl his lips to express his disdain. Don't everyone know what you are doing for it?

Put away your hypocritical show!

Drama!

But since you're in the first grade of junior high school, don't blame yourself for being the fifteenth grader.

People always have to pay the price for the choices they make, even if the price is painful.

Vardy's preparations can be implemented. Although he doesn't know what's going on at the press conference, as long as Blatter is still stubborn, the people hired by Vardy don't need to be polite.

Here Blatter is still waiting for the reporter to ask questions. Here, a black reporter from an unknown country, or even a reporter who sneaked in with a fake press card, stood up and took it out of his bag with a calm look. Make a vuvuzela.

"Is this the vuvuzela Mr. Chairman is talking about?"

As soon as the words fell, the reporter put the vuvuzela to his mouth and blew it suddenly. The entire press conference hall seemed to be swept by a wave of air in an instant, and the burst of noise seemed to be able to shatter glasses.

No one expected that the reporter would suddenly blow the vuvuzela here, caught off guard, one of them was shaken to the left and right, as if thousands of bees flew into his ears, buzzing and sounding the alarm, even if the vuvuzela stopped sounding , but the ears are still ringing non-stop.

Especially Blatter, the reporter blew it on him. Blatter was deaf at the time, and the piercing sound in the not-so-large press hall bounced back and forth on the walls, gradually increasing, and its power was terribly unusual.

It took a long time for everyone to recover. Although the ears can still hear the sound, they obviously feel uncomfortable in the eardrums and the tinnitus persists. This should be regarded as hearing loss, but they don’t know when they will fully recover.

Blatt is a bit pissed off and asks you to ask a question, who the f*ck made you vuvuzela!

"Security, security, throw him out, who told you to beat the vuvuzela into the press conference!"

Blatter wished he could kill this bastard reporter. Does this stuff damage hearing?

asshole!

Several security guards rushed in, trying to wrench the black reporter out.

However, the black reporter was not timid. He broke away from the security guard's arm and questioned Blatter with his neck stuck.

"Nobody said you can't bring a vuvuzela in?"

"There is no rule against it, it is allowed!"

"Furthermore, vuvuzelas are allowed to be brought into a place with such a high security level as the competition field, let alone a press conference!"

"Didn't you just say that we should respect the traditions of our local people? I am a South African, and I just like to play vuvuzela. Is there any problem with that?"

"Or do you like to play double standards, and everything you say is like farting?"

 …

Facing the questioning of the black reporter, Blatter was stunned, as if a duck had been strangled by the throat, completely speechless.

yes!

I just said that I should respect the customs of the local people, but now the local people take out the vuvuzela and blow it at me. Isn't this a slap in the face!

But I couldn't get angry, and I couldn't blame others, otherwise I would be slapping myself in the face.

Standing awkwardly on the stage, he became a little incoherent, "This...of course...although this question...uh..."

Seeing that Blatter was about to kneel, the FIFA press officer quickly grabbed the microphone and announced the end of the press conference.

To lose face, throw it behind closed doors, don't throw it outside.

Although the reporters were also impacted by the noise, they were more interested in Blatter's deflation. Looking at the high-spirited black reporter, everyone could vaguely guess that it was definitely made by Vardy.

He likes to hate Blatter and FIFA like this.

The fact is that the black reporter was hired by Vardy.

Vardy told him that as long as Blatt does not prohibit the use of vuvuzela, then there is no need to be polite to him, just take out the vuvuzela and blow it in his ears, even if Blatt is deaf, it is not necessary. He is in charge, and Vardy settles it for him.

It's nothing more than money, and Vardy has plenty of it.

As a result, the situation that everyone saw just now appeared. Blatter was so embarrassed and suffered such a big loss, but he couldn't help it. Who told him to speak first!

And that's not the end, when Blatter's embarrassment was spread by reporters through various channels, Blatter just started his sad days.

Don't you want to respect the customs and habits of the local people, then I will let you respect to the end!

From now on, no matter where Blatter goes, he will be accompanied by Wu Uzulam. Those days will be as hard as they are.

Walking out of the hotel, someone outside the hotel must have pulled out a vuvuzela and blew it at him;

Going to talk about things, the vuvuzela who is following is almost catching up with the band accompaniment;

When going to any event, someone must rush up to the stage with a vuvuzela and lick his ears;

Anyway, as long as he shows up in public, he will definitely be served by vuvuzela, even if he wears sound-proof earbags, it may not be able to block such penetrating sound.

What makes him even more devastated is that even in a hotel, if he wants to sleep peacefully, a hotel waiter may suddenly open his room door with a key card, and then blow vuvuzela into his ear …

All of this is Vardy's arrangement. Even if the hotel waiter is fired by the hotel, Vardy has the ability to arrange a better job for him. Anyway, he will fight Blatter to the end.

At the end of the day, Blatter felt that his hearing had dropped by at least four layers, and he didn't know whether this was a temporary or permanent damage.

Early the next morning, Blatter secretly went to the hospital for examination and treatment. He didn't want to become deaf, and a deaf person might become the president of FIFA.

"Doctor, how is it?" Blatter asked the doctor eagerly, "Is it a permanent injury? Can the hearing recover?"

Opposite Blatter was a white doctor in a white coat, who looked like healed the wounded.

"Well, your hearing is somewhat damaged, but it doesn't matter!"

Having said that, the doctor paused.

Blatter finally relaxed when he heard the doctor say it was okay.

Suddenly, the doctor took out a vuvuzela from under the table with a bang, and with Blatter's horrified and desperate eyes, it blew suddenly, and the entire hospital building was almost shaken to collapse.

Putting down the vuvuzela, the doctor smiled broadly.

"It really didn't matter just now, but it doesn't necessarily matter now..."

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