Messi was so scared that he cried when he maxed out his header talent at the start of the game

Liu Neng glanced at the secretary's black silk stockings, and reluctantly followed his men downstairs.

The scene outside the Zuxie building completely confused Liu Neng.

"Fans petition, give me back Su Fei!"

"Fans petition, give me back Su Fei!"

"Fans petition, give me back Su Fei!"

Dozens of fans wearing Chinese team jerseys were surrounding the building at this time, shouting slogans in unison.

There was also a banner: Give the talented young player Su Fei back to Chinese fans!

Not only these dozens of fans, but also passers-by on the surrounding streets formed a circle around the periphery, blocking many cars.

In addition to these people, Liu Neng also saw several reporters carrying cameras.

Su Fei?

Why the hell is this kid again!

During the last World Youth Championship, Zuxie was ridiculed by the media because of this kid, and was scolded by many fans online.

Isn't this World Youth Championship over?

Why did this group of fans who support Su Fei appear again!

Moreover, the actual impact of this demonstration is much greater than being scolded online. It won't be long before more and more people and media will gather around!

"What's going on?"

His subordinate handed Liu Neng a copy of "Sports Weekly".

"Mr. Liu, look! It must be the exclusive report on Su Fei in this Sports Weekly!"

The cover of "Sports Weekly" is Su Fei's handsome face.

After opening it, it is an exclusive interview on the theme of Su Fei, "18-year-old genius boy dominates the Premier League, the next football superstar!"

Liu Neng read the content of the article quickly with trembling hands.

"Fuck, this kid is so good in the Premier League?"

"B-You're still talking about this, you're really petty!"

"What does the editor's comment at the end mean? Saying that our football team did nothing? Deliberately missed this Su Fei? Ridiculous! It's really ridiculous!"

After reading it, Liu Neng threw the "Sports Weekly" in his hand to the ground, spat, and immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed the number.

Beep, beep.

"Li Zhen! What the hell do you mean? Are there any media like you? The media should seek truth from facts! You are reporting maliciously and slandering!"

On the other end of the phone, Li Zhen, who was leaning on the sofa and smoking, listened to Liu Neng's angry roar with a smile.

I just learned about the fans' spontaneous march to the gate of the football club today. I was just enjoying it, but I didn't expect Liu Neng to find me.

"Director Liu, please don't slander me. Our Sports Weekly has always been a media that pays attention to true reporting. Tell me, what is false in our latest report?"

"You... you fucking, I don't care! In the name of the football club, I demand that you immediately withdraw all the issues of the Sports Weekly and apologize to our football club in the newspaper! You must!"

Pop!

Beep, beep....

Li Zhen smashed the receiver hard on the landline just like last time.

Only this time, he was happy and satisfied, and he hung up the phone on his own initiative!

Liu Neng on the other end of the phone was completely dumbfounded. He looked at the fans gathered in the audience and felt overwhelmed...

......

On the other side, Li Zhen quickly received the news from the reporter Wang Long sent from the front.

"Xiao Wang, how is it? Did Liu Neng apologize?"

"Alas, Mr. Li, no... In the end, the fans were evacuated by the security guards, and he didn't say a word!"

"What?"

Li Zhen was shocked. He didn't expect that the football team would take such an action in the end.

Could it be.

Did they not have even a little regret and the idea of ​​apologizing to the fans after seeing that report?

At this moment.

A thought suddenly came to Li Zhen's mind. Does Chinese football really have a future?

Originally, when China successfully entered the World Cup finals in 2002, Li Zhen and his group of first-line football media people.

I still think that the Chinese national football team is getting better and better. This time they are selected for the finals. Next time, they may have a chance to go further. After another seven or eight years of development, they may have a chance to break through the group stage!

But.

At this moment, Li Zhen fell into self-doubt.

They don’t want a good seedling like Su Fei who can gain a foothold in the Premier League at the age of 18? Then what do they want?

"Forget it, Xiao Wang, you and Xiao Zhao come back. This incident is enough to prove that the interview you two did with Su Fei this time was very effective and attracted the attention and resonance of many fans."

"Thank you for your recognition, Mr. Li. But Mr. Li, what do you think will happen to this matter in the end?"

"Haha, this matter is over to some extent."

"Is that so? Alas..."

"Xiao Wang, you said that in the future, not only will we not be able to break through the World Cup group stage, but we will even be unable to beat South KoreaJapan, in the end, couldn't even beat Vietnam, the Philippines, and Myanmar? "

"Hahaha, Mr. Li, what are you kidding, can't beat Vietnam, Myanmar, and the Philippines... Hahaha, this is the funniest joke I've ever heard... Hahaha."

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September 10, Birmingham City.

This is the second largest city in England after London, dominated by heavy industry. The buildings of the entire city have already highlighted the shape of modern high-rise buildings under heavy industry.

St. Andrews Park Stadium.

Su Fei followed his teammates, talking and laughing through the exclusive passage to the locker room.

Stuart was excited and walked at the front of the team. Originally, at this time, he had already gone to the press conference.

Just when the players were curious.

A square-faced man in a suit appeared in everyone's sight with a child.

Stuart enthusiastically stepped forward and greeted the square-faced man.

"Alf! Long time no see! ”

“Haha, Stuart, you are still so energetic. Erling, this is your Uncle Pierce, who was a teammate of Dad in Manchester City.”

“Oh, by the way, there is Uncle Sun over there!”

It seems that the square-faced man not only knows Stuart, but also Sun Jihai.

Su Fei took a look at Sun Jihai, and Old Sun immediately leaned over to introduce him to Su Fei.

“Alf-Inge Haaland, I was a teammate with him in my first year at Manchester City.”

“Oh oh. "

Su Fei nodded. No wonder, it turned out to be a former Manchester City player.

Alf-Inge Haaland?

Why does this name sound so familiar... Damn! Isn't this Haaland's dad?

Wait, that kid next to him.

Erling Haaland!

The Haaland known as Majin Buu in later generations!

Damn, this is Haaland's childhood. It's amazing. No wonder this kid looks so precocious and a little scary when he smiles!

Just when Su Fei was sighing, he didn't expect little Haaland to run up to him and said in a baby voice.

"Su! You are my idol!"

"Ah?"

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