The coaching career started as a college team coach

The Italian reporter was stunned. He looked at Wei Le standing in the light. The spotlight shone on him, making this annoying Chinese man look holy.

His shirt had been tightly attached to his skin and was soaked with sweat. It was spring and the temperature was not very high, but he was sweating profusely.

Of course he wanted to get back at the court. But he had no way to refute what Wei Le said.

Did he understand the situation? Of course he understood the situation.

Kounde's behavior blocked a very likely scoring opportunity, so he should be sentenced to a red card, but was it really a serious violation of sports ethics to the point of being suspended? No, of course not!

To be fair, this action is much better than those scissor kicks and flying tackles with both feet off the ground.

But he didn't expect that Wei Le not only didn't lose his composure, but also scolded him!

Damn it, calm down!

The Italian reporter kept recalling what Wei Le said, hoping to find some thorns in his words, but he couldn't find any logical errors at all! He wanted to curse right now, who the hell said that all athletes are muscular? !

"You clearly have a scale in your heart, but you have to pretend to be confused. You are not stupid, you are bad!"

I, bad?

He said that only because he was anxious to say something harsh, hoping that Wei Le would lose his composure and say some big news. This is a common trick used by the media to interview, which they call "open conspiracy".

Is this bad?

The Italian reporter's brain seemed to stop thinking for a moment.

"Many things are the same, the law is like this, and so is football. A rule is created to provide people with guidance in the right direction, so that people will behave in a more moral way."

"The establishment of the law itself is not to punish the world, but to make the world live a better life; the establishment of football rules is not to make players leave the stadium for various reasons, but to allow more people to come to the stadium to enjoy football with peace of mind."

"Wearing the mask of fairness and justice, standing on the moral high ground to find fault, do you think you are invincible?" Wei Le stared at the Italian reporter, "Flies buzzing around the lion's body, they don't really think 'uncrowned king' is a compliment?!"

"Using rules as a tool, trying to force me to say something wrong and earn money by picking faults in it, is this the specialty of your media? I see that you are making trouble for no reason, and you are not much better than a three-year-old child!"

"You make money from topics, this is your job, I won't interfere. But as someone who also works in football, I give you a piece of advice-" Wei Le looked into the eyes of the Italian reporter, but the latter lowered his head first, as if he didn't dare to look Wei Le in the eye.

Staring at the ground, Wei Le's voice rang in the ears of the Italian reporter.

"You eat football for a living, please respect football first."

"I've finished answering."

After Wei Le finished speaking, he sat down and no longer looked at the Italian reporter standing like a bamboo pole in front of him.

"Good! Good!" The English media area in the front row burst into fierce cheers and applause, breaking the somewhat awkward silence, while some Italian and other foreign reporters took off their simultaneous interpretation headphones and thought about it. Some also applauded.

Wei Le did not say a single dirty word from beginning to end, and his words were fierce but logical. After this rebuttal, they seemed to have listened to a wonderful speech!

Some Italian media originally disliked the reporter from Corriere dello Sport who was looking for trouble. He was not a big figure in Corriere dello Sport, but just an external reporter. Not only did he disrupt the order of the venue, but he was also controlled by the head coach.

They looked down on him, and now they look down on him even more.

The British media applauded the loudest. They couldn't directly curse at the hateful Italians, so they could only rely on Wei Le to help them get back on their feet. But who is Wei Le? He is probably the most educated among football practitioners!

I heard that he studied law, and those who can debate in court must be more eloquent.

They all saw Wei Le's ability in England, but it's a pity that the Italian didn't know it. He still wanted to use the simple tricks that fooled the muscle guys more than ten years ago to deal with Wei Le, isn't this a disadvantage!

The Italian reporter was surrounded by them, gritting his teeth.

It was obviously his home court, and it was obviously the Wolves who were wrong first, why did it seem to be his fault now? He thought about it but couldn't find a way to refute it, but he didn't want to sit down in shame, so he just stood stiffly in the center.

"What are you waiting for? Come down quickly, we still have questions to ask!" Someone has already started to urge the Italian reporter below.

And the Italian reporter suddenly thought of something - yes, in competitive sports, the winner is the king, and the rules are written by the winner! Why should he bother about Wei Le's logic? Wei Le is a loser now!

When he looked up at Wei Le, he was grinning grimly on his face - "You speak in a high-sounding manner, but don't forget that you are losing the game now, and you have been suppressed by Lazio for the whole game!!"

"You are just making trouble here, Lazio is going to advance to the semi-finals! Who will listen to you then?!"

The British reporters had just become energetic, but now they frowned again after hearing what the Italian reporter said - yes, he was right. If Wei Le won, this wonderful speech would probably be sung by fans all over Europe, but now that he lost, it could only be regarded as a sophistry of not accepting the loss!

Although this is the logic of a robber, the media will interpret it this way!

"Okay." Wei Le's face was as calm as water. "I understand now. You don't want an answer at all. You just want me to convince you from the perspective of reason and football!"

"Do you think we can't advance?" Wei Le chuckled. "Okay, I hope I can see you again in Wolverhampton, and I hope you won't be as embarrassed as today."

The Italian reporter finally sat down.

Although the Italian reporter's problem was solved, Wei Le was obviously not very interested. Lazio's press officer seemed to be afraid that he would have another verbal battle, so he didn't choose the Italian media for the last few questions.

In a somewhat awkward environment, no one raised their hands. Wei Le shrugged and stood up without waiting for Lazio's press officer to say anything.

"Since there are no more questions, let's do it. Goodbye everyone."

After that, he walked out on his own, leaving the entire venue and walked towards the locker room.

After Wei Le walked away, the reporters who realized it later began to whisper and discuss the big event just now.

"To be honest, it's so exciting and so cool." A British reporter seemed to be impressed by Wei Le's speech. The old reporter from the local media in Wolverhampton, who had advised everyone to rest assured, nodded with a smile.

"I knew he would definitely not suffer any loss, but I didn't expect him to say so well."

"He is so good at verbal battles, I think he will be a good hand in the media."

Others laughed and said, "Forget it, Wei Le is fired, and then we will be out of work."

"That's right."

At this time, the reporter of "Roma Sports Daily" was standing outside the venue. His body was shaking because of excitement and he just calmed down when he heard the phone in his pocket ringing. He raised the phone tremblingly and saw that it was a call from his boss.

"Hello?"

"What a bullshit! I saw all your stupidity at the press conference. Look at what you did, you idiot!" The boss's scolding made the reporter's legs, which had just stopped shaking, start shaking again.

"Paul, I don't want to say it a second time. You will... no, come back now to clean up your pigsty and ask the HR department to clear your wages! I don't want to see you tomorrow!!!"

"Boss, I..." Reporter Paul heard that he was fired, and he didn't care about etiquette and couldn't help but argue, "... I just lost the argument, why..."

"You lost the argument?" The boss laughed angrily, "Do you really think this is your own business?"

"You questioned UEFA, attacked Wolves, and offended many Serie A teams. You lost your face? You lost the reputation accumulated by Corriere dello Sport over the years!!! You didn't make any contribution, and the company didn't ask you for compensation, but it was because you have worked hard for many years."

"Do you really think you are a dish?!"