There is a dream called football

There are many cases of domestic manufacturers copying football news, such as the Seven Wolves copying Real Madrid stars as their own publicity.

When Real Madrid visited China, the Seven Wolves were one of the sponsors, but they only paid a few million to use the image rights of Real Madrid's seven superstars without authorization, but there was nothing they could do about it at that time.

But compared with these, there is one "giant" who is the most awesome, and that is the golden voice, who can beat Ronaldo to pieces.

So someone on the forum immediately said.

"It's probably another idea that Golden Throat came up with."

"Really? Can we let Ronaldo go? I'm his fan, and I don't want to see him being consumed like this."

"Haha, I guess two people are spending it together."

Some people also say.

"Actually, thank God if I can reach the level of Yang Chen who studied abroad. I don't dare to think about it anymore."

There are also more positive views.

"Porto is the champion of the UEFA Cup. You are blind. Can it be compared with Frankfurt back then?"

"Then it must be the main force, not the soy sauce ones."

At this time, there are basically no Portuguese Super League games in China, so based on a few photos, I have no idea how Li Qiao is doing.

"I think this guy's name is a copycat. Italy has Baggio, so let's have Li Qiao, hahaha."

When Li Qiao signed with Porto, there was a quarrel in domestic sports forums. There was no D station at this time, but the scene of spitting was not inferior at all.

*****

Many Asian faces suddenly appeared at the Gaya Training Center. These were all media from China. They were waiting for Porto to train with their heads high.

Dong Mu, a reporter from an online media outlet, saw the sign of Sports Weekly and approached it.

"What do you call it?"

"Sun Lu."

"Dong Mu."

After the two exchanged pleasantries, Dong Mu opened up the conversation, "I've been here for a few days, and I haven't heard much about it. I don't know if it's the main force or a marginal figure."

"I don't know either. It's breaking news, so I came to take a look." Sun Lu said with a smile.

"I think 80% of it is spent money."

Sun Lu was surprised and said: "Why do you say this?"

"Think about it, this good player couldn't have jumped out of the cracks in the rocks. There must be a source. Besides, the domestic football environment..."

Sun Lu was unhappy when he heard this.

This is the case for many domestic media. They mainly criticize Chinese football, and it has even become a habit.

"Don't always look at things the same way."

Dong Mu didn't argue, he just smiled meaningfully.

At this time, the crowd started to commotion, and the players came out to warm up. First, vests were distributed, and Li Qiao got the vest representing the substitute.

Dong Mu felt like he had found a treasure, "What did I say? It's just soy sauce."

Sun Lu sneered: "It doesn't mean anything if you are a substitute during group training. It still depends on the content."

Damn it, Li Qiao lost yesterday when he was trying to grab the circle. In the first half of today's training, he had to pick up the ball.

When he saw that Li Qiao had become a caddy, the corners of Dong Mu's mouth curved up like an emoticon.

"You see, our expectations are still too high, not from the substitutes, but from the caddies."

The most important thing for online media is to attract attention. This time it was like a treasure. Many people immediately took pictures non-stop.

This photo coupled with a joke will attract countless fans.

Dong Mu smiled and said: "I have already thought about the words."

"Chinese players who study abroad to pick up basketball are inferior to each other."

Sun Lu had a dark face. Sports Weekly was considered a serious media. He wanted to refute, but everything in front of him...

"Is it possible that I really "study abroad" at my own expense and get it gold-plated?"

During the training break, someone waved at Li Qiao. Li Qiao pretended not to see it. Regarding the domestic media, Li Qiao knew very well that when it was good, they would praise you like Maradona, and when it was bad, they would degrade you to nothing more than a piece of shit.

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Li Qiao doesn't want to pay much attention to them. The most important thing at this time is to play well in Porto, and everything else is just a false name.

After picking up the ball for 20 minutes, Li Qiao joined the training and stood on the right side of the court.

Sun Lu was in high spirits.

But Dong Mu was a little unmotivated. He had already taken the most wonderful photo just now, so the rest didn't matter.

Li Qiao, who joined the training, ran along at first.

Frequent movement was a bit boring, and these half-hearted reporters couldn't understand it, but Sun Lu somewhat understood that this was tactical training.

Li Qiao's movements should be very particular.

Next to him, Dong Mu was wondering, "Is this considered training? I can't even touch the ball once."

"Isn't this running around in vain? It's no doubt that it's soy sauce."

To be honest, Sun Lu couldn't quite understand it, but he firmly believed that Li Qiao was not running around blindly.

When the training was over, Mourinho gestured for some players to pass, including Deco, Maniche and others.

At this moment, a surprising scene happened, and Li Qiao was among them.

Dong Mu counted and found that there were 15 people in total. Just thinking about it with his buttocks, he knew that these people were the core.

Sun Lu chuckled, glanced sideways at Dong Mu, put away the equipment, and moved his seat, as if he didn't want to be with him.

Sun Lu held the Sports Weekly sign and hoped to interview Li Qiao later. He was more thoughtful and even bought a Li Qiao jersey.

At the end of training, Li Qiao walked through the crowd and ignored the interview request, but he saw a middle-aged man in the crowd holding up his jersey.

This was heartwarming, and Li Qiao didn't want to break his heart, so he walked over to sign his autograph.

Sun Lu took the opportunity and said: "Hello, I am a reporter from Sports Weekly. Can I ask you a few questions? Don't worry, we are a serious media and we will not talk nonsense."

Li Qiao laughed and said, "I'm sorry, the club has rules and players cannot end the interview privately. I'm sorry."

Sun Lu expressed his understanding. He knew it was an excuse, but he felt good about this young man's calmness and adaptability.

"He looks a bit like a star." Sun Lu thought to himself.

Li Qiao also has a good impression of the other party. He is not the kind of reporter who stalks others and respects others.

*****

In the capital, the national team held a regular press conference. The national team coach Ali Han was sitting on top, followed by a group of reporters.

When it comes to the question-and-answer session, Arihan needs to be translated, so the questions will take a long time. Some questions may not be translated so clearly, so communication is required.

Someone asked: "Have you paid attention to the Chinese young player Li Qiao who plays under Mourinho in Porto?"

Arihan was stunned.

"I don't watch Portuguese football and I don't know who Mourinho is."

The reporter knew that it was a translation problem, so he emphasized it again, saying that Ali Han was still the same. After all, there are many Chinese young people overseas, but it is not surprising that only a handful of them can be successful.

"My current focus is on inspecting domestic players, so I don't know what you asked about."

This was the first time Arihan heard Li Qiao's name. Thinking of this scene a few years later, the Dutch themselves would laugh.