Chapter 1982 Giving you a chance is useless

"Holly Holly!"

When Hu Lai walked towards the mixed area from a distance with the football in one hand and the best trophy in the other, the reporters waiting there couldn't wait to greet him enthusiastically.

It was as if he was going to ask Hu Lai immediately: "Does the eldest brother take a car?" "Does the eldest brother stay in a hotel?"

Although Hu Lai was interviewed for the first time after the game, it was only an interview with the official media of the World Cup.

And in the mixed area, it was the place where all reporters could interview Hu Lai.

Chen Xingyi, who had already walked through the mixed area, suddenly turned back and ran back until he reached Hu Lai, and then covered his mouth and said to him: "Don't pay attention to them, they want to ask you about the handball you played against Lao Wang. How about the foul..."

"How do you know?" Hu Lai asked suspiciously.

"They asked me this question just now, but I ignored them..."

Hu Lai nodded, acting like he had suddenly realized: "Oh..."

He then took his stand in front of reporters in the mixed zone.

"..." Seeing this scene, Chen Xingyi almost uttered swear words, but when he saw the densely packed cameras and microphones present, he could only hold his words in his heart:

Hold!

He was also embarrassed to leave Hu Lai alone...

He could only stand by and accompany Hu Lai.

The Chinese and foreign reporters were also very happy to see Hu Lai's cooperation.

Chinese reporters naturally want to ask some normal questions, such as what is it like to complete a hat-trick in the quarter-finals? How do you feel now that you have scored hat-tricks in two consecutive World Cups? For the last zero-angle goal, how did he think about shooting in that way?

But before they could open their mouths, a question in English with a British accent rang out:

"Hu, do you also think that the handball foul committed by your central defender at the end of the game is immoral?"

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became more enthusiastic.

A Chinese reporter scolded angrily: "You are not qualified to ask such a question!"

"This is too impolite!"

"Ignore him, Hu Lai!"

"Take off your tinted glasses, Englishmen!"

Chen Xingyi didn't show his face behind, but curled his lips inwardly - just like that.

Before he stopped, some British reporters couldn't wait to ask him this question, and then he was stunned by Chinese reporters.

He realized that this was a nuisance, so he walked straight through the mixed zone without stopping. Anyway, reporters can't force any player to be interviewed in the mixed zone.

Now he looked at the British reporter who asked the question—very recognizable, he was glared at by a group of Chinese reporters, and the focus of everyone's eyes was the British reporter, with thin yellow hair tenaciously covering his scalp, like a piece of stone on a stone Layers of yellow lichen.

He is not alone with the British reporter who asked him the question just now, so it can be seen that all the British reporters here are very concerned about this question.

The Chinese reporters glared at him, and he looked at Hu Lai. Not only him, but other British reporters also looked at Hu Lai.

Under the eyes of everyone, Hu Lai smiled slightly and asked, "Why do you think so?"

The opponent froze for a moment, and then explained: "Because his deliberate handball prevented England's must-have goal..."

Hu Lai waved his hand at him, motioning him not to explain: "I mean why do you think I think that foul is immoral?"

"Eh?"

"I'm Chinese. Why should I think that's immoral?" Hu Lai pointed at himself and said to the opponent, "Team Wang just did what a Chinese player would do. If I were in his position, I will extend my hand without hesitation."

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When Wang Guangwei saw the players from both sides passing through the mixed area one after another in the live TV screen of the locker room, he knew that everyone was coming back.

So he quickly packed up his emotions and practiced grinning a few times.

Then he greeted his returning teammates with this expression.

Across a door, he could already hear the cheerful discussions of his teammates outside.

The corners of his mouth curled up a little more—this time he was really happy from the bottom of his heart.

Anyway, we did beat England and made it to the quarter-finals.

For this result, all the price paid is worth it.

After Wang Guangwei had done a good job of inner construction and expression management, when the people who pushed the door saw their captain sitting alone in the locker room with a smile on his face, their emotions were interrupted.

The players who were talking and laughing at first disappeared after seeing Wang Guangwei, and stopped talking, trying to calmly walk into the locker room.

Seeing this, Wang Guangwei frowned and asked, "Why? We lost?"

"No, no, no..." Everyone shook their heads and waved their hands.

"We won, we advanced to the quarterfinals, Team Wang..."

"Isn't that very happy? Why do you lose your face when you come in one by one?" Wang Guangwei asked with the captain's style.

I have to say that in this World Cup, his sense of captaincy is really getting stronger and stronger.

Now he no longer doubts whether he can be the captain of the national team.

Xia Xiaoyu said: "We have entered the quarterfinals, but Team Wang..."

Gao Ruimin also blamed himself and said: "It would be great if I touched that ball, I should jump higher!"

When Pete Williams shot, a total of two players stretched out their hands in front of the goal of the Chinese team. Except for Wang Guangwei who succeeded in the end, many people may have overlooked it. Before Wang Guangwei, Gao Ruimin also jumped up. He raised his arms and tried to interfere with the football with his hands.

As Hu Lai said, this is what any Chinese player would do, but Wang Guangwei happened to be in that position at the time.

"If it happened to me, I would be sent off if I was sent off. Anyway, I am also a substitute, and it will not affect the next game... But if you are sent off for the Kings, it will have a great impact on us..."

When Gao Ruimin said that, everyone in the locker room nodded in agreement.

"Crap!"

But Wang Guangwei interrupted Gao Ruimin's words with swear words, and then he said with a serious expression: "Is it because of me that we made it to the quarter-finals? If Lin Zhiyuan didn't save the penalty, my foul would be meaningless. If Without Cai Shuyi blocking the bullet hole in the penalty area, we might have fallen behind before Hu Lai made the lore..."

Cai Shuyi, who was named and praised, bowed his head. He felt ashamed because he was just paying off the debt from the second half.

According to the logic of the Wang team, it would be impossible for the England team to score the third goal without their own hesitation in front of the goal. Then the goal that Luo Kai assisted Hu Lai and scored became the lore of the Chinese team. How could there be a situation where the Kings needed a handball foul in the end?

"...We are a unit. Winning is everyone's credit, and losing is definitely everyone's responsibility. We only conceded two goals in the group stage, and it was considered that our defensive performance was not as bad as the experts said. , Could it be that I defended all the opponent's attacks by myself?"

Wang Guangwei asked everyone.

In the group stage, the Chinese team's defensive performance was remarkable, and they conceded two goals, one of which was a penalty.

It is inconsistent with the impression that "the Chinese team is strong in offense and weak in defense" that everyone generally believed before the game.

"For example, Hu Lai, he completed a hat-trick in the game, but in most of the game, he was not very active. Can he score three goals, all thanks to his own ability?"

Speaking of this, Wang Guangwei looked at Hu Lai who had just walked into the locker room with Chen Xingyi: "If it weren't for all of us to defend England's offense, hit the football up, involve running positions, create space for you, and finally pass the ball Pass to you, can you score, Hu Lai?"

Hu Lai shook his head: "Of course not, even if Melly comes."

"That's right." Wang Guangwei nodded, "We are a whole. If we break away from this whole, any single individual is a fart! There is no use for farts! No matter how powerful Hu Lai is, it depends on us. I am not as good as Hu Lai, Why does the defense of the Chinese team rely on me alone? In the next quarter-finals, we will not be able to defend without me? Defense is about discipline and tactics, relying on the whole, and never engaging in individual heroism That set. Without me, there would still be Xiaoqi, and Team Mao, there would always be someone who could replace me, and I would not be the indispensable person."

Wang Guangwei waved his arms, almost lecturing.

"You have to have confidence in yourself and your teammates! It's not bad news that I can't play, and the sky won't fall!"

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At the post-match press conference, British reporters asked China coach Jorge Dillon what he thought of Wang Guangwei's foul.

Dillon shrugged and showed a disdainful smile: "Wang deliberately fouled the handball and was directly sent off with a red card. He will be suspended for the next game and we were awarded a penalty kick. Whether it is him personally or the team, They were all punished. I don't know what else can be disputed about this matter?"

The British reporter who asked the question asked again: "Is it not decent to rely on such a controversial penalty to win the game?"

As soon as this remark came out, it once again caused a commotion at the press conference.

The Chinese reporters glared at each other one after another, but the other party only stared at Dillon and didn't care about the gazes of the Chinese reporters.

Dillon, who was watched, was not angry when he heard the words, but laughed out loud.

He laughed a little exaggeratedly as he slapped the table...

So much so that even the Chinese journalists who had glared at the British journalists cast surprised glances one after another~lightnovelpub.net~ Under the eyes of everyone, Dillon, who had had enough laughing, finally stopped laughing, but he still used his hands Wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes. This tear proved that he was not acting embarrassingly just now, but was really amused.

Still with a bright smile on his face, he shook his head again and again and said, "Isn't it honorable to win?"

When asked back here, Dillon still couldn't help laughing out loud.

"You guys have a penalty kick. As long as you can kick the penalty kick, isn't it a lore? You didn't score the kick yourself, so what does it have to do with us?" Dillon said to the British reporter in a joking tone, still Spreading his hands, he shrugged.

"As long as you can score a penalty kick, you can kill us very decently. But you don't, so if you say it is not decent, it is you who are not decent. What you should consider is such a disgraceful loss. After being eliminated and going home, how do we face those disappointed fans. Heh."

He looked contemptuously at the stunned, flushed British reporter.

Give you a chance, it's useless!

Give you a chance, it's useless!

It's useless!

(end of this chapter)