free people

Chapter 57 Don't use words that you can't grasp

"At the end of the game, Athletic Bilbao took the lead twice, was tied twice, and was even overtaken the second time, but scored two goals at the last moment and overtook the score again, 0-1, 1-1, 1 -2, 2-2, 3-2, 3-3, 3-4, seven goals in the whole game, without the excellent performance of Bilbao goalkeeper Ilyosos, the goals may be in double digits... ..."

"Yang Feng was probably the most depressed person in the game. Two shots and one pass scored three goals but failed to bring the team a victory. This is a very frustrating thing for any player. Of course 3-4 is not the end, because in 6 days they will be a guest in Spain for the second duel between the two sides, and Schalke 04 still have a chance to turn things around."

"Don't leave, everyone. Our special reporter from Tencent Sports will interview Yang Feng on the spot..."

"Fuck, the little penguin is okay, and there are special female supporters?"

"Who doesn't know that Yang Feng is now a big gold mine?"

"Xiao Fengfeng must be depressed to death, the pig teammate can't move it... It's so cool, I didn't expect to have the opportunity to say such things in my lifetime."

"Quiet Mimi became the team's thigh?"

The trademark of the little penguin on the microphone is still very recognizable, and Yang Dagui soon spotted the reporter from the motherland on the sidelines.

"Hi Yang Feng, I'm Zhang Yan, the front reporter of Tencent Sports, is it convenient to accept our interview?"

Zhang Yan is a spirited guy in his 30s. He looks gentle and gentle. There is a little girl who looks like an assistant and a camera guy next to him.

He came all the way from China, and he was let in by the club. Of course he should give this face. Yang Feng walked over immediately, nodded and said, "Hello."

"First of all, congratulations on breaking the single-season scoring record of Asian players in European competitions. Did you ever think that you could achieve this achievement so quickly before the game?"

"I secretly thought about it."

"We saw that you suddenly strengthened your dribbling in the second half of the game. Is this a tactic that was arranged before the game?"

"No, it's just my personal free play."

"It's a wonderful performance, I have to say, it gave us all a big surprise," Zhang Yan said with a smile, "I believe you will be able to turn the situation around in the next round, and I hope you can continue to have such an excellent performance in the next game , now you have scored 7 goals in the Europa League, which is close to the Korean player Cha Bum-geun's record of 9 goals; you have also scored 12 goals in the Bundesliga, and you are also close to the 16 goals directed by Yang Chen It’s not far away. Are you sure you can break these two records this season?”

Yang Chen scored 16 goals in four seasons in the Bundesliga, of which he scored 8 goals in the first season. He was the top scorer in the Frankfurt team at that time. Of course, the 34 goals scored are not the same, but the league levels of the two sides are completely incomparable, so the gold content of Yang Chen's 16 goals can basically be regarded as the highest in Chinese football history.

Speaking of this, the eyes of the three couldn't help flashing with admiration.

Yang Chen and Sun Jihai can be said to be the two most successful Chinese players studying abroad, but even if they are as strong as Yang Chen, they only scored 8 goals in the first season, but Yang Feng has already increased this number to 12, and It's clearly not the end yet.

In the press area just now, when they mentioned that they were from China, they were flattered by the enthusiastic attitude of their foreign counterparts. Those who have never experienced that kind of pride and pride are hard to understand.

Yang Chen in the live broadcast room shook his head arrogantly, and smiled at Su Dong: "Why are you mentioning this? The past tense is the past tense, and I will watch young people's... um..."

That "uh" was because Draxler suddenly appeared from behind Yang Feng and yelled a nondescript "Yang! Awesome!"

The two laughed and clapped their hands. Raul suddenly appeared on the other side of Yang Feng, and was about to imitate some beautiful Chinese sentences. Yang Feng quickly stopped him and said, "If you want to say 'fuck', I advise you to do not talk."

"Why? Didn't you tell me that 'fuck' means admiration in Chinese?" Raul couldn't figure it out, "Don't be so modest, brother, your performance today is worthy of 'fuck'."

Draxler nodded approvingly.

Yang Feng said seriously: "This word is very profound, and even many Chinese people don't understand it. You can't grasp it. Don't say it casually when there are many people in the future."

The two were stupefied for a moment.

The three Tencent Sports people looked at each other, and the camera guy gave Zhang Yan a wink, probably wanting to ask him if the machine should malfunction at this time.

After all, there are only a minority of the audience who understand German, and they don't know what they are talking about, but "Fuck" can still understand.

"If my ears are right, Yang Feng seems to have said 'Fuck'?"

"Absolutely, it's just shit! Who can tell me what's going on?"

"The twelfth level of German tells you, don't ask, knowing too much is not good for you."

"It can't be done, what the hell just made my kidney hurt from anger at the sand sculpture guards in the sand mine, and now my liver hurts from being teased by Yang Feng."

Of course Zhang Yan can understand German, but he didn't dare to let Yang Feng play freely anymore, so he quickly put the microphone on Raul's mouth, "Raul, hello! I'm your fan, well, there are many fans in China. Your fans."

"I know, I have been to China, and the fans there are very enthusiastic," he said, looking at Yang Feng, and then patted him on the shoulder, "I will never forget it."

Zhang Yan didn't expect the relationship between the two to be so good, and he was overjoyed, and immediately asked, "Will you come to China as a guest again?"

"Of course, we have an appointment to climb the Great Wall in China this summer."

The topic should be very happy, but some Raul fans heard a ray of sadness from it.

There is a European Cup this summer, and everyone who plays well will go to the competition, who has time to climb the city wall with you...

Of course, Zhang Yan couldn't let them go like this, and continued: "You have worked with many excellent forwards. Among these forwards, who do you think Yang Feng is more like?"

What he actually wanted to ask was where Yang Feng could be ranked, but he suddenly realized that this question seemed a bit embarrassing, so he quickly changed his words.

"Didn't everyone say that he looks like Irving? Hahaha," Raul said, "Actually, I thought so before, but you also watched the game just now. Maybe he is more like Ronaldo."

"Excuse me, which Ronaldo are you talking about?"

Raul shrugged, "Wear the number 7."

Another sad topic.

Everyone knows who the original owner of No. 7 is.

The audience found that although the question asked by this guy was related to Yang Feng, it sounded like it was specifically aimed at Raul.

Zhang Yan also realized this problem, and after asking Draxler a few more questions, he finally ended this hasty interview.

　The signing fee set earlier is indeed less, and changed to 100 million

　　
　
(End of this chapter)