Godfather of national football

Chapter 679 Top of the World ([-])

The halftime whistle blew.

The two teams ended 1-1 in the first half. The fans of both sides were quite satisfied with the score, and the starting line was still the same in the second half.

The players on both sides ran back to the locker room quickly, and there were 45 minutes waiting for them, the fateful 45 minutes.

Materazzi took out his mobile phone, and the 15 minutes of the intermission was boring for the spectators.

Suddenly, someone came over and sat down. Before Materazzi could speak, the other party introduced himself.

"Hello, I'm Pierre, a reporter from the French newspaper L'Equipe."

"It turned out to be an annoying reporter." Materazzi looked at the other party, and then returned to the phone screen. The meaning was very clear, and he didn't bother to talk to you.

"You know you know English, but I can also communicate with you in Italian."

Materazzi had already begun to sneer in his heart. It seemed that the other party was unwilling to give up, so he raised his head and looked at him with contempt in his eyes.

"Sorry, I'm a spectator now, I'm here to watch the game, you can't pester me."

"No, I'm also watching the game, and this is a public place, so I can't talk about entanglement."

"Hehe, what exactly do you want?"

Seeing that Materazzi was angry, Pierre chuckled, "By the way, I want to know, what will happen to you if I pester you? Do you want to greet my mother and my wife, just like you greeted Zidane's wife back then?"

"Or do you still want to hit me?"

Materazzi understood that this guy had nothing to fear. In Europe, when journalists fought with celebrities, the celebrities must suffer. I remember that Robert Downing Jr. had a fight with reporters once, but he didn't take advantage in the end.

"Don't worry, I won't hit you." Materazzi guessed that this guy was wearing a recorder or something. Forget it, he would have to pay it back sooner or later. He was really too arrogant back then.

"Okay, just ask anything, but only three questions, and I can refuse."

"of course."

Materazzi put the phone back in his pocket and signaled the other party to start.

"First question, how are you doing recently?"

Materazzi chuckled, wondering what kind of question this is, but since he agreed, he still had to answer: "Very good, eating, drinking and traveling have never been so good."

"Second question, do you want to return to the football circle?"

"Maybe."

Materazzi was puzzled. He made an appointment with three questions, but the other party easily wasted two. What does this mean?
Of course Pierre is not that stupid, the third question-do you think you owe the French team an apology?
"It's finally here." Materazzi smiled slightly: "I don't owe anyone anything, never."

"Really? Can a person's face really be that thick?"

"This is the fourth question, right? Can journalists count as talking?"

Pierrejo stood up and looked at Materazzi with extreme contempt: "You can steal the World Cup, but you can't fool your own conscience, unless you have no conscience at all."

After speaking, Pierre left, maybe because of his too strong aura, Materazzi jumped up and down, and after a while, Materazzi cursed at Pierre's back—crazy!

*****
There has always been a very strange scene in the locker room of the French team, that is, Benzema and the others are sitting separately, which seems a bit out of gregarious. Regarding this, Didier Deschamps didn't say much. He is not a kindergarten teacher, so it is impossible to force everyone to be friends.

Benzema feels that he is old and awesome. He entered the French team in the 2008 European Cup, and it has been 10 years.

But since the prostitute incident with Ribery that year, his image in the hearts of French fans has been greatly reduced. In recent years, he has also been unlucky, and many things often happen, and some things are indeed innocent.

He didn't have much expectations for the national team, but Deschamps called him this time, so there was such a strange scene in the French team's locker room.

Deschamps' idea is also very simple, young people are energetic, but Benzema's experience may be used at critical times.

In this World Cup, Benzema played 3 times as a substitute and has yet to score a goal. One can imagine the depression in his heart.

Others were drinking water by themselves, Deschamps walked towards Benzema, he felt that this pawn should be used.

"Karim!"

"Boss." Benzema moved to make room for Deschamps. After sitting down, Deschamps asked, "What did you think of the first half?"

"Although the Chinese team has no offensive ability, they can't kill them."

Deschamps nodded, "A young man is a young man after all, thinking too easily about his opponent."

Benzema just laughed and didn't say anything.

"I sometimes wonder if the French team had you in the European Cup two years ago, would the result be different."

"Maybe it's not different, I don't think I'm better than Griezmann."

"Hehe." Deschamps knew that this was not the truth in Benzema's heart.

Deschamps stood up, patted Benzema on the head, and looked very friendly, "I am ready to play in the second half at any time. The regrets of two years ago must never come again."

Benzema was a little taken aback, then nodded.

*****
In the locker room of the Chinese team, Mu Fei ran both legs in the icy water. In the first half, Mu Fei's running distance was twice the team's average level.

"Mu Fei, are you okay?" Li Guo asked.

"Can I say no? I am the only right back that works in the national team."

"Damn child, can you speak seriously."

There was a burst of laughter in the locker room. Everyone saw Mu Fei's performance in the first half.

Of course, everyone was also worried that Mu Fei would not be able to persist in the second half, but it all depends on the doctor's judgment.

Under Li Guo's earnest gaze, the doctor smiled and said: "It's nothing, let's soak in ice water, and then I'll give him a massage. Mu Fei is very strong, and he should be fine after the competition."

"That's good!"

Mu Fei patted Micro Motion Yi next to him, "Little Gao Gao, do you think it's difficult for Brother Mu to succeed you?"

"I don't know, I'm a central defender and I don't know much about full-backs."

"Damn." The words were pushed back, and Mu Fei looked at Geng Chong again, "Then Xiao Chong expresses his opinion to you."

puff.

Everyone smiled and looked at Mu Fei and Geng Chong. This time Geng Chong didn't pay attention to Mu Fei at all, "The locker room is so well sealed, why did a fly fly in, it's buzzing, it's so noisy."

Haha.

The team members all realized that this was pointing at Sang and scolding Huai. Mu Fei held a slipper in one hand, "Really? Where is it? Whether it's a fly or Xiaoqiang, I'll give it a papa papa."

Hahahaha.

There was another burst of joyful laughter in the locker room.

(End of this chapter)