Green Destroyer

Chapter 20
When Chen Hao blasted the football into the gate of Lorient again and again, the domestic fans who stayed up late to watch the game could no longer contain their excitement and shouted on the Internet.

"I'm sooooooooooooooo!"

"It's amazing!"

"This ball is too exciting!"

"I didn't stay up all night in vain today!"

"Chen Ritian! Chen Ritian! I will be a die-hard fan of Chen Ritian from now on!"

"Lyon is also a giant in Ligue [-]. I still remember their seven consecutive Ligue [-] titles and the Champions League beating Royal Sixteen Lang (referring to Real Madrid). Why is it like this now? Is their defense line paper?"

"... Nima, this is Lorient, not Leon!"

Although this game was played at [-]:[-] in the evening in France, it kicked off at [-]:[-] in the morning in China. Fans who can get up to watch the game at this time have a little bit of love for Chinese football.

It is true that some people turned off their computers and mobile phones in disappointment after watching the first half, but at least hundreds of thousands of fans waited for the moment when Chen Hao came off the bench.

Then...their adrenaline has been on the verge of bursting at any time!
The only website that provides Chinese commentary almost paralyzed the server at the last moment!

A reminder from the behind-the-scenes director sounded in Huang Chaoran's earphones:
"The ratings have exceeded the peak of this season, pay attention to grasp the emotions!"

But he has long ignored these voices, he just hugged the microphone and vented his feelings:

"I don't know how many people watched this game with me today, this game that went from despair to madness!
But I know that when the sun is bright and the sun rises in the morning, Chen Hao's name will surely become a thunderclap on the land of China!
Yes, I have a hunch, no, it's not a hunch, it's definitely going to come true.

In the history of Luyin, an incomparably gorgeous football superstar has been rising, and he will surely leave his own glorious mark in the century-old history of modern football!
I want to be thankful that I was able to watch and explain this game for the first time, and became a witness and witness of a piece of history and a legend.

I am even more fortunate that this superstar belongs to the red China! "
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"Drip, drip, drip!"

Three whistles finally announced the end of the game, and cheers erupted from the sky above the San Severn Stadium.

At this moment, it seemed that the lazy and elegant clouds in the sky were also stunned by this huge sound wave!

"Chen! Chen! Chen!"

No. 35 player Chen Hao, who scored 7 points in 33 minutes, was thrown into the sky by his teammates. Twenty thousand Metz fans were all shouting his name!

Cartier let out a long breath of hot air. He took off his sweat-soaked T-shirt and sat down slowly.

Holding his forehead with his hands, he was gasping for breath. After the tension and excitement, a huge sense of fatigue hit his body. The 55-year-old Cartier even felt that he had just walked through the gate of hell...

Oh, no, he had already entered the River Styx before!

Capoue raised his head slightly, and saw the teammate flying high into the sky.

What good thing did I do that God sent such a thick leg... to save me? ! -
"I know that the Metz team has a talented player, and we have strengthened our defense in the pre-match training, but ... the result is like this."

At the post-match press conference, Lorient coach Riddle shrugged and spread his hands helplessly:
"I don't blame any one player because everyone did their best and we were not dealing with a normal footballer who had nine high-quality shots in 35 minutes, all on target. , and converted into 9 goals! Even Pele, the king of the ball...is not at this level!"

Better than Bailey?
The Chinese reporter Yang Yiming in the audience suddenly became excited, ten fingers flew up and down, and wrote a line of black and thick headlines on the laptop in a blink of an eye:

"The famous French coach publicly stated: the Chinese teenager has completely become the Brazilian football champion!"

Riddle, who was reversed and humiliated wildly by a substitute, pushed the table away with a look of frustration, shook his head and left the stadium that made him sad, leaving the news hall to the victorious home team.

Cartier's face was still faintly flushed with excitement, he coughed, and sat down on the speaking table:

"I know I was complained after the game a week ago, that I didn't allow the man who scored the goal to be interviewed, and now... I brought him in."

Sitting next to him, of course, is the Chinese teenager who has "completely become the Brazilian football champion", and Chen Hao who scored seven goals after coming off the bench.

Chen Hao glanced at the audience, slightly disappointed.

After all, it was just a pecking contest, and there were probably less than 20 media present. Even in this not-so-large press room, it seemed a bit empty and deserted.

He shook his head slightly.

Even if he defeated Paris and Marseille in succession, he did not gain the attention of everyone.

The Ligue [-] stage is still too small!
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"I'm very happy to be able to participate in the team's press conference. I'm just a child. This is also the most precious first experience in my life. I hope everyone can be gentle with me."

The reporters in the audience were a little surprised by Chen Hao's ambiguous way of greeting, but they all smiled.

France is undoubtedly an open country, even a little too open, but it is still unfamiliar to the Chinese.

Generally speaking, mysterious East Asians are considered rigid, rigorous, low-key, and hardworking in Europe. When it comes to China and the Chinese, they may be more or less labeled as old-fashioned, poor, stupid, dirty, treacherous, and rampant with fakes. , xenophobia, dirty air, lack of human rights, and inability to integrate into European society. With the development of China, these discriminatory labels are gradually weakening and being replaced by new and positive content.

The first time Chen Hao spoke in front of the public, it made them feel different.

At least, this way of greeting proves... This little guy under the age of 17 doesn't seem to be out of tune with European society like other Chinese players?

Facing Chen Hao like this, the enthusiasm of the reporters in the audience to ask questions suddenly increased by three points. Almost everyone stretched their necks and raised their hands high, wanting to get the attention of the news officials of the Metz Club.

"Thank you, I'm Michel Roland, a reporter from Metz Evening News..."

The first one to be named was of course the local media. This middle-aged reporter with slightly bald hair seemed quite excited:
"As a Metz resident, our family has been a Crimson fan since 30 years ago, and I can honestly say I've had more excitement in the last 35 minutes than I've had over 30 games in the previous 1000 years." Get stronger!"

Chen Hao smiled at him:
"Believe me, this feeling won't be the last time, Mr. Roland."

"I'm already looking forward to next weekend as soon as possible!"

Roland nodded again and again, causing a burst of chuckles from his colleagues around him. Then he calmed down and finally remembered his own question:

"Just a few minutes ago, another relegation battle ended, our main rival Evian lost 2-3 at home to Reims, so they still have 37 points and We have reached 36 points, and the difference between the two sides is only one point. With two rounds left in the league, what do you think of our prospect of relegation?"

Chen Hao shrugged his shoulders:

"I don't think relegation is a difficult thing. If you have to ask how sure I am, it's probably 100%."

Roland was surprised and puzzled again:
"The initiative is not in our hands..."

Chen Hao grinned:
"Yes, the initiative is no longer in our hands, but under my feet."

Next, other media took turns to snatch the opportunity to ask questions:
"I'm a reporter from Paris Sport. According to reliable sources, the head coach of Paris Saint-Germain was very impressed by your previous games. The club intends to offer you an olive branch. What do you think about this?"

Chen Hao did not hide his true feelings:

"It's an honor to be appreciated by a team like Paris, but it's not the time to talk about it, let alone... I haven't got my first official contract yet, I'm still a member of the Metz club. A youth training apprentice."

The reporters in the audience suddenly exclaimed in unison.

Cartier, who was sitting next to Chen Hao, immediately sent a text message to the chairman:

"Hurry up and sign a contract with him!"

Even if FIFA and UEFA do not allow players to formally sign with clubs before the age of 17, they have many ways to circumvent these rules!
"I am Yang Yiming, a Chinese reporter. I am very glad that the previous injury did not affect your performance today."

Among more than a dozen reporters, Yang Yiming finally stood up.

Facing his compatriots, Chen Hao smiled more cordially, and he answered in Mandarin:
"Because of the club's arrangement, I really couldn't accept your visit. I hope you don't care."

Yang Yiming shook his head like a rattle:
"I don't care, I don't care. If it's convenient, I would like to conduct an exclusive interview with you in the near future. I wonder if you...have time?"

This reporter was clearly facing a teenager who was more than ten years younger than himself, but subconsciously, he had already put himself in a very low position.

This is really a real society.

Chen Hao nodded with a smile:

"Mace will be on vacation for the next two days, and you can contact me at any time."

(End of this chapter)