Best Amateur Soccer Player

Chapter 649 Fierce Battle
After scoring the goal, Zhang Hongfei looked very excited, standing there dancing.

Words can no longer describe Zhang Hongfei's mood at this time.

The players of the Rouen team quickly surrounded Zhang Hongfei with all kinds of flattery, praise, and congratulations.

On the other hand, Wang Cong, who was on the sidelines, rushed into the stadium impatiently, and hugged Zhang Hongfei affectionately, making everyone witness once again the unbreakable friendship between Zhang Hongfei and Wang Cong.
In the stands, the fans of the Rouen team burst into cheers!
This is by far the hottest time in the whole game!
The fans of the Rouen team witnessed the whole process of the Rouen team from leading to being tied, leading again, being tied again, leading again, being tied again, until the last moment of the game to complete the overtake.

The process of this competition is really exciting!Many older Rouen fans couldn't stand it!

But the result is good, it is really good!
The phalanx of fans at the University of Rouen also erupted in the most enthusiastic voices of the game.Just because Zhang Hongfei scored the goal!

The only frowning faces in the stands were the Spanish media's phalanx of fans.

They were full of joy and thought that the Clermont team could successfully steal a point from the Rouen team's home court. Who knew that the Clermont team was so disappointing that they capsized in the gutter at the last moment of the game.

The Spanish media made all kinds of ridicule towards the Clermont players to vent their dissatisfaction.

The team was defeated by the opponent at the last moment, but the head coach of the Clermont team had a calm expression on his face, as if the team's winning or losing had nothing to do with him.

The Clermont players obviously don't have the heart of the head coach.

The Clermont players walked off the field listlessly.

The head coach of the Claremont team stepped forward and encouraged his players one by one to cheer them up.

Zhang Hongfei and Wang Cong saw what the head coach of the Claremont team did.

If the head coach of the Claremont team shouted for heaven and land after losing, Zhang Hongfei and Wang Cong might not take him seriously.

But the head coach of the Claremont team is acting too calmly now, which makes people feel a little scared.

"Brother Cong, it seems that this old guy is not easy to deal with!"

"That's right, Brother Fei! He actually acted so calmly! As if winning or losing has nothing to do with him! At least I can't do that!"

"That's right! Brother Cong, if you can do it, you won't be fooling around with me!"

"What? Follow you? Brother Fei, don't put gold on your face!"

The end of the game means that the time to test Wang Cong has come again!

But this time, Zhang Hongfei was fully prepared.

First of all, this is the home court of the Rouen team, and the "ammunition" of the Spanish media has been restricted and cannot be shipped in.

Secondly, Zhang Hongfei recruited alumni from the University of Rouen as his strong backing.As long as they are there, Zhang Hongfei can have a head-to-head battle with the Spanish media!
Zhang Hongfei has taken advantage of the timing, location, and harmony of people. He is already invincible in today's battle!

The Spanish media, unaware of the imminent disaster, walked towards the press conference with great interest.

On the way, they were still thinking about how to make things difficult for Wang Cong and Zhang Hongfei.

They had never suffered a defeat, and they were used to seeing Wang Cong and Zhang Hongfei being carried out on stretchers.

At the press conference, Wang Cong and the head coach of the Claremont team arrived at the same time.

However, all the spotlights and cameras in the audience were directed at Wang Cong, and the head coach of the Claremont team was selectively ignored by the media.

Fortunately, the head coach of the Clermont team is relatively well-bred, neither humble nor overbearing, neither happy nor angry, and still has the same poker face and expressionless face.

At the press conference, everyone took their positions and started today's battle!
"Wang Cong! The Rouen team was lucky to win at the last moment of the game today. What do you think about this?"

A Spanish journalist, preemptively.

"No opinion."

Wang Cong's answer still gave people an urge to beat someone up.

"Whether the Rouen team performed well or not in this game, please comment!"

Another Spanish reporter, Gouwei continued to mink.

"Of course it is very good! I can't say that my players are not good! You can also ask this kind of mentally handicapped question?"

Hearing Wang Cong's answer, the Spanish reporter blushed immediately, and wanted to rush forward to teach Wang Cong a lesson, but was stopped by his teammates.

"Wang Cong, I heard that there have been many conflicts within the Rouen team recently. Is it true or not?"

"Which bastard is this talking nonsense outside? Can you tell me?"

Wang Cong's answer was still watertight.

If the Spanish reporter said it was him, it would be tantamount to admitting that he was a bastard, but he couldn't tell who it was, and he would be complained by Wang Cong to spread rumors and make trouble there.

The Spanish media instantly felt that Wang Cong seemed a bit tricky today!
At this time, a reporter from China asked Wang Cong a question.

"Mr. Wang Cong, the national football team is currently preparing for the 2010 World Cup in South Africa. As an excellent head coach, do you have any good suggestions for the current national football team?"

This is a proposition. No matter whether Wang Cong's answer is good or bad, he is bound to be complained about.

Wang Cong glared dissatisfiedly at the reporter who raised this question.

If he hadn't seen that this reporter was of the yellow race like himself, Wang Cong would have mistakenly thought that this guy was an undercover agent of the Spanish media.

"I'm sorry! I'm just the head coach of the France C team. I can't talk about the national team at all."

"Mr. Wang Cong, then you should have your own opinions or views, right? For example, which player do you like in this year's national team?"

"Dong Fangzhuo."

After Wang Cong finished speaking, the reporter looked at Wang Cong with a strange look.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

"Mr. Wang Cong, Dong Fangzhuo is not in the latest squad for the national team."

"..."

"That's the last session! Last session, I liked Dong Fangzhuo the most!"

Wang Cong's unreasonable and straightforward words successfully refreshed the reporter's understanding of Wang Cong.

"Mr. Wang Cong, what do you like about Dong Fangzhuo? Offensive?"

"Of course I like his defense! Dong Fangzhuo is a very good defender!"

"Ahem...Mr. Wang Cong, Dong Fangzhuo is a striker."

"Huh? Is Dong Fangzhuo a striker?"

When Wang Cong heard this, he immediately turned his head and asked Zhang Hongfei beside him in a low voice, "Brother Fei, is Dong Fangzhuo a forward or a defender?"

"How do I know? I usually don't care about the national team."

(End of this chapter)