Best Amateur Soccer Player

Chapter 804 Press Conference

Zhang Hongfei's goal is a real lore!

Although the score on the field was 1 to 2, the Rouen team was still one goal behind the Lyon team, but the big score between the two sides, the Rouen team led the Lyon team 3 to 2.

Next, as soon as the Lyon team kicked the ball in the midfield, the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game.

The Rouen team eliminated the Lyon team and successfully advanced to the semi-finals of the French Cup!
Rouen once again created a miracle in the history of French football!Rouen became the first French team to advance to the semi-finals of the French Cup!

At the moment when the whistle sounded at the end of the game, the Rouen fans in the stands were completely excited!The cheers and applause of the audience lasted for a long time!
Wang Cong ran into the stadium excitedly, and hugged Zhang Hongfei tightly.

This is already this season, Wang Cong does not know how many times he has hugged Zhang Hongfei.

Although Zhang Hongfei looked disgusted, he couldn't stop the enthusiastic Wang Cong.

Not only Wang Cong, but other players of the Rouen team also rushed up and surrounded Zhang Hongfei.

In Wang Cong's mind, the tragic situation when the head coach of the Lyon team was stacked by the players of the Lyon team suddenly appeared.

When Wang Cong got hot-headed, he directly pushed Zhang Hongfei to the ground, and then decisively pressed him down!

The players of the Rouen team looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing how to play out the next plot.

Wang Cong immediately reminded loudly, "What are you waiting for? Come on!"

The players of the Rouen team immediately piled up one after another as if they had just woken up from a dream.

"Brother Cong! You, your uncle! How dare you rape me!"

Zhang Hongfei was crushed at the bottom, suffering unspeakably.

"Brother Fei, you have to pay it back when you come out to hang out!"

The head coach of the Lyon team looked bitterly at the Rouen team general who was celebrating wildly on the field.

After the celebration of stacking arhats ended, the players of the Rouen team fled one after another, leaving Wang Cong, who was also oppressed, to take the blame.

Just as Wang Cong wanted to escape, he was caught by Zhang Hongfei.

"Brother Cong, where do you want to go?"

"I, I, I...I'm going to the post-match press conference!"

"It's still early, why are you in a hurry? I have a big deal to talk to you about!"

"Brother Fei! Brother Fei! Let's talk if we have something to say!"

"Have something to say? I'm sorry! If I can solve it with my hands, I will never keep my mouth!"

When Wang Cong heard Zhang Hongfei's words, his face was full of fear.

"Brother Fei, don't be like this! In fact, I didn't want to do this just now! Those bad guys gave me bad ideas! Brother Fei, you must distinguish right from wrong!"

"Hehe! Brother Cong, one person does the work and the other is responsible. Why do you use others as a shield?"

"..."

"Brother Cong, let's go to a place where there is no one and have a good talk!"

Zhang Hongfei ignored Wang Cong's begging, and unceremoniously dragged Wang Cong to the home team's locker room.

The Rouen players had fled in all directions, and the locker room of the home team was empty.

Fearing revenge from Zhang Hongfei, the boss, the players of the Rouen team fled with their luggage.

"Brother Cong, do you see? There is no one in the locker room!"

"This group of bastards! It was so fun when we stacked Arhats just now! Now we have to settle the score, and run faster than anyone else!"

"Husband and wife are originally birds in the same forest, and when disaster comes, they will fly separately!"

Wang Cong whispered, "We are not husband and wife..."

"Then 'the generals are birds in the same forest, and they will fly separately when disaster strikes'!"

"Brother Fei is right! What he said is so damn good!"

Wang Cong has a deep understanding of this sentence.

"Brother Cong, let's not waste time! You have to go to the press conference later!"

"what?!"

Zhang Hongfei pushed Wang Cong to the ground with a smirk on his face, rubbing hard.

Ten minutes later, Wang Cong attended the post-match press conference with panda eyes on his face.

The head coach of the Lyon team sat on the stage with a depressed face, waiting to be questioned by the media.

Although Wang Cong looked miserable, he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

As soon as Wang Cong appeared, many reporters whispered.

"What's wrong with Mr. Wang Cong? It looks like he was beaten up?"

"That's right! The wound looks cruel, it should have just been beaten!"

"It's so strange! This is the home court of the Rouen team. Who would dare to beat Mr. Wang Cong?"

"Hahaha!!! Anyway, this is big news!"

Some people sympathize, and naturally some people gloat.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The media set up long guns and short cannons to shoot Wang Cong fiercely.

Wang Cong subconsciously blocked his face.

Immediately, the media below were unhappy.

"Mr. Wang Cong, what are you doing covering your face? We just want to take pictures of your face!"

"Nothing to shoot!"

"How did you get the wound on your face?"

"Oh? I accidentally fell in the locker room just now."

"But I think your injury doesn't look like a fall, but rather like being beaten."

"Nonsense! This is the home court of the Rouen team. Who dares to hit me? Who dares?"

"Then your injury..."

"Okay! Let's discuss some nutritious topics! For example, the Rouen team has advanced to the semi-finals of the French Cup today! Aren't you excited? Don't you have anything to ask?"

"Mr. Wang Cong, Rouen will face Marseille in the semi-final of the French Cup. What is your opinion on this?"

"Marseille is a very good team and I'm sure it will be another good game."

"But Mr. Wang Cong, the Rouen team played the iron bucket formation today. Most of the time of this game is not entertaining at all. Do you think this kind of game is exciting?"

"Rouen are in the semi-finals of the French Cup."

"Mr. Wang Cong, the Rouen team was passively beaten almost the entire game. Do you think this game is exciting?"

"Rouen are in the semi-finals of the French Cup."

"Mr. Wang Cong, without Zhang Hongfei's lore goal in the last minute of the game, we have reason to believe that the Lyon team is likely to advance to the French Cup semi-finals today."

"Rouen are in the semi-finals of the French Cup."

No matter what tricky questions the media asks, Wang Cong always responds with this sentence.

In the eyes of the media, Wang Cong has become a stone in the toilet, smelly and hard.

Seeing that they couldn't make things difficult for Wang Cong, the media immediately turned their attention to the two head coaches they were dealing with.

"Lyon lost to Rouen today, what do you think about it?"

"Rouen is a very good team and I am looking forward to playing against Rouen in Ligue [-] in the future."

The head coach of the Lyon team brought a lot of information to the media with just a simple sentence.

"Do you believe that the Rouen team will advance to Ligue [-] in the future?"

"Isn't that obvious?" asked the Lyon coach rhetorically.

(End of this chapter)