There is a dream called football

Chapter 81 Domestic Media
There are many cases of domestic manufacturers rubbing football news, such as the seven wolves rubbing Real Madrid stars as their own publicity.

When Real Madrid visited China, the seven wolves were one of the sponsors, but they only paid a few million and used the portrait rights of the seven superstars of Real Madrid without authorization, but there was no way at that time.

But compared with these, there is a "giant" who is the most powerful, and that is the golden voice, which is the one who rubbed off on Ronaldo.

So someone on the forum immediately said.

"It's probably another stalk that Golden Throat came up with."

"Really? Can Ronaldo be spared? I'm a fan of him, and I don't want to see him being consumed like this."

"Haha, it's probably two people spending together."

It was also said.

"Actually, I'm thankful that I can reach Yang Chen's level in studying abroad. I don't dare to think about it any more."

There are also more positive views.

"Porto is the champion of the UEFA Cup, you are blind, can it be compared with Frankfurt back then?"

"That must be the main force, not soy sauce."

At this time, there are basically no matches in the Portuguese Super League in China, so based on a few photos, I don't know how Li Qiao is doing.

"I think, this person's name is fake. There is Baggio in Italy, so let's have Li Qiao, hahaha."

Li Qiao signed with Porto, and the domestic sports forums were full of quarrels. At this time, there was no station D, but the scene of saliva splashing was not inferior at all.

*****
A lot of Asian faces suddenly appeared in the Gaya Training Center. These are the domestic media, and they are waiting for Porto to train.

Dong Mu, a reporter from an online media, saw the sign of Sports Weekly, so he moved over to it.

"What's your name?"

"Sun Lu."

"Dong Mu."

After the two exchanged pleasantries, Dong Mu opened up the chatterbox, "It's been a few days since I've been here, and I haven't heard much news. I don't know if it's the main force or a marginal figure."

"I don't know, it's a sudden news, so I came to see it." Sun Lu laughed.

"I think [-]% of it costs money."

Sun Lu asked in surprise, "Why did you say that?"

"Think about it, it's impossible for this good player to come out of a crack in the rock. There must be a source, not to mention the environment of domestic football..."

Sun Lu was not happy when he heard that.

This is the case with many domestic media. For Chinese football, they mainly focus on belittling, and even formed a habit.

"Don't always use old eyes."

Dong Mu didn't argue, just smiled meaningfully.

At this time, the crowd started to commotion. It was the players who came out to warm up. First of all, the vests were distributed, and Li Qiao got the vest representing the substitute.

Dong Mu seemed to have found a treasure, "What did I say? It really is soy sauce."

Sun Lu sneered: "It doesn't mean anything to be a substitute during group training, it still depends on the content."

It's so hard to die, Li Qiao lost when he grabbed the lap yesterday, and he's going to pick up the ball in the first half of today's training.

Seeing that Li Qiao became a caddy, the corners of Dong Mu's mouth curled up like an emoji.

"See, our expectations are still too high. It's not a substitute, but a caddy."

The most important thing about online media is to gain eyeballs, and this one is like a treasure, and many people immediately clicked and clicked non-stop.

This photo is paired with jokes, it will attract countless fans.

Dong Mu smiled and said, "I have already thought up the words."

"Chinese players studying abroad to pick up the ball are not as good as one generation after another."

Sun Lu's face was black. The Sports Weekly is regarded as a serious media. He wanted to refute, but everything in front of him...

"Could it be true that he "studied abroad" at his own expense and came here with gold plating?"

During the training interval, someone waved at Li Qiao, but Li Qiao pretended not to notice it. As for the domestic media, Li Qiao knew very well that when the time was good, they would call you Maradona, and when the time was bad, you would be demoted to a scumbag.

Li Qiao didn't want to pay attention to them. The most important thing at this time was to play well in Porto, and everything else was a false name.

After picking up the ball for 20 minutes, Li Qiao joined the training and stood on the right side of the court.

Sun Lu came alive.

But Dong Mu's interest has faded, he has already taken the most exciting photos just now, so it doesn't matter what happens next.

Li Qiao, who joined the training, also ran along at first.

Frequent running around is a bit boring, these half-baked reporters can't understand it, but Sun Lu understands it a little bit, this is tactical training.

Li Qiao's movements should be exquisite.

Dong Mu was wondering, "Is this considered training? You can't even touch the ball once."

"Isn't this running around? There's no doubt it's soy sauce."

To be honest, Sun Lu didn't quite understand it, but he firmly believed that Li Qiao was not running around.

When the training was over, Mourinho gestured to let some players pass, including Deco, Maniche and others.

At this moment, a surprising scene happened, including Li Qiao.

Dong Mu counted, there are 15 people in total, even if he thinks about it with his butt, he knows that these people are the core.

Sun Lu chuckled, squinted at Dong Mu, put away the equipment, and moved his seat, as if he didn't want to be with him.

Sun Lu held the sign of Sports Weekly and hoped to interview Li Qiao later. He was more interested and bought a Li Qiao jersey.

At the end of training, Li Qiao walked through the crowd and ignored the interview request, but he saw a middle-aged man holding his jersey in the crowd.

That's what he wanted, and Li Qiao didn't want to upset him, so he went over to sign for him.

Sun Lu took the opportunity to say: "Hi, I'm a reporter from Sports Weekly. Can I ask you a few simple questions? Don't worry, we are serious media and won't talk nonsense."

Li Qiao chuckled, "I'm sorry, the club has rules, players can't end the interview in private, I'm sorry."

Sun Lu expressed his understanding. He knew it was an excuse, but he felt good about the young man's calmness and resilience.

"It looks like a football star." Sun Lu thought to himself.

Li Qiao also has a good impression of the other party. He is not the kind of stalking reporter who respects others.

*****
In the capital, there is a regular press conference for the national team. The head coach of the national team, Ali Han, sits on top of it, and there are a group of reporters below.

When it came to the questioning session, because Ali Han needed an interpreter, the questioning would be lengthy, and some questions might not be translated so clearly, so communication was needed.

Someone asked: "May I ask if you have paid attention to playing in Porto, the Chinese teenager Li Qiao under Mourinho."

Ali Han was taken aback.

"I don't watch Portuguese football and I don't know who Mourinho is."

The reporter knew that it was a translation problem, so he emphasized it again. Alihan is also the same about this. After all, there are many Chinese young people overseas, but it is not surprising that few of them can be kicked out.

"My focus now is to investigate domestic players, so I don't know what you are asking."

This was the first time Alihan heard Li Qiao's name, and the Dutchman himself would laugh when thinking of this scene years later.

(End of this chapter)