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Chapter 10 Reporting and Interviewing

Zhu Hantao enjoyed lunch with his friends talking and laughing, not knowing what was about to happen.

This morning, an article "Juventus Abandoned General Shines Siena, Chinese Genius Scores Twice in 10 Minutes in His First Show" was quietly published in "Turin Sports".

It’s just a short piece of tofu, which describes in detail Zhu Hantao’s performance in the youth team match between Turin and Siena, and introduces Zhu Hantao’s experiences before coming to Turin, especially the years he stayed in Juventus.

In the streets and alleys, someone passed by a newsstand and casually took a newspaper to pass the time on the way to work.

Someone took out the subscribed newspaper from the mailbox in front of the house and took it home, and ate breakfast while reading the newspaper.

It turned out that after the interview yesterday, Fabio rushed out the manuscript overnight and sent it back to the newspaper office, and it passed the editor's review. Yes, it was just an unimportant piece of tofu.

Unexpectedly, this humble article, after a short period of fermentation, suddenly exploded among the fans.

The fans of the Turin team have nothing to do with it. They just think that a young player who seems to be pretty good has come to their team, and he is from a rival in the same city, which is quite interesting.

Juventus fans are not happy. What they care about is not the departure of their own excellent players, but the players trained by their own team who are now playing for their rivals.

Of course, the current Zhu Hantao is not an outstanding talented player in their opinion, maybe he just got lucky, and their attitude depends on his next performance.

A tabloid reporter with good news found the head coach of the Juventus youth team, Vincenzo Ziarenza.

"Hello, Coach Ziarenza, may I ask why you drove away such an outstanding young player?"

"How many times have I said this? I didn't have any contact with this young player whose name I can't name. He is not my player, but a member of the low-level echelon. I don't know anything. Go ask someone else."

"Okay, I see," the reporter carefully wrote down in the notebook, "Coach Ziarenza said he doesn't know who Zhu is, and I don't know him."

"Coach Ziarenza never goes to the echelon and doesn't care about the growth of young players."

Others went to interview the Bianconeri's current chairman, Giovanni Corpoli.

"Mr. Chairman, what do you want to say about the imperfect management of your team's youth echelon and the fact that you have driven the outstanding young players you have cultivated to your rivals?"

"First of all, I don't agree with what you said. There are many outstanding young players in our youth team. As for the player you mentioned, I seem to have the impression that he once had a good performance, but later he was quite mediocre. We have many better players than him, so it is actually for his benefit to let him go."

"Are you saying that Zhu's level is actually average?"

"Anyway, what I want to say is that we are Juventus and don't care about a young player who is only a teenager."

"And what do you think of him joining Torino after leaving Juventus?"

"Oh, that's his choice, good luck to him. Okay, let's go here, I have something to do."

"Okay, thank you for agreeing to my interview. Goodbye."

Then several articles such as "Juventus chairman angrily accuses Zhu of being a traitor", "Our team has many more outstanding young players than him - what the Juventus chairman said" and so on appeared in the newspaper one after another.

Italian Radio Television, Office of the Director of Sports Channels.

"Antonio, do you still remember a young player who performed well in the Turin Cup football match many years ago, did we report on him?" A bald, fat middle-aged man said excitedly.

"What's the matter, what happened? Let me think about it..." The middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes with an adult hairstyle sat behind the desk, "Is it that young Chinese player who performed so well and was taken away by Juventus?"

"Why don't you say that you are the director? Not only are you capable of working, you are also handsome, and you have such a good memory, that's right." The bald man complimented.

"It's useless to say less," he said, the slightly raised corners of his mouth still betrayed him, "Has he entered the first team? Or is there something else? If I remember correctly, he is about sixteen or seventeen years old this year." The director asked indifferently.

"He came off the bench in the second half of the first round of the youth team league, and scored twice in his first show..." The bald man didn't finish his sentence.

"Oh? Let me take a look," the director flipped through a pile of documents on the desk in front of him, and took out a sheet from it, which was the score of the youth team league game that had ended. "No, the Juventus youth team didn't score goals with that Chinese boy?"

"This is the wonderful part. He was kicked out by Juventus about a year ago, and then he joined the Torino team for some reason. This time he played for the Turin youth team."

The director touched his chin when he heard the words, and pondered: "Let's keep the material from back then. You can send someone to interview him and his family and friends again. Don't rush to report for now. Once the video material is collected, it may come in handy in the future."

"Okay, director, back then you said that it would be a good subject if this Chinese boy kicked out in a day, so in addition to the report of the game at that time, we specially kept some videos of him. Now it seems that you are really far-sighted." The bald middle-aged fat man praised.

"Okay, you go down and make arrangements, I'll leave this to you." After speaking, the director lowered his head and flipped through the documents in his hand.

"Director, don't worry, I'll arrange it right away."

After the fat man left and closed the door, he muttered to himself, "Interesting, if there is really an Italian-Chinese star, there will be a lot of articles that can be written here."

……

When the bald man led the filming team to find Zhu Hantao, Zhu Hantao was stunned. Did someone come to him just after scoring two youth league goals?

"Hi Zhu'andao, I'm Manu. We met six years ago. You won the championship in the Turin Cup youth football match. I interviewed you. Do you remember?" I finally knew the name of the middle-aged bald and fat man.

It can be seen that Manu has made serious preparations, and has also specially learned the pronunciation of Zhu Hantao's name, but he still has an Italian accent. It will be very strange to read the name of Huaguo according to their pronunciation habits.

Due to the team's holiday, Zhu Hantao, who didn't want to travel far, chose to train on the grass near his home. He thought for a while, "Oh! I remember, how did you find this place? What's the matter?"

"We left your address back then. It was the Chinese restaurant opened by your parents. We found it from your mother and found out that you were out for training." Manu took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his brow. "Why don't you be so good, and the team still insists on practicing on your own during holidays, and you don't usually take a break to relax?"

"Football is the easiest and happiest thing for me, and I'm not very interested in other entertainment." Zhu Hantao replied.

"Have you turned it on? Did you take a picture just now?" Manu turned to ask the cameraman.

The videographer who was carrying the camera was also sweating, "No...no, Director, you didn't say start!"

"Stupid, idiot, I'm so pissed off, how well he answered just now! Well, you can interview as planned." Manu walked aside and sat down to rest.

In addition to the cameraman, he brought a beautiful lady who should be a reporter from the sports channel. They began to interview Zhu Hantao according to the questions they had prepared in advance.

"You played for Juventus before, what caused you to leave the Bianconeri?"

"Eh... it was because my strength could not meet the requirements of the team at that time. The coach persuaded me to leave, saying that it might be better for me to go elsewhere."

"Then do you think what he said made sense now?"

What kind of stupid question are you asking? Zhu Hantao had black lines all over his head, "Anyway, I think it's good to be in the Turin team."

"Do you have anything to say about the wonderful performance of scoring twice in the first show?"

"I'm very happy. First of all, I would like to thank Coach Pigino for his trust in me and my teammates for their help. I would also like to thank my parents for their support in my football. I hope I can continue to work hard and have better and better performances in the future."

……

It was not the first time Zhu Hantao had been interviewed after finally sending them away from the TV station. Although he always felt that this time was more formal, he didn't take it too seriously.

The next morning, just arrived at the team locker room to change into clothes to start a day of training. Unexpectedly, the captain of the youth team midfielder Capelupo changed his previous indifference and took the initiative to say hello: "Morning, Zhu!"

Zhu Hantao was taken aback for a moment, but he reacted quickly, and immediately put on a smiling face, "It's too early, Captain!"

Satisfied with Zhu Hantao's reaction, Capelupo smiled and nodded.

Other teammates also came to the stadium one after another, Zhu Hantao found that their attitude towards him seemed to be different, and some of them greeted him with friendly smiles.

"Hey! Zhu, now you're famous!" Daniel reached out and punched Zhu Hantao in the chest as soon as he arrived.

"Huh? The interview is on the air?"

"What broadcast? Don't you know, many newspapers have published your experience, including winning the championship when you were a child, being selected by Juventus, leaving in disgrace, and then coming to Turin. No matter what setbacks you encountered along the way, you trained hard and finally got a chance in our team..."

Listening to Daniel Barbara talk a bunch, what the hell is this.

"So... I'm on fire?"

"Yeah, you're on fire!"

"But didn't I score two goals in the youth team, and it's not Serie A, it's strange."

Italian football is difficult to describe in one word. Even if it is a Serie A team, many small teams have no money and are imperfect in many aspects.

For example, many people know that echelon construction is very important. Among the 23 teams in Serie A, only Juventus has u23, and they later let u[-] play in Serie C.

The first team of other teams is under the u19, and the lower echelons are also uneven. Giants like Juventus and Inter Milan, big clubs with money, are relatively complete. There are all age echelons over ten years old and football schools under ten years old.

But those small teams simply can't do it.

Let’s talk about the reserve team. It wasn’t until 2018 that Serie A officially started the reserve team league. The previous reserve team was almost those people who couldn’t play for the first team, who were too old to play for the youth team, and had no ball to play.

So in fact, the importance of Serie A is much higher than what Zhu Hantao thought.

"Damn, isn't that what the media is like. When you perform well, you start bragging, and you don't score a goal. You have a story! You are a player of Chinese descent, with yellow skin and black hair. Look at how many players there are in Italy, and you came to Turin from Juventus. There must be many people interested in you!"

"You're right. It's no wonder that my teammates' attitudes have changed. It's not because I've become famous. It's because I've gotten to know me a little better after reading my story. I'll still train hard and strive to perform hard in the competition. Those are all lies." Zhu Hantao shook his head speechlessly.

"Yes, I'm relieved by your attitude," Coach Piggino just came to look for Zhu Hantao and heard what he said, "Come with me."

Zhu Hantao obediently followed the coach to his office.

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