six finger demon

Chapter 124 We Support Him (26008000)

"It's useless to cry until you bleed, it's better to keep your mouth shut for the rest of the spring!"

"Well said, well said!" Uncle Wang turned over a copy of "Huazhong Morning Post" and continued to read this submission.

After the Olympic draw with Malaysia, the Huazhong Morning Post called for articles from the general public to see how the National Olympic draw was received by the public.

A submission with the pseudonym "Kan Fengyun" was selected and published after being selected through layers of selection. The title of her submission was "Don't watch the Olympic Games, go to Chelsea".

"On March 3, the sun was just right. Someone told me that the peach blossoms had already bloomed."

"After that day, my boyfriend asked me: 'In addition to football, what other sports will China lose to Malaysia?'"

"After asking, he and I were silent."

"Four years ago, before Li Jinyu set off for the National Olympics, I wrote an article "Waiting to Return" with passion."

"Four years later, I have seen a lot of absurdity and farce, and I have only "speech"."

"Now, the clowns are free and the farce continues, and I still only have "speech"."

"When speeches are sorted and put in their own baskets, I have nothing more than that"

"I proposed to my boyfriend: 'Let's go to Chelsea!'"

"There is John Terry, Lampard, Duff, and Makelele. Of course, there is also that handsome young guy Tang Wu who can put all our hopes on him, and his quiet football with his flexible six fingers."

"'Well, I like Chelsea too,' said the boyfriend."

"We looked at each other and smiled, coincidentally."

"Of course, in addition to watching Chelsea, I also want to watch Peach Blossom this weekend."

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's really well written!" After reading the last word, Uncle Wang seemed to have drunk a cup of hot drink, and every pore of his body revealed pleasure.

What Olympic Games are you watching?What's so good about those stinky feet of the National Olympics?It's so worrying.

Why not go to Chelsea!
Even the little girl understands the truth, how can my old man be inferior?

However, what Uncle Wang didn’t know was that Li Jing, the author of this article, was riding on her boyfriend’s shoulders outside the gate of Wuhan Sports Center, waving her arms and shouting non-stop: “Tang Wu, Tang Wu! Let us in! We I want to see Tang Wu!!!"

The news of Tang Wu's return to China was instantly spread by the major media.

Now that mobile phones have gradually become popular, sending a text message is basically a matter of 1 minute.

After the morning papers, the major newspapers stepped up to print a batch of morning paper supplements that specifically reported on Tang Wu and the National Olympics, and sent them to various stalls.

The website is very easy, such as Jiulang, when you log in to any related web page of Jiulang, a pop-up window will pop up.

Through the pop-up window, netizens will click on the news about Tang Wu's return to China.

Under the scrambling coverage of major media across the country, even the children who were doing exercises after class after the second period knew the news.

"A Strange Man Appears in Wuhan Sports Center, You Wouldn't Think It Was Him"

"A 20-year-old young man is so impulsive, the reason why he lost his mind"

"A lot of eyeballs and haven't given up on the Olympic Games yet?Invite the Olympic Savior from Abroad"

When people checked the printed news with all kinds of curiosity, they suddenly discovered a fact: Tang Wu is really back!
Why is Tang Wu coming back?

Does it make sense to come back at this time?

Did Tang Wu and the Football Association reach some ulterior secret?

Huang Jianxiang, who had just arrived in Taili, hadn't swallowed the steamed bun when Zhan Jun excitedly came to him with a newspaper he just bought.

"Brother Huang, look quickly, Tang Wu has returned home!"

"Going back to China? What is he doing here? Traveling?" Huang Jianxiang thought that Zhan Jun was joking, and he didn't care.

"No, Shen Xiangfu went to London in person yesterday and invited Tang Wu back!" Zhan Jun covered Huang Jianxiang's soybean milk with a newspaper.

"What? You didn't lie to me?" Huang Jianxiang didn't even bother to eat breakfast, so he quickly opened the newspaper and read it carefully.

After a while, Huang Jianxiang showed an incredible expression. "Is he really back? He's really back? Why are you coming back at this time? Isn't he a prickly eye cupping, looking for death?!"

"That's right, Brother Huang, I don't believe Tang Wu can't see the current situation. Do you think the Football Association is doing something secretly?"

"Small moves? What small moves can you make?" Huang Jianxiang slapped the newspaper on the table. "Even if the Football Association makes a small move, can he do it? Will he dare to do it?"

"Don't forget, Tang Wu is not yet 20 years old this year, and he has never played for a national team. That is to say, if Tang Wu wants, he can change to British nationality at any time and play for the Three Lions!"

"How dare the Football Association threaten him? What kind of threats? Take his parents? How many years has it been since the reform and opening up, and the Football Association is not a bandit!"

Huang Jianxiang didn't even bother to eat breakfast, and walked around the room like a headless fly.

"No, Xiao Zhan, I have to go to Wuhan. Before it's too late, I can't let the National Olympics ruin Tang Wu. I'll go to Taili to ask for leave now."

"Okay Brother Huang, I'll help you talk to Taili."

Looking at the back of Huang Jianxiang leaving in a hurry, Zhan Jun shook his head and sighed.

"Although the Football Association is not a bandit, it is more dangerous than a bandit. It eats people and leaves no scum."

In the past few days, as many people saw Tang Wu at the gate of the stadium, the news of Tang Wu's return to China was also confirmed.

"Oh, I really misunderstood Tang Wu before!" A middle-aged man with glasses and a Mediterranean hairstyle sighed at the gate of Wuhan Sports Center.

"At first I thought Tang Wu was just a brat who didn't care about other things for his own future, but now who would have thought that he would give up such an important game and return home. This, this. See people's hearts!"

"What do you think he wants to come back? To qualify for the Olympics? Or what?"

"It's fine if we won the first two games, but you said he's coming back at this time to gain qualifications and get some extra money."

"But now the Olympic players are looking for opportunities to run away. Is he coming back at this time for money? Is it for fame?"

"I don't think so! He came back to help and save the Olympic Games!"

"Don't worry about whether he can do it or not, with this kind of heart, the football association's bastards are not as good as him!"

What the uncle said was not enough, he stretched out his thumbs and gestured in front of the screen, "Tang Wu is this now!"

After praising Tang Wu, the uncle sighed again.

"The hearts of the young people in the National Olympics are too impetuous. They were fine when they were in the junior team. Now they buy houses and cars as soon as they make some money, and they can't even play well. They don't look like football players."

"To be honest, through this qualifier, I can tell. Who is Yue Fei and who is Qin Hui?"

"From today, I am a fan of Tang Wu. No matter where he plays for or which team, I will become his unswerving supporter!"

"Tang Wu, Tang Wu, Tang Wu, Tang Wu!" Before the uncle finished speaking, a parade passed by shouting slogans, and the voice was loud.

These fans want to meet Tang Wu in this way, even if they can't meet each other, they still have to use their own way to cheer Tang Wu.

Inside the fence of the sports center, a small security guard whispered: "Boss, it's not a problem for these fans to make trouble like this every day. Shall we talk to the leaders and suggest that the National Olympics hold a press conference or something so that the fans and Don Wu Jian meet?"

"QTMD meeting!" The security captain slapped the little security guard on the head, "What are you doing? Dare to tell the leaders this?"

"Tell you, now that the National Olympics is training, even the king of heaven, I won't let you in!"

"What's more, if something happens with South Korea and the secret is leaked, who will be responsible for it? Is it you or me?"

"Tang Wu came back from the UK all the way to advance with the National Olympics. We can't get rid of his hind legs at this time, do you understand?"

"I know, I know!" The little security guard nodded repeatedly.

Seeing the "teachable" look of his subordinates, the security captain glanced around, leaned down and said quietly: "One more thing, we can see Tang Wu now, don't you think this is an advantage?"

"Last night when I was on shift, I went to the sidelines to take a photo of Tang Wu from a long distance away. My son was so excited when I got home. If you want to take a photo, Lao Zhao has a rental Polaroid, and it costs 100 yuan a piece. , without a counter-offer.”

"But this photo can only be seen at home. We have records of who took which photo. If anyone is caught and sold to a reporter, he will spend his next life in a hospital bed, understand?"

"Understood, I understand!" The little security guard looked excited, "Brother Bao, I will never share the photo, and I will take it to ask Tang Wu for an autograph!"

(End of this chapter)