Football: The immortal legend on the green field

Thorsden was on his way to the Haarlem Athletic Club in the Netherlands to prepare for an interview with Shen Bin. His current job is just an intern reporter for France Football.

Looking at the rain outside the window, Thorsdan cursed the damn weather and urged the taxi driver to drive faster. The interview time arranged by the Haarlem Athletic Club was approaching, and being late was not a good habit.

Thorsdan chuckled. He was looking forward to what Shen would say or do. This young Chinese man did not have the elegance and excessive modesty that Westerners inherently believed Chinese people should have. Instead, when faced with threats and unfriendliness, he behaved like a belligerent cock... This surprised the media. It was said that he had a bad relationship with Neeskens in the team.

When Thorsdan arrived at Haarlem Athletic Club, he saw two Chinese people hanging around the gate. From their attire, he knew they were in the same industry, and they were two Orientals. A sense of superiority spread in his heart. This sense of superiority did not come from the arrogance of Western white people, but from the newspaper "France Football" where he worked. No matter how big a star you are, or how much you hate the media, as long as you know that the person being interviewed is "France Football", you will try your best to cater to it.

Tosdan paid no attention to his two colleagues, and walked towards assistant coaches Martins and Shen Bin who had won the game with the photographer.

Li Yan felt that this was an opportunity. "Mr. Martins, didn't you say that Shen Bin didn't accept interviews? Why did you accept my colleagues but rejected us?"

Hearing Li Yan and the others shouting, Martins said straight to the point: "They are reporters from France Football. What qualifications do you have to be compared with them?"

After listening to Cheng Guo's translation, Li Yan was stunned: I didn't expect that this plan would fail before it was even started. Yes! Am I qualified to compare with others? No player can refuse the interview invitation of "France Football".

"So what? France Football is not Agence France-Presse. Does it have 15 million readers? It is just like us. It is a professional regional newspaper with great influence in Western Europe. Our Sports Weekly covers the mainland, Hong Kong, Macao and Southeast Asia, with a total population of billion. Does France Football have such a large coverage?"

"Sports Weekly" does have distribution agents in Southeast Asia, all of which entrust local Chinese colleagues to sell the magazines. As for sales, they are very few. Li Yan was very clever in talking about coverage rather than sales. This is obviously a substitution of concepts. Comparing one's own coverage with the other party's sales, isn't this a hooligan approach?

Martins glanced at Shen Bin and received an affirmative look from him, "You are very dishonest... Can you get an interview permit by using sophistry?" Martins stared at Li Yan. He already knew that this person was the real boss, and the one next to him was just a translator.

"Why?" Li Yan thought that the speech he prepared last night was not in vain. He cleared his throat and said, "I think the wishes of hundreds of millions of fans across China and the professional ethics of a football reporter are not enough? Chinese players play in the Dutch league. I think it is my responsibility as a football reporter to tell their news to the fans who care about them in China. And I think our interview will also help Chinese fans understand the Dutch league and bring more Chinese fans to your club..."

Martins interrupted him: "Hey, don't say that to me. I'm not an official of the Dutch Football Association. It's not my responsibility or obligation to increase support for the Dutch Football Association. Adding a few more Chinese fans to Haarlem will not have much impact on the team's results, nor will it help the team's promotion. If these are your only reasons, then I'm sorry, please..." He stretched out his hand to the door, a gesture to see the guest off.

Before Cheng Guo could translate this sentence to Li Yan, he saw Li Yan shouting loudly in Chinese: "Please wait, please wait! Mr. Martins! Please wait, I still have something to say. You can wait until you finish listening to what I have to say before sending us away!" He turned his head and said to Cheng Guo who was with him: "Quick! Translate it for him! Quick!"

Cheng Guo came back to his senses and quickly translated, fearing that if he translated too slowly he would be kicked out by Martins.

Martins listened to the translation and said: "Okay, go ahead and I'll listen."

After hearing Martins' reply, Li Yan breathed a sigh of relief and thought about how to organize his words.

"Well, I think I understand your concerns." After saying this, Li Yan asked Cheng Guo to translate first to see Martins' reaction.

After listening to this, Martins looked at Li Yan with interest and said, "Go on."

As if encouraged, Li Yan's voice became louder: "You don't want the media to have too much contact with Shen Bin because Shen Bin is going to play for that national football team in the future, and he is still hesitating!

You said you are not an official of the Dutch Football Association, and you have no responsibility or obligation to support the work of the Dutch Football Association, but you are a real Dutchman after all, and you are probably also concerned about whether Shen Bin has a preference for playing for the Dutch national team! As for the domestic reports on Shen Bin, Sky Sports has sent a subpoena to the New Gold News and some unscrupulous media people and network trolls through the European Court of Justice. Shen Bin has the right to know the truth, and the vast number of Chinese fans also have the right to know Shen Bin's attitude. There are still 4 years before the international transfer deadline stipulated by FIFA. Can you hide all the problems for four years?

Have you ever thought about this? Are all Chinese fans idiots? Shen Bin is definitely not one of them. Will they not know the truth in four years? There is no eternal secret in the world, and the same is true for football. "

Cheng Guo didn't translate directly, but touched Li Yan, reminding him that this was too rude. But Li Yan whispered, "Translate it as it is!" He figured it out. Even rabbits bite when they are angry. It's time for him to be a man for once!

After Cheng Guo finished translating, and before hearing what Mr. Martins had to say, Li Yan continued, "What's the second reason? I'm afraid they are worried that it will have a bad influence if they are exposed to the media too early. There are many examples of people losing themselves because of premature fame. There are always so many rising stars in every World Youth Championship, but how many of them can succeed in the end? Your worry is correct, and your intentions are good. But have you ever thought about it? If you don't take the young eagle to see the blue sky, how can it learn to fly? Flowers in a greenhouse can never withstand wind and rain, and chicks protected under the wings of a hen can never become eagles!"

After Li Yan finished speaking, he quietly looked at the old man in front of him, while his friend was translating the last few words for him. After Martins finished listening to the translation, he closed his eyes and remained silent for a while.

There was silence at the scene. Tosdan, who was standing aside eating melons, was arrogant at first and looked at his colleague from the East with a playful look, but now he has to admire the other's wit and language skills.

He had a similar idea to Martins. Perhaps the other party was not the low-level paparazzi from the tabloids as he had imagined, but a reporter from an influential newspaper, although his guess was not necessarily accurate.

Martins coughed lightly, and Li Yan turned his head and looked at him again.

"Your first guess is wrong, and your second one is not accurate either, but I'd still like to give you a chance to find out the truth. We don't have much time, so if Mr. Thorstein doesn't mind, your two families can do a joint interview today."

Martins looked at Thorstein.

Thorsdan spread his hands, "Absolutely."

China's "Sports Weekly" and "France Football" have different audiences and there is no competition between them. Perhaps their participation may bring unexpected gains. Based on the sharp words of his colleague from the East just now, Thorsdan is sure of this.

After listening to his friend's translation, Li Yan and his friend looked at each other and saw joy in each other's eyes: this old stubborn man finally surrendered!

Shen Bin had been watching the fight between Martins and Li Yan with a cold eye. When he saw that the result had come out, he stepped forward and shook hands with the four reporters from the two families. When it came to Li Yan, he asked, "What do you want to know?"

Li Yan said excitedly in English: "All!"

Deng Zhuoxiang was training with the reserve team at the training base when he heard the club's press officer Maria calling him.

After leaving the training ground and arriving at the interview site, I saw a foreigner asking the flashily dressed Shen Bin to pose in various positions for photos. Looking at Shen Bin's somewhat helpless expression, I chuckled, and then I saw two Orientals sitting on the sofa opposite me. No, to be exact, they were Chinese.

Seeing Shen Bin gradually losing his patience, Martins smiled apologetically to Tosdan: "I'm sorry, he has that kind of temper. He was like this the first time I met him. He puts all his energy into training and competition, and is a little resistant to other things. Don't take it to heart."

Martins gave a few instructions and left. There were still many things waiting for him to deal with.

On the long table, there were three footballs and eight jerseys. One was the red home jersey of Haarlem Athletic, and the other was the second away jersey, a yellow jersey. You could see the big number 6 on the jersey, indicating that the owner of the jersey was Shen Bin.

First, a news video was played. In the video, Neeskens confidently said, "Nowadays, in the world of football, football is showing a diversified trend. All countries are competing for excellent players and going all out. When the English and Germans performed in Asia in the 02 World Cup, we Dutch fans could only hide in a dark and damp cave like a bruised beast, silently adding to our wounds." (The Netherlands did not qualify for the 02 World Cup)

Although we played well in the qualifiers this time, we will be losers again in 06. Our midfield is composed of some engineering-type players, and the only one we can show off is Van Bommel, who still has a big gap in ability compared with other strong teams. But as long as Shen Bin joins, everything will be different. He is only 17 years old this year. You have all seen in the two FA Cup matches that Shen Bin's talent is unmatched by Van Bommel.

Although he has not yet met the conditions for naturalization, we must prepare for the rainy day. In 10, Dutch football will regain its dignity. Just wait and see."

At this time, a camera was facing Shen Bin, observing Shen Bin's reaction when he saw the video.

Shen Bin made a disgusted expression towards the camera, "This old rabbit is so funny."

"What?" Shen Bin spoke in Chinese. Tosdan didn't understand and asked.

"It's nothing. I mean, Mr. Neeskens has a very unique hairstyle. If I can't score a goal in the next game, I'll consider changing my hairstyle to be the same as his," said Shen Bin.

Tosdan was stunned for a moment and almost laughed. He turned around and looked at the frozen picture. The few strands of hair on the right side of Neskens passed over his forehead, with the ends of his hair tightly attached to the left side. He secretly gave Shen Bin a thumbs up.

The guy holding the camera was also amused by Shen Bin, and his fat body was shaking with laughter. Who said that the French lack a sense of humor? This is because they react quickly, Shen Bin thought to himself.

After the cameraman finished taking a group of photos, Tosdan and Li Yan gave way to each other for a while, and finally Li Yan asked the first question.

"I am Li Yan, a reporter from the domestic Sports Weekly, and this is my friend and translator Cheng Guo in the Netherlands." After a brief introduction, he got to the point.

Li Yan turned on his portable recorder and started recording, while Cheng Guo prepared paper and pen to take notes of their conversation.

The conversation between the two must be in Chinese, so Cheng Guo has to translate Chinese into English to facilitate Tosdan.

Shen Bin was very calm and said that it was Deng Zhuoxiang who was a little uneasy.

"Don't be nervous. Imagine it's like a conversation between three compatriots in a foreign country. It's very free. Just say whatever you think." Li Yan spread out his hands, signaling them to relax.

"Do you feel anything special when you score a goal while playing in the Netherlands? Excited, thrilled, or calm?"

Li Yan "carelessly" asked the first question.

Shen Bin was too disdainful to answer such a simple question, so he left the opportunity to Deng Zhuoxiang. "I am excited, a little excited. It is completely different here than in China. Playing football in China requires my mother to pay money to the club, but here it is just the other way around. Thanks to Brother Shen, who recommended me to Haarlem. You know, when I mailed my first weekly salary of 3,000 euros to my mother, my mother cried for a long time on the phone. She kept saying, "My son has grown up."

Shen Bin hurriedly interrupted Deng Zhuoxiang, "Don't write this paragraph. We still have competitions to return to China in the future! If you write it and report it, won't this kid cut off his chance of joining the national team?"

Deng Zhuoxiang then realized that he was suspected of complaining about the darkness of domestic youth training. As for the domestic football environment, it would not have any impact on those people. Instead, it would lead to boycott and retaliation from the entire industry. The thought of this made him feel scared.

He was not good at speaking to begin with, so he dared not speak casually.