Legendary Road

Benito and many other reporters from various countries crowded in front of the gate of the Westfalenstadion. Inter Milan's players had just finished their adaptation training, and it was Dortmund's turn soon.

A yellow and black bus drove up in the distance. The reporters squeezed me and pushed you, staring at the players and coaches who were about to get off the bus.

The first to get off the bus was Suarez who joined Dortmund this season. Although he was wearing a neat suit, his simple and honest face made him look honest.

This kind of rookie is the easiest to say without thinking.Benito twisted his hips to drive away the reporters behind him, and then cheekily used his arms to push away the reporters in front.Under the angry stares of the reporters in front of him, he squeezed to the front row with his rich experience and pointed the recording pen in his hand at Suarez who happened to pass by him.

Gazzetta dello Sport has always been a golden signboard.Before interviewing players and coaches, Benito always reported his family background, implying that the interviewee in front of him "you have to respect me", otherwise people all over Italy will read negative news about you.Some players have high emotional intelligence and are willing to cooperate, and he will be merciful when he submits the manuscript. If those players who don't have a brain make him unhappy... Hehe, their uncrowned kings have never lost.

Thinking so, Benito asked the question before the others spoke.

"Mr. Suarez, I am a reporter from Gazzetta dello Sport! I would like to ask you..."

Suarez heard his voice and turned to look at Benito.However, to Benito's surprise, Suarez touched the back of his head and smiled awkwardly at him before he could ask the sharp question. gone.

what's the situation?Benito thought for a moment.Ah, yes, maybe it's because he can't understand English... Uruguayan.

He watched the other Dortmund players getting out of the car one after another, and without thinking too much, he squeezed over to find the next target. This time he spotted the carefree Coentraang.

"Mr. Coentrao, I am a reporter from Gazzetta dello Sport. Regarding the starting lineup for tomorrow's game..."

What?Someone actually interviewed me?

Coentrao, who hadn't been interviewed by the media much until now, was very happy. He was about to answer, but when he heard the words "Gazzetta dello Sport", he looked up vigilantly and found that the guy in front of him was Yan Jing showed them Benito.

Damn, it's almost over!I don't want to go back to the reserve team!

Coentrao, who had lingering fear in his heart, thanked himself for his wit. He quickly shook his head like a rattle, and then slipped away from under Benito's nose as if fleeing.

Do they really not understand?Dortmund's players passed by Benito one by one. He didn't have time to think about this issue carefully. If this failed, he immediately attacked the next target.

"Mr. Silva, I'm a reporter from Gazzetta dello Sport. Your red card at Meazza last time..."

"Sebastian, talk about your relationship with Inter Milan..."

"Odon Cole, you will still appear in this game..."

Benito worked relentlessly for the best position, trying to ask a few questions with a good attitude.However, for some reason, the Dortmund players turned their heads and ran away when they saw him as if they had seen a plague god. Even Dortmund's always steady captain Metzelder avoided him.

What does it mean?Forget about South Americans like Suarez and Silva. Metzelder and Odon Kerr clearly knew English when they were in Meazza last time.

Holding the recording pen that didn't record anything, Benito looked up and found that the players who ignored him just now were talking happily with other reporters, and he could only watch helplessly.

What went wrong?

Benito was in a daze, and the moment Yan Jing walked past him, he quickly reacted and turned around 180 degrees deftly like a gymnast to block Yan Jing.He stared at Yan Jing, for fear that Yan Jing would run away if he didn't pay attention.

"Mr. Yan Jing, can you reveal the starting lineup for tomorrow's game?"

Yan Jing left without raising his foot, he had deliberately walked at the end to watch the play.Just now he saw that his fellows didn't give Benito any face at all, and when he heard Benito's question, he pretended to be kind and smiled.

"Sorry, I didn't catch you. Could you say that again?"

Benito saw that there seemed to be a joke, and hurriedly repeated his question.

"I hope you can reveal a little bit about Dortmund's starting lineup for tomorrow."

After Benito finished speaking, Yan Jingzhi showed hesitation on the ground, rubbing his chin with two fingers, as if considering whether to answer this question.

Most of the players in front had already walked into the gate of the Westfalenstadion, and the rest of the reporters saw that Yan Jing was still outside, and surrounded them with cameras and SLRs.

Benito also seemed to enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by the camera, he stood there patiently waiting for Yan Jing to speak.

Seeing that everyone's focus was on him, Yan Jing calmly took out a pen and a piece of paper from his suit trousers pocket.He unscrewed the cap of the pen, and the pen nib slid across the white paper smoothly.A few seconds later, under Benito's expectant eyes, Yan Jing folded the paper in half and handed it to him.

Afraid of being snatched away by others, Benito snatched it from Yan Jing's hand with a snap, and opened the paper folded in half expectantly, but there was only a string of numbers that looked like a phone number written on the paper.

The reporters who saw the contents of the paper were as confused as Benito.what?Did you reveal that you still play puzzle games as a starter?

Receiving Benito's suspicious look, Yan Jing explained "kindly": "This is the phone number of an English cram school. I really don't understand what you are saying. I suggest you correct your accent. Come out to work again."

Benito's complexion instantly became ugly, but Yan Jing didn't give him a chance to speak again, turned around and pushed the reporter away in front of him, very chic.

A bunch of Benito's colleagues witnessed this moment with their own eyes, which made Benito feel ashamed.In addition, he understood why the players refused to accept his interview.

The whole fucking was ordered by this damn Chinese!

Benito threw away the piece of paper angrily, walked quickly out of the crowd under the eyes of his peers watching jokes, but accidentally collided with a passerby, and fell to the ground.

Do you have eyes? !

He raised his head painfully and was about to swear, when he found that sitting on the ground like him was a beautiful boy with fluffy blond hair.The white shirt with the skull printed on the beautiful boy was stained with dust, a pair of watery blue eyes stared at him misty, his white teeth bit his rosy lower lip, and he looked aggrieved, as if Benito had done something to him. What an outrageous thing.

Could it be that I bumped into him...?The anger in Benito's heart suddenly found no place to vent.Benito patted his butt angrily and stood up, spitting on the ground, completely oblivious to the disappearance of the press card he had in his pocket.

You can have fun now, the press conference later must look good on you!

Westfalen has always been their home court, and Yan Jing has the final say on the softness of the turf. Dortmund's players don't need much adaptation.The hard training has been completed before, and the training Yan Jing arranged for them is relatively easy.

The players were surprised why Yan Jing appeared on the court a few minutes later than usual. Yan Jing stood on the sidelines with a smile and did not answer, urging them to continue to warm up.

After warming up, Yan Jing straightened his collar and took Metzelder back to the press conference room to prepare for the pre-match press conference.Before the reporter came in much, he arrived at the venue early, moved the chair on the coach's seat of the home team, sat down and watched calmly.

As time passed, Mancini also took Adriano to his seat, and the reporters who were due to arrive were gradually in place, but at this moment, an angry question suddenly came from outside the door.

"Why don't you let me in? I'm a reporter from Gazzetta dello Sport!"

Hey, the main character is here.Yan Jing rolled his eyes at the nearby staff, and they immediately acted knowingly.

The reporters who came didn't fill all the seats, so there were still some vacant seats, and the staff began to move the extra chairs away quickly.In the end, they moved back a chair and asked the reporter next to him to move it and put the chair in a good position in the first row.The reporters in the arena couldn't understand which show was being played now.

Benito outside the door felt that his luck was really bad today. First, he was played by Yan Jing for a while, and then he lost his press card at some point, and he didn't find out until he was about to enter the press conference room.Without a certificate, the security outside the hall stopped him and said he would not be allowed in.The two security guards had strong physiques and cold eyes, which made Benito, who was about to get angry and scold others, hold back his words abruptly, and explained to them in a nice way, but the two killing gods still seemed to have not heard them.

Fortunately, at this time, a beautiful chick came out from the hall to help him out. She seemed to be a staff member of Dortmund.She identified him and asked him to hurry in, and the press conference began immediately.

Only then did Benito calm down a little bit of anger, deliberately let out a cold snort for the security guards, and then strode into the release hall proudly.

Since the other reporters were already in place, coupled with the commotion just now, everyone present looked at Benito who was late.

Looking around, it seemed that there were no more vacancies, and Bertoni stood in the empty space at the back of the hall, looking for his seat awkwardly.In the end, Bertoni was surprised to find that there was an empty space in the middle of the first row, and he walked over quickly.

The reporters in the arena looked at the chair replaced by Yan Jing, and seemed to realize something, but out of the mentality of media people who hoped that the bigger the excitement, the better, no one reminded Benito that there might be fraud.

Benito walked to the chair and breathed a sigh of relief. He bent down to sit down and looked up habitually, but saw Yan Jing's half-smile face staring at him.Benito's first reaction was "It's a pity that this person is not going to be a model", and then he remembered what happened outside the Westfalenstadion.

Wait, it seems a little strange...

Benito realized that something was wrong, but his butt had already touched the seat.

Then there was a bang, and Benito's buttocks took a French kiss with the ground along with the broken chair leg.

Yan Jing, who knew the truth on stage, could still control his smile with his superb acting skills, but others couldn't.A female reporter next to Benito was the first to laugh out loud, followed by other reporters who were trying to hold back their laughter. Even Mancini and Adriano also laughed out loud.

It would be unnatural not to smile at this time, Yan Jing squinted his eyes and looked at the embarrassing Benito, smiling like a spring.

I heard you think I'm a bully?

The author has something to say: for today, strength bullies reporters.

Since my computer freezes as soon as I reach the reply comment page, I will not reply to the comments of the last two days one by one.

Thank you for throwing Bawang tickets and cheering for me. I was hit so hard yesterday that I didn’t recover, so I became hypocritical.

Get back to being positive today!

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Speaking of Ke Sheng, he is a truly unparalleled man, with outstanding looks, a smooth career, all kinds of face blows, three consecutive Champions League titles, and three Golden Balls.After becoming a coach, he made a brilliant start for Barcelona. All kinds of comments "Football is more beautiful because of him", the Dutch royal family dispatched the queen photographer to shoot a TV series for him, there are only four episodes, no subtitles but I have finished watching (...)

Seemingly know-it-all, extremely proud but naturally childish contrast cute, and claustrophobic.Good taste, I like Beatles music as much as I do, and I love watching The Godfather movies, and I even wrote a song and released it myself.He has raised various animals, and the funniest one is that he was tricked by his friends in Barcelona to invest in a pig farm and lost millions.

Forcibly ignoring the sponsors of the national team to change Puma on their own, the national team will not return if they say no, all kinds of famous sentences, and the referee who is obviously partial to the opponent is also the referee admitting defeat.It was raining and someone held an umbrella for him.

But the uncrowned king of the Dutch team made him feel a little tragic hero.

Another dumbfounding thing is that after Ajax won the Champions League for the third time, they were not selected as the captain and left Barcelona in a fit of anger.

There is no need to talk about the friendship between Beckenbauer and him, and behind him there is Neeskens, who is called "the shadow of Cruyff", from Ajax to Barcelona and then to the American Major Leagues. It is a loyal dog who comes at a call and calmly attacks.

There are many, many more... If his story is written as a novel, I am afraid it will be more refreshing than the plots in all novels 23333