When Hu Lai walked toward the mixed zone from a distance with a football in one hand and the best trophy in the other, the reporters waiting there couldn't wait to greet him warmly.
It looked like he was about to ask Hu Lai: "Brother, do you want to take the car?" "Brother, do you want to stay in the hotel?" "Brother, do you want a plate?"
Although Hulay accepted an interview immediately after the game, it was only an interview with the official World Cup media.
The mixed zone is where all reporters can interview Hu Lai.
Chen Xingyi, who had already walked through the mixed zone, saw this and suddenly turned back and ran back. He ran to Hu Lai and then covered his mouth and said to him: "Ignore them, they want to ask you about the handball against Lao Wang."
What do you think of the foul..."
"How do you know?" Hu Lai asked doubtfully.
"They asked me this question just now, but I ignored them..."
Hu Lai nodded, as if suddenly enlightened: "Oh..."
Then he stood down in front of reporters in the mixed zone.
"..." When Chen Xingyi saw this scene, he almost uttered a curse word, but when he saw the densely packed cameras and microphones present, he could only hold his words in his heart:
Hold!
He was too embarrassed to just leave Hu Lai and go alone...
I could only stand by and accompany Hu Lai.
Chinese and foreign reporters were also very happy to see Hu Lai's cooperation.
Chinese reporters naturally want to ask some normal questions, such as what is it like to complete a hat trick in the quarter-finals? How do you feel now that you have completed a hat trick in two consecutive World Cups? Regarding the last zero-angle goal,
How was he thinking about shooting that way?
But before they could speak, a British voice asked a question in English:
"Hu, do you also think that the handball foul committed by our central defender at the end of the game was immoral?"
The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became more enthusiastic.
A Chinese reporter angrily shouted: "You have no right to ask questions like that!"
"This is so rude!"
"Ignore him, Hu Lai!"
"Take off your rose-tinted glasses, Brits!"
Chen Xingyi didn't show any expression behind him, but curled his lips in his heart - that's what happened just now.
Before he could stop, a British reporter couldn't wait to ask him this question, and then the Chinese reporter retorted.
He realized that this was a nuisance, so he walked directly through the mixed zone without stopping. Anyway, reporters can't force any player to be interviewed in the mixed zone.
Now he looked at the British reporter who asked the question - he was easily recognized. He was glared at by a group of Chinese reporters. The focus of everyone's attention was the British reporter. His thin yellow hair covered his scalp tenaciously, like a hair on a stone.
A layer of yellow lichen.
He is not the same British reporter who asked him the question just now. It can be seen that all the British reporters here are very concerned about this issue.
The Chinese reporters glared at him, and he looked at Hu Lai. Not only him, but other British reporters also looked at Hu Lai.
In front of everyone, Hu Lai smiled slightly and asked: "Why do you think so?"
The opponent was stunned for a moment, and then explained: "Because his intentional handball prevented England from scoring a goal..."
Hu Lai waved his hand to him, indicating that he should not explain: "I mean, why do you think I think that foul is immoral?"
"Eh?"
"I'm Chinese. Why do I think that's immoral?" Hu Lai pointed at himself and said to the opponent, "The Kings just did what a Chinese player would do. If it were me in his position,
I will reach out my hand without hesitation."
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In the live TV broadcast in the locker room, Wang Guangwei knew that everyone was coming back when he saw players from both sides passing through the mixed zone one after another.
So he quickly collected his emotions and practiced grinning several times.
Then he greeted his returning teammates with this expression.
Through a door, he could already hear the excited discussions of his teammates outside.
The corners of his mouth curled up a little more - this time he was really happy from the bottom of his heart.
In any case, we did eliminate England and entered the quarterfinals.
For this result, all the costs paid are worth it.
After Wang Guangwei had done a good job of inner construction and expression management, when those who pushed in the door saw their captain sitting alone in the locker room with a smile, their emotions were interrupted.
The players who were chatting and laughing at first, saw Wang Guangwei, the smiles on their faces disappeared, they stopped talking, and tried their best to walk into the locker room calmly.
Wang Guangwei frowned and asked, "What are you doing? We lost?"
"No, no, no..." Everyone shook their heads and waved their hands.
"We won, we advanced to the quarterfinals, the Kings..."
"Isn't that very happy? Why do everyone's faces drop when they come in?" Wang Guangwei asked, showing off the captain's style.
I have to say that in this World Cup, his sense of captaincy has become stronger and stronger.
Now he no longer doubts whether he can be the captain of the national team.
Xia Xiaoyu said: "We have entered the quarterfinals, but you, Team King..."
Gao Ruimin also blamed himself and said: "It would be great if I had touched that ball. I should have jumped higher!"
When Pete Williams shot, a total of two players in front of the Chinese team stretched out their hands. Except for Wang Guangwei, who succeeded in the end, many people may have overlooked that before Wang Guangwei, Gao Ruimin also jumped up.
He raised his arms and tried to interfere with the football with his hands.
As Hu Lai said, this is what any Chinese team player would do, but Wang Guangwei happened to be in that position at the time.
"If I were sent off and I was sent off, I would be sent off. Anyway, I am a substitute and it will not affect the next game... But if you are sent off, Team Kings, it will have a huge impact on us..."
When Gao Ruimin said this, everyone in the locker room nodded in agreement.
"It's so fucking trivial!"
But Wang Guangwei interrupted Gao Ruimin's words with foul language, and then he said with a serious expression: "Is it because of me alone that we can enter the quarterfinals? If Lin Zhiyuan didn't save the penalty kick, my foul would be meaningless. If
Without Cai Shuyi blocking the shot hole in the penalty area, we might have fallen behind before Hu Lai made the final shot..."
Cai Shuyi, who was named and praised, lowered his head. He felt ashamed because he was just repaying the debt in the second half.
According to the logic of the Kings, if they had not hesitated in front of the goal, the England team would not have been able to score the third goal. Then the goal that Luo Kai assisted Hu Lai to score became the Chinese team's final goal. How could it be possible?
Will there be a situation that ultimately requires the Kings to commit a handball foul?
"... We are a unit. Winning is everyone's credit, and losing is definitely everyone's responsibility. We only conceded two goals in the group stage, and our defensive performance was considered not as good as the experts said.
Hips, could it be that I defended the opponent's attacks by myself?"
Wang Guangwei asked everyone.
In the group stage, the Chinese team's defensive performance was remarkable, conceding two goals, one of which was a penalty kick.
It is inconsistent with the impression that everyone generally believed before the game that "the Chinese team is strong offensively and weak defensively".
"Just like Hu Lai, he completed a hat trick in the game, but for most of the game, he was not very active. Can he score three goals all by his own ability?"
Having said this, Wang Guangwei looked at Hu Lai, who had just walked into the locker room with Chen Xingyi: "If it weren't for all of us to defend England's offense, hit the football up, involve movement, create space for you, and finally get the ball
Pass it to you, can you score a goal, Hu Lai?"
Hu Lai shook his head: "Of course it won't work, even if Meili comes."
"Yes." Wang Guangwei nodded, "We are a whole. Without this whole, any individual is just a fart! It's useless! No matter how powerful Hu Lai is, he still has to rely on us. I'm not as powerful as Hu Lai.
Why does the Chinese team's defense rely on me alone? In the next quarter-finals, we can't defend without us? Defense is about discipline and tactics, relying on the whole team and never engaging in individual heroism.
That kind of thing. Without me, Xiaoqi, and Mao Dui, there will always be someone who can replace me. I am not the indispensable person."
Wang Guangwei waved his arms, almost lecturing.
"You have to have confidence in yourself and the teammates around you! It's not bad news that I can't play, and the sky won't fall!"
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At the post-match press conference, British reporters asked Chinese team coach Jorge Dillon what he thought of Wang Guangwei's foul.
Dillon shrugged and showed a disdainful smile: "Wang deliberately committed a handball foul and was sent off directly with a red card. He will be suspended in the next game. At the same time, we were also awarded a penalty kick. Whether it was him personally or the team,
They have all been punished. I don’t know how controversial this matter can be?”
The British reporter who asked the question further asked: "Isn't it unseemly to rely on such a controversial penalty to win the game?"
As soon as this statement came out, the press conference once again caused an uproar.
The Chinese reporters glared at each other, but the other party only stared at Dillon and did not care about the gazes of the Chinese reporters.
Dillon, who was being watched, was not angry when he heard this. Instead, he burst into laughter.
His smile was a little exaggerated because he slapped the table...
So much so that even the Chinese reporters who originally glared at the British reporters also cast surprised glances.
In front of everyone, Dillon, who had had enough laughter, finally stopped laughing, but he still wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hands. These tears proved that he was not acting awkwardly, but was really amused.
He still had a bright smile on his face and shook his head repeatedly: "Winning is not honorable?"
When asked this question, Dillon still couldn't help laughing.
"You guys have a penalty kick. As long as you can kick it in, isn't it a sure win? You didn't kick it in, so what does that have to do with us?" Dillon said to the British reporter in a joking tone, and added
He spread his hands and shrugged.
"As long as you can kick the penalty kick, you can beat us very honorably. But you can't, so if you say it's not honorable, it's because you are not honorable. What you should consider is that you lost the game in such an honorable manner and were defeated.
How will we face those disappointed fans when we are eliminated and go home? Haha."
He looked at the dumbfounded and blushing British reporter with contempt in his eyes.