0 to 3, this is the final score between the Chinese team and the Spanish team.

After the game, the players from both sides were very friendly. Spain was indeed a big mountain at this time, and the Chinese team still couldn't climb over it.

Post-match press conference.

A question breaks the calm like a stone thrown into water.

"Hello, I am Li Xi from "Seoul Sports"."

Tang Zhenglong had a close relationship with Liang Zi in the Korean football circle, and he was basically their public enemy.

There is a saying in Korean football - fire prevention, theft prevention, and Tang Zhenglong prevention.

So when he heard that it was a Korean reporter, Tang Zhenglong was instinctively a little unhappy. However, this is an international A-level competition. It would be disrespectful to openly criticize reporters.

"Hello, what's your question?"

"There are rumors that the match between Brazil and China was a tacit match. What do you think?"

The Chinese reporters present glared at each other. What do you mean? When the Chinese team wins a game, it is called a tacit goal?

Tang Zhenglong smiled and said: "I think you are too polite. Your original intention was for the Chinese team to play match-fixing with Brazil, right?"

Li Xi blushed, she did mean that, but Asians want to save face.

"I didn't say match-fixing."

Tang Zhenglong waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's nothing. I know what you mean. Match-fixing is just match-fixing. There is nothing to hide."

"Then you mean to admit it?"

"No, I mean the Koreans said we were match-fixing, so I'm still a little nervous."

Some Chinese reporters were confused and asked: "Why?"

"Because Koreans are experts in match-fixing."

puff.

The whole crowd snickered.

"2002 World Cup, South Korea team..."

Tang Zhenglong didn't say any more. Li Xi had a dark face and scolded Tang Zhenglong a hundred times in his heart.

A Spanish reporter asked, "Don, what do you think of Spain's performance?"

"Spain is really strong now. They control the game with passing football. We have little chance. I think Spain will definitely be the favorite to win the World Cup next year."

"Some people say that the current Chinese team is Tang Zhenglong's team."

"Is this what that boy Han Peng said?"

puff.

Hahaha.

"Don't listen to his nonsense. The Chinese team is not my team alone. We rely on the whole team."

*****

"Brother Long, is this your home?"

"yes."

Han Peng looked at the big villa in front of him with envy in his heart.

"This is the treatment of a superstar."

"hey-hey."

"Go in, but no photos are allowed."

"Don't worry, I won't tell the media."

Once inside, Linda walked to the entrance.

"Who is this?"

"National team teammate."

"Hello."

"Hello."

If you don't understand the language, you will be unable to communicate.

While eating, Tang Zhenglong asked: "Are you really going to the German Second Division next?"

"Um."

"Why? You're crazy. Now the salary of domestic players is inflated, several times that of foreign players. If you go to the Bundesliga 2, your income will be reduced a lot."

Han Peng said with a smile: "The role of role models is endless. Without you, I would be happy to play football in China, but since I met you, my childhood football dream has been inspired."

“Isn’t it a little late to pursue your dreams now?”

"It's not too late! Haha!"

Tang Zhenglong patted Han Peng on the shoulder, "I'm familiar with the German side. If you need anything, just tell me and I will definitely help you."

"Um!!"

"By the way, Brother Long, why are there so many girls here?"

"It's a long story, in one sentence, charity."

"puff!!"

"Would you like me to join your charity?"

"Hahaha, what you think is beautiful!"

"By the way, I'll give you a reporter's phone number. Her name is Claudia and she's from "Kicker" and ask her to write a report for you."

"Thanks."

*****

Han Peng went to Cottbus, and one day later, Claudia called Tang Zhenglong.

"Tang Zhenglong, did you give my phone number to someone else?"

"Yes, he is my teammate, please help promote it."

"..."

"Do you think I'm Linda? Do you think I work at The Sun?"

"Why are you so angry!!"

"Let me tell you, that boy Han Peng works very hard. Although he cannot become the next Tang Zhenglong, he might become the next Shao Jiayi."

"..."

"By the way, I'm going to Madrid next week."

"what?"

"I want to report on the current situation of Real Madrid. I also need to interview some materials for the Champions League games. I am going to stay at your house."

"..."

"Won't your newspaper book a hotel for you?"

"There is a subsidy, but I think since you are in Madrid, there is no need to spend the money."

Tang Zhenglong was stunned!!

"Isn't this bad? What if there is a scandal?"

"Haha, your scandal?"

"You can search online. There are now 750 women in Europe who claim to have a relationship with you, and the number is still increasing."

"750? This is too overestimating my physical ability."

Claudia Khan is dead, why does this guy get the point wrong every time.

"Okay, it's settled, I'll help your teammate write a short essay, and I'll stay at your house next week."

"Okay, it's a deal."

Just as I hung up the phone, another call came in. It was an unknown number.

"Who are you?"

"Hello, I'm David."

"Wow, boss, how are you doing at Chelsea? Is it better than Everton?"

"..."

"I'm David Beckham."
To be continued...