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Chapter 392 Kick another hundred times, and we will win(2/2)

"He's crazy?"

"Big head?"

The Korean player who had just returned to the player channel later only heard a terrifying scream, and didn't know what was going on...

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"Zheng Zhi, what's wrong with Datou?"

"he……"

"Oh..." Zheng Zhi kept shook his head, "I don't know what to say, you guys go and ask him yourself,"

It’s better not to tell me such an unlucky and evil thing by my aunt, otherwise Li Weifeng would be too embarrassed? It might become a huge shadow of his career. In the future, the opponent’s fans waved their sanitary napkins on the spot, and maybe Big Head would go crazy on the spot...

When I returned to the locker room, I didn't see Li Weifeng. I guess I was cleaning up in the bathroom. I guess Li Weifeng would not be able to come out without cleaning up my whole body. Everyone else was still chatting and celebrating outside and didn't go to take a shower at all. Victory made everyone very excited.

Soon, the leaders of the Football Association came to the locker room to congratulate the whole team and thanked everyone for their efforts. Zheng Zhi was also praised by name. Finally, the leader gave the National Olympic Team a half-day vacation and set the day of returning home tomorrow afternoon. In this way, everyone will have something to play tonight and tomorrow morning.

Zheng Zhi suddenly thought of Zhang Yuming. Didn’t this create an opportunity for Zhang Yuming? This guy can visit the female fans of Bangzi Country...

But soon Zhu Guanghu got into the corner.

"Zheng Zhi, did that ball go in?"

"Of course I scored, although we can see clearly, otherwise how could the referee be awarded a goal?"

“Uh~”

Zhu Guanghu was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Yes, yes, yes, it doesn't matter whether you see clearly or not. What is important is the referee's judgment, it's wonderful, it's so wonderful. When you and Horton attend the press conference, if a reporter asks this, you will answer this way, don't be sure or deny it, just say you didn't see clearly."

“This is very important.”

"Well, I understand, don't worry."

With such a so experienced experience, I can’t handle this? Zheng Zhi is very confident.

At this time, South Korea's Oshtin Mao was furious at the press conference.

"We lost to the referee in this game."

"This is a very abnormal game!"

"The referee's various penalty decisions are really unreasonable. The Chinese team did not score the first goal scored at all, but the referee arbitrarily determined that it was a goal. This misjudgment caused us to fall behind since the beginning."

"If we had not had this misjudgment, we would not have encountered this result today. It can be said that it was entirely because the referee's misjudgment ruined the game, and it might even destroy the future of the Korean Olympic Games. We must appeal and we request a rematch!"

Rematch?!

The reporters at the scene were in an uproar, and then they turned into warm applause, and reporters continued to support Xu Dingmao's remarks.

"Yes, we must appeal!"

"We can't be killed just like that. Our football in the Republic of Korea cannot be destroyed in the hands of this referee."

“We must appeal to Smithar!”

"All fans of the Republic of Korea support you Smida!"

"The referee on the scene collected money from the Chinese..."

A game that should have taken responsibility was successfully guided to attack the referee on duty under Xu Dingmao's remarks. Xu Dingmao's psychological warfare was a mess. Many reporters had prepared many questions to question Xu Dingmao but did not speak up, but instead began to give advice for the Korean Olympic Games.

"It is necessary, we cannot be humiliated like this. We are a country preparing for the World Cup, but we are insulted in football games..."

"We want to go to the Olympic Committee. If the Olympic Committee is not good, we will appeal to the AFC. If the AFC is not good, we will go to the World Football Federation. In short, we must seek justice!"

The entire press conference revolved around the controversial goal. Xu Dingmao finally got the right time to leave the scene. As soon as the 15-minute press conference arrived, he immediately left.

Of course, when it was Horton and Zheng Zhi's turn to appear at the press conference, the scene became even more chaotic. No one caught Horton, but Zheng Zhi was immediately surrounded.

"Zheng Zhi,"

"Talk about the first goal of the Chinese team. Do you think that goal was scored?"

Of course Zheng Zhi had prepared for a long time, and he shrugged.

"To be honest, I haven't seen it clearly myself. From my perspective, it's difficult for me to judge, but since the referee made a penalty, there should be his reasons, and there are linesmans, and the linemans should also see it clearly. I have never watched the game video, so although it was the goal I scored, I don't make a judgment."

"We are players, we are only responsible for playing football, and we obey any penalty from the referee."

"You are from the Chinese team, of course you said so? In fact, the referee is favoring you."

“Preferential?”

"Haha, what do you mean? Because of this goal? Because the Korean player received six yellow cards?" Zheng Zhi suddenly asked back.

"If I were the referee, the South Korean team would have at least ten yellow cards and four players were sent off. You can really play again with us by then. In my opinion, the Korean Olympic team is very lucky today. There are many fouls, and the referee will be open and show mercy."

"Yes, we're going to appeal for a rematch."

Zheng Zhi shrugged again, "This is your business, we are not interested."

"But even if you play a hundred times, we will win."

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Chapter completed!
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