Ball king grower

The reporters were all filled with indignation, as if they completely regarded themselves as loyal fans of Real Madrid.

A dirty picture emerged in their minds. For this, they felt ashamed, angry and incredible. They were even more incredible and sad at the insensitivity of Real Madrid players and coaches.

Even Ronaldinho, who was in a plummeting state, and Ozil, who was rumored to hang out in nightclubs, they didn't dare to do it openly, and they actually didn't abide by the team's discipline and didn't take it seriously.

Well, this is really incredible.

Ronaldinho was sold by Barcelona because of his nightclubs, and Ozil was sold to Arsenal because he was rumored to hang out in nightclubs. These two can be regarded as great stars. Even Lin Yu

If you are better than them, you can't use chicken feathers as an arrow. You have no regard for Real Madrid's organizational discipline. This is really too much.

In the eyes of these reporters, Lin Yu has now begun to degenerate. He has won all the trophies and championships that he should win. Whether it is collective honor or personal honor, he is the envy of the world. Is it true?

Because you have no pursuit, so you indulge yourself? So you don’t want to play football well?

The reporters made random guesses without carefully examining what kind of person Lin Yu was.

Since Lin Yu is still playing football, there is no possibility of him degenerating, not to mention that his goal has not been completed yet. It would be too early for him to degenerate like this.

I'm afraid these reporters don't know that Lin Yu's goal is to win the Champions League for five consecutive years, or even six consecutive championships.

…

When Zidane was about to board the bus and rush to the Bernabeu Stadium, he was surrounded by a group of reporters. They wanted to know what Lin Yu was doing.

"Excuse me, why did Lin Yu stay up all night?"

"Where did Lin Yu go this night?"

"Won't Lin Yu appear in today's game?"

"Lin Yu has seriously violated team discipline. Are you just going to ignore it?"

Zidane didn't want to offend reporters. He was different from Lin Yu. Lin Yu didn't care about these things, but he had to care.

So even though he was very unhappy with these reporters, he still bit the bullet and explained: "Lin Yu had something to do at home last night, so he asked me for leave. Don't think too much."

Zidane replied as he boarded the bus.

But the reporters were reluctant.

"What happened?"

"Or are you trying to protect him?"

"Even if there is something going on at home, but there is a game today, can it be anything bigger than the game?"

"Although the opponent is Getafe, we can't underestimate the enemy so much. It's not like Real Madrid has never encountered a situation where the ship capsized in the gutter."

Zidane was really impatient and said casually: "I have already answered what needs to be answered. Please don't delay us going to the stadium."

He got on and the bus started.

The reporters didn't get the answers they wanted, so naturally they refused to give in. They got into their cars one after another and chased the bus towards the Bernabeu Stadium.

They were lucky (or rather unlucky). As soon as they arrived at the Bernabeu Stadium, they saw Lin Yu waiting for his teammates at the entrance.

It seemed that Lin Yu was in good spirits and did not seem exhausted. However, the reporters who were not afraid of death still rushed forward and wanted Lin Yu to give a clear answer.

"Lin Yu! Mr. Lin Yu, what did you do last night?"

"As the captain, is it really okay for you to not abide by the team's discipline?"

"I heard from Zidane that something happened in your family. What is it? It can't be just an excuse!"

"Do you not take Getafe seriously at all? That's why you underestimate the enemy so much?"

"What if the team loses this time?"

"Even if you don't lose, once you are tied, you may give up your top spot in the standings. Do you think this is really okay?"

…

Lin Yu originally came to greet his teammates, but he was asked a lot of questions like machine guns by these reporters, which made him feel very bad.

He is not Zidane who cares about reporters' feelings. He has no human feelings at all when he speaks.

He glanced at the reporters coldly, and suddenly yelled: "Get the fuck out of here, it's none of your business where I went! This is just eating carrots and not worrying about anything, and being too busy to worry!"

"

The reporters were startled by his roar. Lin Yu took this opportunity to walk out and greet his teammates from the car.

The first one to come down was Cristiano Ronaldo.

"Is it really okay with you? I just heard you yelling at those reporters in the car?" the Portuguese superstar asked with some worry.

"It's okay, in my eyes, those people are almost like dung." Lin Yu said nonchalantly.

If it were a reporter reporting on serious matters, Lin Yu would still give him three points. But now these reporters are clearly here to make trouble. How can he give them any face? Even if he yells, he has not done it yet.

Even if someone's camera is dropped, it's fine.

Some brave reporters came over and shouted: "How are you going to explain to your teammates that you stayed up all night?"

Lin Yu was already a little unhappy, but when he heard these words now, he felt even more unhappy. He suddenly stared at the reporter, sneered and said, "It's best to start before I get angry."

Get out of here, you've pissed me off, I'll let you know what kind of person I, Lin Yu, am!"

The reporter was so frightened that he almost dropped the microphone in his hand.

Lin Yu ignored him and picked up his teammates one by one. This was a very warm little detail. After each teammate got off the car, he would gently pat the other teammate's shoulder or back with his hand. As the captain, he

, that’s what should be done.

The last one to get off the bus was Zidane.

Seeing Lin Yu, Zidane smiled and said, "It looks like you are still alive and kicking. That's good. Let's go in."

Lin Yu nodded. He didn't dare to say more. If he brought up the topic here, he didn't know how much speculation it would arouse.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, after all these years. Is there anyone who still doesn't understand my temper? Let me tell you, I will say what needs to be said, and you should stop fucking asking questions. It's really a mouse that ruined a pot of soup."

, I'm not in the mood for interviews today, please disperse."

He walked into the tunnel with Zidane.

The reporter who was so frightened that he almost dropped the microphone to the ground suddenly shouted hoarsely: "Him! He actually called me a rat! What kind of thing is he? Don't you know that he is here today? It's all because of us.

The result?"

Some reporters looked at this man with disdain. Is this a new guy or a recent graduate? Doesn't even Lin Yu understand?

Since his debut, Lin Yu has not relied on the media at all. At that time, many media jointly tried to block Lin Yu, but it was useless. Lin Yu's performance was so outstanding, even if the media did not report it. But on the Internet

Information travels just as fast.

On the contrary, those media were ridiculed as having no sense of news at all. In the end, it caused a sensation in the press and even angered Lin Yu's fans. That big incident cast a shadow in the hearts of many reporters.

Is Lin Yu mature now?

Stable?

Yes, the twenty-seven-year-old Lin Yu has indeed matured and stabilized. But his temper has not changed. If you really piss him off, he will still get angry. This is Lin Yu. A country is easy to change, and nature is easy to change.

It's hard to move.

…

Lin Yu was still a little unhappy when he entered the locker room.

Without any investigation, those reporters directly concluded that he had broken the team's discipline and went to a nightclub to hang out.

This is completely a kind of boss-like thinking. What he can't stand the most is being wronged, but the media does this repeatedly.

The uncrowned king?

In Lin Yu's eyes, it was nothing but bullshit.

Okay, aren't you saying that I stayed out all night, so my condition is not good, so it will affect the team's performance? That's good. The more you want me to perform poorly, the better I will perform. I want you to see

Look, what kind of person am I, Lin Yu?

Hit you?

scold you?

He's not interested, it's more fun to slap you in the face with his performance.

The hatred between reporters and Lin Yu has been with them from the beginning until now. He originally thought that these reporters had learned well, so he did not celebrate reporters in recent seasons, but he found that he was wrong

.

As the saying goes, dogs can't change their habit of eating shit. Once you indulge them, they will bite you in turn. Therefore, you must stick to it by slapping these people in the face every once in a while to make them calm down.

But how to get these reporters? Lin Yu sat there and thought for a while, then simply took off his upper body jersey, and then wrote two sentences on the lining, with the same meaning, except that one sentence was in Spanish and the other in Spanish.

Chinese.

After finishing writing, he put his clothes back on.

Hehe, I haven't gotten angry for a long time. You really think that I, Lin Yu, am easy to mess with. Let you bastards have a taste of my power today.

"Why are you giggling?" Royce asked from the side.

Royce, who has just recovered from injury, was finally placed on the substitute list today, and he can now cheer for his teammates on the court.

"Hehe, there will be something good to watch today, just wait and see." Lin Yu chuckled, suddenly full of momentum, and a solemn murderous aura filled the air, making Royce sitting beside him feel a chill.

"Who made the air conditioner temperature so low?" someone asked.

"The air conditioner is not on."

"Then why is it so cold?"

…

As Getafe's head coach, Luis Garcia came to Real Madrid's Santiago Bernabeu with the biggest goal of holding on to a draw in time.

But he never expected that his team would be shot while lying down, but they encountered a murderous Lin Yu.

This kind of Lin Yu is undoubtedly the most terrifying. He will treat this game as a battlefield, his opponent as his enemy, and himself as a warrior who is not afraid of death.

To be honest, Lin Yu really didn't take Getafe seriously, but in view of the consequences of underestimating the enemy in the past, he paid a little attention to it, but now, he doesn't even pay that little attention anymore.

A tiger meets a little sheep. If you insist that the little sheep threatens your life, who the hell will believe it?

Poor Getafe, they had no idea that they had become victims of the battle between Lin Yu and the media. At this moment, they were like weak human beings, standing in front of the hungry devil, facing that

With their mouths full of blood, what can they do?

Let alone Getafe, even Barcelona, ​​Atletico Madrid, Athletic Bilbao, and Valencia can only consider themselves unlucky when they encounter Lin Yu like today.

Lin Yu has rarely been so angry in recent seasons, and today, bored reporters were honored to open Pandora's box. Next, tragedy can only happen.

…

Originally, Getafe didn't have any decent stars. Facing Lin Yu, who was already going crazy, they simply didn't have the strength to parry.

Even if Getafe rents a superstar like Messi today, the result will be the same. In front of a possessed Lin Yu, everything is nothing.

"Lin Yu! Lin Yu broke into the penalty area. Now he is facing a double-team from two people. Can he catch the pass from his teammates?"

The commentator suddenly became excited, and the Real Madrid fans in the stands of the Bernabeu Stadium also became excited.

How will Lin Yu handle this ball?

It was Bell who passed the ball, but the ball was not very comfortable. Lin Yu could not hit it with his head, nor could he use normal movements to shoot. It could be said to be very awkward.

The ball passed behind Lin Yu, and the height was neither high nor low. This kind of ball was the most difficult to handle. He couldn't even volley. In addition, there were two more people clinging to Lin Yu. What could he do?

What to do? (To be continued...)