Football: Messi, I am your wallbreaker!

Chapter 61 Hotel?

"Substitute to waste time! Once you're on the field, you don't need to do anything, just keep possession of the ball!"

The old man turned his head, his gaze returning to the field, watching Li Jing slowly put on his dirty jersey.

Simone's mouth stretched to his ears in a wide grin, and his teeth were grinding together.

"I fucking love this kid!"

"Whoosh!"

Sidelines.

The fourth official expressionlessly raised the electronic substitution board with red lettering in his hand.

Simone stopped yelling and instead put his hands in his black trouser pockets in an extremely pretentious manner.

Beyond the glaring white line beside him.

Falcao, Miranda, and Gabi, who had been sitting on the bench all game, all ripped off their fluorescent yellow vests.

The electronic display board flashed, and red numbers began to jump.

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Substitutes: #7 Asadi, #6 Koke.

And, number 13.

Inside the venue.

Li Jing stood on the court near the center circle.

Hearing the commotion on the sidelines, he slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the conspicuous electronic board.

His chest was still heaving like a bellows from the intense thrusting.

He was panting heavily.

Surprisingly, the home fans did not boo when Li Jing left the field.

Only the purest, tsunami-like, frenzied applause remained, pouring down wildly from that corner.

"Clap clap clap clap!"

The echoes of the entire stadium seemed to be completely taken over by the slow, retreating footsteps at that moment.

Walk to the sideline.

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Li Jing gave Gabi a high five as he prepared to go on stage.

Gabi lowered his voice: "Go get some rest, brother. Leave the rest to us."

Simone strode over to greet him.

The old Argentinian man didn't utter any mushy compliments at all.

He pulled a clean, long black coat, custom-made by the club, directly from under his arm and handed it over.

Then he patted Li Jing's back with a look of doting affection.

Li Jing reached out and took it.

He didn't wear sleeves, but casually draped the cloth over his broad back, which was covered in mud and sweat.

He grabbed the edge of his collar with one hand and strode toward the bench.

With key players like Falcao and Miranda in top form making their debut.

Osasuna, already physically exhausted, faced their most desperate last few minutes of fighting.

Atletico Madrid had no intention of attacking again.

Falcao actually learned something from Li Jing during the friendly match against Real Madrid a few days ago.

He turned the corner flag area into his personal stage.

He and Miranda shielded the ball, repeatedly passing it around and positioning themselves near the sideline in a very slick manner.

Osasuna's players were so desperate that they pushed and kicked, only to be met with fouls from the referee.

The final ten seconds of stoppage time.

The outcome is decided.

The referee pulled the metal whistle from his breast pocket, put it in his mouth, and puffed out his cheeks.

"Beep—beep—whoosh!"

Three sharp, piercing whistles ripped through the night sky over Pamplona.

The match has officially ended.

The blood-red number on the scoreboard remained fixed at 2:0.

The instant the whistle fell.

The Atlético Madrid substitutes on the bench, all wearing jackets, were extremely excited.

One by one, they sprang from the plastic benches, each silently waving their fists.

Although this match may be insignificant in the long run of the league.

But it was of great significance to them!

It not only brought them a long-lost sense of participation in victory.

This has genuinely increased their chances of playing time in the future!

He has a chance to be part of Simeone's rotation!

And all of this is because of Li Jing!

at the same time.

The editorial offices of major sports newspapers in Madrid, and the backstage of sports broadcasts throughout Spain.

All the media personnel, upon seeing the final score, collectively crashed.

The editor-in-chief of AS was looking at the copy of the first issue list in his hand, not even noticing the coffee liqueur on the table.

"Atletico Madrid won again?"

"Didn't they bring on their starters in the 75th minute?"

"Wow, their bench depth is that deep?"

They all came to a reliable conclusion.

Atletico Madrid, who were on the verge of relegation at the beginning of the season.

Within this month.

They managed to achieve an incredibly crazy and unbelievable three-game winning streak!

We now have 36 points, placing us sixth in the league!

The away team's locker room.

The door was pushed open with a loud bang!

That kick was exceptionally powerful!

Because this isn't even their own locker room!

The players, covered in mud and water, surged in like victorious bandits, shouting and shirtless.

The smell of sweat and the stench of grass instantly filled the small space.

On the rusty metal table in the very center of the locker room.

Two large boxes of chilled beer in glass bottles, donated by sponsors, were neatly arranged, with a thick layer of white frost clinging to the bottle walls.

Li Jing walked to his wardrobe.

He had just taken off his black coat and tossed it onto the chair.

He casually reached into the first-aid kit on top of the cabinet, pulled out a pair of silver medical scissors, bent down, and aimed them at the shin guard bandage on his left leg, which was completely blackened by mud.

"Click, click."

The scissors struggled to cut through the soaked bandage.

Then Li Jing tossed him aside.

Goalkeeper Courtois was so excited he couldn't contain himself.

The tall Belgian man didn't even take off his goalkeeper gloves before striding straight to the metal table.

Two large hands were plunged directly into the ice water bucket at the bottom.

One scoop.

I held two bottles of ice-cold beer in my hand.

Using the gloves to prevent slipping, I put down one bottle, then took the bottle opener and pried it open with a sudden movement.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two extremely crisp bursts of airflow rang out, and the bottle caps flew off and smashed against the ceiling.

Courtois raised the two bottles of beer, which were frothing wildly, high in the air, turned around, and yelled at everyone in the locker room.

"Pour this stuff all over number 13's head!"

Courtois's face turned bright red, and he even spat out saliva.

"The entire bill will be paid for by my shutout prize money tonight!"

"Get him!"

"Go!"

The substitutes in the locker room, who were originally exhausted, were now acting like they'd been given a shot of adrenaline.

Laughing wildly, they rushed towards the tin table, grabbed the chilling liquor bottles, and threw them at Li Jing.

Li Jinggang threw the shredded bandages into the trash can.

I heard a noise.

I just turned my head.

"Splash!"

A dozen or so bottles of ice-cold beer were poured over him from all directions.

Ice water, mixed with a strong malty aroma and white foam, flowed down his head of black hair.

The icy liquid washed over the extremely horrifying purplish-red bruise on his back, bringing a burning sensation.

Extreme pain.

Li Jing felt the refreshing sensation of being thoroughly soaked in the cool wheat juice.

They joined in the festivities too!

Nature will retaliate against Courtois!

Obviously!

These substitutes who followed Li Jing throughout the entire game have finally figured out who the real boss is!

They immediately switched sides.

Then Courtois's screams echoed through the locker room.

"Holy crap!"

"You can't do this! I was the one who came up with this plan!"

"My gloves are very expensive!"

"Hey, who the hell is pulling my underwear?!"

"Ah!!! I can't pour it in there, it'll lower my vitality!"

Half an hour later.

The locker room revelry finally came to an end under the team doctor's frantic urging.

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The sound of water in the bathing area has stopped.

Li Jing pushed open the glass door of the shower room and dried herself off.

He opened the closet and changed into a black trench coat, a uniform made by the club.

The tailored cut of this haute couture style accentuated his broad shoulders, which were fully supported by his muscles, creating a very imposing look.

He pushed open the locker room door, ready to head to the mixed zone as usual.

Right at the corner of the corridor, a dense array of white flashlights could be seen constantly going off—those were countless Spanish local media outlets lying in wait.

It's meaningless, especially after the last game.

Li Jing has already become a hot commodity for these media outlets.

"Smack."

A rough, large hand suddenly emerged from behind the corner wall and landed directly on Li Jing's broad shoulder.

Simone emerged from the shadows.

The old man had changed into a clean suit, but his hair was still a bit messy.

He glanced at the group of local reporters outside, who were like hungry wolves waiting to devour Li Jing.

Simone pushed Li Jing in another direction.

"The club's management arranged a private room for me."

The old man lowered his voice, his tone revealing an extreme protectiveness towards the core of the team's tactics.

"Inside is an interview team that flew in specifically from China."

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"Go there. There will be a special interview with you from your home country."

Deep in the corridor.

He reached out and pushed open the door.

The room had already been set up as a small interview venue, with glaring lights aimed at the single sofa in the center.

A row of reporters bearing the logos of major domestic media outlets were sitting in folding chairs opposite each other, whispering among themselves.

I heard the door open.

Everyone turned their heads in unison.

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Li Jing strode in wearing a black haute couture suit, the shoulder line of which completely filled out the jacket.

The front row features several female domestic journalists.

The moment I saw the real person, my hand, which was about to take notes, froze.

So handsome!

Moreover, up close, Li Jing's skin is truly amazing.

In a static state, he appears completely different from the hungry wolf he just displayed on the field.

Contrast is always one of the most attractive aspects of a person of the opposite sex.

Several female reporters blushed visibly, and their fingers, holding the recorders, unconsciously gripped the plastic casing tightly.

I heard that Li Jing is only nineteen years old.

He's still the younger brother.

A strange hint of doting appeared in the eyes of these female reporters!

However, the nature of domestic media is such that they never show leniency just because someone looks like a teacher.

The question was asked without any gentle warm-up whatsoever.

A short-haired female reporter wearing black-rimmed glasses was the first to stand up, handing the microphone forward and speaking very quickly, with a strong sense of probing.

"Li Jing, you led a non-starting lineup and played the full 90 minutes in this match. Is Simeone planning to keep you tied to a depleted squad in the future? Will this become the club's standard tactic?"

She gave Li Jing no chance to catch her breath and threw out a second bombshell.

"Also, what was the reason for your remarks in the locker room earlier?"

She had barely finished speaking.

Another female reporter quickly shoved the microphone forward from the side.

"Li Jing, what triggered your sudden breakout performance in La Liga recently?"

Are you satisfied with your performance today?

The male reporter abruptly changed the subject, throwing out an extremely gossipy question from someone outside the entertainment industry.

"There's another question outside the entertainment circle. Famous actress Yang Mi appeared in the private room today. What exactly is your relationship with her?"

At last.

The male reporter stared intently at Li Jing.

"With your outstanding performance in La Liga, would you consider returning to play for the national team?"

This barrage of questions, like machine gun fire, each one potentially fatal, made the club's public relations staff standing nearby break out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, Li Jing had received professional training.

But in his mind, the public relations logic that the fat man Raiola had previously explained to him by pulling his ear was going through at lightning speed.

When dealing with the media, especially with these kinds of extreme questions that try to set a trap.

We absolutely must not follow their line of thinking.

Li Jing raised his head, his gaze calmly sweeping over the row of reporters.

Regarding tactical arrangements.

Li Jing spoke, his tone calm and even.

"That's the head coach's domain. My profession is playing."

"On the field, my only responsibility is to execute the instructions given by the coaching staff and play the ball well. However, we will not be too eager for quick success or think about winning by brute force. It's not that we won't win, but that we win slowly, steadily, and systematically."

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A classic "leader's speech" followed by "read and reply randomly".

The reporters were speechless!

After all that talk, what exactly did we say?

You're only nineteen years old, and you grew up abroad, right?

Why does it look like it's been marinated?

The female reporter frowned, clearly extremely dissatisfied with this piece of nonsensical literature.

However, the staff member next to him interrupted him, trying not to laugh.

"Sorry, time's up."

The 20-minute interview ended with the reporters feeling extremely frustrated.

Li Jing strode out of the VIP interview room and closed the door behind him.

The cell phone in his suit pocket suddenly started vibrating violently against his thigh.

He took out his phone.

I glanced at the screen.

Press the answer button and hold the phone to your ear.

On the other end of the phone, Yang Fengying, Atlético Madrid's China Operations Director, immediately spoke in her signature efficient voice.

"Where are you? Have you finished dealing with those reporters back home?"

"Yes, in the corridor," Li Jing said.

Yang Fengying speaks very quickly.

"The van is already waiting for you at the back gate of the stadium. Avoid the fans at the front gate and go straight there."

"Yang Mi, currently a top-tier actress in China, is the one from the recently popular drama 'Ruyi.' Never mind, you probably haven't seen that."

.

Have you seen "Chinese Paladin 3"? This is Yang Mi.

"The top leadership attaches great importance to this business collaboration."

"Get in the car right away. I've already arranged a private meeting between you and Yang Mi."

As she spoke, Yang Fengying on the other end of the phone seemed a little apologetic.

"I'm really sorry this time, I didn't ask for your opinion. Actually, at the same time, we could have arranged for you to work with Fan Binbin and Liu Yifei, who are very popular in China. But you'll have to make do this time. Although you're not a top star, you've become quite popular recently."

"After this, the club's management saw the results and were able to give me more autonomy."

"Yang Mi, the team's proposal was the best, so we chose them."

Li Jing said, "Alright—then I'll have to make do."

"Where are we going on our date?" Li Jing asked calmly into the microphone.

"The Crowne Plaza Hotel, The Worst".

Li Jing held up his phone and asked a question into the microphone.

"hotel?"

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