Football: Messi, I am your wallbreaker!

Chapter 73 Instantly Join the Group Buy!

A cold wind, carrying a drizzle, fell on the referee's silver whistle.

He stopped near the center circle and glanced at the black professional chronograph on his wrist.

The hands on the dial have steadily crossed the 90-minute mark.

The referee took a deep breath of the humid air and immediately puffed out his cheeks.

"Beep—beep!"

Two short whistles followed by one long one.

It completely pierced through the thick night clouds above the Calderon Stadium.

The match has officially ended.

The referee took the whistle out of his mouth and held it between his fingers.

His gaze unconsciously swept past the crowd and landed on the back of number 13, who had already changed into a substitute's vest in the rest area on the sidelines.

Li Jingzheng casually grabbed a white towel and wiped the remaining mud and water from his forehead.

Looking at that tall, straight figure, the referee suddenly felt a surge of emotion.

This Atletico Madrid team is no longer the same team that drifted along in the lower half of La Liga and was easily defeated by others, as it was in the first half of the season.

That young man now possesses a magical power, like a stabilizing force.

Although he did not have a captain's armband.

But as soon as you stand on that green field...

The entire Atlético Madrid team's spirit was as if it had been hammered to death on a wooden board by iron nails.

It exudes a fierce courage that dares to take a bite out of anyone who comes.

He thought of a word.

Is this what team spirit is?

In the stands.

The cheers of more than 30,000 home fans were like a spring tide.

Wave after wave crashed onto the grass.

Li Jing stood on the sidelines on the grass, which was mottled from being trampled by countless spikes.

Gabi, Falcao, and other starting players walked back from all directions on the field.

There wasn't even any discussion among them.

They gathered towards Li Jing's position with remarkable naturalness, like water flowing into a river, surrounding him in the very center.

Li Jing looked up at the score of 4-0.

This glaring scoreline essentially means that in the brutal two-legged knockout stage of the Europa League...

For the Romans to turn things around in the next match will be an incredibly difficult task.

All the Atlético Madrid players knew perfectly well that they had already secured their place in the quarterfinals.

They've already made it to the semifinals, except for their heels!

As for Li Jing...

more importantly.

Li Jing silently recited the command in his mind, and the semi-transparent system panel in his mind had already given him the most concrete feedback.

The "Iron Man" attribute, which can forcibly reset the body's fatigue state, is now firmly in his attribute bar.

With this trump card in hand, the upcoming schedule will be incredibly packed with La Liga and European competitions.

It will no longer be a guillotine hanging over your head; you can completely unleash your potential!

The interior corridor of the Calderon Stadium connects the home team's dressing room with a somewhat old gray cement staircase.

The Atletico Madrid team, having won the game, had an unbridled surge of adrenaline.

A group of tall, burly men were making a ruckus in the narrow stairwell, jostling each other and splashing water on each other's heads.

"Falcao, that chip shot you just took almost awful! I saw your supporting leg slip!"

Gabby, holding a half-empty bottle of mineral water, mercilessly exposed Gabby's shortcomings.

Don't give me that!

Falcao retorted with a smile, turning to look at Li Jing, who was untying his shoelaces.

"Li, that last free kick of yours was truly unreasonable; the opposing goalkeeper's face turned green."

"It's a good thing you weren't on the other side, otherwise you could have driven Courtois's market value to zero!"

Courtois seemed unconcerned.

"Li must have just guessed at that shot; there was really nothing I could do about it."

"Have you ever seen a goalkeeper lose their value after missing a penalty or a spectacular goal?"

Courtois, taking advantage of his nearly two-meter height, reached out his long arms from behind and wrapped them around Li Jing's neck.

The tall goalkeeper had just washed his face and was vigorously shaking his wet hair, splashing large droplets of water directly onto Li Jing's cheek and shoulder.

"Tibor, you splashed water down my neck."

Li Jing grabbed Courtois's arm and shoved him aside with a laugh.

Courtois wasn't annoyed. He grinned and took two steps back, leaning against the rusty railing of the stairs with a silly smile.

Just then, heavy footsteps came from the corner at the bottom of the stairs.

Before Simone even came up, his rough voice drifted over.

"Stop blocking the way! Get back to the locker room and shower. The team doctor is waiting to do your post-game stretches!"

The old man walked up the steps, the hem of his shirt still damp with rainwater.

He raised his hand and called out to Li Jing, who was looking down and tugging at his collar in preparation for entering the room.

Then, he turned his gaze and pointed to the tall goalkeeper Courtois who was leaning against the railing next to him.

"Lee, and Thibault, you two, don't rush to take off your clothes."

Simone, with a tone that carried a certain air of self-righteousness.

"At the post-match press conference later, you two will cover for me. I need to take this phone call."

Simone stepped forward and patted Courtois twice on the broad shoulder.

Simeone's understanding of Courtois was entirely based on his experience on the training ground and in matches.

In his memory, this tall goalkeeper from Belgium was a typical good boy.

He has a gentle personality and doesn't talk much.

Simone is well-informed and knowledgeable.

He judges people by their appearance and understands their hearts, based on his experience.

Courtois is probably the type who would blush and stammer for a long time if a few scantily clad female Madrid fans came up to him for autographs outside the stadium.

Facing those sharp-tongued media reporters, they certainly won't cause any trouble.

Simone turned to look at Li Jing; this interview with Li Jing, who had just scored a hat trick, was a must.

His idea was...

Courtois is a man of few words, calm and steady, and an honest man.

Going together as a couple, one who can keep calm and the other who can keep things under control, is a good combination.

The so-called Spirit Pearl and Demon Pill are mutually restraining in terms of water and fire.

Li Jing glanced at Courtois, who was still scratching the back of his head beside him, and nodded without refuting.

It's just a formality at the press conference.

Simone put his hands back in his suit pockets, turned and walked towards the coach's office, turning back to give a final word of advice before leaving.

"Just say a few words to those reporters and get the process done."

Go back to the locker room early and take a hot shower. Tomorrow's a day off, so don't catch a cold.

The old man passed away peacefully, completely unaware that he had personally orchestrated the upcoming press conference.

What kind of atomic bombs were inserted?

There are no spirit pearls or demon pills.

"Only a little boy and a fat man".

Ten minutes later.

The scene then moved to the press conference room.

The indoor incandescent lights were extremely bright, and the light was extremely glaring.

The audience was packed with local Madrid journalists and Italian journalists who had traveled from afar with Lazio.

Long lenses and short lenses were all set up on both sides of the aisle, and flashes went off from time to time.

Li Jing, wearing Atlético Madrid's black outfit, strode to the front of the stage, pulled out the red velvet chair, and sat down.

He casually moved the black microphone stand on the table closer to himself.

Courtois sat down to his right, his arms crossed over his chest as always.

His tall frame was hunched over in the chair, and he didn't say a word.

He really does look like a mere extra, there to make up the numbers.

The first few rounds were uneventful.

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Several familiar local journalists stood up and asked some routine tactical questions about positional changes on the field, passing choices, and their opinions on Lazio's three-center-back system.

Li Jing's gaze was calm, and he gave extremely official platitudes in a peaceful tone, handling the situation flawlessly.

Everything seems to be going well.

Just as the press officer was about to ask the last question and end the press conference.

On the left side of the front row, an Italian-Chinese female reporter with a somewhat mean-looking face and a haughty demeanor suddenly stood up abruptly.

Li Jing frowned as soon as his face appeared.

Because he is too familiar with it.

This is the wildly popular, groundbreaking work on physiognomy that has gone viral in China.

Is it based on Fu Shou'er's facial features?

Before the press officer could even hand her a microphone, Fu Shou'er grabbed the microphone from the table in front of her and launched into a barrage of extremely sharp and jarring questions.

"Mr. Li Jing."

The sarcastic reporter asked loudly in accented Spanish, his lips moving rapidly.

"You've been playing almost every single game lately under this intense La Liga and European competition schedule."

"Today, you displayed a long-range shooting power that is completely different from your usual performance, as well as an abnormal level of physical recovery speed."

"This completely defies common sense in human physiology!"

The man paused for half a second, then rattled off the names of several Asian athletes who had been banned from the Olympics and World Championships for doping, before forcibly binding them.

This includes Wu Yanyan, Li Mizhe, Liu Guoliang, and Ye Shiwen, a swimming gold medalist who has been relentlessly targeted by the BBC for the past 12 years for allegedly using illegal drugs to win her championships.

Then, the reporter placed his hands on the table and leaned forward.

His eyes were fixed on Li Shi on the stage, and he directly raised the issue to the extreme conflict between race and honor.

"Do you, like your fellow citizens, secretly use some new type of banned substance that has not yet been detected by the World Anti-Doping Agency to maintain your false success on the field?"

Fu Shou'er seemed to have drained all the positive energy from the entire press conference hall.

The scene quieted down considerably.

But anyone with eyes can see it.

These fans are just stirring up trouble. Let's not even mention following the BBC's lead and spreading rumors about Ye Shiwen that have no real evidence.

Take Wu Yanyan and Li Mizhe for example.

So, one was from 2000, and the other was from 1990.

How long has it been?

How can these two things be brought up and then linked to the three distant concepts of "yellow race"?

Those who studied journalism felt this was nitpicking.

While taking things out of context is standard practice for them, this is a bit too logically forced.

However, they studied journalism.

They saw someone charging forward at that moment.

They were still excited!

The few reporters who were just typing on their keyboards froze in mid-air.

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After a brief moment of silence, all the long lenses, short lenses, and camera lenses began to turn their gears in unison.

All of it was directed at Li Shi, who was sitting in the center of the stage.

The flashbulbs started flashing wildly, trying to capture the panic or the hint of rage on Li Shi's face.

This is huge news!

But Li Shi just sat there quietly.

Although, Li Shi really wanted to output the damage himself.

Then I asked the villagers of this distant fellow.

However, such a statement would likely be labeled by the media as "furious" or "annoyed."

Li Shi gently pushed with his fingertips.

The microphone base was slid smoothly across the table and pushed very steadily in front of Courtois.

Jing Jing's extremely quiet body language revealed her complete disregard and disdain for the reporter.

To his right stood Courtois, whom Simone described as "always calm, quiet, and honest."

The moment I took the microphone.

Then he exchanged a glance with Li Jing.

Eyes are the best windows to the soul.

Bro, I understand!

Let's go!

The tall goalkeeper turned his head, and his previously somewhat lazy flick of the wrist became as cold and bone-chilling as the ice fields of Northern Europe.

Courtois didn't understand what physiognomy or Fu Shou'er was.

But he didn't know what it meant to be "opened up" (a derogatory term for someone who has been cheated), so he followed suit!

Now, some people are using such filthy and disgusting methods to spread their evil intentions.

Do you think your own brothers would be bullied by a guy like you who bites people indiscriminately?

Courtois suddenly stretched out his long arm.

Those large hands scooped up the Coca-Cola bottle that the sponsor had placed on the table in front of them.

Without any hesitation.

The Belgian goalkeeper exerted a powerful force with his wrist.

Before throwing it, Courtois deliberately loosened the bottle cap a little, creating an extremely sharp straight afterimage in mid-air.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud that sent chills down your spine.

The plastic bottle hit the right side of the forehead with remarkable precision.

The bottle cap flew off and bounced onto the carpet on the ground, rolling out in a pancake shape.

High-pressure gas mixed with brown cola liquid and a lot of white foam.

He frantically slid down the man's cheeks and prominent breasts, soaking the front of his suit jacket.

The reporter cried out in pain, covered his head with both hands, and squatted down.

Courtois grabbed the microphone, leaned forward, and let out a loud shout that echoed throughout the hall.

"Shut your stinking mouth!"

"If you can't talk, go back to your mother's womb and learn again!"

"It's an idiot like you who should be severely investigated for becoming a reporter."

"I suggest you go back and ask your dad if he injected modafinil into his second brother when you were born."

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The originally quiet press conference venue suddenly erupted into chaos, as if a grenade had been thrown into it by the emperor.

Then, amidst the commotion, Courtois angrily argued for three minutes why the reporter's grandfather wasn't necessarily his grandfather, and his father wasn't necessarily his father.

The reporters in the front row gasped and backed away. The sound of hard plastic chairs being knocked over and falling to the ground mingled with the frantic clicking of camera shutters, and the scene instantly descended into chaos.

Ma Shi's press officer turned pale and even prepared to call security personnel to enter the venue.

Amidst this utter chaos and noise.

Li'er calmly extended her right hand.

He completely ignored the chaos below the stage, placed his fingers on the base, and pulled the microphone back from Courtois to himself.

Li'er leaned down slightly and casually tapped the black foam cover on the top of the microphone twice with the tip of her index finger.

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"Thump, thump".

The deep, electric sound emanating from the loudspeaker drowned out the noise at the scene.

This seemingly casual tapping seems to possess a kind of calming magic.

The once noisy hall fell silent once more.

All the recorders stopped backing away, and no one even picked up the recording pen that had rolled to the ground. Everyone held their breath and stared at Li Shi on the stage.

No one expected things to get so out of control.

However, to everyone's surprise, Li'er actually returned to her seat and continued speaking.

That's incredibly impressive, like a true general!

Li'er glanced at the sarcastic reporter who was squatting on the ground with a face full of cola, showing absolutely no sympathy.

Li Shi raised his hand and pointed to the plastic bottle that was still bubbling on the carpet.

Lee should naturally take charge of the overall situation!

"Tibor, go pick up the Coke bottles. Don't make a mess of this embarrassing place."

Li Shi's tone was extremely indifferent.

Courtois responded with an "oh".

He actually walked around the table, bent down, picked up the sticky glass bottle, and put it back on the table in front of Li Jing.

Li'er looked at the distant bottle, leaned back, and glanced at the group of media people holding cameras below the stage.

Wei Fudao.

"I apologize to Coca-Cola here."

"Next time we smash this kind of idiot, we'll try to use Pepsi."

"This concludes today's press conference."

Done.

Li Shi pushed aside the red velvet chair in front of her, stood up, zipped up her suit jacket, and walked out of the side door of the press conference hall without looking back.

The few famous reporters left in the main hall speechless, their faces blank.

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A man in a black windbreaker sitting in the back corner clenched his fist excitedly upon hearing these words.

He is a brand sponsor staff member for Coca-Cola in the Madrid region.

His original daily job was to rack his brains to get more exposure for Coca-Cola on the table.

The exposure of this footage posted online today is an astronomical figure that cannot be estimated.

He absolutely adores Lee.

(P.S. Today's version is already finished. I'll post the rest later. It's not finished yet, so there are still some errors and typos!)