Me, Captain of China

"not bad."

"At least I slap Benitez in the face."

After the game, Zheng Zhi and Fan Zhiyi stood on the court and the two chatted.

"Damn, you stared at Drogba so hard, that guy cried to death."

Zheng Zhi also recognized Fan Zhiyi's performance.

"I don't think there are many people who can stare at him."

"It's very simple. He is just a big guy. I move faster than him." Fan Zhi laughed.

Zheng Zhi shrugged, is that true? That's impossible……

Fan Zhiyi speaks calmly, just because his strength is so awesome.

The two walked off the court together and met Benitez on the road. Zheng Zhi specially let Fan Zhiyi go first, while he stood there waiting.

Benitez's face is very dark, and he is lowering his head, probably thinking about how to excuse him at the press conference, right?

Once Fan Zhi left, Zheng Zhicai took the initiative to greet Benitez.

"Hey, Mr. Benitez,"

"Excuse me, what is the background?"

"The score tells it, isn't it?"

Bennister didn't expect that Zheng Zhi would dare to run over to mock himself, it was so terribly shameless.

He glared at Zheng Zhi, but saw Mourinho's shadow. The neck hurriedly shrank, and he immediately flashed into the player's aisle. A Zheng Zhi was very disgusting. When he met Mourinho, would it still make people live?

He didn't want to be hit by double crit, so he didn't even shake hands with Mourinho, and directly flashed people...

But he thought too simple.

In the press conference after the game, the Chinese media turned this place into a battlefield for the Chinese, and the only opponent was Benitez.

British reporters were all squeezed out.

Rarely, the Chinese media is so united.

All is nothing more than verbal criticism of Benitez.

Benitez looked at so many yellow-skinned faces, but raised his stubborn chin. He knew what to face next.

Isn't it Fan Zhiyi?

He coughed twice and sat down.

Sure enough, if you don't want him to speak, some Chinese reporters will speak.

"Mr. Benitez, what do you think of Fan Zhiyi's performance today?"

"He played very well. I expected him to be in a terrible form at the beginning of the season, but after this period of training, his form is back."

Yo?

This is so special!

The reporters were taken aback, the conversation changed?

"Then why don't you let him play the main force?"

"Because he is old, I need younger and stronger players, he must accept the fate of the bench. Liverpool needs to be younger, this is irreversible, I can not count on a few veterans to fight the world."

"I know what you want to tell me, but that's my decision."

Stubborn old man.

"It doesn't matter if you continue to lose?"

"We won't lose all the time."

"Is he not worth starting?"

"I didn't say that, I mean, the veteran must know that he will be a substitute more often." Benitez breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who scored the goal today?" The Chinese reporter was aggressive, pressing harder.

Benitez doesn't bother to open his mouth...

"Raphael?"

After being speechless by the Chinese reporter's question, it was the British reporter's turn to attack.

"Raphael?"

"Liverpool's background did not help you win. Today you lost at Stamford Bridge in a mess. How do you explain the term background?"

"The upstart Chelsea defeated you."

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Fortunately, the battered Benitez did not have a heart attack, otherwise he might hang on Stamford Bridge.

Then Mourinho was naturally triumphant at the press conference.

"What Raphael said, I don't care."

"We did not take Liverpool into consideration this season. Arsenal and Manchester United are our opponents."

"Understand that he is often incoherent, after all, life in Liverpool is difficult."

"I want to talk about gambling companies. They should thank us because we let them win a lot of money."

Not much other nonsense.

After this battle, Chelsea still topped the standings. Although Arsenal won, they did not score as many goals as Chelsea and could only be second.

The big victory also made the media temporarily forget about Terry and Bridge and instead reported on the content of the game.

Manchester United also won.

However, Ferguson expressed cautious optimism after the game.

"Mourinho's Chelsea proved one thing in this game that they will not become unstable because of a lack of a player. If they want them to lose the game, the only person is possible, and that person is Zheng Zhi."

"If Zheng Zhi is not there, Chelsea will become the Chelsea of ​​last year."

"But I think these are all in vain. Only by winning can we cling to them in the standings."

"It must be admitted that background has no shit. Only money can make the team better. I hope that something can happen to us after winter."

Ferguson borrowed Chelsea to talk about money again, and the Manchester United board was so stingy that he didn't give him money to buy players. And now Chelsea tells everyone that money can really do whatever they want and win.

Wenger is still stubborn, he still denied Mourinho's team.

"They are very rich,"

"But they have no championship experience. Arsenal are very rich in this aspect. We now have the same points with them. I think Arsenal will be tougher. Like last season, they have nothing."

"After Christmas, we will know what."

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After coming out of the locker room ~www.readwn.com~Zheng Zhi drove to the west suburbs of London.

Mourinho told him to go.

After stopping the car outside a quiet apartment, he saw Bridge.

Bridge was lying on the turf with a box of beer piled beside him.

Scrapped.

Zheng Zhi stared at him and shook his head.

After getting out of the car, I walked to him, raised his right foot and stepped on his thigh.

"Hi, waste."

"You look really like a dog now."

"I really don't understand, what's so sad about you for being a bitch?"

"This kind of rubbish, how good it is to find out early, don't you plan to know it forever?"

"But, I really love her too much, I can't accept it."

Zheng Zhi: "..."

What a sand sculpture.

He walked a few steps forward, bent over to pick up a plastic hose, and then turned on the tap.

The water sprayed on Bridge immediately.

"Stupid,"

"Wake up,"

"Wake up,"

"Do you love her for anything?"

"I **** love Julie, do I have to be like you stupid?"

"It's not you, it's them who are ashamed. Don't talk about love anymore, you love the next one."

In this moment, Bridge was flooded with tap water.

"Quickly clear up your mood and come back to the club. As for men, if you have money and a career, women will certainly have it. But if you dare not return to the training ground, you will not be able to hold your head up all your life.

"As for Terry's sand sculpture, he has no face to come back."

Bridge turned over and touched his face, Zheng Zhi finally lost the water pipe.

"We need a left back,"

"You **** get back tomorrow, I'm not talking nonsense."

"Good for yourself."

"Await your return."

"If you were still a man."

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