Super Prophecy Master

Chapter 69
The press conference site.

Zhang Yang glanced at the reporters in the audience, with a kind smile on his face, and his expression didn't change a bit under the light of many flashing lights.

The reporters started asking questions.

But not for Zhang Yang, but for Ebenezer.

When the press officer announced the start of the press conference, Ebenezer said that the questioning session should start with himself. The reason is that he is the experience of the club and his identity represents the Millwall club.

But everyone knows that this is a kind of protection for Zhang Yang.

Ebenezer knew what the reporters were concerned about. He started from the Millwall situation, "After Dennis Wise was injured, the club had to find someone to replace him, but now that the winter break is approaching, they want to find someone to replace him. It is very difficult to find suitable candidates, especially with the intensive post-Christmas schedule, which is very important for us.”

"Grigory is considering mining from within the club. We think the club should be more democratic. You have seen it before. We conducted fan support mining on the website, and Zhang won by an absolute advantage..."

Next, Ebenezer began to introduce Zhang Yang, "Zhang is an excellent game commander. Our three-game winning streak has proved his ability. Many people think he is just a young man, but young talents should be given more opportunities."

"Mr. Gregory and myself are very sure that Zhang can take over the vacancy left by Wise's injury, that is, take over the position of head coach and lead the team to the next league."

Then the reporters began to ask questions continuously, and their questions were very specific—

"Mr. Ebenezer, may I ask, why do you think that a young man in his early twenties without any professional football experience can do a good job as the head coach of Millwall?"

"Why not Frederick?"

"I don't know what the fans think, but the votes on the website cannot be the only criterion for judging. What do you think about this?"

"How could Millwall bet on a young man in his early twenties?"

"Does Millwall have the idea of ​​developing the Chinese market? Otherwise, why would they find a Chinese as their head coach?"

"..."

Every question is very specific, and every question is difficult to answer.

Ebenezer still dealt with it calmly, as if everything was difficult, but the occasional refusal and the cold sweat on his forehead still showed that he was not as relaxed as he appeared on the surface.

Zhang Yang has been watching.

He is very grateful for what Ebenezer has done to protect himself, but there is no doubt that this is a press conference aimed at him. No matter what Ebenezer does, he cannot escape.

When Ebenezer frowned and faced a sharp-tongued reporter, Zhang Yang coughed forcefully, and immediately removed the fixed microphone and held it in his hand. His voice and movements attracted the attention of the audience force.

Zhang Yang stood up with a smile on his face, "I think Mr. Ebenezer has said enough, it's my time now."

Ebenezer frowned slightly.

The reporters in the venue were all excited. They had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Ebenezer always has an official tone. No matter what kind of targeted question, it becomes a dull thing in his mouth. If Ebenezer keeps answering, big news will also become small news. Fans Everyone will find the report meaningless.

This Chinese is different!

As long as he is willing to speak, every sentence may be worth reporting!

Zhang Yang took two steps on the rostrum. Like an orator who just came to the stage, he calmly straightened his collar, and his coherent movements were not awkward at all. Then he said, "Everyone should know that this is A press conference for me. Here, I'm supposed to be the protagonist."

"So let Mr. Ebenezer rest for a while."

"At six o'clock, Millwall's official website announced a piece of news about me, yes, yes, I became the head coach of Millwall. Actually, you got the news a little late, I Got the contract in the afternoon."

"Some people may be wondering, why did you decide on the head coach so quickly?"

"The answer is simple, because tomorrow is the game. If you are not sure about the head coach, it will affect the game and the performance of the team. Every point now is very important to Millwall!"

Zhang Yang spoke for a short while, and then pointed the audience with his hands. When everyone was confused, he smiled and said, "By the way, to make a digression, I don't think Millwall will confirm the head coach's press conference. Come to so many media."

"I counted just now. There are a total of 125 people in the venue, and there are only 9 people in the club, including Mr. Ebenezer and myself. Using elementary school math, there are 116 people who came today. !"

"116 people!" Zhang Yang opened his mouth exaggeratedly, "Sorry, I'm a little nervous! You should understand, right?"

"I'm just thinking about a question, why can a piece of news that is announced for only two hours attract so many reporters? We are not Manchester United, not Chelsea, maybe they can't do it, because two hours is too short!"

"I thought about the reason, it's because of me? Right, I'm too young! I don't have professional football experience, I don't have any experience in professional football, besides, I'm still Chinese, maybe most of you, don't have any experience. I have heard of Chinese football, yes, our country is a football desert in your understanding.”

"Well, you're coming after me anyway. I'm honored! I think it's an honor to have the opportunity to be Millwall's manager. Even if I have the ability, it lacks a certain amount of luck. Obviously, my luck is very good. So here, I would like to thank Mr. Gregory who believed in me, and of course, Mr. Ebenezer."

Zhang Yang turned around, as if he was a little thirsty.

He picked up the mineral water on the table, took a sip, then walked up and down with the mineral water bottle in his hand and said, "But I think this may also be Millwall's luck, because I will help the team achieve better results." Lots of victories."

"Of course, this cannot be confirmed for the time being, but time will always tell."

"Okay, let's move on to the questioning session."

After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he sat down.

The audience became noisy, and many reporters couldn't believe their ears. What did the young Chinese just say?
Is it Millwall's luck that he is the head coach?
This is so ridiculous!
They came to Millwall's press conference, and it was indeed an extremely correct decision. This sentence alone is enough to laugh for two days!
When the press conference entered the questioning session, many reporters spontaneously fell silent, and then raised their hands one by one.

The press officer ordered a reporter in the front row.

That was a TV reporter from "Sky Sports". In the general press conference of the British Championship team, "Sky Sports" reporters are not very common. They basically only interview the top clubs.

This reporter is a middle-aged man with eyes. He has a gentle expression and is a little inconspicuous in the crowd, but no one dares to underestimate a "Sky Sports" reporter. The news they interview, as long as they can report Mostly on TV.

The man with gentle eyes got up and asked, "Mr. Zhang, can I call you that?"

"Of course, your Chinese pronunciation is very standard."

The man with gentle eyes continued, "Just now you said that it was Millwall's luck that you became the head coach. Maybe I can take this as self-confidence? But do you know that being the head coach of the Championship team at your age is It does not conform to the mainstream view. The outside world agrees that your qualifications are not suitable for the position of head coach with great responsibilities. Regarding this point, do you have anything to say?"

Zhang Yang looked at each other with a smile, and asked back, "Do you think the mainstream view of the outside world is that I am not suitable to be the head coach of Millwall?"

"Yes?"

The man with gentle eyes was a little puzzled.

Zhang Yang shook his head and said, "But my opinion is completely opposite. I think most of the outside world are optimistic about me as the head coach."

"How is it possible!" The man with gentle eyes shook his head, looking like 'you are dreaming'.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Do you know why the club chose me as the head coach? I was selected. Nearly 90.00 fans participated in the selection, and I won more than 6% of the votes. Do you think that [-] The choice of many fans is not the mainstream, but thousands of fans is the mainstream?"

The man with gentle eyes opened his mouth and was stunned for a long time, then he took a breath and said, "But the media doesn't think so."

"Have you investigated?"

The man with gentle eyes shook his head.

"Without investigation, there is no right to speak, maybe you should investigate before asking questions! Next!"

The man with gentle eyes sat down in a daze.

The next question was a reporter from The Times. He had a mustache and, more importantly, he seemed to be trying to help the man with gentle eyes regain his face. "I believe that most of the reporters present don't think you are suitable for this Millwall manager. If you don't believe me, we can investigate on the spot..."

Before Mustache finished speaking, Zhang Yang interrupted, "So what?"

"what?"

"I mean, so what? There were more than 100 people present, compared to more than 6 fans, the number is too small."

"But we are reporters, and our reports will be seen by many people!"

Zhang Yang looked at him suspiciously, "Then do you think that if your report can be published in The Times, then you are the mainstream? Or do you want to express that you can use public opinion tools to influence the public's judgment?"

Mustache was dumbfounded.

With so many fellow journalists present, if he dared to say that, The Times would have the guts to kick him out the next day.

So he could only sit down depressed.

"next."

Then Zhang Yang started a verbal battle with the reporters.

Each reporter's questions were very targeted, but Zhang Yang took his time and kept looking for breakthroughs to fight back. Six reporters in a row were defeated. They wanted to let Zhang Yang have nothing to say, but in the end they suffered a bitter fruit.

Finally, the reporters found that this young man was not easy to deal with on the surface. They gave up trying to target them deliberately, and the problem became normalized——

"What do you think of Millwall?"

"Tomorrow is the game against Ipswich Town. Is Millwall ready? Can you announce the list of players in advance?"

"In the coming January, does Millwall have any signing plans?"

"..."

Zhang Yang suddenly became more kind, and he answered seriously one by one.

The press conference entered a normal rhythm.

Ebenezer and the press officer looked at each other with quite surprised and complicated expressions, "If this kid becomes a press spokesperson, he will definitely be very promising."

"That's right! He worked for the BBC before!"

The two found some comfort.

(End of this chapter)