Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 214 - 185: The Sky Sports female reporter got Tang Long’s phone number and wanted to ask him about the transfer.
Chapter 214: Chapter 185: The Sky Sports female reporter got Tang Long’s phone number and wanted to ask him about the transfer.
——Forza Inter!
Bang bang, boom boom!
——Forza Inter!
Bang bang, boom boom!
When the whole team was saluting the Inter fans who traveled for the away game, Tang Long didn’t see Icardi.
He thought to himself that this guy must be a bit moody.
After all, being substituted meant that the Argentinian striker couldn’t score a few goals against the underdog Palermo as expected.
Icardi was probably having a little tantrum!
Tang Long was about to go to the locker room to console Icardi, but halfway there, Bonazzoli grabbed him.
"Bro, why don’t you do it, I really don’t know what to say."
It turns out, because he scored a hat-trick in this match, Bonazzoli not only got a perfect score of 10 from Sky Sports but was also named the game’s MVP by the Serie A official league.
However, holding the small trophy symbolizing the MVP, Bonazzoli stood nervously in front of the advertisement board in the interview area.
Faced with the microphones extended by reporters, he didn’t know what to say for a moment.
Bonazzoli is not someone who dislikes talking.
But at this moment, he was indeed a bit nervous.
Since being promoted to the first team from the youth team a year ago, he had never won the MVP nor had he been interviewed by a Sky Sports reporter after a match.
"Look at how timid you are," Tang Long teased him, "Just say whatever you want, why weren’t you nervous when you scored the goals?"
"Tang, this MVP is yours, without your three assists, I couldn’t possibly have scored the hat-trick!"
Without waiting for Tang Long to respond, Bonazzoli shoved the MVP trophy into Tang Long’s arms and pushed him towards the interview area without asking Tang Long if he was willing.
Then he dashed into the player tunnel.
Watching Bonazzoli’s back, Tang Long shook his head helplessly and exchanged a smile with the reporter in front of him.
The reporter’s name was Dilata, a beautiful blonde reporter from Sky Sports, who was a big name in the media industry.
A former professional women’s football player, she retired at the age of 20, got into the sports journalism department at Bologna University, and after graduating, entered the media industry, becoming a senior sports reporter for Sky Sports in just six years.
Dilata’s appearance could be considered above average, but her figure was truly captivating~
Today, holding a microphone, she wore a tight white tank top with a matching small blazer on top.
Her stunning figure was perfectly outlined, making people turn their heads in admiration.
When she stood in the crowd, the mature charm emanating from within seemed to have a magical power, drawing all eyes to her.
Men of different ages, whether teenage boys or middle-aged men in their forties or fifties, could feel that enticing hormonal vibe from her every move.
"Alright, dear viewers, our Bonazzoli was shy upon seeing me and ran away covering his face, so let’s interview Tang instead, hello!"
She simply decided not to interview Bonazzoli and went on to interview Tang Long.
Though also 18 years old like Bonazzoli, Tang Long appeared more mature when facing the media.
Tang Long, while pretending to glance casually at Dilata’s curves, spoke eloquently and understood well what the reporters wanted to hear.
"I’m not exaggerating about Bonazzoli, that move he made against the goalkeeper to score an open goal reminded me of Ronaldo from seventeen years ago!"
"Bonazzoli rarely uses that skill in training, so when he pulled off the move, not only was I shocked, but the other teammates were too!"
"Your Sky Sports loves picking the top ten goals of each Serie A round, right? Include Bonazzoli’s goal."
"His success with the Italian youth team proves he definitely has the ability to play in Serie A with Inter."
"Given time, Bonazzoli is sure to become a top striker, I have no doubt about it!"
Tang Long praised Bonazzoli before the interview, clearly having his own agenda.
By doing so, he was both affirming his fellow junior teammate’s abilities and helping his agent Ronaldo drum up support.
Ronaldo had privately told Tang Long that he wanted Bonazzoli to stay at Inter Milan for the long term and improve his current contract.
Tang Long was happy to lend a hand to Bonazzoli in front of the media and push him forward.
However, since the interview was with Tang Long.
The reporter didn’t want to focus too much on Bonazzoli and instead directed the topic to Tang Long himself.
"Tang, many clubs have been linked with you recently, could you share with us whether you’ll stay at Inter Milan next season?"
The reporter’s question was very bold and straightforward.
Especially during a post-match live interview session where usually the questions are pretty harmless, she directly asked about a transfer.
Tang Long was an old hand at this; he didn’t want to engage in too much discussion with the reporter on this topic and decided to play it coy.
He patted the Inter badge on his chest and then firmly said:
"I will do my utmost to help Inter Milan win all the trophies we can compete for this season, please believe in me." He turned and left.
The blonde reporter watched Tang Long’s athletic figure walk away, smoothed her hair, and remarked to the cameraman:
"What an impressive young man, I wonder if we’ll still see him at the Meazza stadium next season..."
For some reason.
Perhaps it was because Tang Long’s handsome oriental features always managed to attract the affection of Italian "older" sisters.
From Wanda to Dilata, these older sisters were all in their early 30s, exuding a mature allure.
"I must find a way to get this kid’s phone number, to probe him for next season’s transfer information. If we could get the first-hand news, it would definitely be explosive news." Dilata thought.
After work, Dilata also returned to her home in Milan.
That’s right, she also lives in Milan, and this trip to Sicily was for work reasons. freёweɓnovel_com
After removing her makeup and just when she was about to wash up and sleep, she received a call.
The caller was none other than Icardi’s wife and his agent, Wanda.
"Wanda? Calling me so late, is there something urgent?"
Dilata maintained a professional alertness.
The two knew each other in Milan and occasionally went shopping together.
However, ever since Wanda became Icardi’s agent, their relationship became somewhat distant, with Wanda deliberately keeping Dilata at arm’s length.
"Darling, please leak some news for me! My husband Icardi wants to leave Inter Milan."
Upon hearing this, Dilata was stunned: "Icardi wants to leave Inter Milan, is this true? Have any clubs contacted him? Have there been preliminary offers? Has any sports director been in touch with you?"
Dilata fired off a series of questions.
"That’s none of your business, just leak the news for me, can’t you reporters make things up?" Laughter like silver bells came from Wanda on the other end of the line.
Hearing this, Dilata, who had been working in Sky Sports for many years, smelled a rat.
It seemed that Icardi’s transfer dealings were still in the budding stage.
Or perhaps this was just Wanda’s wishful thinking, deliberately stirring the pot.
The purpose, well, Dilata didn’t know yet.
But it’s nothing more than those few reasons, either to raise the price or very likely to ask for a raise.
Dilata knew this woman Wanda too well.
As far back as eight or nine years ago, she was already entangled with Maradola.
There were even paparazzi photos of her entering Maradola’s house appearing in tabloid newspapers.
This gold-digging woman managed to cozy up to Icardi simply because she saw the 22-year-old Argentine striker as a potential stock to milk gold from.
"No problem, I can help you with this," Dilata thought for a moment, "but I have a request."
"What request? You say it."
"Can you help me ask your husband Icardi for his teammate Tang’s phone number?"
"Tang, you mean that Chinese youngster," after a pause, Wanda laughed out loud, "Haha, you Dilata, you fancy him too?"
Hearing Wanda inadvertently say "too," Dilata remained stoic.
"Good sister, it’s not like that. I want to inquire about his transfer rumors, probe the wind, write some exclusive news."
"You know, the media industry hasn’t been easy these past years, the chief editor says we’ll be out of a job every day, please help your younger sister out."
Wanda responded straightforwardly.
"No need to ask Icardi, I already have it here, I’ll send it to you."
After getting Tang Long’s phone number, Dilata looked at the series of numbers on her phone screen and let her imagination run wild.
Why would Wanda have Tang Long’s phone number?
It seemed a little unusual.
Could it be...
Dilata smiled slightly, beginning to feel a bit sorry for Icardi.
