While he was boasting, suddenly, a silver-haired old man got out of a taxi across the road. Zhang Qi, as he saw in front of him, put out his cigarette butt on the trash can, ignored the dissuasion of his colleagues, and ran forward quickly.

"Hello Mr. Wenger, I am a reporter from Qianhu Sports News. Can you interrupt me for two minutes for an interview?"

Zhang Qi held the interview pen with an eager smile on his face, but Wenger, who was carrying a small bag, showed a workplace smile: "Sorry, a friend is waiting for me."

"Really, just two minutes, Mr. Wenger, I know Mr. Chen Mo, and this interview is also about him!"

As he spoke, Zhang Qi followed him sideways and quickly took out the photo from his pocket of the interview with Chen Mo at Wulihe Stadium four years ago.

Looking at Chen Mo, who was wearing a black leather jacket and with a very green face in the photo, Wenger paused. At this time, there was a shout from the entrance of the stadium. He looked up and saw that Chen Fei was walking quickly.

Chen Fei?!

"Mr. Chen Fei!"

Seeing his idol, Zhang Qi quickly said hello. Chen Fei first smiled, shook hands with Wenger and hugged him, then looked Zhang Qi up and down. Looking at the photo in his hand and the work badge hanging on his chest, Chen Fei raised his eyebrows: "

Are you the Zhang Qi who scolded Xie Jialong in the newspaper before?"

"Yes Yes."

"I remember you are not the editor-in-chief of Beijing Sports News? What, the position is gone?"

"Ahem. Yes."

After working hard for more than four years, he finally climbed to the position of editor-in-chief, but because he scolded the big boss, he returned to before liberation. When mentioning these past events, Zhang Qi's expression was a little subtle.

Chen Fei laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Haha, I just like a brave guy like you! Come on, let's go to the box and chat together."

"Ah! Thank you! Thank you!"

"You're welcome to scold Xie, you are my brother, just call me Brother Fei."

"..Brother Fei."

.

Iduna Park Stadium is the home stadium of Dortmund and is also the largest football stadium in Europe, with a capacity of nearly 90,000 spectators.

Not only can it accommodate a large number of fans, the boxes are also very luxurious.

"What the hell! I can actually come to the VIP box to watch the game!"

Sitting on the sofa in the VIP box, he carefully sipped hot tea. He glanced at Wenger, who was looking at the stadium outside the window with his elegant legs crossed opposite him. He also glanced at Chen Fei and Zhang who were communicating with Batistuta and others passing by at the door.

There was no expression on Qi's face, but she was extremely worried inside.

Not long after, after exchanging greetings with Batistuta and others, Chen Fei sat back on the sofa and took out a pack of Huazi from his pocket. He handed one to each of them, looked at Zhang Qi and said with a smile: "What are you afraid of? At that time, you

He was so awesome when he scolded Xie Jialong in the newspaper."

"Then I wasn't angry at that time."

"Hahaha, do you regret it? You also lost your job. If he hadn't led the national team to the World Cup this year, and now he is being held accountable and has no time to take care of you, you probably wouldn't be able to continue in the journalist industry. But by the way, you

This experience is quite similar to that of my best friend, but he was much more miserable than you."

"Is this Mr. Li Zhiqiang?"

"Haha, yes, that guy broke the scandal in the newspaper on the first day, and the next day the dog in the yard was slaughtered, and a machete was placed under the pillow. He was so scared that he took his wife all night

I almost couldn't afford to eat when I went overseas. Damn it, I drove a taxi to make money for him."

Chen Fei smiled and shook his head, leaned over and flicked the cigarette ashes: "Okay, the game is about to start, tell me, what do you want to interview?"

Listening to Chen Fei talking about those past events, Zhang Qi's eyes sparkled with admiration, but he was a professional reporter after all. He immediately came back to his senses, took out his notebook, and sat on the sofa with his butt half pulled up: "To be honest, I didn't expect it to be like this before.

Format. I mainly want to interview Mr. Wenger about his views on this game. After all, Argentina adopted an unconventional tactical system in the last game. As far as I know, their style of play seems to have caused a stir in the football circle.

Small waves.”

"It's indeed a crazy tactic."

Looking into Zhang Qi's eyes, Wenger flicked his cigarette ashes, "However, it is mainly because they have Xiao Mo. To put it simply, what Argentina showed in the last game was an upgraded version of AC Milan. Pirlo is the backbone of AC Milan."

He has a waist, but he can hardly contribute on the defensive end, so he must be paired with a butcher like Gattuso to fill the hole, otherwise AC Milan's midfield defense will be directly penetrated.

Strictly speaking, Pirlo's positioning of the attacking midfielder is not a clever technique. It is just an adjustment of the player's position. It is a strategy to maximize strengths and avoid weaknesses.

But Xiao Mo's retracement is different. In the last game, he played the two roles of Pirlo and Gattuso by himself. His attacking midfielder and back position directly integrated defense and organization into him.

Do you understand what this means? Argentina is equivalent to playing an extra player on the court, which is a real qualitative change."

"So that's it."

Zhang Qi nodded thoughtfully and asked: "So, will Arsenal consider this tactic next season?"

"Won't."

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Chapter completed!