Chapter 219 The turbulent football world

With the match between Atletico Madrid and Real Madrid over.

It is clear that an unprecedented transformation has taken place in world football.

In this case, the reactions of the five major leagues are extremely interesting.

For the Premier League, whether it is their players, coaches or fans, they all suddenly felt relieved at this moment.

But at the same time, there is a kind of silent regret.

The Big 6 clubs that were previously swept by him seemed relieved – “That devil has finally left the Premier League!” Manchester United legend Ferdinand joked on Twitter.

But privately, Manchester City director Begiristain was reported to have smashed a teacup in his office: “Why not increase the price by 5000 million euros in the winter window?!”

Arsenal manager Wenger admitted to the media: “We had the opportunity to sign him with a youth training contract, but the scout report said he lacked physical fitness…” This interview was immediately made into a “Wenger Missed Superstars Collection” by fans and went viral.

Liverpool’s Klopp said sarcastically at the press conference: “Congratulations to La Liga, you have a monster that can destroy all tactical systems in a single season.”

Tottenham’s Levy silently listed Song Wen as the top target in the summer window again, although he knew it was almost impossible.

However, for Premier League fans, their previous resentment towards Song Wen has dissipated somewhat at this moment.

On the contrary, I feel unprecedented gratitude.

After all, Song Wen is still playing for the England national team.

With a man who is regarded by people as the invincible god of football, the Three Lions seem to be the top seed to win the World Cup in Russia this year.

But outside of England, the reactions from other leagues have been nothing but panic and regret.

Paris Saint-Germain chairman Nasser was photographed smashing a champagne glass in the VIP box.

According to L’Equipe, Paris Saint-Germain sent a private jet to contact Song Wen’s agent during the winter transfer window, but the negotiations broke down because “Song Wen had to serve Neymar in a tactical position.”

“We could have formed a dual core with him and Neymar…” Director Enrique sighed during an internal meeting.

Teams such as Lyon and Marseille collectively blasted the Football Association: “Why didn’t they introduce a special talent clause in the winter window?”

Monaco owner Rebolovlev even posted a video of Song Wen’s trial at the age of 16 on social media, with the caption “We discovered the diamond a long time ago” – even though there was only a blurry substitute figure in the video.

In La Liga, where the devil is now, panic has swept everyone.

After all, for teams from other leagues, the biggest chance they have is to encounter this terrifying football monster only in the Champions League.

But they are truly shrouded in the shadow of Song Wen.

Barcelona’s locker room held a tactical meeting overnight. Pique spread out Song Wen’s running heat map on the conference table: “He was like a God’s perspective on the field.”

Valverde asked the technical department to “find at least three South American new stars with similar styles.”

Real Madrid members collectively put pressure on Florentino, demanding that Ronaldo must be sold in the summer window and Song Wen must be bought at any price.

The reactions of small and medium-sized teams were more practical: Sevilla announced an increase in the budget for special defensive training; Real Sociedad urgently recalled its defensive midfielder on loan; even the relegation team Leganes began to study the “five-man double-team tactic”.

The La Liga broadcasters are ecstatic – because the ratings of Atletico’s remaining games are expected to soar by 300%, and the offer for the broadcasting rights in China has exceeded 2 million euros.

In addition, major media and fans also began crazy interactions.

The front page of Marca listed Ronaldo’s torn No. 7 jersey next to Song Wen’s No. 17 jersey, and the headline “The Day the Throne Collapsed” prompted Real Madrid fans to burn newspapers in protest.

Mundo Deportivo used data comparison to humiliate the two heroes: Song Wen can walk on the court when he wants to, score goals when he wants to attack, and become a wall when he wants to defend. No one in history has ever achieved this level. They also said that many of Song Wen’s data on the court violated the axioms of physics, making many physicists begin to doubt life completely.

In a BBC special program, Lineker joked: “He made ‘healthy football’ a positive term.”

Atletico Madrid fans started partying straight away.

In La Liga, Atletico Madrid has always been suppressed by Barcelona and Real Madrid.

But now that Song Wen has just joined the team, he has already defeated the two La Liga dominant teams cleanly and efficiently.

At this moment, if any Atletico Madrid fan dares to say that he doesn’t like Song Wen, then other Atletico Madrid fans will immediately let him see what Atletico Madrid’s iron-bloodedness is.

Outside the Wanda Metropolitano Stadium, tens of thousands of people sang the team song until the early morning, and a photo of Chinese students holding up a “God of Literature is Coming” sign was pinned to the top of the La Liga official account.

The online community is dramatically divided: Real Madrid fans flood the forums with comments such as “referee bribery” and “Song Wen uses banned drugs”; while multilingual messages “You should retire” appear under Ronaldo’s personal account. Interestingly, a large number of neutral fans who originally belonged to the Messi and Ronaldo camp began to call themselves “Song believers”, and made his “pat on the head” to Ramos into a religious oil painting-style poster with the text “The old god is dead, the new god should be established”.

Various rumors also spread wildly on the Internet.

Mendes was photographed having a secret meeting with Juventus executives, suspected of accelerating Ronaldo’s transfer process; Nike sent representatives to Madrid overnight, rumored to have customized a “liquid metal ankle brace” for Song Wen to match his unconventional movements; the FIFA technical team was embroiled in a quarrel – a committee member proposed to create a separate “Best Defensive Forward Award” for Song Wen, and opponents denounced that “this would destroy the purity of football.”

As 442 magazine commented late at night: “This is not the victory of one person, but a supernova that has detonated the entire football ecosystem. From tonight, all rules, valuations, and tactical manuals need to be rewritten – because the first ‘four-dimensional player’ who ignores positional definitions has been born in football.”

People frequently discuss Song Wen, and at the same time, the club mentioned most is sometimes not Atletico Madrid.

Instead it was Juventus.

Because they will meet Atletico Madrid in the round of 16 of the Champions League in two days.

Fans are anxious for Juventus.

Of course, themselves too.

In the basement conference room of Juventus headquarters, crystal chandeliers cut shadows into mottled fragments.

Club president Agnelli untied his dark grey tie and had his coffee cup refilled seven times in three hours.

The projector played the slow-motion shot of Song Wen’s goal against Real Madrid in a loop. The trajectory of the elevator ball and the silhouette of Atletico Madrid’s No. 17 with his arms outstretched looked like a totem of Judgment Day in the smoke.

“Two years! I’ve said it before, it’s time for us to take action! The overall level of Serie A is now lagging behind, and you want to compete for the Champions League, but you’re content with the stability within Serie A!” Sports director Paratici slammed his fist on the oak table, waking up the medical director who was dozing in the corner. “Last year, you sent Higuain to Milan for 80 million, and this summer you spent 40 million to buy out Douglas Costa, and what’s the result? Now the whole of Europe is laughing at us!” Everyone was silent.

Head coach Allegri unbuttoned the third button of his suit and pushed the tactical board forward: “For the game the day after tomorrow, we have three plans. First, let Chiellini and Bonucci form a double chain”

“And let Song Wen tear your crotches apart like tearing toilet paper?” Youth team coach Pessotto suddenly sneered, “Look what he did to Ramos! That monster can use the Achilles tendon energy storage principle to complete inertia-free change of direction. Thermal imaging shows that his knee joint friction coefficient is 37% lower than that of normal players!”

The conference room fell into an eerie silence. Albano, the technical department director, wiped his sweat and checked the data: “Song Wen’s average sprint speed against Real Madrid reached 36.2km/h, while our defense’s average chasing speed was only

“29.7km/h.” Allegri finished for him and made a cross on his chest. “The second plan is to defend and counterattack, using the high points of Dybala and Mandzukic.”

“And then he was intercepted by Song Wen with a walking interception?” Scouting director Marotta threw out a stack of documents. “He averaged 5.3 kilometers per game in the Premier League but was able to complete 11 steals. Do you know what this means? This guy’s defensive prediction is even more abnormal than Inzaghi’s shooting sense!”

When Allegri mentioned the third set of “attrition tactics”, even the cleaning lady showed a look of pity.

“Consumption?” Club legend Piero pointed at the timer on the screen, “Have you ever watched Song Wen’s games carefully? He has always been the one who consumes others to death. I have never seen anyone successfully consume him!”

“Maybe we should consider giving up the Champions League.” Calvo’s voice was as light as if he was reading a will, “and focus on Serie A.”

“And let the shareholders watch as the stock market value evaporates by 3 billion euros?” Agnelli suddenly jumped up, and the cufflinks with the family emblem flashed a cold light.

Just as everyone was preparing to draft a “Letter to the Citizens of Turin”, U23 team data analyst Ventroni timidly raised his hand: “Is it possible that Song Wen will not play at all?”

Forty glances nailed him to the wall like scalpels.

“He just played a derby two days ago,” the young man swallowed, “Simeone said at the press conference ‘We need to consider the health management of the players'”

The air suddenly became thick.

Paratici trembled as he pulled out his phone. The latest update from Atletico Madrid’s official account was live streaming training. In the video, the owner of the No. 17 jersey was lying on a physiotherapy bed, with a bandage wrapped around his left shoulder thicker than an Egyptian mummy. “Quick! Pull up the La Liga injury report!”

Agnelli’s voice changed due to excitement. “Real Madrid had four malicious fouls against him in that game, especially the one against Ramos.”

Medical director Bernardi was instantly revived: “According to video analysis, Song Wen suffered at least 400 kilograms of impact force when fighting Ramos, and his radius was injured.”

“Even if there is no fracture, the accumulation of lactic acid in the muscles is enough to keep him out for two weeks!” Allegri pulled off his tie and laughed wildly, “We are actually scared by the specter of a possible substitute on the bench!”

The atmosphere of the meeting suddenly changed.

But at the same time it was a bit awkward.

Yes, they have been arguing here for so long that they have even forgotten the most basic things.

Not to mention that Song Wen was injured in the match against Real Madrid, even if he was not injured, he would not be able to play in the game in just two days.

“Hurry! We must score enough goals in the first away game. Give me more tactics!!!”

A heated and excited discussion began in the conference room.

And at this time Atletico Madrid Club.

Simone was scolding Song Wen loudly with red eyes.

This caused other players in the club to remain silent.

“What are you kidding? You’re going to play in the game two days later?! No! I absolutely won’t allow you to joke with me about your own body! Not to mention that this is only the top 16 of the Champions League. Even if you tell me now that the Champions League trophy is right in front of me, I won’t let you play!!”

The physiotherapy room at Atletico Madrid’s training base was filled with a strong smell of medicine.

The loud noise when Simeone kicked the door open startled the flock of pigeons outside the window. The iron-blooded coach was holding the freshly printed Champions League roster in his hand, and his knuckles turned white from excessive force.

“Do you think I’m a three-year-old kid?” Simeone threw the tablet on the physiotherapy bed. The surveillance video showed Song Wen’s extra training in the strength room half an hour ago. “The team doctor said that even raising your arm can cause bone fractures and displacements!”

Song Wen struggled to get up, the plaster hitting the metal bed frame with a dull sound: “Coach, I only need to play half the game”

“Half time?” Simeone grabbed him by the collar, his Spanish with an Argentine accent becoming unclear due to his rage. “When that bastard Ramos broke three of your bones, you didn’t even want to take anesthesia! Now you want to use this body to fight Chiellini?”

His saliva splashed on Song Wen’s face, mixed with the sour smell of Red Bull.

The footsteps of Griezmann and Godin came closer and closer in the corridor.

Song Wen suddenly started coughing violently. He held down the bleeding bandage with his left hand, and the subcutaneous bruises were faintly visible between his fingers. “If my absence causes the team to suffer…”

“Shut up!” Simone grabbed an ice pack and pressed it against his swollen knee, not noticing that Song Wen was secretly pinching his thigh to create a cold sweat. “Do you think you are Jesus? Can you save the world by carrying a cross?”

Simone and Song Wen stared at each other, and their momentum suddenly softened.

“Okay, you can save the world, but what I mean is that the world isn’t that bad right now, right? You can have a good rest. In my eyes, you are the most precious treasure. Don’t say this is only the top 16 of the Champions League. Even if you tell me now that the Champions League trophy is right in front of me, I won’t let you play!”

There was a noisy sound of equipment crashing from the locker room, and Saul and Koke were obviously eavesdropping.

Song Wen lowered his head, the shadow of his hair covering the corners of his upturned mouth.

“At least let me be on the roster to stabilize the morale of the troops.” Song Wen raised his head with a hoarse voice, his eyes red as if bleeding.

Simeone suddenly overturned the therapy cart, and the iodine bottle exploded, splashing brown blood-like marks on the floor.

When Godin rushed in, he saw Song Wen staggering to pick up the painkillers that had fallen.

“What the hell are you all standing there for?” Simeone’s roar made the glass buzz. “Tie this guy up in the stands! Send three people to keep an eye on him during the game the day after tomorrow!”

Griezmann held Song Wen’s trembling shoulders, and the Frenchman found a crescent-shaped blood mark on his palm.

When the team doctor peeled off Song Wen’s bloodstained training suit and re-bandaged it, there were gasps coming from the locker room – the interlaced old and new scars were like a strange totem, and the broken bone fragments trapped under the skin of his right shoulder glowed blue-gray under the light.

But Song Wen is not worried about these.

(End of this chapter)