Public callouts were like arguments on a forum to begin with—there was no winning or losing. It should have more or less ended there, but no one expected Old Wa to step forward at this moment.
A few months ago, Old Wa had publicly called on Morad to bring home a bronze medal. In the end, Morad was beaten badly by Xiao Fei. Once that match ended, it was as if several loud slaps had landed squarely across Old Wa's face.
The facts proved that Old Wa was not a god. He could misjudge people too. At the very least, he had failed to see Xiao Fei clearly.
From then on, Old Wa had remained quiet.
In fact, as a veteran of the table tennis world, Old Wa had always possessed excellent character and judgment. When the Hong Kong Open came around in February this year, he had taken the initiative to shoulder the blame, which had even seemed somewhat admirable.
He was an old man who had once been so glorious, then so lonely after retirement. Every now and then, he got restless from sitting around and wanted to show off a little. What was so wrong with that?
This time, when he stepped forward, he once again carried a hint of that showboating attitude.
He did not directly support Rohlskov, nor did he choose to support Cai Guodong. Supporting either side would make him look like someone entering the fray to take a side, while what he truly wanted was a more detached position as an arbiter.
He did not want to join Hong Xing, nor did he want to join Eastern Star. He wanted to be Mr. Jiang.
So he said, "Let me say something fair. Rohlskov's accusations against Wang Chao are not objective, because as everyone