The post-game press conference will be held in the press hall of Stade des Alpes.
Grenoble's head coach Mehmed·Bazdarevic arrived five minutes later than usual. When he walked into the press hall, the expression on his face was very complicated - not angry, not frustrated, but a helpless feeling of "I did everything I could, but I still lost."
Fernandez is already sitting in his seat, with a bottle of water and two cups on the table in front of him.
Bazdarevic sat down, three empty seats away from Fernandez.
The reporters had been impatient for a long time and put the first question directly to Bazdarevic.
"Mr. Bazdarevic, your team once led three to one in today's game, but was eventually reversed five to three by Auxerre. Where do you think the turning point was?"
Bazdarevic was silent for two seconds.
"The turning point is not in tactics," he said. "The turning point is in the person."
He didn't say the name "Zhang Kuang", but everyone knew who he was talking about.
"We executed perfect tactics in the first half. We locked down Auxerre's midfield, we controlled the rhythm of the game, and we scored three goals. When we were leading 3-1, I was thinking - we have a chance to win this game."
He paused.
"Then Zhang Kuang used a 40-meter long shot to make the score three to two. Then he used a long-distance run from his own penalty area to make the score three to three. Then in the second half, he used a diving header and an assist to make the score five to three."
His voice was calm, but every word carried a deep sense of powerlessness.
"Our tactics were successful. We froze Pedretti, we broke Auxerre's defense, and we scored three goals in the first half. But--"
He looked at the reporters.
"Auxerre has world-class stars. Grenoble does not. Our tactics can limit Auxerre as a whole, but they cannot limit Zhang Kuang. He is not a Ligue 1-level player, he is a world-class player. We did not lose to Auxerre, we lost to Chinese Zhang."
There was a low discussion in the audience.
A France reporter raised his hand. "Mr. Bazdarevic, you said Zhang Kuang is world-class. Do you think he can gain a foothold in a wealthy club?"
Bazdarevic smiled, with a hint of bitterness in that smile.
"Sir, are you asking this question well? Zhang Kuang is a world-class player. Are you saying that he doesn't have the ability to gain a foothold in a wealthy club?"
There was a pause.
"I wouldn't be surprised if Auxerre can't keep him this summer. Real Madrid, Barcelona, Manchester United, AC Milan -- the scouts from these teams are definitely watching this game today. If they don't, they'll regret it."
Reporters turned to Fernandez.
"Mr. Fernandez, how would you rate Zhang Kuang's performance today?"
Fernandez picked up the water glass, took a sip, and said something expressionlessly that no one expected.
"Normal level."
There was a burst of laughter from the audience.
"I'm not kidding." Fernandez put down the water glass, "I've said it many times, Zhang Kuang has such strength. The things he showed on the court - long shots, headers, dribbling, breakthroughs, passes - he has done all of them in training.
You haven't seen it before because the team didn't need him to do it. Today the team needed it and he did it. It's that simple."
"You mean - his dribbling skills have always been so good? It's just that he didn't show it before?" a United Kingdom reporter asked.
Fernandez glanced at the reporter.
"I don't comment on the technical details of the players. I can only tell you that Zhang Kuang has demonstrated much more skills in training than you have seen in the game."
The reporters looked at each other.
This answer is too cunning - it neither denies the possibility that "Zhang Kuang's dribbling skills were only developed recently" nor affirms the statement that "he has always been this strong".
"So do you think he is more suitable to play center or winger?" another reporter asked.
Fernandez thought for a while, "He is suitable to play as a forward. The position of a forward is-where the ball is, he will be there."
The reporters in the audience laughed - these words were too philosophical, but coming from Fernandez's mouth, it made people feel that they were not pretentious.
"The last question." Fernandez stood up, "Zhang Kuang performed very well today, but what I want to say is - football is a sport of eleven people. Auxerre won today not just because of Zhang Kuang alone.
Every one of my players made a contribution. In the second half, our defense was solid, our tactics were well executed, and our physical fitness was better than our opponents. None of this can be done by one person."
Bazdarevic was listening nearby, with the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.
A movement of eleven?
He looked at Fernandez, then at the reporters, but finally said nothing.
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At 8:30 in the evening, Zhang Kuang came to the hotel agreed with Marina, and when he knocked on her door, Marina couldn't wait to eat Zhang Kuang. After chewing for a while, they left.
Zhang Kuang:"How are you going to satisfy me?"
Marina smiled, "I hired foreign aid, and there were still three."
Zhang Kuang:"..."
Zhang Kuang was shocked. He didn't expect that Marina would dare to play this kind of game and even ask for foreign aid.
Marina: "What? Don't you like it? Don't worry, they are prettier than the four girls you found last time. These girls are the new favorites of France and Italy's football reporters. They have good figures and good faces, and they want to challenge you in bed."
Honey, if I couldn't handle it alone, I wouldn't share it with them."
Zhang Kuang spread his hands. "I will listen to your arrangement."
"Hmm, then come in, they are ready too."
Zhang Kuang walked into this executive suite hotel room, and there were three very lovely long-legged beauties sitting on the sofa in the living room. They were dressed coolly, had charming playing styles, and beautiful faces.
Marina: "Sisters, Zhang is here. Come, let me introduce you to him. Zhang, this is Camille Selvi. My colleague also works at TF1. I have wanted to meet you for a long time."
Zhang Kuang stretched out his hand to shake it, but Camille·Selvey opened his arms and gave Zhang Kuang a hug, letting Zhang Kuang feel that her capital is indeed strong.
"Zhang, I like you very much. I'm so excited to get along with you."
Zhang Kuang patted her butt and smiled, "Don't be nervous."
Marina: "Zhang, this is Lucy·Divale, RMC Sport Radio's football reporter."
After Lucy stood up, Zhang Kuang saw a more capable and generous style.
"Hello, Lucy."
"Zhang, you look very handsome and meet my requirements. If you treat me hard tonight, I will like you even more."
Zhang Kuang hugged her and said, "Just don't beg for mercy."
Marina pointed to the last one and introduced, "This beauty comes from Italy, a beautiful reporter from Sky Sport Italia, Gilia·Léo Tower."
"Hello, beautiful Ms. Italy, nice to meet you."
"Hello, Zhang, I'm very happy too. Okay, the introductions are over. If you have anything to say, please wait until it's over. What do you think?"
Gilia·Léo Tower suggested.
Zhang Kuang:"Are you in such a hurry?"
"Yes, it's urgent!"