As we all know, in any field, gaming with reporters is a must-have skill. Football is no exception.
For example, Peyton Manning and Tom Brady, these two top quarterbacks are both old foxes. After playing in the league for many years, they are smooth and official, polite and rigorous, and almost watertight.
Da Manning's reporters always answer modestly and politely, advance and retreat appropriately, and are personable. Any sharp topic will become an official response elaboration meeting. Not only is it rigid and regular, but the dedicated and dedicated professionalism is often difficult to provoke. The topic and the answers are so boring that it makes you want to commit suicide.
Brady, on the other hand, is always vague. When he encounters a slightly sensitive topic, he will show his trademark smile, change the topic randomly, or pretend to be crazy and pretend not to understand the topic, and then perfunctorily say The official response was such that talk shows often ridiculed Brady, "trying to kill all reporters who ask questions with his handsome charm."
In addition to them, there are also thorns like Marshawn Lynch, a non-violent non-cooperation movement, who solved five problems in seven words, which can be called a league legend; Richard Sherman, Michael Crabtree Such a big talker, who unscrupulously speaks out in every interview, simply scolding anyone; and such a proud man like Cam Newton, no matter what questions the reporter asks, he answers according to his own ideas, and is completely wrong. …
Now, another Lu Ke has appeared in the alliance.
Wise and humorous, cunning and astute, decent and sharp, impeccable in his official responses, ruthless in his appropriate taunts, occasionally employing humor, and most importantly, crisp and clear in his powerful counterattacks.
In the confrontation between reporters and Lu Ke, the latter often has the upper hand. The reporter can fall into a trap with a simple understatement, and it is also a trap that breaks his teeth and swallows him. This makes every interview frustrating, but also thrilling.
There are endless topics, and it will never be boring, but you can always take the initiative in your own hands.
Obviously, not only for rugby games, but also for reporters, the emergence of this Chinese-American player has really broken many prejudices-Asian groups are not necessarily rigid and boring, they can also be humorous, They can also be sociable, and they can also be forceful and sharp.
From this perspective, the emergence of Lu Ke has truly changed the current situation of the alliance.
While looking at each other, the reporters finally made a choice, completely giving up on the sensitive topics that intensified the conflict, and calmly accepted the fact that this Chinese-American quarterback did occupy a place in the league, no matter what Whether people like it or not, regardless of the existence of prejudice, he can win the game and that is the most important thing.
After experiencing this Monday Night Game, the concept finally began to fundamentally shake.
"Bambi, may I ask, do you have any special thoughts about Charles Davis' bet?" Among the reporters, another focus was raised. This was different from Richard Sherman. This was originally It's one of the hottest topics of the past two weeks, and one of the focal points throughout the entire season.
Now, after defeating the Pittsburgh Steelers at home, with the last two games left before the end of the regular season, all debates can be put to rest for the time being.
This time, Lu Ke did not forget Charles. He shrugged with a smile, "No, there is no special idea. It's just that maybe this week the audience can finally accept some more professional opinions. This is a good thing, isn't it?"
Sure enough, he took action when it was time to take action. A simple and clear but ironic answer immediately ignited the enthusiasm of the reporters. Now they can brainstorm a thousand-word article to push the grudge between Lu Ke and Charles to its peak, and then The two are completely at odds with each other - is this regular season coming to an end? It doesn't matter, there are still playoffs and next season.
Next, the show is about to begin!
…
Lu Ke, who was at the Candlestick Stadium, was surrounded by countless reporters, and the noisy carnival celebrations with gongs and drums ringing in the sky completely ignited the excitement of the night; while Charles, who was staying alone at home, was on the verge of going berserk, and the whole room was cold and cold. The room was in a mess, but he still couldn't calm down the raging emotions and rage.
The whole house was like a tornado passing through. The floor was covered with corpses of furniture and electrical appliances. Even the TV screen had been completely smashed. Broken flower pots had overturned the soil all over the floor. There were even more broken glass fragments and broken books. The ground was covered with feathers and couldn't be cleaned up. Every corner was frightening, and I couldn't even find a place to stay.
However, the overwhelming anger still did not subside.
How can it be? How could it be possible to lose the game? How could the Pittsburgh Steelers suffer a last-minute comeback? The defensive team played so well today, and was in good shape almost throughout the game. They made no mistakes, but they faced the outcome of losing?
How could it be possible to lose the bet, and just one step away from victory, witnessing the reversal of Lu Ke's heroic feat, and losing the bet in such a shameful and collapsed way? How could it be possible?
Shame, this is a shame, a grand shame!
Just imagining the touchdown at the last moment and the two-point conversion at the last moment in his mind, he was completely plunged into unparalleled anger. He regardless of lifting a heavy object next to him, smashed it hard again. He moved toward the wall, and there was a muffled sound. Then he noticed that it was a single-seat beanbag, and he began to breathe heavily.
"Ding dong".
The sudden doorbell sounded like the midnight bell in a horror movie, echoing in the empty hall and immediately making the hairs on Charles' body stand on end.
It was already late at night.
The community where Charles lives is a purely residential high-end community with no entertainment facilities and no young people's parties. You have to drive even to go to the supermarket. It enters the dead of night after ten o'clock. After living here for so many years, no one has ever come to visit me after nightfall.
But now, suddenly someone rings the doorbell?
This is really weird!
Charles froze on the spot, horrified and motionless. Even his eyeballs were completely frozen. The blood that was surging and boiling a moment ago solidified into ice in an instant. He listened carefully to the sounds in the silence. Then, "bang bang bang", the sound of fists hitting the door panel exploded, empty and lonely echoing in the cold air, and the heart curled up involuntarily.
Then, the sound disappeared, leaving only a trace of tail sound remaining in the air.
Everything was so abnormal. Just when Charles thought the voice had finally disappeared, a shout came over, "Charles? Charles Davis?" A voice started, followed by several overlapping voices, and finally a loud voice. There was a din, "Charles? Charles? I know you're in there!"
Charles turned his head in a panic, and he could clearly see a large number of figures appearing in his backyard, looking for a way in, and then a term came to his mind: reporter.
Or rather, paparazzi.
"Charles? Charles! The 49ers won the game, what do you think?"
"Ke Lu defeated the Steelers led by Roethlisberger this week, you lost your bet!"
"Pittsburgh fought until the end, but they still lost the game, what do you think?"
"You lost the bet again. Do you still think that Lu Ke is not a qualified quarterback?"
"Some people accuse you of being biased against Lu Ke because of race/ethnicity/discrimination. What do you want to respond to?"
"Charles, you can't hide forever, come out and be interviewed!"
"Charles! Charles! Charles!"
…
The shouts were superimposed one after another, continuous and roaring, like a curse, echoing in the empty room for a long time, violently surging on the eardrums, everywhere, instantly surrounding Charles, not only The house has been swept by a tornado, and the entire brain has also experienced the ravages of a tornado.
Paparazzi, damn paparazzi, all-pervasive paparazzi.
In his sight, Charles could vaguely see seven or eight figures exploring the backyard. He could also see other figures invading his territory bit by bit. The fear of being surrounded on all sides and ambushed on all sides was like a tidal wave. It usually rolls in, instantly covering the top of your head, and then you fall into suffocating fear and panic.
"Bang bang bang", the sound of banging on the door panel came again, but this time it was not the door, but the sliding door of the French window in the backyard. Three paparazzi were banging on the sliding door like a savage beast, and then the flash started to light up. Like streaks of lightning sliding across the sky, thunder rumbled.
Charles reflexively began to run for his life, turned around and fled into his master bedroom. He first locked the door, and then blocked the door with a desk, but this was not enough. He just blocked everything that could be seen in his sight. They were all piled up on one side of the door panel, and they hurriedly huddled in the corner, groping randomly in their pockets, but couldn't find their phones.
Then he realized that the phone had been smashed just now.
I randomly found the landline phone on the bedside table and quickly dialed 911. I huddled in the corner, shivering, and my whole body was almost soaked with sweat. "Bang bang bang", "bang bang bang", the knocking on the door became louder and louder. , became more and more fierce, and the thin door panel seemed to be shattered at any time. Finally, Charles couldn't bear it anymore and roared crazily into the microphone, "Help! Help! Help!"
This is a nightmare, a nightmare that he cannot wake up from. Charles never imagined that one day he would be forced into a corner by the paparazzi, with nowhere to escape, and he would call the police in embarrassment for help.
What’s even more terrifying is that this nightmare still has no end in sight, like falling into an ice cellar.
