Central TV did not have the rights to broadcast the Champions League, but it had also carried out a special follow-up report on Qin Xiong in the past six months. Other than not having the game broadcast, the highlights of the game, analysis, and evaluation reports were done quite well.
This helped Qin Xiong quickly increase his personal fame.
Zhan Jun told Qin Xiong that among the reporters who came to watch the game today, there were commentators from Central TV. He pointed to the reporters' work area in the stands. Qin Xiong glanced at it but did not see it clearly. Many people were busy there, so he could not tell who it was. Moreover, he did not know anyone, so he did not take it to heart.
Zhan Jun said enthusiastically, "Originally, we broadcast the Champions League finals from the headquarters' workshop in previous years. But this year, the company decided to let us broadcast the game live because you have a large number of Chinese fans in China and even in the Asian region. We want to present the game to the Chinese audience in Asia in a way that can better feel the atmosphere of the stadium."
This was also something that Zhan Jun was quite proud of. The Champions League would be broadcasted on local channels in mainland China, and ESPN's performance growth in the past six months was obvious to all. The reason was that many Chinese fans who wanted to watch the Champions League and Eredivisie games were willing to pay to watch, including many bar owners who were also actively broadcasting Qin Xiong's games to attract fans and customers.
Perhaps Qin Xiong himself did not realize how much his commercial value had soared in the past year.
He had even made a mistake in the direction of his personal economic interests!
With such a huge fan market in China, the salary he received from the team, and even if there was a team that offered him a high enough salary in the future, it might not even be half of the market income he gained from developing the off-field star effect!
Of course, Qin Xiong really did not think about these things. All his attention was purely on his football career.
Zhan Jun did not ask Qin Xiong many complicated questions. On the contrary, he asked some questions that Qin Xiong felt were very boring.
"How is Ajax's preparation?"
"Very good."
"Are you nervous now?"
"Not at all."
"Why? This is the first Champions League final in your life! "
"Because my teammates and I are confident that we will win. We are more excited than nervous."
"Okay, I wish you a good performance in the final!"
"Thank you."
"By the way, can you accept our interview after the match?"
"It depends on my mood."
Qin Xiong spat out the last three words and turned to leave.
Zhan Jun was amused by Qin Xiong's straightforwardness, but he was also excited.
Although Qin Xiong only answered a few boring questions, appearing in front of the camera and talking to him was the dream of many Chinese reporters. At the same time, this might be the first time Qin Xiong faced the camera and answered questions from China.
Zhan Jun returned to the commentator's seat and exchanged his impressions of Qin Xiong with some of his fellow China commentators. Then, he began to prepare for the game. He also had pressure on his shoulders. He knew that there would be a lot of China fans watching the live broadcast of this game. He needed to be in a better state and perform better on the spot, just like Qin Xiong!
In fact, Qin Xiong liked the media from China deep down.
Freddy had also analyzed for him. Compared to the European media, which wanted to create a topic for gimmicks, they might ambush or directly use sharp questions to make things difficult for people in the interview. If it was a small matter, it would make a fool of himself. If it was a big matter, it might cause a public relations crisis.
But the media from China was different. They were more willing to create a healthy and positive image of Qin Xiong, as if the Chinese football leader who everyone had high hopes for had a holy halo. Not only did he have to play well, but he also had to be a moral example.
No one wanted the only football star in this country to be a scumbag.
Therefore, as long as Qin Xiong himself did not make mistakes and behave badly, then basically the media from China would not take the initiative to make things difficult for him. After all, they also risked being attacked by countless Qin Xiong fans and losing their reputation.
During the break in the locker room, Comain did not give an impassioned speech. He just sat in the locker room and said to everyone, "Thank you. You have made me and countless Ajax fans proud. It is your efforts that have led us to this day, to this place. The Champions League final is a dream that many players can't achieve in ten or twenty years of hard work. We are still one step away from the end. I want to say that you are already star players. You can make your fame bigger, a little bigger! Let yourselves be proud. Let you remember today in the future and be able to proudly tell your children how brilliant your father was. Today is an important moment for you to work hard to win something for yourselves. Go back with a trophy and a championship medal around your neck as a reward for your hard work over the season. Ajax's history will be created by you today. The history of European football will be written by you today! "
The players nodded repeatedly after listening, including Qin Xiong.
After the artistic performance in the stadium came to an end, the players stood up collectively. Everyone did not look at each other again. At this time, every member of the team regarded themselves as the protagonists!
The makers of history!
Standing in line in the players' tunnel, Qin Xiong did not look at the Porto players next to him. He turned his head and looked down at the little ball boy next to him.
The little girl next to him was not well-behaved at all.
She stared straight at Van Der Vaart at the front of the team, then pulled Qin Xiong's hand, raised her head and said to Qin Xiong, "Excuse me, can you help me get a signed jersey from Rafael?"
Qin Xiong did not know what his expression looked like for a moment.
He took the little girl's hand and walked to the front of the team. He called out to Van Der Vaart. The Dutch golden boy turned his head and asked, "What's the matter?"
Qin Xiong pointed to the female ball boy he was holding hands with and said, "She's your fan. Give her a signed jersey."
Van Der Vaart immediately showed a flashy smile and promised at once. Then he resumed his solemn and serious expression.
Qin Xiong walked back to his position. The female ball boy smiled and praised Qin Xiong.
Qin Xiong closed his eyes and smiled.
He wasn't nervous to begin with, but now, he couldn't even be serious anymore!
The referee turned back to count the number of players to ensure that both teams' starting players were in place. Then he led the players from both teams into the stadium with his colleagues from the referee team.
The Estadio Schalke stadium was noisy at the moment.
The fans of Ajax and FC Porto were on equal footing in the stands. Flags fluttered in various areas of the stands. The battle between the red and the blue was about to begin.
Qin Xiong saw the manager of FC Porto. It was the first time he had seen the famous manager in Europe up close in real life. It was quite impressive.
He was young and gentle, dressed in a suit and leather shoes. He was also a little handsome, especially when he stood on the sidelines with a serious look on his face. It was as if he was trying to be cool.
After retracting his gaze, Qin Xiong and his teammates passed by the Champions League trophy on the sidelines!
Qin Xiong could not help but swallow. He was a little excited.
This was the largest trophy he had ever seen. It was visually stunning, and it symbolized supreme glory!
After swallowing, he gritted his teeth again. A sneer that no one knew about appeared at the corner of his mouth. It disappeared in a flash.
His ambition swelled like never before!
That trophy!
I like it!
I'll give it everything. I want it!
The blood in his body began to boil. Even if he was standing on the field with his hands behind his back for the kickoff ceremony of the Champions League final, Qin Xiong himself did not notice that his momentum was quietly changing.
Confidence, fearlessness, strength, wildness!
After the kickoff ceremony, Qin Xiong was suddenly stopped by someone.
It was Snede, who was standing next to him.
When the little ball boy ran out, he stopped Qin Xiong and whispered to Qin Xiong, "I feel so nervous now. My heart is trembling. It's strange. Ever since I entered the field and saw that trophy, I couldn't help feeling nervous."
Qin Xiong heard that and looked at Snede, whose eyes were twinkling. He pressed his hands on Snede's shoulders and lowered his head slightly to touch his forehead with Snede. Snede also naturally pressed his hands on Qin Xiong's shoulders.
Qin Xiong closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "That's not nervousness, Qin Xiong. That's excitement! Not many people believe that we can come here. We are here. Not many people believe that we, who are not even 20 years old, can bring home the trophy. We will tell the world that we don't need other people's affirmation. Growing up, I'm tired of people saying that I can't do it, that I'm not good enough, that I'm still young, that I shouldn't do this kind of thing, don't do that kind of thing. Now, I'm standing up. In this world, there's a place for you and me. That's not enough, not enough. Why do we have to walk the path that 99% of the players have walked? You're the only one, and I'm the only one! Why do we have to walk the path of ordinary people? No! Since we're not ordinary, we have to walk our own path! Let me tell you! That trophy belongs to us! We are the arrogant geniuses of the Jax Empire who don't want to be associated with ordinary people! "
Before the game started, the audience's eyes were locked on Qin Xiong and Snede.
It looked like they were doing some kind of prayer ceremony.
However, when the camera zoomed in and saw Qin Xiong's ostentatious but sinister smile, and Snede's grin, the scene was extremely strange.
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