Chapter 364: Communicate
Winning a crucial victory made everyone at Real Madrid ecstatic, and the mood among the home fans at the Bernabéu Stadium was no different. Most of them hadn't left yet, standing up one by one to salute the heroes on the field.
"Let's go, let's go thank the fans together," Raúl proposed as usual, and naturally, everyone agreed. They walked to the edge of the field, lined up, and bowed to the stands, eliciting even more enthusiastic applause and cheers.
When all the players had left the field, these fans reluctantly departed from the Bernabéu, but they didn't immediately go home. Instead, they found various taverns to continue celebrating the victory until the early hours of the next day.
Passing through the mixed interview zone, Wang Feng remained the focus of reporters' attention. Jenny Philsing from Madrid TV was a familiar face, and she handed the microphone to the Chinese superstar before anyone else. "Wang, although Real Madrid won a big victory in this game, you only scored one goal. How do you feel about this?"
Wang Feng shrugged with a smile. "Come on, what do you mean 'only one goal'? The team won, and I scored a goal. Of course, I'm very happy."
Philsing followed up, "Yes, that's true. In the first three rounds of last season, you scored six goals, but this season so far, you've only scored two, and you're behind Mallorca's Gueyes on the scoring charts. So, we're curious about your thoughts on this."
"Well, I've emphasized many times that the team's victory is my goal. I want to score goals to achieve this goal, not just for statistics. Of course, I'm disappointed that I didn't score in the last round to help the team reverse the situation. My performance in the first three rounds is indeed worse than last season."
"But as Mr. Coach Schuster said, the league is still long, and I hope to contribute even better performances to the team in the future."
Philsing nodded. "Actually, we can see that you could have scored more goals in this game. For example, for Real Madrid's third goal, you could have shot directly after shaking off the defense, but you passed it to Robben instead. What was the thinking behind that? Were you considering taking care of the new players and hoping they would integrate into the team quickly?"
"No, no, no, you've misunderstood. At that time, I didn't think my shooting success rate was high, and Robben was in a better position, so I passed it to him. And he didn't disappoint with the chance I created."
"There's no such thing as someone taking care of someone else in Real Madrid. Everyone is a very talented player, and everyone can independently bring out their maximum abilities. I have great confidence in this lineup and believe that it will achieve even greater glory."
After answering a few more questions, Wang Feng was finally allowed to leave by the reporters. When he returned to the dressing room, his teammates, who were quick on their feet, had already showered and changed into new clothes.
"The darling of the media always has to pay a little price, right?" Ramos joked. "Fortunately, we don't have to attend the post-match press conference today, or I would really be exhausted." Wang Feng stuck out his tongue.
Guti, wiping his golden hair, walked into the dressing room at this time. "Guys, let's celebrate the victory tonight. How about the usual place?"
Wang Feng waved his hand. "I'll pass. I'll go home to accompany my wife tonight." Everyone smiled knowingly. Raúl also chimed in, "I won't go either. My youngest son is still waiting for me to take care of him at home."
Seeing the two big shots in the team speaking, Robben quickly said, "I also want to go home first. Next time, there will be more opportunities for celebration."
"Hey hey, is the husband's quotient in our locker room a bit too high?" Guti joked, and Robben, like Wang Feng, got married to his longtime sweetheart earlier this year. The two of them are still inseparable.
"Wesley, what about you?" he asked Sneijder. "No problem, I think I don't need to go home so early. Haha."
"Great, who else wants to go together? Let's celebrate tonight."
Raúl reminded them not to play too late. They still had to fly to Bremen to play against Werder Bremen in the UEFA Champions League group stage in the middle of the week. Finally, everyone dispersed, going home or celebrating.
The next day at noon, the team regrouped and flew to Germany. After about three hours of flight, they successfully landed at Bremen City Airport.
This is an airport close to the city center, connected to Bremen's road network by several streets. Highways, trams, and long-distance buses can quickly reach various areas of the city.
The Real Madrid team naturally went to a five-star hotel near the Weser Stadium by special car, which would be more convenient for them to familiarize themselves with the venue.
Different from the tense Champions League knockout matches, although the coaching staff valued it, the rules were not so strict. After the players arrived at the hotel, they could move freely until the day of the match when they would have a closed-door training session.
Different from the enthusiastic Netherlands and unrestrained France, leisure places in Germany are relatively few. Therefore, everyone was not very interested in going out to play at night but chose to stay in the hotel to rest.
The Chinese superstar had to attend an invitation. Dong Fangzhuo came from Munich to Bremen specifically to watch Real Madrid's match and wanted to have a chat with Wang Feng. Bayern was on vacation because they didn't have a Champions League match, and they would regroup two days before the weekend match.
"Are you still adapting to the environment in the Bundesliga?" Wang Feng asked while drinking orange juice in a Western-style restaurant in Bremen. Dong Fangzhuo looked a little embarrassed and said with a wry smile, "To be honest, I'm still not used to it."
Language is a big barrier. He is best at Dutch, and he can't even speak English fluently. But there are many local players in Bayern, and the main language in the team is still German. Therefore, daily conversations are quite difficult, and it will take more time to integrate into the environment.
"Up to now, the only players I'm relatively familiar with are Schweinsteiger and Podolski. I don't really talk to the others."
Wang Feng comforted him, "It's normal to feel like a stranger at first. Like our Dutch winger Robben in the team, it took him more than a month to integrate a little. Even now, he still doesn't speak Spanish fluently, but he's still making efforts and even signed up for Spanish lessons."
"But excellent performances can indeed help you quickly build trust with your teammates. How about now? What's your position in Bayern? Do you have a chance to secure a starting position?"
Dong Fangzhuo hesitated, "I'm not sure either. The club introduced several forwards in the summer, and Coach Hitzfeld is constantly adjusting the lineup, looking for the best combination."
"I only played 60 minutes in the first three rounds of the match, without any outstanding performance. Moreover, the technical level of the Bundesliga is much higher than that of the Eredivisie, and it seems that the striker competing with me, Klose, is more favored."
Wang Feng frowned. He is quite familiar with Klose, who performed very well in the semi-finals of the World Cup last year against China and Germany. He won the Bundesliga's Best Player during his time at Werder Bremen and is a local player. It can be said that it's very difficult for Dong Fangzhuo to compete with him for a position.
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