six finger demon

Chapter 457 What's wrong with Tom

Chapter 457 What's wrong with Tom

"Tom." Hearing Tang Wu's name, Benitez murmured subconsciously.

Eh?

No, why did she ask about TOM instead of the referee?

Benitez paused for a moment and then looked at the media in the audience. Even the sports reporters from Milan, Rome, and Turin all looked forward to this question.

Quite a few people were sitting upright, with earphones plugged in their ears, pens and notebooks in both hands, ready to record everything Benitez answered.

"Don't they just want to know the latest news about TOM?" Capello looked confused.He didn't understand why even the Italian journalists didn't care about the unfair treatment Juventus received in this game.

"The news of TOM is much more important than this game." Piero on the side took advantage of the time to drink water, leaning against Capello in a low voice, "For those media, which news is more important, they It's still clear."

"Well, I underestimated TOM!" Capello also took advantage of the opportunity to drink water, turned his head and whispered to Piero.

"Eh TOM, he should be fine."

Just as Bei Tu organized his words and said something, he was interrupted by a reporter again.

"Sorry, Mr. Benitez. What are you supposed to mean? Is it possible that Tom is in a bad situation right now?"

"No, oh no, no, no, of course not!" Hearing that someone in the audience was so aggressive, the Bebald Alliance shook his head and waved his hands.

"I said Tom was fine because he just had a low-grade fever and that's why I took him off at half-time."

"It's really just a low-grade fever?" The male reporter who interrupted Bei Bald just now reconfirmed.

"That's right, I must have just a low-grade fever." Benitez said firmly.

Looking at the reporters below who began to take notes hard, Benitez muttered in his heart: "So far, I am sure that TOM has a low-grade fever."

"So when is Tom expected to recover? Will he catch up with Chelsea in a few days' time?" Fontana asked again.

You said that you are an Italian reporter, why do you care about our Premier League?

Tucao returned to Tucao, after finding that other reporters did not show dissatisfaction because Fontana asked questions before them, Benitez coughed a few times, and said in an official tone: "I don't know, after all. Tom's low-grade fever was so sudden."

"After the game is over, we will do a thorough body check for Tom, and then judge whether he is capable of starting in the next game based on his physical condition."

It's just a low-grade fever. With Tang Wu's physical fitness, even if he doesn't take injections or medicine, it will pass in two days, so Bei Bald is not worried.

But years of coaching experience told him that he should not speak too much, especially in front of these reporters who are good at catching rumors and making groundless rumors.

After playing in a bureaucratic tone for a while, Benitez only felt a little thirsty in his throat, presumably he shouted from the sidelines during the game.

So he stretched out his hand and unscrewed the mineral water bottle, raised his head and took a sip.

At this moment, a Liverpool staff member hurried into the press conference and whispered something into Beitu's ear.

puff!

Beitu, who was still drinking water just now, spit out a mouthful of water when he heard half of it, ignoring the choked trachea and whispered: "What did you say?"

"Coach, you heard it right, it's true." The assistant coach glanced at the reporters in the audience, gave Beitu another wink, and then tightly closed his mouth.

"Fack!" Beitu yelled, immediately stood up and followed the assistant, and hurried out of the press conference.

With Beitu's departure, the entire press conference exploded.

A few knowledgeable media hurriedly sent people to follow, and those reporters who were a little slow to respond also picked up their equipment and hurried out of the press conference hall.

Looking at the few remaining reporters at the press conference, Gerrard took the microphone: "Ahem, who else wants to ask questions?"

"Hey Steven, you have to tell me the truth today, what happened to Tom!" shouted one of the remaining "Echo" reporters standing up.

This is their territory, and naturally more reporters are sent to Liverpool than other media.

"To be honest, I don't know either." Gerrard smiled wryly. "As far as I know, Don just had a low-grade fever. He was joking with us during the intermission, so I think he There is nothing serious about her body."

"Then why did Benitez suddenly run out just now?"

"Maybe it's something going on at the boss's house, I'm not sure."

Although Gerald seemed to be able to cope with it more than enough on the surface, he was actually very worried in his heart.

What happened to Tang Wu?

Looking at Benitez's appearance just now, it doesn't look like something is going on at home.

For a head coach, what happened to the main players he valued would cause him to be so panicked.

In the player tunnel, there were noisy footsteps behind him.

Bei Tu knew that it was the reporter who followed, but he didn't have the heart to think about it.

"Paco, how is Tom?"

"The situation is not very good." Paco looked serious. "When we returned to the locker room, we found that TOM was sleeping on the floor, and we couldn't wake him up no matter how we called him. Moreover, his temperature was very high."

"Very high? Falk! Felix and the others, what are they eating? Why did TOM's body temperature rise in just a few 10 minutes?"

"I'm not very clear about this." Paco looked helpless, "Everyone went to watch the game, and only Tom stayed in the locker room, so..."

"So you don't even know when he passed out, do you?"

Facing the fury of the head coach, Paco did not speak a few words this time.

It was not his responsibility, but Beitu needed an outlet at this time.

Before opening the locker room door, Beitu's voice sounded.

"Where's Tom? How's Tom?"

There were only a few substitute players left in the locker room, and Pangele flinched and said, "TOM was just picked up by an ambulance."

"Fack!" Beitu cursed, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Paco on the side also looked helpless, he couldn't let those reporters see Tang Wu's appearance at this time.

"Stop talking, let's go to the hospital quickly."

Beitu was just dazzled by anger, and after thinking about it for a while, he figured out what was going on, turned around and opened the door of the dressing room and walked out.

As soon as the door opened, a large group of reporters with microphones and notebooks poured outside.

The reporters in the front row immediately put the microphone in front of Beitu, and the reporters in the back row looked around the dressing room with their feet up, hoping to see something from the Liverpool dressing room.

"Mr. Benitez, what happened?" Fontana, the leader, looked serious.

"What the hell happened? How did you come here? Where's the security guard? Go away, this is not where you should be!"

"That's right, Mr. Benitez." Fontana said neither humble nor overbearing, "It stands to reason that reporters are not allowed to come to the player's locker room without permission, but the head coach will not leave the field at the press conference after the game for no reason, right? Is it?"

Bei Tu was almost choked by Fontana's words, but in order to get Tang Wu's first-hand information as soon as possible, he patiently pushed away the people who stood in front of him, "It's nothing, I just have some private matters, please Get out of the way!"

"Excuse me, Mr. Benitez, is it about Tom's condition?"

"Is Tom's condition getting worse?"

"What the hell happened to Tom?"

The reporters in the back row shouted.

Fontana thought for a moment, then turned to get out of the way of the shellfish who were squeezing outward.

The assistant on the side whispered: "Why did you let him go? Maybe he will say something!"

"Idiot!" Fontana rolled her eyes at the assistant, "Listen to what he said, why don't you follow him to see something!"

(End of this chapter)