Tak, tap, tap, tap.

The sound of leather shoes hitting the ground slowly appeared. In the press room, Song Shiwan moved forward step by step as if he was returning the pressure to McLaren bit by bit.

When McLaren saw that the assistant coach he mentioned just now appeared in front of him so quickly, he was obviously a little uncomfortable. He completely forgot that he was pressing step by step just now, and he just looked at Song Shiwan blankly.

"Before I talk about my reasons, there are some things I want to explain. I think we should not talk about Spain and Portugal at all. Who are you Spanish or Portuguese? What is the relationship between these two countries and English football? Or is this a history class??"

Oliley suddenly realized, yes, why did he follow such idiotic questions? Isn’t it enough to just kill this topic!

"Now, I give you the reason why Leeds will definitely defeat Middlesbrough!" Song Shiwan reached out to touch his suit pocket, took out a black calculator, and while his hands kept tapping on it, he was also moving forward: "Start with the past five seasons, the rankings of Leeds in the league standings in the past are 11, 5, 4, 3, 4, respectively; Middlesbrough is 12, 17, 9, 13, 17. History has proved that Middlesbrough has never surpassed Leeds in league rankings in the past. Under such a standings, uh, I don't quite understand, who gave you the courage to shout today?"

"Next, looking at the results of Leeds' last five games in the Premier League this season, Leeds' results were 3:4 to Newcastle, 0:3 away from Bolton, 0:1 away from Southampton, 3:0 away from West Ham, 3:1 away from Newcastle, 3:1 away from Newcastle, 3:1 away from Newcastle, 3:1 away from Newcastle, 3:1 away from Arsenal, 2:1 away from Everton, 1:1 away from Fulham, 1:1 away from Bolton, 1:1 away from Bolton, 1:1 away from Bolton, even if you finish the results of the match against Arsenal, your winning rate is less than 25%, but your defeat rate is more than 50%!"

McLaren's face began to look ugly. These data are facts that he could not change. These five games were five games from December 22, 2001 to today. He couldn't find a reason to defend himself. After all, Song Shiwan's calculation of the winning rate was still so low. So what else could he say?

"Do you still use the historical confrontation record between Middlesbrough and Leeds? Mr. McLaren! The last ten confrontations of Leeds have 3 wins, 6 draws and 1 loss with Middlesbrough. All home and away games are included, and you only won one game! You can also say that the historical confrontation record and the data I mentioned do not represent anything. After all, miracles will happen at any time in any era and at any time. Middlesbrough is not without stars. Stars only have a flash... Oh, this seems to be another reason why Leeds will win!"

"Middlesburg's lineup is indeed good. The former Yugoslav forward Boksic, who was born in 1970, was standing on the front line. Paul Ins, the first black captain of England, who was born in 1967, stood on the midfield. Southgate, who was born in 1970, stood on the back line. Schwarzer, who was born in 1972, was still frizzy. If Schwarzer had not temporarily withdrawn from the national team to choose to concentrate on playing for Middlesbrough, he would probably be ten times worse than he is now!"

"Look, look at the starlight in Middlesbrough from the midfield to the back line!" This irony is too scammed, and Middlesbrough is just a few stars who can make a move.

Oliley suddenly discovered that Song Shiwan had another purpose, which was to bring him to the press conference and he could not bear anyone's sarcasm!

The eyes of all the reporters were completely attracted by Song Shiwan. Everyone was a little confused. Why did the Leeds assistant coach who was honest in the media, who was with the data, did not speak much, and only took action when he was too impatient to force him to suddenly have such a powerful verbal slut?

Wait, who can let Song Shiwan say something just now? The reporters who always thought that there was nothing to watch at this press conference had no time to record it. The series of data floated past in front of them and couldn't come back, as if they only found out that they had made the wrong bet after betting on the ball, and the banknotes in the bank account disappeared!

"Mr. Oliley, based on the data I just mentioned, how many ways do you have to kill Middlesbrough?" Song Shiwan blinked at Oliley.

Ollillie seized the opportunity to avenge her and opened her mouth and responded directly: "We can let..." Just as everyone's eyes were re-concentrated on Ollillie, Ollillie said in the same tune - McLaren: "Mr. McLaren, just like you never told me what the Industrial Revolution had to do with Middlesbrough, why should I tell you my tactics?"

McLaren almost broke his waist, and his whole body felt like he was stuffed into his throat with an oversized burger that was stuck in his throat without water. He couldn't get up or down. It was so uncomfortable that his face suddenly turned red!

Song Shiwan asked at McLaren: "Mr. McLaren, why are you staring at my head coach? If you want to refute, you have to give us a reason, right? Could it be that you should also be like me, one is not enough, and give us five?"

"Song!" Ollillie stood up and sorted out his clothes and said, "We don't seem to have much time to listen to those bullshit reasons. I only believe that defeating our opponents on the court is the arrogant capital. Should we go back and formulate tactics?"

Song Shiwan took back his calculator. He didn't think much of it just now. He was just used to holding the calculator in his hand and said, "Okay, dear media friends, Mr. McLaren, we will say goodbye."

When the two left in the passage in the press room of the Riverside Stadium, the whole scene was stunned. Almost everyone was thinking about the Leeds reinforcements just now. This guy named Song was simply a super computer! Otherwise, who would remember so much data and could quickly convert the data into probability, and use probability to prove the result?

Outside the press room, Ollie and Song Shiwan walked out, Ollie asked, "Why are you here?" Then he asked and answered, "I understand, no one in England except me, except me!"

Song Shiwan turned his head and shrugged and said, "Stop it! If this is the best way to stop it! I just don't want to hear Dave and his wife complaining to me in turn, saying that a disgusting person vomited from the sofa to the toilet. If they hadn't stopped him, the guy would have almost flipped down the balcony."

"Is that true? Is that true?" Invisibly, the relationship between Song Shiwan and Olilay seemed to have reached a level, entering a very subtle stage of being both a teacher and a friend.

"But, thank you, Dave told me about your handling of Lee Bowyer, thank you."

"Dave is looking for you?"

"Yes, you vomited Dave and called me once last night, fourteen times in total. Today, when you got on the bus, Dave called me six times..."
Chapter completed!