Looking forward to it, the football match of the 2 1 Universiade finally appeared in a long-awaited way-although it was "we shouted for a thousand times before she started coming to us", after all, there was no "hiding half a face behind her guitar in front of us" because the two sides of the game were two teams from world champion countries: France and Brazil. They did live up to expectations and launched a fierce confrontation from the beginning. Although it was a wonderful game, I sat on the sidelines, but I didn't want to enjoy it, and my heart was always uneasy.
Just before the game started, the press officer of Xiannongtan Stadium approached me and asked me if I could understand Portuguese. To tell the truth, I have studied Spanish for two years, but I have never heard Portuguese. Although these two languages are "twin brothers", they are different after all. I am on the horns of a dilemma. But when I saw the press officer's anxious expression and sincere eyes, I didn't want to say a word "no" in my heart.
It is the practice of football match that after each match, the head coaches of the warring sides should attend the post-match press conference, comment on the game and answer reporters' questions. In a sense, a football match is incomplete without the "finishing touch" of the final press conference. It is no wonder that the press officer is in such a hurry. But I'm not sure. I haven't heard Portuguese. Even my own professional Spanish, I have no confidence. After all, I am only a sophomore. I have only studied Spanish for two years and have never done anything like this. In the face of so many reporters, there will probably be a live TV broadcast. I can't hear anything and say nothing when I'm nervous. It's a big deal to screw up such an important press conference.
The press officer saw that I was embarrassed and said, let me think about it, but the time is only before the game is over. With these words, he left with a lot on his mind. So, I "have Korea in my heart" and watched the game one venue after another. Amid the waves of cheers from the audience, I thought about various reasons, from national honor and disgrace to personal face. I thought, why are we here? On a hot day, the road is so far, we should not only help the stadium staff solve the problems, but also give full play to their strengths at the crucial time to ensure that all aspects of the competition can operate normally.
Almost all my classmates who do translation work in Xiannongtan Stadium are from Peking University, but only two of them can speak Spanish (the other one is not familiar with football). At this time, I became the only hope of the organizing Committee. If I don't dare to do it, the press conference of this game will have to be closed. What are we doing? For the first time in my life, I feel that I have taken on such a big responsibility. Although I am very uneasy, to be honest, I have a little pride in my heart-in other words, it is also an admission of my ability. But I need more reasons to convince myself: maybe this Brazilian coach can speak Spanish? Maybe I have potential I don't know about? Maybe I can work miracles?
Miracle, to put it bluntly, is not what those brave people do when others or even themselves think it is impossible? Others can work miracles, why can't I? I am not a person who is naturally willing to be plain. I always wonder when I can make a big splash in Paramore. Now the opportunity is at hand. At this time, the game ended, and the Brazilian team, which had been at a disadvantage throughout the game, won an almost miraculous victory with a penalty.
Miracle, another miracle! I don't hesitate any more. Just as the coach of the winning Brazilian team walked into the press conference room, I walked into the hall with confidence. Then, a miracle appeared.