After scoring the goal, Wang Ai pointed in the direction of the Chinese fans and ran towards the square of Chinese fans. He jumped high and raised an arm with a clenched fist, which received repeated cheers from the Chinese fans.
With sharp eyes, Wang Ai noticed that several female fans were wiping away tears, including his senior sister. Even the male fans had watery eyes.
The promising young star Wang Ai used his hard work and hard work to present the most precious gift to the more than 100 fans who came to a foreign country to support the national football team!
All Chinese fans watching the game on the spot and even in front of the TV in China believed without a doubt: This goal destined to be recorded in the history of Chinese football was shouted by the fans! It was created by the fans! Without this shout, this game would have been
The result of the game will be 1:0!
After a small celebration for half a minute, the game started again. The listless Omani players and the elated Chinese players formed a sharp contrast. The enthusiasm of the audience set off by Wang Ai greatly interfered with the progress of the game. The players could not hear each other talking.
Unclear, the noise in the field reached its climax with the referee's final whistle!
Just after the game, Wang Ai picked up the football and threw away his teammates and rushed towards the Chinese fans behind the bench. He threw the ball to more than a hundred Chinese fans in a standard sideline ball gesture. The football rolled in the crowd.
A young boy successfully jumped up, grabbed him, and held him tightly in his arms.
"Wang Ai, jersey! Jersey!" A fan tried his best to spread his upper body in the crowd, pointing at Wang Ai's jersey and shouting fiercely.
Wang Ai, who was overly excited, took off his jersey and threw it in front of the coaches, players, substitutes, officials of the two teams of China and Oman, as well as the AFC awards officials, referees, the Iranian team, the Japanese team and the entire audience who were watching the ceremony.
The fans refused to give up to the Chinese fans. There were more than 100 people, and there were not enough points! Someone shouted again: "Pants, pants!" Wang Ai, who was crazy with joy, took off his pants and threw them into the stands. This time
Without waiting for the fans to shout, he took off his shin guards, socks, and sneakers. Each time, Chinese fans happily scrambled for him.
"My brother! If you take it off again, you'll be naked!" Zhao Xuri, with quick hands and quick eyes, hugged Wang Ai who was touching his underwear.
Wang Ai, who calmed down a little, smiled and waved at the fans: "You can't take it off anymore, the TV station won't let it be broadcast!"
Lao Gao, who couldn't hide his smile, came over and slapped Wang Ai: "Hurry back and get dressed. The awards will be given later!"
"Wait a minute!" Wang Ai turned around to greet the national junior players who were either running around, lying on the ground, or chatting and laughing on the bench. They gathered in the first and second periods and bowed deeply in front of the Chinese fans.
Hands applaud.
The cheers of the Chinese fans reached the peak. Even though there were only about a hundred people, they screamed at the highest decibel level in the audience!
Wang Ai was about to turn around and enter the locker room, but Chen Tao pulled Wang Ai and pointed to the side. Wang Ai found that more than 5,000 Vietnamese fans in the audience were looking at this side eagerly. They were not Chinese and were embarrassed to extend the invitation.
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"Let's go! Thank you Vietnamese fans."
The national junior team members walked toward the stands of Vietnamese fans.
Every time you go to the stands, you will definitely be cheered by the fans watching the game, and the national junior team members will bow and thank you. After completing the lap, they received countless applause.
When he arrived near the Chinese stands, Zhao Xuri asked the photographer to take pictures of everyone, pointed at Wang Ai and laughed loudly: "We must take pictures of our entire team!"
Everyone else was well-equipped, but Wang Ai traveled to the end of the world in a pair of underwear. He even lost his shoes and walked around barefoot.
Wang Ai roared and rushed towards Zhao Xuri. In Zhao Xuri's dull eyes, he tripped Zhao Xuri to the ground, grabbed Zhao Xuri's shorts with both hands and pulled them down.
"Ah!" Zhao Xuri howled, holding on to his shorts with both hands and refusing to let go.
Seeing that he really couldn't compete with him, Wang Ai turned around and stared fiercely at the other junior national team members...
"Boss is crazy, run!" Zeng Cheng, who was the youngest and maintained good physical fitness in this game, let out a scream, grabbed his shorts with both hands and ran to the locker room desperately. In the pursuit of Wang Ai, all of them were in uniform.
The full National Youth Team exploded on the spot with a "boom", and wolves ran and burst...
What Wang Ai didn't know was that this scene was not only seen by more than 100 Chinese fans and more than 5,000 Vietnamese fans at the game... Because this game was temporarily broadcast live on the CCTV Sports Channel, this will be broadcast in the live broadcast room
The hosts Liu Jianhong, Zhang Bin, guests Ma Lin, and Tang Yaodong pointed at the screen and laughed so hard that they couldn't breathe. By the way, fans across the country who watched the game also laughed out loud.
The host Zhang Bin is the planner of this issue of "Football Night Special Edition". He urgently contacted the reporters at the front and asked to interview Wang Ai now.
The reporter at the scene hesitated and asked: "Is it appropriate now? He is wearing so little?"
Zhang Bin said eagerly: "Now, don't forget, this is the country's youth! He is only 13! He is still a child, it's okay. The leader really wants to criticize me for taking the responsibility!"
Indeed, if it is an adult, it is indeed unsightly, but how old is Wang Ai? He has not yet reached puberty. A child with a bare butt is not called a third-level film. Besides, there are underwear, which is at best a swimsuit...
"Wang Ai, I am a frontline reporter from CCTV. I would like to ask you a few questions now." A tall female reporter grabbed Wang Ai.
Wang Ai, who was shirtless and arresting people, was startled when he heard the sound. He turned around and looked around. Sure enough, he found two cameras facing him. He turned around and was about to run away, but was grabbed by the female reporter and carried back...
"You are so energetic!" Wang Ai rubbed his arms dissatisfied.
The female reporter nodded proudly: "I practiced discus back then, but you can't run anymore. I want to ask you a few questions."
Wang Ai grimaced: "Don't ask me stupid questions like whether I'm happy or not!"
The female reporter choked. The Master of Philosophy from Renmin University is really not easy to mess with!
"You have scored 19 goals in 6 games. What do you have to say to the fans across the country now?"
Wang Ai rolled his eyes: "Besides being happy, very happy, happy, and dying of joy, what else can I say?"
The female reporter gritted her teeth: "Say something normal!"
Wang Ai spread his hands: "Then you ask something normal."
The female reporter had never seen such a difficult player. She rolled her eyes and suddenly turned behind Wang Ai, pointed at Wang Ai's butt and said: "Can you explain to the children across the country? Why is Zhu Bajie on your underwear?"
On the buttocks of Wang Ai's underwear is a smiling Zhu Bajie with a big belly and a rake. The sharp-eyed photographer has long noticed it.
Wang Ai covered his butt with a cry and forgot about this!
The female reporter pointed to the camera proudly, and Wang Ai put down her hand dejectedly.
"Tell me, why is it the lazy and greedy Zhu Bajie?"
Wang Ai rolled his eyes angrily: "My mother said, I'm usually as dishonest as a monkey. Now I have to pick a Monkey King for me, because I'm afraid that I'll damage our country's satellite by jumping into the sky! I'm a thief, I can't pay for it.
Get up. So I picked a Zhu Bajie to help me fall."
At this time, Wang Ai's family, who were watching the live broadcast with great interest at home in Liaoyang, were overjoyed. Xu Qinglian fell happily into Ai Xiaoqing's arms, pointed at the TV and said intermittently: "Aunt Ai, I'm helping him with this."
Picked."
Taking advantage of the female reporter's joy, Wang Ai quickly ran towards the players' tunnel. The photographer's lens followed Wang Ai closely. The pig on his buttocks arched and arched as Wang Ai ran, which was extremely festive.
Half an hour later, the award ceremony was held. The third place medal and the second place medal were awarded first.
Then it’s the champion’s turn, the Chinese National Youth Men’s Football Team!
Gao Hongbo took the lead, followed by Wang Ai, Chen Tao, Zhao Xuri, Zhou Haibin, Cao Di, Dai Qinhua, Yin Liangyi, Yang Fusheng, Guo Liang, Yu Yang, Gao Lin, Wang Yongpo, Zeng Cheng... all with smiles on their faces, and were praised by the Asian football team.
United officials wear medals.
The one who came to present the award today was AFC Vice Chairman Zhang Jilong, who specially pulled Wang Ai to encourage him for a long time.
Finally, the trophy was unveiled. The national junior team members gathered around the podium to admire the long and slim trophy. Under the eager eyes of the national junior team members, Wang Ai walked to the trophy, grabbed the slender trophy with one hand, held it up with the other hand, and held it high.
Raised high above the head.
The cheers are thunderous and the ribbons are flying!
This chapter has been completed!