The last time Wang Ai felt so sad was in Tübingen three and a half years ago, when he realized that he was about to be forced to transfer and leave, but at least there was Leonie around him to share the burden.
After seeing Wang Ai standing there for a long time, waving his hands and walking down the road home alone, Yan Zhu and Li Lin looked at each other and whispered a few words. They knew what "Boss Wang" was sad about, and time passed like water.
It is now Wang Ai's fifth year in the professional league and his fifth year to shine. However, there is still a big gap between what he pursues and reality.
When the foundation of Chinese football cannot be consolidated in a short period of time, how to make the most of the resources at hand has become the only way for Wang Ai to pursue higher achievements in Chinese football. And even with such a bleak reality, many people are still insensitive. If
According to Wang Ai's prediction, it will take more than ten years for Chinese society to become a well-off society before the football foundation can gradually "recover", then it will be difficult for Wang Ai's career to catch up with that good time. This makes him the number one player in Chinese football.
He is one of the top players in world football, how could he be so willing!
"Well, Xiao Wang." Li Lin carefully interrupted Wang Ai's thoughts.
"Huh?" Wang Ai's white face was filled with questions.
"Well, I think you can't come to us for this level of matters. We don't understand. You can go to ordinary coaches or something like that. They have their own role restrictions. But you don't have to figure it out on your own.
You can talk to someone who thinks about macro issues like you, like Vice Chairman Yan?"
Wang Ai was stunned, tilted his head, squinted his eyes, and stared at Li Lin for a long time: "You can actually be used as a human being?"
"What are you talking about? When did I cease to be useful to others?" Li Lin was unhappy.
"Let's go!" Wang Ai got into the car excitedly and forgot to take care of Li Lin's mood.
"Where are you going?"
"The Football Association...ah, no, I'll think about it again!"
After a long while, Wang Ai made a phone call first, and then reported an address. The car meandered forward and soon came to a slightly old community. An old man on crutches stood downstairs of his house with a smile on his face.
"Xiao Wang, why do you have time to come to me today?"
"Commander Nian, his troops are arrogant, his army is in a hurry, he has passed through the house three times without entering, and he is full of guilt."
"Ha! You're full of food! Come on, follow me upstairs. I just have a lot of things to say to you."
Nian Weisi's home remained unchanged and the computer was still on. It seemed that the old man was watching the game video and hurried downstairs when he heard Wang Ai's call.
After handing the gift he brought to the old marshal to his wife Huang Guohui, Wang Ai looked around, found a sofa and sat down, causing the sofa to creak when he pressed on it.
Marshal Nian glanced at Wang Ai: "This sofa is thirty years old and is almost becoming a cultural relic. They say you have made a fortune, so if it breaks, you have to pay me for it!"
"Ha!" Wang Ai couldn't help but relax and said, "You two come together. If you can beat me, I'll take the money."
"Okay, you came here to smash and rob, right?" The old man rolled up his sleeves: "I'm old, but my nickname of 'Football Association Tieguai Li' didn't come for nothing. This walking stick followed me everywhere.
Absorb the essence of heaven and earth..."
Huang Guohui, a famous swimmer, walked into the living room with a plate of fruit and saw an old man and a young man playing happily. He was also happy in his heart. As he got older, he loved children when he saw them, especially the naughty ones. Their elderly family also has a childlike innocence.
For those who don't change, many of their juniors are their old friends, so they don't stop them and just watch the two of them play.
The old man finally got tired, put down his cane, and started eating fruit: "Tell me, why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be busy going back to Beijing to meet with the leader and study the two major awards? Why do you have time to come to me?"
"What?" Wang Ai said in shock while chewing on the apple.
"You don't know yet?" Marshal Nian thought for a moment unexpectedly and nodded: "You will know tomorrow. I have already heard the wind. Since you are not here for this, what are you here for? Tell me quickly.
, I still want to practice martial arts."
Wang Ai saw that although the old man's expression was playful, his eyes were focused, so he told him what he was thinking about going to India to participate in the Asian Youth Championship. Finally, Wang Ai asked: "Why did I clearly set an example and spare no effort?"
They promote better training concepts, tactical concepts and team organizational concepts, but few people learn them at all? I now pessimistically think that even Liaoning Football Team may not be too concerned about this. Why is this?"
The old man was silent for a while and then said seriously: "Do you want to criticize them for being insensitive?"
Wang Ai smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Those are the observations and working objects of the middle and grassroots levels. What I consider is the overall, and my goal is always the overall. Only when Chinese football is strong can the national team be strong. What I want to say is not
The details are not about the superstructure, but the top-level design. I feel that the inertia of our Chinese football is related to our top-level design. Therefore, I can't talk to anyone else about this issue, I can only talk to you. You have this
high."
"But most of us introduced systems from mature leagues, so you ask me this..." Marshal Nian said hesitantly.
"Others are either not high enough, have not enough experience, or have no time to study."
"...Okay, let's talk. You tell me your thoughts first."
"...I think there is an old saying that is good: live in sorrow and die in happiness. Isn't our Chinese football too comfortable?"
"No, haven't you been scolded a lot these years?"
"No, it's the national team that gets scolded, and local teams rarely get scolded. That's right!" Wang Ai's eyes lit up: "Local teams, this is the crux. The national team is built on the local team, although many times people
It is wrong to equate the national team with Chinese football, but we all know that this is wrong. The real Chinese football is actually the local teams that make up the league. If they produce talents, the national team will have talents, and Chinese football will prosper. If they have no talents, the national team will
If it dries up, even if it is sent overseas for training, it will not improve a bit. If it is too poor, the improvement will be limited, and Chinese football will decline."
Nian Weisi frowned: "Are you saying that our league design makes local teams too comfortable? That's not right, the competition is fierce, and people are dropped every year. It would be a financial apocalypse!"
Wang Ai thought again: "But compared with the five major leagues, our clubs can only participate in external competition in the AFC Champions League, and only the league champions. Some clubs have been established for decades and have never competed with foreign clubs.
The guns have done it before. For them, all they need to do is make the domestic league almost complete."
This chapter has been completed!