Seeing Wang Ai coming back, a reporter with a microphone in his hand immediately got out of the car: "wiwi, what do you want to say about your current 28 goals?"
Wang Ai held the ball, his head covered with sweat, and looked down at the female reporter: "Have you had breakfast?"
"Well, after eating, sandwich, can you win the Golden Boot this season? Do you think your Golden Boot can help Chelsea win the championship? The number of goals you scored by yourself is equal to Cristiano and Wayne combined, you have
What do you want to say to them?"
Wang Ai wiped his sweat and listened to the female reporter's babble before she said, "Look, I'm covered in sweat and I'm still hungry. Can we talk about it later?"
"No, it's live broadcast!" The female reporter turned around and called the cameraman over: "Come, say hello to our morning news audience."
Only then did Wang Ai notice the "BBC" logo on the microphone in the reporter's hand, and realized that it was a British Broadcasting Corporation program. He had to stand where he was and said to the camera: "Good morning everyone, I usually come at noon
Appearing at night and meeting everyone so early, it’s surprising, right? Well, I’m surprised too. It was an ordinary morning. The weather in London..."
"Wiwi, answer my question, everyone is very concerned about it." The female reporter was forced to interrupt Wang Ai's rambling.
Wang Ai shrugged, he always had to think about it, "I don't have much to say about my number of goals, and I have nothing to say about Cristiano and Wayne."
The female reporter resisted the urge to roll her eyes and asked: "Can you break the Premier League single-season scoring record?"
"possible."
"How likely is it?"
"If I don't get hurt, I have a lot of hope."
"So are you the greatest goalscorer the English league has ever seen?"
Wang Ai opened his eyes wide: "Don't say that. I just happen to be in a strong team, and the coach and teammates are very supportive of me. I accidentally scored so many goals. Although I really hope that I can
He is ranked alongside Alan Shearer, Gary Lineker and other seniors, but this is not my decision. It will be fairer to wait until I retire before making an evaluation."
"We all know that you and Henry had a fierce competition in the second half of last season, but today Henry's luck is not very good, and now the number of goals is far inferior to yours. Will you challenge him again to win back your gold medal?"
Wang Ai couldn't help laughing: "Will you run 90 meters first, and then compete with Powell and Montgomery? The gold medal is very precious, but I don't want to get it back in this way. Thierry is really not very lucky this year. I
I hope he will get better soon and we will find an opportunity to compete again."
"Suppose you did break the record, how would you celebrate?"
"Ah... I'll probably book a bar and invite my teammates to play together, right?"
"Do you think Cristiano and Wayne, who are two years older than you, have any futures?"
Wang Ai frowned and spread his hands: "Dear Ms. Claire, don't you know that this year's Golden Globe Award and World Footballer Award were given to a defender? Goals are important, but they are not the only ones. Although I scored
I have more numbers than the two of them, but it doesn’t mean that I am more important or better than them. Cristiano and Wayne’s careers are destined to be great.”
"Are they your lifelong enemies?"
Wang Ai smiled and rubbed his ears: "Well, the football world is very big, and players are so mobile now, so it's hard to say who will be a lifelong rival with whom. It's not so much about the relationship between the two of them and me.
It is said that our group of players born between 1985 and 1990 will eventually dominate the football world for a period of time. Not only will we often meet and compete, but we will also often be compared by you. But before the final result comes out, who will compete with whom?
Being put together the most, who knows? Anyway, I don’t know, the only thing I know is that I like them. If there is a chance, I don’t mind becoming friends with them.”
"Are you moving to Manchester United?"
"...Who said that? You, don't talk nonsense." Wang Ai wanted to cover "Claire's" mouth: "I am very happy at Chelsea, and I don't consider the transfer issue, at least not now."
At this point, the questions were almost finished, and Wang Ai's stomach just started to growl. "Claire" graciously let Wang Ai go to eat, while they hurriedly organized the equipment and video materials.
Ten minutes later, when they were about to leave, Qu Bo, who was sent out by Wang Ai, chased them out with a large thermos of hot milk, several paper cups and a large piece of chocolate and put them in the car.
Of course, the reporters didn't know this Chinese winger from Blackburn Rovers, but he was not a popular topic, especially when he was next to Wang Ai, so he flashed in the camera just now, and the reporters didn't ask a word.
he.
Wang Ai took this opportunity to let Qu Bo gain some favorability in front of the British national television staff.
Qu Bo came back with the thermos bucket and sat down on the dining table. He slowly put the beef patty to his mouth. Just as he was about to chew it, he suddenly put down the patty and sighed: "Xiao Wang, why are you like this?"
"What?" Wang Ai didn't even raise his head. He picked up the omelette with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth, then grabbed a whole carrot.
"I mean, why don't I believe you can score so many goals? Is this still the Premier League?" Qu Bo shook his head like a rattle: "Going back three or four years, we all thought we could score 10 goals in a season in the Premier League.
, it is a huge breakthrough. In the five major leagues, Yang Chen has scored at most 8, but you are good, there is still less than half of the league, and you are almost 30."
Wang Ai bit off half of the carrot with a click and said vaguely: "Didn't the TV station let go of my goal highlights? Just score one by one."
Qu Bo clicked his lips and muttered: "I can't explain it to you!"
Then the big paws began to wave. Every time I came to Wang Ai's house to eat, it was very enjoyable. In the early years in Tubingen, Wang Ai didn't eat too much, at least it wasn't as scary as it is now. Okay, half a pound of beef cake,
A trough, fried eggs, a pan, soy milk, a kettle... look at this unit of measurement!
After breakfast, Qu Bo got into Wang Ai's car and was about to return to London to find his teammates in the hotel and return to the club. When he dropped Qu Bo off in front of the hotel, his teammates happened to come out with their luggage. Everyone was interested in the relationship between Qu Bo and Wang Ai.
The relationship has long been known. Although Wang Ai entered the two of them yesterday, the game is over and the grudges are over. Therefore, including McCarthy, Darby Hill, Nelson and others, they all said hello to Wang Ai.
After seeing off Qu Bo, Wang Ai dialed Lao Gao's phone number before entering the school. The National Olympics was about to go south to Lako "Cat Winter". Although Wang Ai was not called, Wang Ai still wanted to say hello.
This chapter has been completed!