Wang Ai was very low-key when he arrived at Deportivo. This city and this club were so important and friendly to him that every time Wang Ai came back, he felt like he was sorry for the fans. Even though he knew that his Leaving has nothing to do with morality, but how can we be ruthless if we are not just grass and trees?
Wang Ai arrived in Laco at night. He did not report immediately, but wandered around the small town without hesitation. For two years, Wang Ai's memory was everywhere in this small town. In Riazor under the night, Wang Ai stood there for a long time with his hood on, and his ears seemed to recall those Spanish shouts from back then.
Returning to Deportivo today, not only Wang Ai misses him a lot, but also Yan Zhu, Zhao Dan, and Kang Si all have a different taste. After all, the football here is quite pure, but at Chelsea, it is too complicated. Wang Ai has no intention of returning here, just like an adult People will not return to the cradle again, but they will still have a good impression of it.
Just like the fans here still miss Wang Ai today.
The National Olympic Games were arranged in the dormitory of the Depor youth team. Not far away was the civilian stadium donated by Wang Ai. It was already past nine o'clock at night when Wang Ai arrived here. This place is located in the suburbs, far away from the noisy center of Depor. Atmosphere. Teammates were burning the midnight oil on the training field, and the group confrontation was in full swing. Old Gao stood at attention and observed, while Old Liu lowered his head and explained something to the substitutes.
When Wang Ai's figure emerged from the night and appeared on the sidelines with a smile, the game was about to break up. Fortunately, Lao Gao drank and reined in everyone.
Behind Wang Ai is a huge suitcase. Teammates who are familiar with him know that the boss is here to give out benefits again.
It was quite cold at night in Spain at the end of February, so Wang Ai wore a thick down jacket with woolen pants underneath, while his teammates on the field were sweating profusely in thin jerseys. Since returning to China from the Asian Games, he was dragged by Dong Fangzhuo. After "The Boss's Back Legs" exposed the illusion of "I am very powerful", the enthusiasm for preparing for the Olympics increased.
For a long while, Lao Gao lowered his head and looked at his watch, and then belatedly blew the whistle. A large group of people rushed over with a roar, rushed towards the big box behind Wang Ai, opened it for a while, and then picked out their own flavors to stuff their mouths. inside.
In fact, sometimes Wang Ai wonders. Nowadays, everyone is not short of money, and those who are in the Chinese Super League are also in the first team. How can you still work so hard to eat your own food?
"What do you know? This is called eating for free!" Zhao Xuri said vaguely with butter shortbread in his mouth.
"I think you look like an idiot!" Wang Ai pulled him over angrily: "I remember that the current entry standard for the National Olympics is 6%. You fat head, big ears, are you exceeding it?"
"Who said that?" Zhao Xuri immediately became anxious, swallowed it in a few gulps, and shouted: "I'm only 3%, lower than you!"
"It doesn't look like it." Wang Ai patted Zhao Xuri on the head in confusion: "Look at you, you're so chubby."
Zhao Xuri shook his head helplessly: "I knew you had to say this about me. No one believed me when I said I had a low body fat percentage. They all looked at my round head. But what can I do if I was born like this? Besides, this is a bone. Look at my arms and legs?"
"I guess you made it up." Wang Ai let go of the topic and said: "How did you learn from Mauro? I haven't paid much attention to your skills in the past two years."
"Do you understand?" Zhao Xuri squinted his eyes: "Do you understand the midfielder?"
"Holy shit!" Wang Ai became angry: "Don't leave for a while, let's practice!"
"Do you understand the midfielder?" Zhao Xuri continued to taunt.
"...I don't understand." Wang Ai gritted his teeth and smiled evilly: "But I have failed in many defensive midfielders. In the Chelsea dungeon, I play Makelele all year round!"
"Makelele!" Zhao Xuri suddenly changed his expression: "What about that, boss, can you..."
"Don't come!" Wang Ai immediately refused: "Mauro has retired, and he is not at his peak in the middle and late stages of his career, so it is cheaper for me to invite him to Tübingen. Makelele is still the best in the world.
Is this intercepting defensive midfielder good enough for France, the runner-up in this year's World Cup? I can't bear to part with him. He has retired from the national team twice and was pulled out again. I simply can't afford someone with this kind of worth."
"Oh." Zhao Xuri was depressed for a second, then became high-spirited: "Then you have been training with him alone all year round. Do you know his technical characteristics? Can you teach me later?"
"I understand?" Wang Ai squinted his eyes: "I understand the back waist?"
"You understand!" Zhao Xuri nodded fiercely: "The boss knows everything."
"Go, go!" Wang Ai pushed Zhao Xuri away and walked to Lao Gao, saying in front of his teammates: "Director Gao, I haven't been here a few times, but I'm not idle either. This time I brought
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Lao Gao raised his chin: "Who is there?"
"Drogba, Lampard, Makelele, Essien, Ashley Cole, Terry, Ballack, Robben."
"Bring it here."
Wang Ai took out a thick notebook from his shoulder bag. Lao Gao lowered his head and read it for a while: "It's still a bit rough. You can see many of these things in the competition, so they are of little value."
Lao Gao said he was disgusted, but his hands were firm: "Come with me, I will ask you questions, and we will refine this more. Lao Liu, you leave the training to Ma Dong, and we will study it together.
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Lao Liu agreed, threw the whistle to Ma Dong, and came over and said: "We have to combine the characteristics of our team members. If we can learn, we can learn, and if we can't, we can strengthen."
Lao Gao nodded and walked forward. This was originally the "secret mission" given by Lao Gao to Wang Ai. He treated Wang Ai as a spy. Anyway, this thing is not a secret. As long as a team member pays attention, it will be enough.
It can be collected. No matter whether it is Jose or a player, the core secret cannot be exposed, but as long as Wang Ai carefully observes, collects, and then "reverse-engineers" it with Lao Gao, the result will be seven or eight.
Eight.
No matter what, Lao Gao is the best coach in China.
When he arrived at the teaching and research office and watched the game video, Wang Ailian said that the gesticulator had been busy for half a night before he mentioned the names of three people. Lao Gao and the others even asked about their weight. While asking, he was thinking about who should mainly give these valuable information to.
He probably knew it in his heart. Of course, Wang Ai didn't ask or care about these things. First, he didn't understand, second, he respected Lao Gao's authority, and third, he felt at ease.
The next morning, Wang Ai was left in the teaching and research office by Lao Gao to collect information, and he was very confused. After all, he was not a coach, and his understanding was not so detailed. How could he withstand Lao Gao and Lao Liu's joint interrogation?
Wang Ai racked his brains to recall, but Lao Gao still curled his lips in disgust: "You can't handle such a small thing, and you've wasted the past year and a half!"
This chapter has been completed!