In the dusk, the well-dressed Mancini took Wang Ai to this artistic and vicissitudes of the stadium. Although it was not a match day, it was a day for the usual youth teams, women's football, and even social activities, but it did not hinder Mancini.
Ni led Wang Ai into the arena.
After all, most of this place still belongs to the two Milan teams, otherwise there wouldn’t be a museum specifically dedicated to them. The two dressing rooms with opposite doors wouldn’t be one red and black, and one blue and black. From this perspective, it’s not like this.
Any other team playing in a stadium is considered an away game.
Mancini didn't say much. He walked along the players' tunnel to the edge of the stadium, and then stepped onto the turf. It wasn't until Wang Ai asked him: "Can I sit in the stands?" He said a few more words, "Except for the south stand.
"
Wang Ai smiled, he still knew this bit of common sense. From the first floor to the second floor to the third floor, Mancini hugged his shoulders on the turf and watched Wang Ai go up and down until he finally sat on the edge of the second floor.
Waved to Mancini: "Coach, you go back first, I want to sit for a while."
"You have to rest at the base at night!" Mancini warned, and when Wang Ai nodded, he left the stadium without saying more.
He has seen a lot about the quirks of various players, and he also has some strange hobbies. As long as he can get into the state quickly, no matter what method is used.
Wang Ai sat almost alone in the north stand, looking at the goal under his feet and the slowly darkening turf in the distance. He slowly closed his eyes and recalled the fleeting scenes in each game. He felt that the chair under his butt seemed to be
It was shocking. Even though the people here were absolutely supporting characters, they tried their best to show themselves in every game. Huge and exaggerated flags, posters, banners, slogans, and actions demonstrated their fanaticism and obsession with the team.
Wang Ai is a little envious and a little afraid of this kind of emotion. Being able to devote himself wholeheartedly to a "career", the sense of gain is extraordinary. But it is also the same, losing reason and calmness will do
Making wrong decisions, such as getting into a fight.
Wang Ai wanted to use the fanatical fans to help him get into the state of Inter Milan faster, but because of his hesitation, he sat for more than half an hour. In addition to feeling cold all over, there was no fire burning in his heart.
Wang Ai has made some judgments about his own state. There are many reasons. One is that he is physically and mentally exhausted from long-term competition, and the other is that he is confused after winning the Golden Globe Award. The physical and mental fatigue is easy to deal with, just take it easy, but the Golden Ball
The addition of awards means that he has almost reached the top level in the professional arena. What’s next? Gathering two awards? Competing with the upcoming Melo era to become the Big Three? Wang Ai feels that he has no impulse in his heart.
Wang Ai knows that his mental state is very dangerous. This is a problem faced by stars who are crowned for the first time. Some have overcome this obstacle and started over again, and become more and more glorious, while some have not crossed over and are pushed by business and honor.
Go forward and repeat yourself. Wang Ai doesn't want to repeat himself. It's boring, but if you take it a step further, you're too lazy to be interested.
"If there is still no other way, I can only rely on the professionalism of professional players to restrain myself."
On the way back in the car, Wang Ai sat in the back seat and looked at the dim lights outside the window, muttering in a low voice. Kang Si, Yan Zhu, and Lao Liu who came out with him today all heard it, and they were anxious and couldn't help it.
Inter Milan's practice is to concentrate on living in a crowded dormitory the day before the game. Because Milan is so luxurious and the stars' daily lives are so rich, if everyone is not called the day before, they will not be able to do it on the next day's game day.
If it's not good, we won't find anyone, or we might bring a car full of drunks.
So although this day is strict and a little unkind, it is already extremely loose. At least Wang Ai has been at Chelsea for two and a half years. Except for the fact that the road is too far and he needs to go to the away game one day in advance to gather, he has never gathered in advance at other times.
, but Chelsea players rarely violate discipline. Anyone like Adriano who goes to training smelling of alcohol will never be allowed by anyone from Terry to Jose to Roman.
After simply tidying up at home and carrying a laptop, Wang Ai approached the dormitory assigned to him by the base: he shared a room with Crespo, Maniche, and Materazzi, and he had a good relationship with Crespo.
He is also familiar with Maniche, and he is not familiar with Materazzi. Although he is not familiar with him, Wang Ai is aware of Zidane's resentment towards him.
Before the 2006 World Cup, Materazzi was at most a somewhat famous star in Italy, while Zidane was already well-known around the world. Their statuses were at least one level lower. However, it was this ordinary defender with a big nose who angered
Zidane. By the way, Zidane lost two major awards that year and the French team's possible championship. This battle made him infamous around the world, but highly respected in Italy.
The dormitory is very small and a bit old. When Wang Ai arrived, Materazzi was chatting with Maniche. Crespo was not there. He will not be in the squad tomorrow as he is still recovering from his injury.
"Hi, wiwi!" Materazzi greeted enthusiastically, and the fat Maniche also smiled.
"Hi, Marco, Ricardo, which one is my bed? This one? Oh, I like the one by the window." Wang Ai sat down next to Maniche: "By the way, why doesn't the club turn the room into a bed?"
Do you want to decorate it? It’s too shabby, worse than my garage.”
The comment instantly brought the three of them closer together. Materazzi nodded: "Yes, before every match day I will think of my treatment in the youth team of Perugia. It was too bad. It's okay in the winter.
Heating, but no air conditioning in summer.”
Maniche made a horrified expression: "No air conditioning? In the Apennines of Asia?"
"Yeah, I usually sleep on the floor."
Wang Ai and Maniche looked at each other and nodded together: "We seem to have come to the wrong place."
"Cobham is luxurious, isn't it?"
Maniche shrugged: "Golden rubles!"
Wang Ai didn't complain this time: "It was only built five or six years ago. This place, like the Meazza Stadium, is hundreds of years old, right?"
"No, around sixty years, still very young."
Several people laughed, and their laughter even attracted Zanetti and Cambiaso next door. These four are all veterans. The difference is that Maniche and Wang Ai are both newcomers. The two captains
They were all worried about their integration, especially Wang Ai, who behaved a bit strangely, so they assigned Wang Ai to a room with the optimistic and cheerful Materazzi.
It sounds like a few people were having a good chat.
At 8:30 in the evening, Wang Ai got up and said hello to his two roommates, and went out for night training. Unfortunately, after running around for a long time, he found that the gym at the base was not open at night, and there were no late night snacks. He had to show his disbelief with an obvious expression.
Zanetti returned to his home a hundred meters away.
My family is not very used to this regulation of Inter Milan.
This chapter has been completed!