When Wang Ai walked to the base, he was surprised to hear that Zanetti was also there. Wang Ai went to the gym, where the captain was shirtless, hanging a towel, and was sweating from the iron.
"Don't you have a day off the day after tomorrow?"
"It's okay to be idle." Zanetti smiled: "What about you? Yesterday's game was about to take a rest today."
"Training is also rest."
"better?"
"It's okay. By the way, is anyone else here?"
"Go to the locker room and take a look. Everyone should be there the day after tomorrow."
While the two were talking, a black boy strolled over in the corridor outside the gym. He glanced at him and turned to leave. Zanetti quickly shouted: "Mario, come back."
"What's the matter, Pupi?" The black boy strolled in.
Zanetti put down the dumbbells with a clang, sat on the stool, took a breath and waved: "Mario, you haven't met Wang yet, have you?"
The black boy turned to look at Wang Ai, with a bit of stupidity in his serious expression, and said for a long time: "...Oh! I've seen you on TV!"
"Wang, last year's Ballon d'Or winner, joined us in the winter and now has three goals." Zanetti introduced him solemnly, and then added: "Chinese."
Hei Xiaozi excitedly held Wang Ai's extended hand: "If I win the Golden Boy Award, can you give me the award?"
Wang Ai opened his eyes, and Zanetti touched his forehead. What is all this?
"If the organizer invites me, I think I will." Wang Ai said with a smile.
"Okay Mario." Zanetti took the black boy's hand, pointed at him and said to Wang Ai: "Mario Balotelli is now the top scorer of our youth team. He is just 17 years old this year."
Only then did Wang Ai take a serious look at the famous hippie in football in front of him. He said he was a black boy, but he was actually about the same height as Wang Ai. His hairstyle was full of short curly hair, and he was full of youth.
"Will there be him the day after tomorrow?"
"Not yet, but it will be soon," Zanetti said; "We have many games and are under great pressure. An outstanding young man like him will definitely join the first team as soon as possible."
Speaking of this, Zanetti said to Wang Ai seriously: "This is a very outstanding young man, and you may fight side by side for a long time."
"Okay." Wang Ai nodded and shook hands with Balotelli again: "Hello Mario, I am Wang Ai. I have played in Germany, Spain and England. I just came here and now I wear the No. 10 jersey.
, the field position is midfielder. If there is a chance to play with you, I hope we can cooperate well."
Balotelli stiffened his neck after listening to Wang Ai's nonsense, and nodded frequently: "Are you going now?"
"What?" Wang Ai was confused. Wasn't the recent game the day after tomorrow?
"He said he wants to play a training match with you now." Zanetti had to act as a translator.
Wang Ai looked at Balotelli and instinctively wanted to refuse. Who's main star of the first team would play with a player from the youth team? To put it bluntly, their values are different. How can they really be ruined by these young boys from the youth team?
What? Even the club doesn’t support this kind of exchange.
But the desire in the eyes of the black boy made Wang Ai waver for a moment. Not to mention this boy's talent and what he will do in the future, Wang Ai himself is not a showy person, otherwise he would not have gone to the civilian stadium to play half a game the year before last.
months.
"Half an hour." Wang Ai looked at Balotelli: "I still have training."
Balotelli pulled Wang Ai and was about to run out, but Zanetti grabbed him and said to him very seriously: "Mario, the king has a game the day after tomorrow. He is playing with you. You have to control it."
Own."
The black boy grinned: "I know."
Zanetti was speechless. He didn't know whether the boy really knew or pretended to know. However, after thinking that there was no conflict between the two, and Balotelli obviously regarded Wang Ai as his idol, he let go.
After changing his equipment, Wang Ai was dragged to the training ground of the youth team by Balotelli, who was obviously very happy. He pretended to introduce it to his friends. In fact, Wang Ai could see it from the eyes of the youth team members.
The only one who came out, did not know or forgot that he was here, was Balotelli himself.
Wang Ai, who had been running around the training ground for ten minutes, completed his warm-up, put on a yellow vest and joined the substitutes of the youth team. Assistant coach Mihailovich picked up a spoon and blew it, making a lot of noise.
The noisy game has begun.
As soon as the game started, Wang Ai realized that it made sense not to let them participate in the youth team game. Almost every defensive player was staring at him, and there were people around him, the most common being Mario. Wang Ai was not familiar with youth teams either.
The team is still a group of substitutes, and they are not familiar with Wang Ai, so there is no cooperation. In addition, the black boy is always around, Wang Ai has no choice but to run around.
After playing for ten minutes, the main team scored a goal, and the substitute team gradually matured, especially the main team's defensive players gradually adapted to Wang Ai's presence. After the whole court was no longer chasing and intercepting, this gave Wang Ai's tactical space.
Yes. So, after a long pass from the backcourt, Wang Ai rushed to catch up, and Balotelli opened his eyes and struggled to catch up and intercept.
At this moment, he forgot about Zanetti's explanation.
The football fell in front of the two of them, and Wang Ai was also very serious. After all, the two were only three years apart. Wang Ai, who was the first to control the football, faced Balotelli's collision, resisted twice, and slammed back.
Buckle, similar to Cruyff's turn.
The young Balotelli was very agile and immediately retracted his center of gravity to block the ball. Wang Ai pulled the ball back from between the two of them with his right foot, knocked his heel in, and the football moved from behind Wang Ai's left leg to the other side.
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This time the black boy couldn't adjust. After Wang Ai wiped it, he turned around and grabbed Wang Ai's arm from the other side. Wang Ai dragged him a few steps and fell to the turf with a bang. Wang Ai cut inside with the ball.
I glanced back and saw that the black boy was neither lying down nor standing up. Instead, he sat on the grass strangely and took something out of his trouser pocket.
Wang Ai made an estimate, OK, this distance is beyond the reach of the dart!
Thinking of this, I casually glanced at the goal, raised my foot and kicked it casually. The ball was not fast and landed straight into the far corner of the goal.
Zanetti, Cambiaso and Materazzi, who were watching the excitement from the sidelines, whistled together, and even Miha, who acted as the referee, also whistled happily.
A beautiful goal naturally brings a sense of exhilaration.
After celebrating with his temporary teammates, Wang Ai walked towards Balotelli. The black boy was still sitting on the ground, lowering his head and fiddling with something.
"Mario?" Teammates also gathered around.
The black boy spread his hands, and everyone was shocked: "Why are you still carrying your iPhone?"
The torn-to pieces mobile phone lay pitifully in the palm of the boy Hei. The boy cried sadly: "I forgot."
This chapter has been completed!