After a big battle, it was followed by the second round of the Coppa Italia with Juventus. Mancini once again rotated. Wang Ai was included in the squad but was not scheduled to start. Balotelli, the black boy, got the chance to start. Looking at this currently
The club has placed great expectations on a new star who is doing well and has unlimited hope.
While yesterday's assist clips were constantly being broadcast on prime time on various Italian TV stations, Wang Ai, who had a day off, received a call from He Wei after breakfast, asking him to talk about the change in position and stating that this was a recorded interview.
Wang Ai chuckled twice: "Lao He, since this is a telephone recording interview, to show my respect, I will find a transcript of my speech."
He Wei immediately became anxious over there: "No, what I'm listening to is your impromptu speech. What's the point of reading from the manuscript? Didn't you just say it casually before?"
"But, this is your first time interviewing me, Lao He. Can't I show some respect?"
So, He Wei said smoothly: "It's okay, you don't have to respect me."
After finishing speaking, listening to the low laughter on the other side of the phone, He Wei was in CCTV's office, stroking his cheeks in a daze. As a host, the last time I was trapped by someone else's language trap
,how many years?
"Okay, Lao He, I won't be polite. If you have anything to ask, you can ask me."
"Okay." He Wei said after adjusting his mood: "There is a topic on the Chinese Internet now. My colleagues and I also have this question, which is why your position has changed since you arrived in Milan and you have more assists? According to our statistics
, when you were at Chelsea, the ratio of goals to assists was about 3:1, but in just one month after coming to Milan, you had as many assists as goals. Was it specifically requested by Mancini? Or was it your own?
choose?"
"Four games a month, the number of samples is too small." Wang Ai seriously discussed with He Wei the rationality of the quotation of star Wang Ai's existing data.
It's a pity that He Wei has been away from the academic circle for many years, and he just didn't realize Wang Ai's joke, and continued: "Well, it's a bit small, but there is already a trend, right? Did Mancini tell you to assist more?"
"
Wang Ai's mouth is tattling, he is not a peer, there is no tacit understanding!
"Ah, yes, the head coach asked me to play as an attacking midfielder in these two games."
"How's your relationship with Coach Mancini?"
"It's pretty good? Oh, I didn't know each other before. This is just the beginning of working together."
"Which system do you think is more suitable for you, Jose or Mancini?"
"Huh?" When Wang Ai heard this, he suddenly became alert and pondered for a moment: "Lao He, you are interviewing me on behalf of CCTV, right?"
"Huh?" He Wei also became alert and said hesitantly: "Why do you ask? Of course I am from the CCTV Sports Channel."
Wang Ai frowned and said slowly: "Old He, let me tell you straight away. The logic behind your question seems to be that Mancini has treated me badly. This is not right for me as a new player to enter the game so soon.
Getting so much ball rights is inseparable from the support of the head coach. From my point of view, I don’t feel that he has any problems with me. On the contrary, I feel that he treats me pretty well.”
"Okay, but in fact, when you play less time and score fewer goals and assists, isn't it just to help others score goals?" He Wei explained: "Just now I said that my colleagues and I, as well as the Chinese Internet, are all worried.
Will you be transformed into a professional attacking midfielder who seldom scores goals from now on?"
Wang Ai sat on the sofa holding the phone and frowning: "What do you think of this worry? I don't know if Mancini has this kind of psychology or a dark psychology? But I don't think he has any need. From his perspective
From a perspective, he just hopes to make full use of my role. Now Inter Milan's frontcourt just lacks an ammunition player, and I have the ability in this area. Rather than saying who designed this, it is better to say that it is a natural result.
.”
On the opposite side, He Wei listened to Wang Ai and said: "Maybe this is more in the interest of Inter Milan, but it may not be in your interest. The goal bonus must be higher than the assist bonus, right? And the various honors in international football are also
Assists are basically not counted.”
"Haha, I know."
"Then why do you still obey this arrangement? With your status, if you work hard to score goals, Mancini will not stop you. It is normal for the attacking midfielder position to score more goals."
"Because, haha, it's easy."
"easy?"
"Yes, assists are much easier than scoring goals. If the goal is sent out, it is called an assist, and if it is not scored, it is called a pass. But the one who is responsible for the last kick is much more nervous."
He Wei put down the phone with a complicated mood, turned around and waved his big scissors, which turned into Wang Ai's previous narration and his summary: "I was overdrawn in England in the first half of the season and my body was very tired, so I have to do more in the recent games."
Certain adjustments and adaptations.”
After fooling He Wei, Wang Ai received another call from Xu Qinglian. This time, he could no longer be fooled. Xu Qinglian directly defined Wang Ai's behavior: "Lazy!"
Wang Ai argued for a while and then simply accepted: "Since the team can win, what does it matter if I make it or not? I am still the highest paid player and the number one star player. I can play how I want and as long as I want. This
How good is it? The club is supporting me, the coach is coaxing me, and the fans are pampering me. What’s wrong with me? I just want to lie on my sofa and play with wiwis and ladies every day.”
Xu Qinglian was silent for a moment and then turned to the matter of Lao Bai and the others: "To what extent do you plan to involve us in Brother Bai's matter?"
"Hold the horse and take a look." Wang Aiyan said concisely.
"For nothing? For your friendship?"
Wang Ai was silent for a moment: "Friends, don't care too much. Please pay attention, I am different from ordinary men."
"I have no idea!"
"You don't know and you don't know how to ask?"
"...How...I, I asked, they said, said, the average man only has 15 minutes."
Wang Ai turned around in his mind before he understood what Xu Qinglian was saying, and said angrily: "Who told you this? Dirty thoughts! What I'm saying is that as a man who has absorbed a lot of resources, I should continue to outwardly
Spread resources. So when I interact with friends, I usually show the characteristics of helping my friends more. By the way, when did you... eh? Hello? Dare to hang up on me!"
Over there, Xu Qinglian listened to Wang Ai's explanation with a mixture of embarrassment and embarrassment. She pressed the phone before Wang Ai could continue. Then, in her room in an apartment building in central London, she looked out the north window at the Thames River flowing eastward at her feet, and touched the phone.
His face felt hot: "I seem to miss a man?"
This chapter has been completed!