Of course, Chinese fans could not see the post-match press conference. The broadcast was stopped after the game ended at 2:0. However, Wang Ai, who had returned home, saw the entire conflict. First, Jose was in the game.
After naming and criticizing Cruz and Balotelli at the press conference, the Italian TV host vividly described the heated argument between Cruz and Jose in the corridor after the press conference.
"What kind of trouble will it cause?" Tao Wei asked softly in the living room, where the women had not returned yet and it was rare to be quiet.
Wang Ai shook his head: "It shouldn't be anything like that. Although Moratti's mother is soft-hearted, she is not stupid. Every coach since he came to power has been a strict father, which shows that he also knows his character flaws. So, Gram
Ruth's resistance is meaningless."
Tao Wei pondered for a moment and nodded: "That's right. Judging from Jose's prestige, a veteran who is increasingly marginalized cannot challenge him."
"Yes." Wang Ai seemed to empathize: "I am no longer good when I am old, so I have to adjust my mentality obediently and carry the new boss's bag obediently."
"Hey? What are you feeling, Xiao Wang? Aren't you a big shot?" Tao Wei, who is also a retired player, said jokingly.
"If you don't have long-term worries, you will have immediate worries." Wang Ai shook his head and said, "I will retire one day, right? Now I need to build my psychology first to avoid annoying people later. Cruz has stayed at Inter Milan for a long time.
, and the boss is spoiled, so he doesn’t respect Jose very much.”
He Wei, who had been silent all this time, said: "You mean, the two of them are not concerned about this game?"
"I've said it several times in normal times, but I didn't listen this time." Wang Ai sighed: "Actually, Inter Milan used to be too loose and lacked explosive power, so they couldn't withstand the knockout rounds of the Champions League. Jose now needs to adjust and become a
A whole must form a fist. It must be introduced here, eliminated, and the core and style of play must be established. This is his blueprint, and it is also Moratti's ambition. Those who follow it will prosper and those who go against it will perish! The whole team,
Except for me, Ibrahimovic and Zanetti, no one is exempt. Even the three of us have to be obedient and at least make a gesture of obedience."
He Wei and Tao Wei looked at each other: "No wonder, but will this make it difficult for Jose to continue?"
Wang Ai grinned: "If Jose didn't behave like a hedgehog, no one would listen to him. So the more Cruz provoked him, the more he wanted to retaliate. In the past, Moratti had little confidence in the coach, so
He always wavered back and forth, but it's different now. He trusts Jose, so this time Moratti can't coddle him no matter what."
While they were chatting, the doorbell rang. Wang Ai was wondering, did the women forget their keys? So he got up and went to the door. As soon as he opened the door, the black guy came in angrily. As soon as he entered, he shouted: "I didn't even get in next Wednesday's big list."
!The coach won’t take me, the coach is discriminating against me!”
Wang Ai quickly pulled the loud-voiced Balotelli into the room. When the black boy saw the two "foreigners" there, his mind turned and he remembered that he had seen them at the base yesterday afternoon. He knew they were two Chinese reporters, so he
I didn't care, I just sat down on the sofa and talked a lot.
After hearing a few words, He Wei and Tao Wei hid out. Although this may be very exciting from a news perspective, this was a private conversation between Wang Ai and his teammates. If Wang Ai didn't take the initiative to tell them, they couldn't report it if they knew about it.
This is what you should do as a reporter, and even more so as a friend.
Wang Ai smiled and listened to his friend's complaints. When he said he was tired, he grabbed a handful of pistachios. When he said he was thirsty, he opened a bottle of Arctic Ocean...
Old domestic brands like Arctic Beer can be purchased abroad, just like Tsingtao Beer that can be purchased anywhere.
Chewing pistachios, drinking Arctic Ocean, and looking aggrieved, this is the young God Ba!
Maybe the black guy had enough of venting, and he actually talked about the youth team while talking, and he was even enjoying himself.
Facing such a simple little brother, Wang Ai was embarrassed to fool him. When he said he was tired again and started to take out a handful of large hazelnuts from under the coffee table, and motioned to Wang Ai to eat together, Wang Ai smiled and said: "
Mario, I have worked with Jose for three years, and I know he is a cold person."
"Yes, yes!"
"But he is the coach and he has the power."
The black boy blinked his eyes and shouted: "I want to resist his tyranny!"
Wang Ai shrugged: "Sorry, other coaches are also dictators, such as Ferguson, Van Gaal, Lippi... In short, there is no democracy in the team."
"What should we do?" The black boy was dumbfounded. It seemed that he had been thinking about such an elegant thing as democracy.
Wang Ai blinked: "But a dictator also has one advantage, that is, as long as you obey him, he will give you a chance."
Balotelli blinked his eyes and suddenly uttered an exclamation. It turned out that he put the hazelnut shell in his mouth. He spat out two mouthfuls and said in distress: "But he asked me to play as a winger. I don't like it. I want to play in the middle. I want to play as a winger."
The road space is too small, which affects my performance."
Only then did Wang Ai know the reason for the conflict between Balotelli and Jose. He couldn't help but laugh and cry: "Mario, tell yourself, are you more powerful than Ibrahimovic now? Now, right now?"
The look of Black Boy frowning and thinking was ridiculous. Wang Ai ate a hazelnut while holding back his laughter. Then Black Boy raised his head and said, "I'm more powerful than him, but, I don't have a chance to show off, at least not enough."
Wang Ai shook his head: "First, if you really have this kind of strength, then you should seize similar opportunities. I remember there were a few games where you were there but Ibrahimovic was not, right? But it's a pity that you didn't show such strength.
Maybe you think you didn't perform well in that game, but there are only 50 games in a season, and the coach can't give you unlimited opportunities to experiment."
The black boy nodded reluctantly.
"Second, since you haven't shown your strength yet, you have no choice if you still want to compete. In fact, the wing is not bad. You see, I won the Golden Boot on the wing."
The black boy opened his eyes wide: "Yeah, why didn't you come to the middle? You scored six in the last game, God, you scored six!"
Wang Ai chuckled: "The wing doesn't affect my performance, so why do I have to go to the center? Besides, how much defensive pressure is there in the center? Isn't it right for Ibrahimovic to be so strong? If it were you and me, even if we could resist, we would still be easily injured.
Ah, that might as well be on the wing."
The black boy held his cheek and thought hard for a long time. He piled on the sofa in frustration and said to himself: "How can I be like you?"
"Want to learn?" Wang Ai stood up with a smile: "Shall I teach you?"
This chapter has been completed!