"Okay, it's settled, let's go home!" Wang Aizhi patted the two of them on the back seat proudly: "Go home and watch the game with me, and see how my teammates deal with their opponents!"
Zhang Guang chuckled: "I just wanted to take a look."
Liu Liang remained silent, and Wang Ai chuckled: "Old Liu, I tell you, you have to read it even if you don't like it. You have to understand my work, right?"
"Well, that's true."
Zhang Guang saw Wang Ai happy and smiled in the rearview mirror: "He is just stubborn. I have told him before and he thinks it has nothing to do with him. But you said the effect is good and he is educated and persuasive.
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"Old Liu has his temper, you also have your character, and I also have my troubles." Wang Ai said with a smile: "You said that there are 10 to 20 million people in Beijing, so isn't it fate that we met together? Although
Our jobs are different, but getting better will last a lifetime, so let’s look down.”
When the car arrived at the door of their house, Wang Ai passed by the front yard and said hello to his parents. The couple were not worried that their son would come back hungry. With his face, where could he not get a meal? He wanted to eat in Beijing.
He has everything to eat. As long as he has a thick skin and knocks on the door of a work unit, he dares to eat in the cafeteria!
Just brush your face!
Wang Ai exercised in the backyard for half an hour. When the time came, he hurriedly went to the front yard.
Leonie, Kangsi and the invited Zhang Guang and Liu Liang are all here. Tonight's game is Inter Milan's away match against Atlanta. At the Azul Arena, the last time Inter Milan lost was in 1994.
On the coffee table filled with fruits, dried fruits, and drinks, Wang Ai and Leonie sat in the middle, next to Kang Si, and Zhang Guang and Liu Liang sat on both sides with a slightly restrained attitude.
Wang Ai introduced his teammates to them one by one, supplementing the CCTV commentary. Wang Ai frowned as he spoke, "Are all the veterans here today? Balotelli, Mancini, etc. didn't bring any of the new players."
, of course it may be that you are too tired from the continuous battles, and the opponent is too fragile?
The commentator was He Wei, who said that the local temperature in Atlanta was only 4 degrees above zero, and it was also raining.
"What a damn weather!" Wang Ai shook his head: "The veteran's arousal level is already low. Rain, especially in winter, has a strong negative effect, making the body less likely to be excited. It's cold. It goes against nature. If you want to exercise, you have to do it.
Relying on passion, how much passion does the veteran have?"
"Not optimistic?" Leonie asked.
"Well, I'm afraid it's difficult to win beauty."
More than a hundred minutes later, Zhang Guang and Liu Liang looked at each other across a few people, and stood up at the same time: "Well, Xiao Wang, we will go back and rest now."
"Oh?" Wang Ai woke up from his meditation: "Okay, okay, see you tomorrow."
The two said goodbye, and Kang Si grabbed Wang Ai's arm: "What's going on? How could it be possible to lose so ugly?"
Wang Ai let out a long sigh: "I can't tell you the specific situation, but it should be related to the fact that the veterans have been fighting for a long time and have reached a period of collective fatigue. Of course, the weather is also bad, and Ibrahimovic still has no explosive power. He can crush the opponents who are mediocre.
Once it breaks out, he won't be able to catch up."
Leonie held her chin with one hand: "Will there be civil strife? Inter Milan has this tradition."
"Isn't that true? We have won 17 rounds in a row. What's wrong with losing one game?"
Leonie shook her head: "Massimo is soft-eared, and Jose is hard-headed. Also, will your absence extend to you? After all, you are asking for leave for no reason? The AFC awards ceremony is also
It’s a business matter.”
Wang Ai shook his head: "Don't blame me, at least the club will never blame me. I attended the AFC awards ceremony to make money for the club. By the way, today's 6 million, and the club's 1.2 million, how can you blame me?"
"José?"
"No." Wang Ai even shook his head: "He is the kind who never relies on a few players. If we lose without me, how ugly would he be? He would rather say hello to me in private and ask me to go back quickly.
Admit it with words."
"Then you, will you go back early?"
Wang Ai pondered for a moment: "The day after tomorrow is the Italian Cup. It depends on the situation. I can just leave the day after tomorrow. There are still 24 hours before the game."
Leonie thought for a moment: "It's better to leave tomorrow. Isn't Roma our opponent in the Italian Cup?"
Wang Ai stood up and said, "We'll talk tomorrow. Let's go to bed first."
When they arrived in the bedroom, Wang Ai pushed Leonie down on the bed and held her waist tightly: "Aren't I reluctant to leave you if I stay one more day? Are you full?"
Leonie shook her butt in reply.
After a romantic night, a strong wind blew in Beijing the next day, and the weather suddenly turned cold. After Wang Ai got up, he wanted to go out for exercise, but when he put his head in, he shivered from the cold. He hurried back to the house to find a thick down jacket and put it on before he dared to go to the front yard to have breakfast.
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While eating and reading newspapers, Wang Ai of course focused on reading various sports newspapers or sports pages, especially the football section. In this regard, some domestic media are original, while others are reprints, and the emphasis is on reprints. For example, Gazzetta dello Sport and others are in
It’s not available in China, and it’s not available on the website. Unless Wang Ai calls his teammates, it’s really hard to figure out what’s happening in the European sports world every day.
Halfway through eating, the milk porridge in Wang Ai's mouth no longer tasted good. Something was wrong with Inter Milan.
According to "real news" that did not indicate the reprint channel, Moratti, who was present at the game when he was defeated 1:3 or even almost 1:4, complained without even leaving the stadium: "This is what I have seen.
The worst Inter!”
He has been chairman for 18 years!
The team did perform very poorly yesterday. There were many veterans, sluggish form, substitutions of central defenders, and Atlanta's unexpectedly positive style of play, which caught the aging Inter Milan off guard. Moreover, Jose insisted on spending 20 million euros to buy Gua.
Reisma was gradually marginalized, which made Moratti, who personally bought Wang Ai, even more dissatisfied: Look at the person you bought!
Take another look at what I bought! You still don’t listen to me!
Although Wang Ai is sure that Moratti will not lose confidence so quickly, it is difficult to say what Jose, who is already in a whirlpool of physical and mental public opinion, will do, and it is also difficult to say whether the players will be transformed. Crespo, Cruz, Barlow
Telly had problems with Jose, even Quaresma.
"Mom and Dad, I plan to go back to Europe today."
Wang Bin raised his head: "What about the team?"
Seeing his son nodding, Wang Bin didn't say anything. What Ai Xiaoqing wanted to say finally turned into one sentence: "Wear more clothes."
At ten o'clock in the morning, Wang Ai waved to her parents and Leonie at the door of her home, hurriedly put on her hat, sunglasses, and down jacket and got into the car, and rushed to the airport with Yan Zhu, Zhao Dan, and Kang Si.
"Wang Ai, what do you think of yesterday's loss in the game?"
At the airport, Wang Ai was walking in a hurry and suddenly a reporter appeared in front of him. Wang Ai was stunned for a moment and smiled: "Am I going back now?"
This chapter has been completed!