Wang Ai hummed a song and walked happily through the city that was slightly quiet in the morning.
Traces of last night's Champions League battle are everywhere. When the scenes of taking photos, holding cups and celebrating in the stadium are over, the celebrations of fans in Milan have just begun. It was not only Jose who was launched into space last night, but also an astronaut for the second time.
Moratti.
When the old man ran out of the crowd in embarrassment, his glasses were gone. Thirteen years after returning to the Nerazzurri, he lived up to the wishes of the fans who were eagerly anticipating the return of the Morassi family, and finally won consecutive domestic league championships.
In the fifth year, he personally launched the "Big International Era 2.0", recreating the glory of Inter Milan and the glory of his father.
The seeds that were conceived when his father held his little hand and watched the game finally blossomed and bore fruit.
When Wang Ai saw the old man at the post-match dinner, the old man's eye circles were still red.
Fans pulled flags and sang loudly in the streets and alleys of Milan, and the entire city of Milan turned into a sea of blue and black. On this night, no red and black came out to cause trouble. Although blue and black were the side they hated, but
After all, the Champions League trophy was brought back to this city after a year.
They are also the heroes of the city!
Today's Milan derby no longer has the incompatible power that was based on class.
"I'm not your goddess anymore?" Wang Ai, who was sitting on the sofa in the Milan Light manager's office, suddenly heard Xu Qinglian speak behind the desk.
"What?" Wang Ai was flipping through various newspapers published today, and looked up in surprise when he heard the sound.
"Humph!" Xu Qinglian looked away from the computer and turned around to look at Wang Ai carefully: "Back then, you were very cautious with me, for fear of breaking it. Now I find that anyway, you must have been the one when you teased my eyelids this morning.
Don’t dare, you’re afraid of damaging my eyelashes. And…”
Wang Ai's eyes wandered, and he stood up with a half-smile, walked around the table, pressed his hands on the armrests of the boss's chair, and leaned down oppressively: "What else?"
"Well……"
Xu Qinglian was in a daze, and she didn't know why. When she woke up, she found that she was huddled in the gap under the desk, facing two long legs... Her boyfriend was still lowering his head and giving instructions:
"Hurry up, hurry up, I've long wanted to experience the passion of the office."
"Go to hell!" Xu Qinglian was filled with shame and anger. She used her hands hard. There was a pulley under Wang Ai's chair. With a bang, the chair and the person hit the wall, knocked over the clothes hanger, and tore off the oil painting on the wall...
"If it doesn't work, then it won't work. Why are you so violent?" Wang Ai muttered, holding the clothes hanger and hanging the oil painting. From time to time, he would ask Xu Qinglian to hit her in the back, and the blow would stimulate her spirit.
"That's enough!" Wang Ai turned around and grabbed Xu Qinglian's hand: "Hit me again and fight back!"
"Are you fighting back?" Xu Qinglian still groaned angrily.
A few minutes later, Wang Ai hugged Xu Qinglian and they squeezed into a boss chair: "I have to bite you."
Xu Qinglian hit Wang Ai and gasped.
"I remember I worked very hard last night."
Xu Qinglian hit Wang Ai again, weakly, and then felt her body sliding down. She quickly stopped: "No, no, I won't survive if someone comes in. I'm going home."
Wang Ai thought the same thing. The Light of Milan is a common cause for both of them and should not be trivial.
"Then what do you think?" Wang Ai asked nonchalantly: "I can even borrow last night's Champions League trophy."
"Don't worry." Xu Qinglian responded without any hesitation: "I need to tell my family. You know the situation in my family."
Wang Ai put his head on Xu Qinglian's shoulder and nodded when he heard the voice: "I'm not the one who stirred up trouble. Your grandma's family is quite cruel. After the divorce, they never interacted with each other and never came to see you. "
The beauty's body in Wang Ai's arms suddenly relaxed, and Wang Ai hugged her tightly: "Well, don't think too much about it, maybe your mother has something else to do, or it's inconvenient or something."
"You don't need to comfort me." Xu Qinglian sighed: "My dad scolded me when I was young and said that I was as hard-hearted as my mom. If my mom saw me as the love child of her and my dad, she would think of her failure whenever she saw me. Love, maybe you really don’t want to or are avoiding me on purpose.”
Wang Ai hummed and hugged Xu Qinglian for a while: "No matter what, I will be with you. No matter what happens, I will be with you."
Perhaps because she finally revealed the most painful thing in her heart, Xu Qinglian's mood suddenly became much brighter: "Okay, you go back, I still have work here."
When Wang Ai stood up and walked to the door, Xu Qinglian came up and kissed him: "No matter what, I will stay with you."
As the car drove home, Wang Ai was in a daze in the car. He lowered his head and took out his cell phone, flipped through it, and put it down again.
A few days later, the last game of the 0809 Serie A season was played at the Meazza Stadium, against Inter Milan and Atalanta. Since the only two Ballon d'Or and World Footballer in the team decided to retire after the end of this season, this This game also became Figo's farewell game.
Triple Crown winner Inter Milan prepared a grand farewell ceremony for Figo, and the whole game was full of a feeling of farewell.
Wang Ai, Ibrahimovic, Zanetti, Cambiasso and other main stars all played. Figo played 60 minutes and scored two goals. If he hadn't waved his hand to stop him, Wang Ai and other teammates would have continued to assist him. , helping him make a perfect curtain call.
Figo, who received applause from the audience, gazed affectionately at the blue-black stadium. Although he plans to play in the lower leagues next season and has tentative ideas of holding a commercial farewell match in Switzerland in the middle of next month, this is, after all, Triple Crown.
After all, this is his true career farewell game, and there could be no more perfect final performance.
Thinking of this, he raised his hands to the stands and applauded the field. The game was even interrupted for a minute, and the Atlanta players also applauded him.
After Figo came off the field, Jose also replaced Wang Ai, and the two friends who had known each other since 2001 were whispering on the sidelines.
The game ended in a 3:3 draw, and the Inter Milan club immediately started a series of celebrations including the Triple Crown victory parade, which lasted until June 2.
If it weren't for the top ten games waiting for Wang Ai to return eagerly, the activities of various sponsors in Italy and Europe would use up Wang Ai's time.
Anyone with a discerning eye knows that the aging Figo has become history. Among the glory of the "Triple Crown", the most shining star is a star from the Far East. Similarly, the gorgeous Barcelona also fell short. Although after the game, Catalonia
The media was dissatisfied and angry, but the game was ultimately lost.
The "Great International Era" has arrived.
This chapter has been completed!