Their close conversation was ended by a burst of high-decibel shouts from the fans. The goal area in the first half of Inter Milan was in chaos. Although they heard the sharp screams of the young woman next to them, they also knew that she did not bring binoculars.
, she didn’t even see how she got in, she just liked to shout along with everyone.
Fortunately, there was replay on the sidelines, and it finally became clear this time.
Mancini attacked from the right, and Sneijder went to support him. Wang Ai's position was more in the middle, and Inter Milan's entire offensive system focused on the right. After Mancini attacked near the bottom line of the frontcourt, he used a beautiful escape to
He sent a good ball in the middle, but unfortunately Balotelli was a beat too slow to respond and failed to control the ball well. The opponent used his calf to block it out of the penalty area.
Just at this time, Wang Ai moved here and saw Balotelli's unwillingness, so he sent it to the feet of the black boy again. The black boy learned his lesson and was very cautious this time, firmly protecting the ball and completing the ball carefully.
He turned around and found that both central defenders were standing...
As a hard-core center, dribbling, especially in-situ dribbling, is not what Black Boy is good at. After he made a few clumsy moves, he was tackled by the opponent's midfielder who caught up. But Balotelli struggled after all.
As a result, the ball was not delivered according to the goal of the opponent's midfielder, but was delivered to Wang Ai's feet again.
At this time, Wang Ai had returned to the left side of the penalty area. This time, Wang Ai simply threw a high ball and asked Black Boy to jump up and fight. His body was still very strong. Sure enough, Black Boy won the first point.
Everyone was pushed to the head, but no one was able to fight, but he still couldn't control it under the push of the opponent, and he was also hit on the head by the opponent. The black boy was already so aggrieved that he had no intention of making any more moves.
, so he simply kicked it back to Wang Ai.
Wang Aimian's ball is a little dazed, so I can't send it out, right? Okay!
So, while Balotelli was covering his head and squatting down, Wang Ai dribbled the ball inward and kicked decisively. The football accurately penetrated the Lyon team's defense and hit the goal close to the goal post.
Listening to the explosive cheers, the black boy raised his head: "In?"
Wang Ai nodded and pulled Hei Xiaozi up: "Yes, your assist!"
"Really?" The black boy suddenly became happy, his head no longer hurt, and the grievance just now disappeared.
"You know, when Wang first came, I didn't support him." The Latin girl who was with the Chinese girl high in the stands said cheerfully: "We were all kings at that time, oh Adriano fans.
, although we all know that he is an alcoholic, his shooting is very powerful and unique. We are all attracted by the power in him that is different from ordinary South American players, just like we noticed Batistuta back then.
.”
The Chinese girl had a little difficulty listening to her English. She spoke quickly and urgently, so she could only wait dryly for her to finish: "But Gabriel was already too old when he came. Although he was still as brave as a lion, he was already
I can’t run anymore, but Ade is different. He is really a charming man. Ah, he has been my dream lover for a while!”
The Chinese girl finally understood, especially her nymphomaniac expression, and whistled to match.
"So you know?" The young woman pointed to Wang Ai, who was talking to Mancini on the court and waiting for the ball to resume: "He is a doctor, and I am just a high school student, and my teacher is only an undergraduate. Do you understand? He
Without a sense of intimacy in our hearts, we cannot imagine that a university professor would become our on-field idol!"
"But he is really awesome!" The Latin girl held her hands on her chest and shook her head: "He made me find the feeling of a god in the world. He is arrogant and powerful. Even if he likes to joke, he still has a sense of distance.
, she has never become the girl of my dreams, but she is the one I always miss at work."
"Idol?" A simple word popped up among the Chinese girls.
"It's not like that. It's not like an idol like a football star." The Latin girl hesitated and shook her head: "Idols are the kind that you instinctively want to go to bed with, but he is not. Although he only wants to sleep with me.
Hooking his fingers, I would immediately burst into flames, but he didn't, there was no such possibility. He was quite pure, just the, um, faith on the court, our God."
"That's right!" The Latin girl took out her mobile phone and found a photo: "Look at this? Many of us are spreading rumors that the moment he raised a pair of golden boots at the door of the club the year before last, many of us were
It was like seeing an angel."
Several girls stretched out their heads to surround her mobile phone. In the picture, they saw Wang Ai's tall figure appearing on the steps in front of the crowded crowd, between two closed doors. There was deepness behind him, and his
The front was bright. He raised his hands, and in each hand was a golden "treasure", facing a ray of sunshine from the sky, the brilliance was dazzling.
"Is it similar?" The Latin girl put away her cell phone again: "Masimo spent a lot of effort and sincerity to invite him here. From the 0304 season to the 0708 season, for four years... our
Chairman! Our knight, our president, has finally brought us an incredible man."
Seeing that the Latin girl was so enthusiastic, several Chinese girls couldn't accept it. One of them boldly asked: "Why don't we Chinese feel this way? His status in China is, well, it should be very high, but we
There is no such feeling.”
"You have no faith." After the Latin girl finished speaking, she glanced at several Chinese girls and shrugged: "Well, you are atheists. You don't believe in miracles. You only believe in human efforts. But this cannot explain him.
He is the only one in the world who can do this with his stone ball, and he cannot explain his scoring rate of two goals per game, which even aliens cannot do. You chose to explain it with diligence, but we are more willing
Give credit to the gods.”
"But, he should also be an atheist." A girl argued unconvinced.
"For gods..." The Latin girl thought for a while and suddenly laughed: "There is no god in the world. Gods control their own destiny, so gods can be atheists."
Several Chinese girls looked at each other with their mouths open: How else can we explain it this way?
However, it sounds reasonable!
While he was in a daze, there was another noise around him. It turned out that Wang Ai was tripped during the attack and won a free kick in the frontcourt.
And he is making concessions to Sneijder, the current kicker in the team, and Sneijder and the fans are cheering in the same direction: We want to see your miracle of four goals in a single game in the Champions League!
Come, my gods!
This chapter has been completed!