It was dark, and the plane landed at Milan International Airport. Wang Ai came back from washing his face and pushed Li Jun awake: "You don't even know how to deal with jet lag like this, right? I forgot to tell you in advance."
“No.” Li Jun shook his head: “I have delayed going to bed for six hours these days, so I can work normally.”
“Huh?” Wang Ai looked at Li Jun up and down: “Okay, you really look like an assistant.”
While talking and laughing, several people carried their luggage and looked after them as they stepped off the plane. After walking a short distance, Yan Zhu specifically reminded Wang Ai, whose hat was held low: "Reporter."
Wang Ai looked up and saw that there were indeed figures in front of him: "No way? I didn't notify anyone."
But no matter how Wang Ai observed, the eyes of the reporters in front of him were all looking at him, and he knew that it was over, and he might not have escaped somewhere, so he walked up to the reporters and waved with a smile: "Mi stai aspettando? Hai avuto una"
lunga giornata.(Waiting for me? Thank you for your hard work.)"
The reporters couldn't help but crowded in front of Wang Ai. One of the microphones, probably because the reporter didn't hold it firmly, hit Wang Ai's face directly, causing Wang Ai's head to tilt back...
Some reporters were laughing, and some were worried. Wang Ai took a step back and rubbed his face: "Are you a reporter or a killer? I'm going to sue you for intentional injury!"
"Well, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." In the group of reporters, a "head" squeezed out. Wang Ai looked at her face, which was obviously young and immature, so she looked at her "weapon": "Oh? University of Milan
Majoring in multimedia communication in the School of Humanities? Are you my classmate?"
The girl nodded frequently, her eyes still showing excitement, but Wang Ai thought for a few seconds: "No, I originally planned to arrange for you to be the first to ask questions, but if this happens, the reporters will poke me in the face with the microphone in the future.
, I’ll punish you for being the last one.”
The reporters burst into laughter, and Wang Ai also smiled: "Everyone, come this way, don't delay others. I have time today, and I haven't been questioned by the Italian press for a long time. Come on... I'm not afraid of you.
!”
Everyone was quite relaxed and led to the side under the guidance of Wang Ai. As they walked, anxious reporters asked questions, and then they talked all over the place. Wang Ai was also quite helpless. When he saw that the main passage was clear, he stood still and started.
Answer: "Raphael and I don't really know each other. Although we have met in the Premier League and on some business occasions before, we have never talked, so I don't know his thoughts in the new season."
“Haven’t you called me? He took office at the beginning of June.”
Wang Ai shook his head: "No, during that period I was preparing for the World Cup, and then I went to South Africa. During a period of time in order to prepare for the game with all my strength, I didn't even take my phone with me, so maybe he called me, but I didn't receive it. Of course I didn't
I didn't call him because I really couldn't spare the energy. After all, he is the head coach. It would be disrespectful if I called him without being prepared."
“In other words, it’s been two and a half months and you haven’t had a phone call yet? Are you not optimistic about his coaching in Milan?”
"No, no." Wang Ai waved his hand quickly. Benitez looked at the rich and powerful, but he was actually a very sensitive and even somewhat idiosyncratic person. He might have thought something if he saw this interview. Wang Ai didn't want to do it for no reason.
He has a feud with the head coach. Under normal circumstances, the head coach will not use him no matter how he arranges his troops. Wang Ai's playing time is guaranteed enough and his interests are guaranteed enough, so why bother?
“Then why haven’t you called him?”
"I have said that I have been busy with the World Cup. I was busy preparing for the game before going to South Africa, busy playing in South Africa, and busy summarizing, attending meetings, endorsements, participating in fan activities, etc. when I came back from South Africa. I did not have time to think about the new season.
Team matters.”
Seeing that Wang Ai denied it and was able to justify himself, the reporters had no choice but to give up this angle and instead asked: "Do you think Benitez can surpass Mourinho's coaching performance? How many championships can you win in the new season?"
Wang Ai thought for a while: "To surpass Jose, I'm afraid it's not just a matter of training and tactics. The head coach does have a lot of responsibility for the team's performance, but it's not all the responsibility. No one can predict things like injuries.
No one wants to. So now I can't say which of the two coaches has better results in the end. Besides, in a sense, Jose's performance has reached the top. No team can always maintain the top, right?"
“You are not optimistic about the team’s performance in the new season? Do you think Rafael may not be able to achieve the heights of Jose?”
Wang Ai sighed: "Do you have to make Rafael hate me? I'm not familiar with him. In fact, any coach who comes to Inter Milan today has two prospects: either maintain or decline. Isn't this right?
The only right answer?”
When Wang Ai said this, he specifically turned his face towards the Milan TV camera and spread his hands.
“… He said that the Chinese team’s style of play was ugly, that it destroyed the beauty of Spain’s passing and control, and that it took away the Spanish team’s Hercules Cup. Do you want to respond to him?”
"Who...oh, I have never heard of this person." Wang Ai shook his head and calmed down: "I hope I can remind this gentleman or lady? The Chinese team scored the most goals in the World Cup in South Africa, but the number of red and yellow cards was
The bottom one. I don’t know what aesthetic point of view he thinks the Chinese team’s style of play is ugly, but at least according to the football aesthetics I understand, a team with strong attack power but not many fouls can’t be considered a team anyway.
ugly."
“But the Chinese team did spend most of the game doing damage to the Spanish team.”
Wang Ai looked at a bearded male reporter behind the crowd strangely when he heard the sound: "Are you an Italian reporter? Oh, but isn't the whole of Italy playing defensive counterattack? Why is China treated so specially? Facing the Spanish team like this
Strong, is it strange that the Chinese team adopted targeted arrangements to win? In fact, in my opinion, all teams in this World Cup will adopt similar methods when playing against Spain, but we won the final
Just the champion.”
Speaking of this, Wang Ai pressed down his hands and said seriously: "Chinese football has always been a student of European football. It learned from Hungary in the 1950s, hired a German head coach in the 1980s, and in recent years, including me, Chinese football
Professional players participate in the European League. I ask everyone not to be too surprised when the Chinese team wins the championship. The Chinese team has been learning for 60 years. I don’t ask everyone to like the Chinese team, but don’t treat them differently. In fact, from the perspective of playing style, the Chinese team is even considered
European teams.”
"Is the Chinese team considered a European team?" The reporters looked at each other in confusion after hearing Wang Ai's words, and they all felt that a big news was about to appear tomorrow.
“Is this the official Chinese view?”
“No, how can I represent the Chinese official?”
Wang Ai quickly denied: "I am just a player. Even if we do not describe Chinese football and European football in terms of a teacher-student relationship, we cannot deny that Chinese football is following the footsteps of European football."
This chapter has been completed!