The two of them understood quite well that Wang Ai had never been a physical person, nor a reckless man, but a player who really used his brain. So when he found a problem, he would definitely find a way to explore the real cause, instead of relying on
Destiny depends on luck, which is why Wang Ai has never been seriously injured in his ten years of career.
Many players, such as Gomez, are far less concerned and sensitive about the body than Wang Ai. Some important signs are often ignored, and the result is that injuries occur suddenly.
A balanced and strict nutritional intake and a regular and continuous training life can greatly reduce the occurrence of injuries and ensure the continuation of the state. However, the human body is a dynamic organization after all, not completely a machine, so there will always be
There are various temporary problems. Therefore, good physical management of the body requires not only daily persistence, but also temporary intervention.
The night breeze was a bit chilly, so Leonie and Xu Qinglian said hello and went home when they couldn't persuade her, leaving the man they loved deeply searching tirelessly in the quiet park.
The next night, Wang Ai sat at the dining table with a frown on his face. Li Jun looked around and deliberately said loudly: "Doctor, yesterday Barcelona and Spartak Moscow played a Champions League match. Messi scored two goals. Real Madrid and Real Madrid...
Manchester City played a game and Ronaldo scored one."
"Hmm...huh? Hmm." Wang Ai seemed to hear it, but he didn't seem to hear it. In short, he ate absentmindedly. Several times, he picked up onions he didn't like with his chopsticks and ate them in his mouth without realizing it.
As the absolute backbone of this big family of 20 people, when Wang Ai was in a rare mood, the whole dinner became extremely dull. This finally made Wang Ai notice it, and he reluctantly raised his hand: "I'm fine, I'm just
I didn’t understand it for a moment, you eat what you have.”
The atmosphere was a little more lively, but dinner was still much faster than usual. Wang Ai put down her chopsticks and went upstairs when she felt full. After a while, the door of the second study room was gently pushed open, and Leonie looked around at the room.
The layout is a temporary study room in the bedroom. Wang Ai leaned on the single sofa without realizing it, supporting his chin with one arm, looking at the street lamp outside the window in trance.
One was standing and the other was sitting. It took 15 minutes for Wang Ai to realize that there was an extra person in the room.
"I'm fine, I'm much better than before." Wang Ai smiled.
Leonie stepped forward and bent down to look directly into Wang Ai's eyes: "You are better than before. It should be your self-psychological construction during this period that has played a role, but what exactly is it? They don't
You dare to come, so I can only ask you, your face is so dark and scary."
"Really?" Wang Ai breathed out in relief: "It has nothing to do with you, what are you afraid of."
"I'm afraid it will delay your thinking." Leonie felt a little uncomfortable when she bent over. She simply squatted in front of Wang Ai and put her hands on his knees: "If there is any problem, let's discuss it together. Except for Qinglian, Huang Ai and I
Xin is also a person in the football industry and has been doing it for so many years."
"Yes." Wang Ai nodded, casually touched Leonie's hand, and looked out the window again: "I feel very wrong, and my state is not right at all. Today's training ground is the same as yesterday's game. I really want to
There are many opportunities to advance, but the final conversion rate is only about 15%, which is much lower than what I usually do, but I still can’t find the reason.”
Having said this, Wang Ai turned around and looked at Leonie in confusion: "What problem do you think I could have? I have thought about it over and over for the past two days and I haven't found anything wrong with my life or training. Everything is going according to plan, my body is not tired, and I
There’s no discomfort at all, it’s just that I can’t kick it out and it’s gone after I kick it out…”
Speaking of this, Wang Ai suddenly paused, and Leonie's hand held Wang Ai's hand: "What?"
"It's not as accurate as before." Wang Ai murmured: "But I got a lot more opportunities than before, so I scored a lot of goals, which covered up the problem."
"But I saw that you were very accurate in both the competition and training yesterday."
Wang Ai shook his head: "You don't understand, I mean my feeling...hiss, it's still wrong..."
Seeing the man getting entangled again, Leonie couldn't bear to say: "Why don't you find a goal and hang up your net? It seems you haven't used this for a few years, right?"
Wang Ai turned around: "Oh, yes!"
Watching Wang Ai hurried downstairs, Leonie went out and shook her head at Xu Qinglian. She didn't really believe that this was the problem, just as she found that Wang Ai didn't really believe it either, just like treating a dead horse like a living horse.
From the bottom of the warehouse box, he took out the new training net that the women had made for him two years ago but had never been used. Wang Ai took his men and horses to find a secluded corner in the artificial forest. Between two trees
Hanging between them, Wang Ai shot in one by one from a distance of twenty meters, and kicked more than a hundred times. He tried static, dynamic, straight, and curved kicks, and the result was as accurate as ever.
The problem was not solved, and the women were already planning to compromise. Even Huang Xin was ready to be beaten twice or three times. Wang Ai went to his study after returning home. This uneasy state continued during breakfast the next day.
It finally reached the top before.
After returning from running, Huang Xin, who went downstairs after taking a shower, Leonie, who was serving food from the kitchen, and Xu Qinglian, who was rubbing her arms, discovered at the same time that Wang Ai walked into the room in a state of despair, looked at the three of them and said, "I'm blindfolded."
The ball is strong.”
"...What?" The three of them were very surprised.
As Wang Ai's pillow, companion and confidant who talks about everything, they all know what the real underlying skills of the "offensive all-rounder" Wang Ai are. That is the persistence of playing football on the bed for 20 years.
The miraculous skill relies on the touch of the feet, the skin's capture of the air flow, the intuition of the brain and nerves' high-speed calculations, and the meticulous ball feel marked by the blindfold ball-bobbing technology!
It is a touch that has been imitated since its birth and has never been repeated. It seems that every pore can breathe.
Throw away this thing, and everything Wang Ai has will be something that can be surpassed and can be achieved as long as he works hard; this thing is Wang Ai's true talent hidden under the perfection of his body, the development of his mind, and the comprehensiveness of his technology.
So they were as shocked as Wang Ai.
Even with his current ability, Wang Ai will not fall off the super giant platform in his career. Even if he retires today, Wang Ai will still be the most brilliant one in the football world in the new century, but... the ceiling is the cruelest thing.
, What supports Wang Ai, who is successful and has everything, to continue going down is the seemingly infinite height, the sense of accomplishment of pursuing heights, creating history, and pushing the limits.
Therefore, the loss of a little trick that was almost forgotten by people shocked the whole family.
This chapter has been completed!