The heavyweight host followed the work for five days. Not to mention Wang Ai himself, Wang Ai's stakeholders, not only his family but also friends and partners, will watch it.
While eating breakfast, Wang Ai looked at the messages on the black mobile phone and couldn't help but lamented and speeded up the meal. But there was no way that the meal was too big. The show started halfway through the meal, so he had to carry the dinner plate to the third floor and enter the bedroom to turn on the computer.
Tune into CCTV online and watch it while eating.
According to the introduction in Shui Junyi's text message, the filming material will be cut into a five-hour interview, but the TV time is not enough and cannot be given that long, so only one and a half hours are shown on TV.
At 2:30 p.m. BJ time and 7:30 a.m. UK time, Wang Ai was drinking milk, Shi Wenjun was nibbling on an apple, and on the screen in front of him, Shui Junyizheng, dressed in a suit, began to write seriously: "Ten years ago we
We say he is the hope of Chinese football. Five years ago we said he was the breakthrough of Chinese football. Today he has reached the pinnacle of world football. Although he has almost never left our field of vision in the past ten years, we are still curious when we look back on the past.
, how he jumped from an Asian teenager who received professional training very late to a star at the same level as Maradona, how he spent and completed the super giant war that shocked the world in the first two seasons, and he is now in
What are you busy with in your spare time?"
After leaving enough suspense, Shui Junyi paused: "Before the Spring Festival, we went to Wang Ai's home in Manchester and conducted a five-day follow-up interview. Please follow our camera to his home.
one look."
What follows is a half-minute clip, including a fleeting glimpse of the yard and main building of Wang Ai's house, the greetings of several people when they met at the airport, the laughter and laughter of everyone at the breakfast table, and the laughter and frolicking of many Manchester City stars on the training ground and in the gym.
In it, Wang Ai is sweating profusely. In addition, there is a ten-second glimpse of the interior of Wang Ai's home, from the front yard to the back yard, the first floor, the second floor, and the third floor, and even a lady and a wiwi couple.
Kangsi had already left when the dog and cat arrived at Wang Ai's house. After Kangsi came back for a while, she also sent them to Wang Ai's Weibo. After Li Jun came, Xiao Gui and Cao followed. Over the years, cats and dogs
The photos are the only content on Wang Ai’s Weibo besides football, so they are quite famous.
After the clip, there was a pitch-black night and white air visible in the breath. The back of Shui Junyi, who was wearing a down jacket and looked bloated, appeared in the camera. He turned back to the camera and said: "This is an ordinary British morning.
There are still two hours before sunrise, and Wang Ai has already started a day of morning exercise..."
Seeing this, Wang Ai lost interest. The content that interested fans across the country was what he had to live every day. This morning, when Wenjun was with him, there was still some excitement. Usually, he was almost undistracted. So he sped up.
I ate so fast that I even went downstairs to deliver dinner plates, and when I came back, it was almost finished.
"I know why you didn't go to the training ground. You revealed it before and he forgot."
After returning, Shi Wenjun pointed to the scene on the computer screen of them going home together after sunrise: "You are afraid of being institutionalized, and you also seek a certain degree of freedom in this way. Your training ground is in the mountains and jungles, there is no
Audience, if there is no camera, no one will care about you even if your butt is bare."
Wang Ai sneered and pulled a chair in front of the sofa, put his legs up and stretched: "It's rare to be lazy and I feel sleepy. The next show will be boring. How about you watch me sleep?"
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"What a beautiful idea. I'm filming you, not me? In fact, we can all predict the direction and nature of the show, and you haven't offended anyone."
Wang Ai hummed and said, "Okay, I was kindly photographed by someone. If someone asks me something in the future, it would be embarrassing if I couldn't answer it."
Shi Wenjun said nothing and leaned on Wang Ai's shoulder, and the two of them watched the entire film in silence, sometimes talking, and sometimes silently.
"The part where you visit accounts for a large part." Shi Wenjun closed the webpage and looked back: "Didn't you say that it is mainly about showing your life content? It seems that the scheduled title is "The Real Little Prince"?"
"It's a true lie." Wang Ai smiled and took Shi Wenjun's arm into his arms: "What should I do? I just like to hold you?"
"Just give me a hug. It's not like I won't let you hug me. Why am I asking you a question?"
"Perhaps the Football Association played a role? I think it was meant to help the Football Association promote the construction of football culture. It was to adjust the focus of this program to warm up the special meeting in the second half of the year. I have said so much and I have made it clear.
If you don’t know what I’m going to do next, then everyone who eats this bowl of rice must have to think more about it, right?”
"It should be that in a program that reveals the secrets of the life of a prospective football king, the next development direction of Chinese football is revealed through your life clips and work content. This is a case within the case."
Wang Ai laughed: "Anyway, I don't have much to say about myself. In fact, I have been interviewing here and there over the years. If I hadn't changed clubs all the time, there would be nothing new for everyone. That's fine, too.
I went to pay attention to the new problems in Chinese football, and everyone followed me. Not only did the problem get solved, it was at least alleviated, and it kept my sense of freshness. Fans are always changing from generation to generation. I went to the World Cup in Korea and Japan.
At that time, it was still the post-70s generation, but now we are all the post-80s and post-90s generations, and I have to adjust my own words and deeds based on everyone's feedback."
"Then find some girls."
Wang Ai exclaimed, crossed his arm over Shi Wenjun's shoulder and lowered it, and made a few mischievous moves: "Women are tigers, and I am Wu Song, but no matter how strong I am, I can't afford to offend a group of tigers, right? Now I see
Women with bright eyes will stay away."
"Including Shakira?"
"Why aren't you finished? I just showed a little interest."
"As you said, your two statuses match each other." Shi Wenjun teased Wang Ai. Seeing that the man was a little impatient, he said, "Suppose, if there is a chance to introduce her to you, would you be willing?"
"Why not?" Wang Ai said quite frankly: "Suzanne is also a celebrity, right? I met her when we were in Italy. Our two families often walked around, went out to play, ate, etc., and I gave them to Susanna.
I introduced the job."
"That's right, she is still a model that goes beyond entertainment."
"Really? The same goes for Shakira. If I have the chance, I would like to meet and chat with her. If nothing else, she is so confident, unrestrained and independent on stage, and I am naturally curious about her in life. I am satisfied.
It’s fine, some beautiful things should belong to you, and some should belong to the public.”
This chapter has been completed!