"Wang Ai, what do you think about your record of scoring goals in 19 consecutive World Cup games being interrupted today? Do you feel regretful and regretful?"
After the game, He Wei held the microphone and shouted this question to the reporters. Even if he was the first to ask the question, others would not take it away from him, but he was still very excited: "Wang Ai, we all know
How great this record is, and today you had the opportunity to continue it."
"Ah?" Wang Ai was shocked, and then he showed an expression of regret and loss. He was silent for a few seconds and suddenly looked up at He Wei: "Where is this record?"
In front of the TV, the leaders including Shen Xiangfu who accompanied him all smiled. Even he was deceived by Wang Ai's expression just now. The tens of millions of fans watching the live broadcast happily also laughed.
On the TV, He Wei was also almost unable to catch the call because of Wang Ai. He simply lied: "Captain Wang, my Captain Wang, this is a live broadcast, a live broadcast! People all over the country are watching, please be more serious."
"Oh." Wang Ai scratched his face, turned his head and thought: "I didn't lie to you. I really didn't know that this record existed. So, since I didn't create this record intentionally, there is no need.
Deliberately retain it. In fact, compared to this, isn't the Chinese team writing bigger and more beautiful records in every game now?"
"So how do you evaluate the performance of you and Messi today? He scored a goal, but you didn't."
Wang Ai patted Messi's jersey on his shoulder: "Not only did I not score a goal, my performance was quite embarrassing. I know what I look like today in the camera, rolling and lying on the ground, right? I have become Messi's technique countless times.
The background board? My agent must be hiding in a corner crying at this time."
Speaking of this, Wang Ai looked at He Wei and other reporters in front of him, many of whom were reporters with East Asian faces. He breathed a sigh of relief and spoke slowly: "There is no doubt that Messi beat me today."
Wang Ai suddenly smiled and opened his eyes wide: "But, the Chinese team won! We have entered the semi-finals!"
As soon as the words were spoken, countless people watched Wang Ai punching hard on the TV with their hearts surging!
Even Shen Xiangfu, who was accompanying the leader, forgot himself for a moment and blurted out: "Okay!"
The leader looked at the excited Shen Xiangfu, then at Jin Zhiyang who was calm and composed but actually exerting strength in his arms, and then at Wang Ai with a dirty jersey on TV. At this time, Shen Xiangfu noticed his gaffe, turned his head and rushed apologetically
The leader and accompanying secretary smiled.
The leader shook his head and pointed at the TV: "They all talk about patriotism, but what does patriotism mean? They talk about dedication, but what does dedication mean? Such important moments can reveal a person's true character."
The people accompanying him nodded one after another, and some looked thoughtful.
Lao Shen suddenly looked at Jin Zhiyang hesitantly. The leader waved his hand and said with a smile, "If you have anything to say, just say it."
Jin Zhiyang smiled and stopped trying to stop him, but Shen Xiangfu was still a little cautious: "Privately, he admired the old man Bai Fangli who was a volunteer teacher in Tianjin. He studied and told his deeds within the national team many times and called on the team members to learn from him*
********* listened quietly and nodded gently: "No wonder."
When Wang Ai's figure disappeared from the camera with his unforgettable smile, He Wei turned to face the camera: "Finally we passed this level, we passed the difficult test from Argentina and Messi, we
Having entered the semi-finals, we are close to that goal. Please look forward to it with us and witness it together."
As the people watching the game late at night dispersed, the Brazilian National Stadium also returned to calm. The Chinese team and the Argentinian team returned to their hotels. After today's difficult game, the Chinese team won a ticket to the Sao Paulo Arena, and
The Argentine team can enjoy this relaxing summer, despite their reluctance and despite their bitterness.
Two games were played yesterday at noon and afternoon to determine the first combination of the semi-finals. The German team in the France-Germany battle narrowly defeated France 1:0, and the game between Brazil and Colombia ended with the host 2:1. A few days later
, it should be the match between Germany and Brazil that Wang Ai still has clear memories of. As for the match between the Netherlands and Costa Rica that will be played this afternoon, it is no surprise that the Tulip Army will become the opponent of the Chinese team.
That is the Oranje of Robben, Sneijder, Van der Vaart, and Huntelaar, a national team that Wang Ai likes very much. When he thinks of fighting his friends to death, he even has to resolutely kill his friends.
Being eliminated from the competition and destroying their great dream made Wang Ai feel a little sad.
"Maybe I spent too much today and became weak." Wang Ai whispered to Leonie beside him on the bus back to the hotel.
"What's wrong with you admitting it openly?" Leonie poked Wang Ai in the ribs in the noisy carriage.
"Don't make trouble." Wang Ai took a breath and waved his hand in response to Leonie's sudden change of expression: "It's nothing serious. The team doctor has looked at it. There are no fractures. It's just that the hit was pretty hard. Messi's arm
It’s still pretty hard.”
"Thankfully, I still sympathize with him. He was eliminated well and made him cry to death!" Leonie has a clear distinction between love and hate.
Wang Ai laughed and shook his head. Leonie grabbed Wang Ai's hand: "What's wrong? Love is overflowing?"
Wang Ai blinked: "No, but suddenly I feel that we are all involuntarily. We have inherited the gladiator spirit for thousands of years. Even if there is no injustice or hatred, we can only kill you to death for the praise of the audience. We
We should be friends, friends who promote each other, compete with each other and run to a higher level together. At least if we are in Chinese culture, this will definitely be the ending..."
"If that's the case, can we still have the charm of the World Cup and the charm of football? Cruelty is actually a kind of beauty, a soul-stirring beauty." Leonie said with the flavor of an aria: "It is precisely because there are laughter and tears.
, there are successes, failures, realizations, regrets, dramas, comedies, and tragedies. It is the World Cup that has extraordinary charm, and it is still unforgettable decades later."
Wang Ai puffed up his cheeks and gasped, and Leonie said funnyly: "You have to adapt to your role. This is what you do, and you do it best. If you sympathize with them, can you sympathize with them? You have been there since you were a child.
How many opponents have we defeated and how many tears have we made? The star who can score the most goals, the super giant who scored 88 league goals in a season. Now that I think about it, do you feel bad? What have you been doing?"
"Come on." Leonie said in a flurry: "Modern football has been promoted and created by many factors for a century. At least in terms of business and influence, it is already in a near-perfect state. Your entry point for football reform is wrong.
"
"Who considers football reform?" Wang Ai turned away angrily and ignored the lion.
This chapter has been completed!