Section 363 The Pride of All Asia (3)

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 "But in that case, what should I do in the midfield? What should I do in the backcourt? Without my abundant physical ability to intercept?"

"If you intercept, won't others bypass you?" Old Tang shook his head: "What I'm afraid of is that in the midfield, your new teammates will become obvious weaknesses and loopholes, and they will be caught and beaten by the opponent, and your

Our abilities are too strong and cannot be connected with each other. In this way, we cannot defend or attack, and our weaknesses are suddenly displayed in front of the whole world."

Speaking of this, Old Tang smiled bitterly: "That's what my job is like. In fact, the cards in the hand of Director Gao were not very good at that time, but he just played a flush, and I had to find a way to play according to the cards in my hand.

That’s it. But after thinking about it..."

Old Tang let out a long sigh, and Wang Ai pursed his lips and looked at Old Tang with sympathy. If when he first took over, Old Tang was very ambitious even though he knew the situation was not good, then in the past six months, he has visited the echelons extensively to select talents.

Old Tang must be a little discouraged, otherwise he wouldn't bet on his own attack power.

"Director Tang, no matter what position you want me to play, I will try my best. If you ask me to play center, I can score goals, but victory cannot be guaranteed."

"It's only as far as we go. Haven't you explained our problems to your superiors many times? I believe that when the performance declines, the leaders will also understand. Even the fans, you can pave the way for us when the time comes."

Wang Ai nodded silently, and after a while he pointed to the field: "I went to train? My whole body became hard after not moving for two days."

Old Tang chuckled: "Let's go, let's have a tactical preparation meeting in the afternoon. The Yinlak team's strength has declined sharply in the past two years, but it still has something to offer."

On the evening of the third day after arriving in Australia, Wang Ai was sitting in the dressing room of the Brisbane Stadium wearing the bright red uniform of the Chinese team. Old Tang had already finished the tactical arrangements and was not there at this time. Since the main players were still in the World Cup last year

It was a group of people, so everyone was not nervous and were chatting and laughing in a relaxed manner.

After a while, Old Tang opened the door and came in: "Let's go."

Everyone filed out. Unexpectedly, the stadium, which had been unresponsive during the warm-up, suddenly erupted in cheers and whistles the moment Wang Ai appeared. When the team members, including Wang Ai, looked back at the main stand in surprise, they applauded.

The sound rang out and quickly moved the entire audience.

Zhou Haibin pushed the stunned Wang Ai: "It's for you."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Haibin hid away. Wang Ai suddenly smiled and calmly raised his right hand to signal to the main stand. The applause became even more enthusiastic. Whether it was the Chinese, Yinla people or Australians, they all warmly greeted this person.

Pay tribute to the most successful professional player of the 21st century, and pay tribute to the only superstar in history to win five Player of the Year awards.

The tribute ceremony lasted a full two minutes!

At first, many people didn't have this idea at all, but after someone took the lead, they suddenly remembered that he had just been crowned again at the FIFA awards ceremony just a few days ago. Less than a year ago, he led the Chinese team to win the All-Asia Championship.

With his second World Cup title, his glorious resume suddenly came alive here.

The live sports channel wished it had eight eyes and sixteen ears to transmit this touching scene to the country without missing a beat, so that for these two minutes the host and guests did not say a word, just letting the cameras and speakers speak.

The respect a Chinese young man receives in a foreign country.

The referee team was also surprised, but they kept smiling throughout the whole process, neither blocking nor urging. The referee even led two assistants to gently applaud. Although this slightly violated the principle of neutrality, no one was held accountable. After all, the opponent Yin Lak

Everyone is applauding... This is a consensus that transcends the outcome of the game and is the pride of all Asia.

After Wang Ai signaled to the stands around him many times, the applause gradually stopped, the two sides were ready to start the game, and the sports channel finally returned to normal.

Today's host He Wei hurriedly read out the lineup of both parties and took advantage of the heat to ask the guests: "Guang Hai, what do you think of the scene just now?"

"It's so radiant!" Lao Bai said very straightforwardly: "As a former professional player, I envy and take it for granted. In the past, neither Korea's Cha Bum-gen, my country's Sun Jihai nor Yin Lang's Ali Daiyin could reach him. The height. While others are the main force of the team, he is the absolute core and indispensable."

"But he seems to have never been a captain?" He Wei asked curiously.

When Lao Bai heard this, he couldn't help but sneered: "Captain? That's not a problem at all. If he wants to be the leader, it's just a matter of words. He just won't fight for it."

He Wei glanced at the small screen and found that there was about a minute left. He took the time to ask another question that fans on social networks were interested in: "We have all heard that many wealthy families are not united and form cliques. Wang Ai tells you.

Have you passed?"

"He didn't talk about things in this area." Lao Bai recalled: "When we were together, we either chatted or just talked about football, technology, tactics, opponents and equipment. There was no need to discuss personnel issues, at least he didn't.

Interested."

Lao Bai also glanced at the screen and found that there were still more than ten seconds left: "When you repeatedly play the role of savior in a team, any personnel disputes will stay away from you, and anyone will get close to you, at least they will not offend you, because you

He will lead them to victory, lead them to fame, lead them to raise their salary, and no one will have trouble with their own wallet."

He Wei took over: "Okay, the game is about to start. Wang Ai has just been back for a few days and his physical fitness should be average, so he is playing as a substitute in this game, just like he was in Manchester City. Maybe he is the most outstanding substitute player in history."

.Okay, the game has begun!"

When Lao Bai heard this, he suppressed his desire to speak. He stared at the small screen intently, but his mind was spinning Zhang Bin's phone call a few days ago: "The fans said that your commentary was unconventional and that you were upright and outspoken. There were some things other guests said.

Fans will feel offended and unauthoritative. It’s okay if you say so. Apart from Wang Ai, you are the most successful professional star in our country and the second-leading scorer in the history of the Chinese team. I dare say they are the only ones who are more authoritative than you.

So we invite you to commentate on this Asian Cup. Just continue your style. Everyone likes it very much, especially your jokes about Xiao Wang. You know how much everyone loves to watch his news, but it’s a pity that he is too stingy...

"

Thinking of this, Lao Bai lowered his head and glanced at the small piece of paper in his hand, and he couldn't help but let out a chuckle in his heart.

In the past seven or eight years of national competitions, regardless of whether the guests are willing or not, the host will say a few words about Wang Ai in the chat section. Guests who have had personal contact with him are becoming more and more popular. In this way, fans

To satisfy his thirst for news, if Lao Bai hadn't been busy doing business before, he would have been dragged here long ago.


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