Only people with very rich football knowledge and very keen football vision can realize that Wang Ai's goal just now was not a fluke but marked the beginning of a certain moment. For example, BJ's two night owl middle-aged children have already started a new life at this time.
With a bottle of beer, I separated from my role as a Football Association cadre and national team coach and became a pure fan.
After restarting the kick, after several passes, the football came to Wang Ai's feet again. Wang Ai once again brought the ball to Barcelona's right backcourt. Alves pressed forward more this time, hoping to give himself a chance to compensate: even if he was passed
Now, as long as he is far away from the goal, he can still catch up again... Even if things don't work out, he can go behind Pique and help him to defend him, so that he doesn't have to scold him all the time.
Wang Ai was a little surprised. After noticing Alves turning around several times, he immediately understood what he was thinking, so this time Wang Ai didn't rush forward and even slowed down the speed of his fake movements, even if there was a chance to pass, "
"Wait for" Alves to come up again.
Ten seconds after making the decision, Alves could no longer think. He was horrified to find that his body was always not in the expected position. He wanted to go to the right, but his body went to the left, and to the left, he went to the right.
He even feared that he had cerebral palsy or some strange motor neuropathy.
When Wang Ai's figure finally disappeared from sight, and he finally recovered his "missing" body, he forgot to catch up immediately. Instead, he stood there and indulged in the joy of regaining control of his body.
Pique couldn't care about Alves anymore. He was facing the impact of opponents one after another. Every time Wang Ai made a small fake move, he felt like he was hit hard. He had spent too much time in the previous half hour.
My body can no longer bear it.
At this moment, Wang Ai gave up the frontal breakthrough and chose to cut in laterally. A red alarm immediately sounded in Pique's heart: This is how he scored just now!
Fortunately, Pique was on guard and immediately blocked the block. Unexpectedly, Wang Ai's inward movement was fake. He raised his right foot and quickly turned half a circle with his body. The two football stars who were less than one meter apart were facing each other.
The same choice was made: turn left at the same time!
However, Wang Ai has the ball at his feet.
After this ultimate confrontation appeared on countless electronic screens, Barcelona fans were collectively dumbfounded, while Real Madrid fans roared, this is Kluyinf's turn!
In a game where the team founded by Kluyinf commemorated Kluyinf's death, his opponent used Kluyinf's signature move. Is this a slap in the face or a tribute?
No matter which one, Wang Ai's super one-on-one ability was undoubtedly revealed in front of two world-class superstar guards, clearly telling the world: His changes this season were just what he wanted, not forced. His one-on-one ability has never changed.
Not lowered!
Wang Ai and Pique turned left at the same time. One dribbled the ball directly towards the goal, while the other was still trying hard to adjust his center of gravity and could not make any blocking actions. He was pulling hands, shoulder collisions, tripping legs, and squeezing.
The presence of Wang Ai allowed Wang Ai to duel with the goalkeeper extremely easily and calmly.
The result was no surprise. Wang Ai's low shot turned Bravo's wonderful save into a salute.
After scoring this time, Wang Ai did not run directly to the bottom of the Real Madrid fans' stand to interact with them. Instead, he ran towards the main stand, stretched out his finger from afar, tapped his chest first, and then pointed in the direction of the stand.
Just when the CCTV director was nervously preparing to press the delay button, the TV signal in front of him was already sensitive to the camera behind Wang Ai. In the direction of Wang Ai's finger, there was a huge sign with black characters on a white background at the bottom of the main stand.
The "14" is Kluyinf's jersey number!
Seeing this scene, the Spanish TV station's commentary in front of the director's ears was temporarily silent, while He Wei and Lao Bai breathed a sigh of relief. Lao Gao and Lao Tang, who were also nervous and relieved to watch this scene, laughed in unison, and Lao Tang
He put down the beer can and pointed at the TV: "I don't think our little prince will make such a mistake. There are so many international celebrities and politicians here. With his overall view, he will definitely not cause trouble."
Lao Gao crossed his legs and said, "What a brain!"
"How to say?"
Lao Gao shook his head: "It's like doing business. We have a calculator in our hands, and he has a computer in his hand. Although we can't make mistakes in calculations, he has enough computing power to take care of other things. It's like
Just now, if it were someone else, they would only be thinking about passing people and scoring goals. Once they score, they will just enjoy themselves and not think about anything else. If you really think about it deliberately, you will not be able to do anything well. That is to say,
The average person's brain is not enough to calculate so many things. It takes a brain like his that has been trained for a long time to think about everything and want everything. He has a huge appetite for greed."
"Indeed." Old Tang nodded: "I saw some people who wrote slogans on their shirts. They only thought of showing it after scoring a goal and running for a while. It's not like he did any celebration at all and just watched the football cross the goal line.
Then he immediately turned around and ran towards the main stand, and the camera almost missed him."
"So..." Lao Gao put down his crossed legs and looked up at the ceiling: "You must have a high school diploma and a second career system."
Old Tang frowned and said cautiously: "Forced?"
Lao Gao took a deep breath: "Yeah!"
Old Tang thought about it and picked up the wine jar to drink Dongdong. Old Gao looked at him: "With him here, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It will be hard to say when he retires."
Old Tang took a few sips and put down the can: "When are you going to tell him?"
Lao Gao mused: "Let's do it in the summer. After the Olympics, don't bother him before, so that he doesn't get really anxious with me."
"Then he won't be impatient anymore? Although he is not afraid of offending people, he offends people when necessary."
Lao Gao rubbed his chin: "That's why I asked him to go to the referee committee first."
Old Tang frowned: "What do you mean?"
"No matter how powerful an atomic bomb is, if you cut it into pieces and turn it into a red earth, it will have no destructive power." Lao Gao said this with some satisfaction: "Who gave him a brain? I let him go.
He will definitely doubt the name of the referee committee and then analyze it. But if I don't tell him the ultimate goal, he can only doubt it. Anyway, he doesn't have to go to work, so he can't object. I will give him more referee work next time.
Qualifications, review documents, let him read them, anyway, he usually reads them. Then I will ask him to take the coaching certificate test at the appropriate time. Anyway, he also likes to read, and the test is not difficult. After doing this, he will probably understand what I want.
What did you ask him to do? But by then, it will be too late to regret and it will be too late to get angry."
Old Tang smiled and shook his head: "Aren't you still plotting against him?"
"It's okay that he plots against others all day long, but it's not okay for others to plot against him?" Lao Gao pointed to the footage of Wang Ai paying tribute to Cruyff that was still replayed on TV. Many Barcelona fans applauded with various complicated expressions on their faces.
Why doesn't our star have to be the opponent? Ahhhh!
This chapter has been completed!