"Our fatigue fuels our opponents, and the warm home atmosphere also keeps the submarine's parts in the best condition."
Wang Ai and Zidane, who rarely attended the press conference after the game, came to the press hall together. When faced with the reporter's question "How do you evaluate this game?", they had an even more rare talk.
"This is an opponent worthy of respect. Although the final result was that we won 4:2, the process was thrilling and we consumed a lot of money." When Wang Ai said this, he suddenly turned to look at Zidane: "It seems, I grabbed the
Got your lines."
Zidane smiled: "As a future coach, you can start from now."
"Okay." Amidst the laughter caused by Zidane teasing him about getting a coaching certificate, Wang Ai looked at the audience: "Any more questions?"
After several local media tortured the coach with questions, the question was thrown back to Wang Ai: "Doctor, I heard that you and Real Madrid have had some conflicts recently, can you confirm it?"
"No." When the flames in the reporters' eyes burned, Wang Ai added: "Because there is no."
"Coach and I have been friends for more than ten years. At that time, he was still wearing sneakers." Wang Ai explained.
Zidane, who had his hands crossed on the table, smiled and looked sideways at Wang Ai, ready to hear how he dealt with reporters.
"Then what do you think of the article that said you were a salary thief?" The reporter who asked the question asked: "Usually when this happens, the club will come out to clarify, but not this time."
"Maybe it's because the club feels that the speculation is not worth clarifying?" Wang Ai shrugged: "Everyone can see my value. If you think my offensive power is too much for Real Madrid, then please go among the fans.
To find out, please go to Real Madrid's financial statements and take a look. The real value is far more than cold data, it is passion, trust, friendship, and fighting. This is the life of football."
"Then why did you suddenly attend the press conference today? It seems that this is the first time we have seen you here since you arrived at Real Madrid. If it was not for clarification, why did you suddenly come?" Another reporter asked.
"Maybe it's because today is February 26th?" Wang Ai asked doubtfully.
"What happened on the 26th?" The reporters were even more confused.
"I haven't remembered yet." Wang Ai spread his hands.
After a while, the reporters realized that they had been tricked by Wang Ai, and just as they were about to attack in groups, Villarreal's press officer saw what was going on and quickly stopped the press conference.
Returning to Madrid the next day, Wang Ai unexpectedly saw a small table with a pile of red wine in front of the Real Madrid passage at the airport. A club executive smiled broadly: "This is a small gift prepared by the club for everyone to celebrate everyone's renewed victory.
"
No matter what they were thinking, everyone put on a smile. Maybe some star players who didn't have enough brains thought it was true.
Wang Ai also happily received a bottle of beautifully packaged high-end red wine, walked out of the airport and got into his van. Xu Qinglian looked at the packaging of the red wine: "That's it?"
Wang Ai shrugged: "Wait, the Catalan newspaper will say what I want to say."
"Drink it at night!" Xu Qinglian said fiercely: "After drinking it, I will feel better and post an article online. I can do it anonymously or I can post it."
When I got home, as soon as I got out of the car, a pickup truck followed. Florentino's secretary smiled and waved: "Doctor, the chairman asked me to give you some gifts to celebrate your successful comeback!"
Without reaching out to hit the smiling man, Wang Ai directed the pickup truck to park without letting his secretary do anything. His guards came out and moved twice before carrying a car full of gifts home. Wang Ai was chatting with his secretary.
While silently calculating, it was about 500,000 euros, which was about the same as a weekly salary.
After sending the secretary away, the two horses, who were good at running the house, looked at the pile of gifts and felt worried. They had just purchased them yesterday, so now they could only take out the ones that were not afraid of damage from the freezer. Fortunately, not all of them were edible.
, wine, tea, knitwear, and even jewelry...
"Okay." Wang Ai nodded with satisfaction and left it to the women to take care of it. Eat what you should eat and share what you should share.
Of course, this extra reward was an apology, and it also added face to the chairman of Real Madrid, so Wang Ai didn't want to care about it. He was just curious about where the money was allocated from, and whether he had knocked off the shareholders who talked nonsense.
"It has nothing to do with us where it comes from. As the chairman, it's his responsibility if he can't control the shareholders' spouting. Besides, who knows if there is any instruction from him here?" Leonie was still angry: "Do you believe it or not?
If you didn't score a goal yesterday, you wouldn't have any of these gifts, and the newspapers would have to ridicule you even more?"
"Did something happen that I don't know about?" Wang Ai asked doubtfully: "This thing has been a bit strange from the beginning, what do you think?"
"What else can it be? I smell it." Leonie pointed to the west: "I think you have felt the penetration and control of Europe by the United States when you were in Germany. There is a little trouble over there, and there is a need for electricity here.
Thunder and thunder. That reality show star keeps saying harsh words, and you are the most famous Chinese. I think it is too late to affect you now."
Wang Ai said "Oh": "Europeans are still a little proud."
Leonie closed her mouth and took a breath through her nose. She wanted to say something, but Huang Xin, who was on the other side with a guard to pack the gifts, interrupted: "The worst thing is to retire. Anyway, we have everything. The rest of the time is just to play, not to play."
Well, I’ll stop playing and go home to play in the football academy.”
The little beauties and the big beauties agreed at the same time, and Wang Ai also laughed and laughed: "Maybe I can go to the American Major League to be the Monkey King who gets into the belly of Princess Iron Fan!"
The women's expressions changed one after another, and the little beauty said quickly: "No!"
When they went upstairs and no one else was around, Xu Qinglian grabbed Wang Ai's vitals and said, "You can go if you want, but leave this thing behind so that we don't have to be widows in the future!"
Wang Ai didn't dare to move, but he kept sighing: "You bitch! Old ladies are just not fun."
"If it's not fun, don't play!"
"If you don't want to play, don't play!"
"Okay, don't play around, let's play with you tonight!"
The little beauty who was expecting the big beauty to say some harsh words to stop the man's dangerous thoughts sighed heavily when she heard this: It's already R-rated after saying that. What are you two doctors putting in your heads?
?
"Go away, go away, I'll go see if there are any documents."
"No! Are you stupid? Today is the weekend and the college has to take a break."
"What if there's an emergency?"
"Then make the call."
"...I need to pee!"
"...pee."
In the evening, the chef made a pot of steak stewed in red wine, and everyone said it was good after eating it. Wang Ai stopped eating after eating a small piece, feeling distressed! What kind of family does 10,000 euros of red wine serve as seasoning?
Prodigal bitches!
This chapter has been completed!