"Come back after a meal. Don't be too full. We'll cook what you like." Xu Qinglian said softly while handing Wang Ai clothes.
"Yeah." Wang Ai smiled and put on his clothes in turn.
"What do you want to eat now?"
"Can not remember."
"Then, come back and take a rest right away? Just because you're jet-lagged?"
"Fine."
Facing Wang Ai's back, Xu Qinglian flew up with a kick, but was unwilling to actually kick her. Instead, she walked up and gently pulled Wang Ai's arm: "Husband, thank you for your hard work. Our whole family depends on you to support us."
Wang Ai turned around and said hey: "It's okay, I'm just at a loss as I climbed to the top. I'll be fine in two days."
After walking out of the door, the four women were waiting. Wang Ai grinned: "I'm fine. I'll just go to Shenyang to rest in two days. The sky is huge over there and no one will bother me. I can practice however I want. You guys
don’t worry."
Leonie put her hands on her hips and tilted her head: "Are you having supper tonight?"
Wang Ai raised his head and felt his energy: "Let's eat. What surprise are you planning to give me?"
"How about BJ snacks? Let's make mutton for late night snack!"
Fortunately, Xu Qinglian, Huang Xin, Little Beauty, and Kang Si all rolled their eyes: "How can anyone eat hot pot for late night snacks?"
"What about roast duck?"
"You can't eat braised food, right?"
"Douzhier? Donuts?"
Wang Ai asked Leonie to make him happy: "Let's braise it, ah, I miss the taste."
"What does it smell like?" Xu Qinglian joined in the fun.
"It smells like lying flat. Now I really want to be irresponsible. What is not good for the body is what it tastes like!"
"That's easy!" The little beauty clapped her hands: "This is what makes things difficult for us. You look so bitter and the whole family is unhappy. You said you want to lie down or make progress. Then we will understand. Just wait and see.
Come on, I'm sure it will make you happy."
"That's what you said!" Wang Ai pointed at the little beauty and walked away laughing.
The Football Association restaurant was packed with guests, including those from the Sports Bureau, the Football Association, BJ Football Association, CCTV, representatives of major sponsors, and fan representatives. When Wang Ai arrived, they were preparing to start the banquet.
After everyone was done, the leaders gave in and gave the speech. He took the manuscript and spoke for about seven or eight minutes. The team members were not impatient. Don't say seven or eight minutes, just seventy or eighty minutes.
Don't be impatient even for a minute, he brought it all together.
After Lao Gao finished speaking, Yan Shiduo, at Lao Gao's invitation, went up and said a few words amidst everyone's applause. He came down within a minute, and then the banquet started.
If we really have anything to say, we usually talk about it after the banquet has started.
Wang Ai was among the players. Everyone looked at him and didn't let him say anything. Zhao Xuri stirred up the atmosphere at the table, and bursts of laughter spread throughout the banquet hall. Anyway, no one can find fault in today's occasion.
After almost eating, everyone began to run around, running around to look familiar to the leaders, to reporters to build relationships, and to talk to the players. In short, as long as the pressure is not low, everyone has someone to chat with.
content.
Wang Ai was listless, but when he suddenly saw Zhang Jilong, he remembered something, so he took a drink cup and sneaked over to the leader's table.
"Come on, little Wang'er!" Zhang Jilong greeted Wang Ai when he saw him coming.
Wang Ai first said hello to Yan Shiduo, Lao Gao, and Director Wei, and then sat in the empty seat next to Zhang Jilong: "Chairman Zhang, will the Confederations Cup still be held?"
"It's not decided yet. What are your thoughts?" Zhang Jilong explained briefly when he saw Wang Ai pondering: "Initially, it was to promote football and do it in a year when there are no major competitions, but the players are too tired to do so.
, for example, you have finished playing a whole season of professional leagues and urgently need a rest, but this year's Confederations Cup, next year's World Cup, and the year after next's Asian Cup, the national football team has three major competitions in four years. The more peak teams are, the more tired they are. This makes every national team
It’s not a small opinion. However, the commercial broadcasting effect is very poor and the bonuses are also small. For example, you only got 2 million after playing 5 games this time, but next year’s World Cup champion bonus will be 40 million. There is such a big difference, let alone the competent authority.
How interested can the players be? No one else will say, how much can you Wang Ai get this time? 100,000 for the top, right? Is this interesting to you? If you just attend a business event, it will be 700,000 or 800,000, right? If not
It’s really boring to compete for honor.”
Wade also chimed in: "We Chinese value honor, so we can sacrifice income, but this is different in Western countries. Their level of investment in competitions is visibly low."
Zhang Jilong nodded: "That's right. Anyway, this sport is getting more and more boring. Now it's only useful to FIFA and the host country. It's a World Cup rehearsal, but it's not very useful anymore. In addition, this sport was announced by the former president.
Led by Rat, Infantino has been trying to make the Club World Cup bigger since he came in, and he also wanted to expand the World Cup and so on. However, his attention is no longer on this, so I guess it will be canceled sooner or later."
Yan Shiduo said nothing and nodded. This involved FIFA's internal politics. Then he turned his attention to Wang Ai, who had been listening since the beginning: "Little Wang'er, what do you think? Chairman Zhang has introduced so much.
Already."
Wang Ai chuckled: "I also had a sudden idea. If I didn't think carefully, the leaders would just take it for fun."
Yan Shiduo shook his head: "You are also the leader of the Football Association. If you don't think carefully, let's think about it together."
"I think this is the case. Although we have won two World Cup championships, which can be regarded as leaving our Chinese mark in the history of international football, this mark is not very deep. Some of the trophies I have won personally, although they have national attributes, are not
The personal attributes are still too strong." Wang Ai said: "So I was wondering if I could keep the Confederations Cup trophy in China forever?"
The leaders were stunned for a moment and looked at each other. Weidi smiled and said, "Go on, reasons and opportunities."
"The chance is that if the next one is not held, this one will be the last one. Then according to FIFA regulations, the World Cup Hercules Cup and Confederations Cup championship trophies are kept by the champion for four years until the next one.
Opening. Then there is no next Confederations Cup, or there is, but we don’t know when it will restart. So can we use this reason to keep this trophy in China?"
Wang Ai asked, and after the leaders digested it for a while, he continued: "The reason is that our Chinese football needs this trophy to stay, to remember the honors won by our national team composed of people. In this way, even if many years have passed, the young players
You can also be inspired when you see this trophy. I think a golden trophy with history has a much stronger appeal than a flimsy photo."
"They borrowed it from you, but you want to make it your own?" Yan Shiduo said with a smile.
"Workers who don't want to be bosses are not good proletarians." Wang Ai also laughed.
This chapter has been completed!