Chapter 385 This is Super Giant (5)

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 Three days later, Real Madrid went to San Sebastian to play against Real Sociedad, which had won three consecutive games this season and was very strong. Wang Ai watched the live broadcast of the game through the Internet at home, and the result was not bad.

Real Madrid's own youth training product Mayelal scored the first goal, and then forced the opponent to score an own goal. In the second half, Bale showed his strength to chase a goal. The 3:1 result also proved that these bench players can still play in the absence of the two super giants.

Not everyone can resolve the situation.

As soon as the result of this game came out, Real Madrid breathed a sigh of relief. Their arch-rival Barcelona had won four consecutive games and scored 11 goals, allowing only one goal to their opponents. It seems that losing Neymar did not weaken Barcelona's combat effectiveness, but rather improved it.

, as last season’s five-time winner, Real Madrid is under a lot of pressure.

On Tuesday afternoon, Wang Ai was preparing to go to the parking lot after training with the team when he was unexpectedly stopped by Zidane's assistant. Under the strange eyes of his teammates, Wang Ai walked into Zidane's office.

"King, I think you are recovering well?" Zidane asked with a smile.

"It's okay." Wang Ai nodded.

"Tomorrow?" Zidane asked directly.

"It's best to be a substitute, if the teammates can solve the problem." Wang Ai answered cautiously.

Zidane looked at Wang Ai with a smile and paused: "I understand, but if I need it, you have to help me."

Wang Ai smiled: "I will not let my friends down."

After Wang Ai left, Zidane turned around and waved his fist at the desk, but his assistant happened to see him: "He agreed?"

"Yes." Zidane's face was still happy and he nodded: "I rarely make demands on him, so once I do, he will obey."

The assistant shrugged: "But he only started fighting one month into the new season. Isn't it because he was dragged down by participating in projects that have nothing to do with football in the summer?"

Zidane raised his head from behind his desk: "You mean, hold him accountable?"

"He owes us something, doesn't he?"

Zidane looked at the calm assistant and pondered for a while: "If you want to be a head coach, you can't be too rigid. That's right, a person who doesn't participate in summer training camps, doesn't participate in preseason games, or even does things that have nothing to do with the club or football.

Players whose match status is affected by the tournament should be condemned, but if you really do this, you and the club will lose more than you gain."

Zidane waved his hand to stop the assistant's rebuttal: "Although you can gain the authority of the head coach, any coach who touches a star will gain authority, but at the same time he will be resented by the star. Unless you don't need him, and do we need Wang

Woolen cloth?"

Speaking of this, Zidane looked out the window at the parking lot and saw Wang Ai's iconic milk-white van starting up. Then he withdrew his gaze and knocked on the table: "How many times has he saved the game in the past two seasons?

, you should still remember that although it brought him a huge reputation, it actually saved our careers. When we take stock of our work, no one cares about being saved by him, only what we have achieved.

How many wins. Being able to get stars to play hard for us is also one of the abilities of a coach."

"Then..." the assistant spread his hands.

"Looking at his next performance, if he can continue what he did last season, no one will care what he did in the summer."

"Then do you think he can do it? He has played too many events and his body is too tired."

Zidane shook his head and smiled: "What you see is that he is under great pressure and worried about his game state, but what I see is that a 30-year-old star can still afford such an intensive game. I think I

I need to warn you not to have any opinions about him in your heart, as this will affect your career."

The assistant frowned: "It seems that he has never had any conflicts with the coaching staff."

"Yes." Zidane nodded: "But the management will take the initiative and expel people who are unfavorable to him. Is this the case when you think about Raul? Until he is in bad condition, and now no one can

I feel like his condition is not good anymore, don’t forget, he just led the Chinese team to win the Confederations Cup before the World Championships in the summer.”

The assistant nodded silently, and Zidane also felt a little melancholy: "I have also been a star, and I know how cruel it is outside the football field. When he is good, everyone will surround him and help him eliminate some difficulties.

When he fails, all the resentment will come up. So even if you have opinions about him, now is not the time."

"Then, when will it take?"

Zidane shrugged: "In my judgment, his peak period can be maintained for at least three years. I mean the crazy peak period of averaging 2 goals per game. Do you understand what this means?"

"It means the club will do whatever it takes to keep him."

Looking at the frustrated assistant, Zidane hesitated for a moment before explaining: "Actually, it's fair now. He made extra contributions and we gave him extra benefits. He gave up the starting rights of big-name stars and provided us with

In order to obtain a larger tactical space, we should also understand and support his pursuit of perfection. He and Cristiano are two types. He plays less but has more explosions. He has accumulated media coverage and must appear regardless of his condition.

Almost like Cristiano.”

Speaking of this, Zidane smiled self-deprecatingly: "Although I was once a superstar, compared with them, it is no longer a way to play. I am also learning. In short, everything depends on his performance next, you and

Even if we are seniors, we must show enough respect to them. Otherwise, the club will punish us."

Wang Ai didn't know that Zidane had done some ideological work within the coaching staff because of him, and Wang Ai didn't care. When he got home that day, Leonie had officially returned home after a month-long research trip, and everyone was ready to welcome Leo.

Ni goes home and has a big meal.

Wang Ai got into the kitchen to pack the seafood and was busy. Leonie, who had her hair tied high, came over and said, "Are you coming tomorrow?"

"I don't know." Wang Ai peeled off a shrimp.

"Hey, I'm your woman." Leonie patted the back of Wang Ai's head dissatisfied.

"Oh, I can probably make it." Wang Ai turned around and smiled: "The game went well, I need to go on the field to familiarize myself with the game and find my state. If the game doesn't go well, of course I need my help."

"Then it's not like I came back in vain." Leonie also went to the side and washed her hands to help: "When I visited the market in St. Petersburg yesterday, I found that many Russian fans are paying attention to you. It's strange, isn't it?"

Wang Ai paused his hand and continued working as if nothing had happened: "Maybe it's because the west doesn't light up and the east does."


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