After the dinner for the reporters, Martin left first. He wanted to go home and sort out the manuscript, trying to sort out today's afternoon's manuscript, which contained a lot of explosive information, and publish it as soon as possible.
Although he knew that his two Chinese colleagues would not take his job, or could not, he still accelerated the process out of professionalism and uncontrollable excitement.
The reporter from Xinhua News Agency also said goodbye to Wang Ai. She is a member of the European branch's reporter team in Spain. She has often met Wang Ai at the embassy events in the past, doing informal interviews, the kind of thing where she seizes the opportunity to ask two questions.
Things happen frequently.
The last to leave were Ma Fanshu, her cameraman, and three assistants. When Wang Ai's car arrived at the door and was about to take them to the hotel, Ma Fanshu suddenly turned around and asked, "Brother, can I interview you more often in the future?"
After finishing speaking, he was afraid that Wang Ai would misunderstand, so he added: "He Wei is very busy now taking the leading role, and Director Zhang is even more busy, because I am young."
Wang Ai thought for a while: "You can apply with Director Zhang, I have no objection."
Ma Fanshu smiled and got into the car, opened the window and asked again: "What about that, brother? I have one last question for you. If you don't want to answer, you don't have to say it."
Wang Ai spread his hands: "Old girl, just hit me as hard as you can."
Ma Fanshu smiled brightly: "Why haven't you been interviewed by our female host before? You have always been a male host on the show?"
Wang Ai pondered for a moment: "Why does the leader keep the door open when receiving female subordinates?"
"I understand, thank you, brother, I'm leaving, goodbye."
Wang Ai smiled and shook his head. After the car drove far away, he turned around and entered the yard. He said to Leonie: "This day is all mental work. I am very sleepy now. Is there anything to refresh me?"
"Alcohol?" Leonie teased Wang Ai, stepped forward and put her arm around Wang Ai's shoulders: "Let's go upstairs and play video games for a while, the brainless kind."
"No, even if I'm brainless, I'm used to using my brain. If I'm purely brainless, I don't want to play." Wang Ai babbled as he walked.
"Then let's swim. If you dare to think wildly, I'll let you drink water." Leonie pushed Wang Ai to the backyard.
"By the way, when is Xiaohua's due date?" Wang Ai suddenly asked before entering the water.
"About the next few days?" Leonie was also ready to get into the water: "We made a new nest for her today, with a baby room."
"Really? Have you reserved a room for Huang Xin?" Wang Ai jumped into the water with a haha.
Huang Xin changed her clothes and went to the shore and stepped on Wang Ai's back: "I'll let you talk nonsense, drink my foot-washing water!"
Then, at noon, Wang Ai and everyone boarded a special plane from Real Madrid to fly to the Basque Country. Their opponent in this round was Alaves. This team was undefeated recently but had not scored a goal. It was very stubborn.
It's an underdog, but that doesn't matter. What's important is that the central defender in the team was still in the Real Madrid youth team last year, and Wang Ai shared a little experience with him.
Mainly in terms of competition, because Wang Ai doesn't know how to defend, so he doesn't really need to attack.
This man's name is Enzo Zidane, and he is the eldest son of Real Madrid coach Zidane... This is the father who wants to teach his son a lesson. We are all professional players, so we don't think too much about it, but we still can't help but tease Zidane.
.Although he is very serious in the locker room and most people dare not tease him, but Wang Ai is not included.
"Do you want me to teach you in practice?" Wang Ai asked after arriving at the Mendisorocha Stadium.
Zidane shrugged: "He is injured, it will be dealt with next time."
Without Enzo present, Wang Ai has nothing to worry about. His hat trick as a substitute in the last game cleared up all doubts about him this season. Even without Martin's extensive boast in "Marca" yesterday, Wang Ai also
Have confidence in the integrity of the media.
So of course he will start this game, and he will naturally charge towards the FIFA awards ceremony a month later.
He was selected, as were Messi and Ronaldo. With a series of honors from last season, the Confederations Cup in the summer, and the unspoken unspoken rule that they won each one in the past two years, Wang
Ai is well prepared for this award. However, in order to avoid people gossiping about him, he is still planning to perform well this month.
Then it's someone's turn to be unlucky.
Benzema is still recuperating from injury. With a large number of players in the midfield and a shortage of strikers, Wang Ai naturally serves as the starting center, with Asensio and Ronaldo on both sides, and behind him are Casemiro, Isco and others.
A young player Ceballos.
On a sunny afternoon, the home team with navy blue jerseys and the visiting team with ivory white jerseys started their battle.
At 3:15 pm, the whistle sounded and the two sides started fighting.
What no one expected was that the young player Ceballos, who rarely played, dominated the first half of the game. He scored two goals. Wang Ai, who was strictly guarded, saw that his teammates were in good condition and was happy to cooperate with him. Anyway, he was not in a hurry.
However, Ronaldo was a little anxious but did not score a goal.
In the second half, the young player's physical fitness declined and he was a little unable to rush forward. Wang Ai began to carry out his offensive slowly. In the 52nd minute of the game, Wang Ai received a pass from Casemiro and headed the ball in front of the goal. He went into a dead corner and easily turned the score into 3
:1. Ten minutes later, he stood in front of the goal to receive a pass from his teammate in mid-air, flicked his right foot, then turned around and volleyed with his left foot.
So cool!
The score became 4:1.
In the remaining time, Wang Ai didn't get any chances, and he didn't even get much possession of the ball. Cristiano Ronaldo fired frequently. Unfortunately, the more anxious he became, the more he couldn't score. He actually hit two goal posts, but only one scored.
The ball doesn't.
It is a pity that the Portuguese looked very bad after the final whistle, but no one could blame him. However, some people began to blame him. After the game, Wang Ai and everyone returned home hungry on a plane and immediately threw themselves at the dining table.
While on the TV, the host’s ridicule came from the TV: “After Ceballos scored, everyone ran over to hug him and encourage the future of Real Madrid, but he walked over slowly and gave him a high-five.
.We all know that he really wants to score a goal, and he really hopes that the person is himself. But please, you have won, can you not look bitter on your face?"
Wang Ai raised his head when he heard the sound and looked at the TV along the open door of the restaurant. Leonie, who was also very hungry after returning from the Basque Country, kept talking: "Apart from scoring goals, wasn't it all about you?"
Before Wang Ai could refute, the guest on TV also pointed out this point: "Isn't that what Wang Ai is like?"
"The king is like this." The host said calmly after flashing the photo of Wang Ai slowly running over and high-fiving Ceballos after Ceballos scored on the TV: "But he is like everyone else."
A series of videos and photos of Wang Ai running slowly to celebrate his teammates' goals and high-fiving photos flashed on the TV. The host raised his eyebrows at the guests proudly: "We all know the legend of the Chinese in the Real Madrid locker room. He is not
He targets everyone."
This chapter has been completed!