At 7 o'clock in the evening on June 8, the Chinese national team boarded the bus collectively and rushed to Jeju Stadium, the venue for tonight's match against Brazil. In addition to the coaching staff and the national players on the 18-man roster, other members of the delegation had already rushed to Jeju Stadium.
, including Jonas, who hurried over at noon yesterday and was the only German in this delegation.
In the bus, members of the coaching staff sat in the front row, team leader Zhu Heyuan sat in the back row, the national footballers sat in the middle, Wang Ai and Zhao Junzhe sat in the same seat, in front were Hao Haidong and Qi Hong, next to them were Ma Mingyu and Li Tie, and behind them was Li Weifeng
, Xu Yunlong. However, Wang Ai was not in his seat at this moment, but standing in the front row of the aisle and dancing and speaking.
Normally, only the leader has the power to make the final mobilization at this time, but Wang Aifei wanted to make a few sentences, so the coaching staff did not stop him.
"Let me tell you, today we are facing Brazil. I don't care how much you like them, but you are not allowed to shamelessly ask them for their jerseys after the game. They are well-known stars, and this is the World Cup. The jersey they are wearing is...
Those with collectible value may be sold for hundreds of thousands or millions after someone retires. Asking someone for a jersey is equivalent to asking someone for money."
"Isn't this polite?" Someone muttered.
"Bah!" Wang Ai spat: "Are you stupid? You just look at the value of other people's jerseys, but you don't think about whether your jersey is valuable or not? It's no wonder that Brazil is a frequent visitor to the World Cup, but we are the first
This time, the value of the jerseys recorded in the history of Chinese football depends on market demand. Brazil has a small population and slow economic development, which means that the price of their jerseys is not high. But we are different. We have a large population and economic development.
Come on, there are many rich people. As long as we sell it in China, the price will definitely not be lower than theirs. Besides, do you know whose jersey is the most valuable in this game?"
"Ronaldo, who else could it be?" Xu Yunlong said.
"He?" Wang Ai curled his lips: "You are still not convinced that you are uneducated. The most valuable thing is my jersey!"
"You...cut it!" All the national players laughed.
After everyone had laughed, Wang Aicai slowly clapped his fingers: "Let me count for you, I am just 14 this year, I can play for at least twenty years. I have already scored three goals in this World Cup, free kick
Hat trick, so far in so many games around the world, only Mihajlovic and I have achieved it, and I am the only one in the World Cup. Hey, you guys, how much is my jersey worth? My series of records have increased.
Including my future football achievements, how much is this jersey worth? Ronaldo is 26 this year, and he can play for another seven or eight years at most. Brazilians have poor self-discipline, and they are already at their peak. What about me? Starting
Is it higher than him? Even if I become mediocre in the future, can I just sell it to the Chinese? What do you think my jersey is worth?"
All the national players were dumbfounded, how could they think so much, but when Xiao Wang said this, it seemed to be true.
Wang Ai raised his shoulders and sneered: "You guys are blind. You didn't even notice that I was standing in front of you covered in golden light, and you were still thinking about getting my opponent's clothes! If you have eyes that don't recognize gold and jade, what do you know?
Do you mean? You can’t see Mount Tai with a leaf blinding you. Do you know what it means? Dog’s eyes..."
Before Wang Ai could finish speaking, several international players in the front row rushed forward, shouting: "Let's grab the gold."
Wang Ai hurriedly took a step back, stretched out his right hand, and a crutch came across.
Chi Shangbin quickly stood up and persuaded everyone with a smile, then turned around and criticized Wang Ai: "Xiao Wang, don't make trouble. You said they are illiterate. Illiterate people can't reason and will use fists and kicks. Besides, look at you now
If you look like this, you won't be able to run away even if you get beaten."
"Director Chi, I am a vulnerable group now. You can't just watch them bully me, right?" Wang Ai shook the crutch under his ribs and said.
Chi Shangbin nodded: "We definitely can't just watch. The premise is that it doesn't count if you take the initiative to seek bullying."
"Darkness!" Wang Ai sighed, ignoring Chi Shangbin who shook his head and laughed, and returned to his seat with difficulty with crutches.
When passing by Hao Haidong, Hao Haidong patted Wang Ai's shoulder sympathetically, took out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and stuffed it into Wang Ai's jacket pocket. Others followed suit, and Wang Ai even walked to the back of the car.
The money was like rain. But the acting skills of these people were so bad that they couldn't cry but their faces were throbbing with pain.
Returning to his seat, Wang Ai put down his crutches, took out his pocket and snickered at Zhao Junzhe: "I'm getting rich... Hey, this one, this one, and this one, they are all in Korean currency...Old Hao! You
I’m a rich man with an annual salary of several million. I’ve been talking for a long time and you just gave me a dollar. Are you embarrassed?”
Wang Ai slapped the front seat, making the bus burst into laughter.
As the bus drove towards the Jeju Stadium, many Chinese fans waving national flags and cheering for the national football team appeared on both sides of the road. The national football team waved out of the car window or applauded. The speed of the bus also slowed down.
"How are things going?" Zhao Junzhe asked in a low voice while waving out the window with a smile.
"Everything is as usual." Wang Ai patted Zhao Junzhe on the shoulder: "Kid, compete with peace of mind and win glory for the country."
Zhao Junzhe raised his eyebrows. If there weren't fans watching outside, he would have grabbed Wang Ai's head and asked him why he was pretending to be a big clove of garlic. Last night, he came back from the training ground after nine o'clock, and when he went to the house, he found that he had been arrested.
A man and a woman disappeared. The national team was calm today, as if nothing had happened. If Zhao Junzhe hadn't had confidence in Wang Ai's character, he would have doubted whether these two people were betrayed by Wang Ai.
Ai and Sun Yi were cut into pieces...
"Little kid, compete with peace of mind and win glory for the country." Wang Ai patted Zhao Junzhe on the shoulder and repeated it, but this time he used Hunan dialect.
Zhao Junzhe smacked his tongue at the tone and dialect, and suddenly realized something. He pointed up excitedly: "What did they say?"
Wang Ai shrugged. In fact, he didn't know much. It was the end of what he could say. He was not allowed to "forward"...
"You said they also watch our games?"
"What do you think?" Wang Ai asked back: "They don't watch football when they have nothing to do. It's the same for them to relax and have fun. Of course, the premise is that you have to play well. You have to play so well that people will be suffocated to watch.
Then who wants to see it?"
"Today I promise to work hard and try to score one!" Zhao Junzhe cheered himself up, and then hesitated: "Brazil, you dare to think about it, no one in our country said that we can win, let alone
There is no win or draw. Yesterday, the newspaper in South Korea reported it, saying "Great Wall of China vs. Selecao". We are ranked in the 50th in the world, but they are ranked second in the world. We want to go head-to-head with them. This
…”
"It's not that there is no chance." Wang Ai replied with a sigh.
This chapter has been completed!