In the evening, Liaozu Canteen.
The girls, like Wang Ai, each had a stainless steel tray with various nutritious meals, and everyone chatted while eating.
Wang Ai's identity is too diverse, and you can ask questions about everything, but Wang Ai is obviously more interested in techniques and tactics, so the topic gradually focused on pure football discussions.
Because of the huge gap in ranking between them, even the coaches of the two women's football teams expressed their usual doubts. There were some things that Wang Ai dared to call accurate, while others he said humbly was "just a personal opinion", and then he said:
Messi gave an example, saying that a young man like him could not pass the first level in China’s traditional football system because he was too alone. But even if he passed the first level, his nature might have been wiped out. This shows that the diversity of football and the
The importance of emancipating the mind.
"Now I am also an authority in the minds of many people, so I have to guard against extremizing my views and killing the next Messi."
After everyone understood, Wang Ai spoke freely.
This chat was not enough. It happened that after dinner, everyone had nothing to do, so they simply came to the training ground and looked at the Hun River through the green plants and started chatting. Probably because of the breeze in the evening, the young people also relaxed.
After that, the topic expanded from techniques and tactics. Many people asked Wang Ai about his feelings in Real Madrid, asked Cristiano Ronaldo, asked Messi, and asked Marta...
The arrival of the girls and the boys a few days later greatly changed Wang Ai's training status, and his psychological pressure was greatly relieved. From them, Wang Ai intuitively saw the love and hate of ordinary athletes and ordinary people in the middle and lower classes.
hatred, which in turn enhances his own happiness.
"Yes, I live in a big house, ride in a big car, and receive compliments everywhere. I have forgotten what it feels like to be looked down upon, and what it feels like to be humbled. Compared with them, I am so happy."
On the eve of the departure of the Asian Games, Wang Ai put his arm around the shoulders of the little beauty who came specially to see her off: "But I myself feel that such a day is ordinary. Do you think I am not aware of the blessings in my life?"
"Hmm." The little beauty leaned on Wang Ai's shoulder and faced the muddy river water silently heading east.
"Can I catch up with the lion?"
"able."
“There’s no change at Real Madrid, right?”
"without."
"What’s wrong with you?"
"It's nothing." The little beauty twisted her body and changed into a more comfortable position: "It just feels like a dream. It's been 20 years since I met you, oh, it's been 20 years."
"Don't be depressed. I'm telling you, I'm not depressed." Wang Ai tightened his arms: "Do you want to continue to be busy?"
"That's not what happened." The little beauty moved again: "I just felt a little emotional for a moment. Why did I follow you in a muddle-headed manner?"
Wang Ai blinked, reached into his trouser pocket, touched and touched, and pulled out a card: "Here, my salary card!"
Being forced into her hand, the little beauty was surprised: "What are you doing?"
"Husband, please hand over your salary." Wang Ai smiled.
"Go away." The little beauty became so angry that she threw the card in Wang Ai's face, but she laughed and hugged Wang Ai's waist tightly: "You are complicated and simple, timid and heroic, passionate and dedicated, you
The sense of security you give me cannot be replaced by a certificate or a card. As long as you are here, I am the owner of the world, not a poor stray cat."
"Welcome you to join my complicated family and enter my complicated life."
"Hmph, how many people want to meet the King of Football and the Flying Man, but they haven't had the chance yet." The little beauty suddenly laughed out loud: "Hehe, I've already slept with him, so I don't care about it anymore."
"Do you still have such a lascivious side?" Wang Ai lowered his head, only to find that the little beauty had blushed with embarrassment.
The Textile Girl carried Wang Ai's team and the hopes of track and field fans from all over the world. Under the adoring eyes of the little beauty, it flew into the night sky and flew to Jakarta, where Asia's top athletes gathered.
On the night of the 26th, Wang Ai first defeated Wang Jianan to win the Asian Games men's long jump gold medal with a time of 8.72 seconds. Shortly afterwards, he defeated Su Bingtian and won the Asian Games men's 100-meter gold medal with a time of 9.70 seconds.
All of them broke the Asian Games record.
It is worth mentioning that Su Bingtian publicly expressed his gratitude to Wang Ai in an interview after the game: "Today I ran 9.82 seconds, largely because I was chasing Captain Wang. If you include his previous public performance,
The training methods and nutritional methods have helped me. It can be said that without him, I would not have the 9 seconds 82 I have today."
After seeing Su Bingtian's interview at the airport, Wang Ai said in response to a reporter's question: "I am an accident in the progress of China's track and field career. The progress of China's track and field requires professional athletes like Liu Xiang and Su Bingtian to make progress step by step."
With the promotion of points, they are the most solid representatives of the progress of China's track and field career. Even without me, they can run faster and faster and jump farther and farther. In essence, yellow people do not have racial shortcomings, they only have macroeconomic deficiencies.
The economic foundation and the micro career foundation.”
The reporter then turned the conversation to Xu Qinglian, who had been silently by his side, and asked her about her future work arrangements, whether she would go to Madrid to accompany her, and whether she would stand by her husband's side in Real Madrid, which is already in the single-core era.
Xu Qinglian said in her usual natural and disapproving tone: "I don't know."
Seeing that the reporters in front of her all looked grim, Xu Qinglian was a little embarrassed and pulled back her hair that was messed up by the night wind: "I also have my own job. If the work requires it, we can only work on our own."
Although Xu Qinglian did not say what her job was, Chinese reporters already knew it, because the list of experts at the CIIE was not a secret. As soon as the name "Xu Qinglian" was exposed, someone verified that she was Wang Ai's wife.
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"Because the new season is about to start, I won't be able to attend the closing ceremony." Wang Ai took over: "I would like to say goodbye to everyone in advance. You are welcome to broadcast news about Real Madrid next season, or go to Madrid to watch the game.
By the way, do you want to take a photo together?"
Wang Ai pointed to the collar of his clothes: "Two gold medals!"
The reporters put down their work and huddled together with Wang Ai laughing and joking. The men were still reserved, but the women didn't care so much. They hugged their necks and waists, and Xu Qinglian was not angry, but smiled.
Finally boarding the plane, Xu Qinglian took out a wet wipe and wiped Wang Ai's face vigorously. Wang Ai smiled and let her vent. It wasn't until the plane took off that Xu Qinglian felt the same, smelled it, and slapped her.
Wang Ai shook the two gold medals on his chest: "How about giving one to each child when we go home?"
"What should I do about my child?" Xu Qinglian picked up the gold medal, a little unwillingly.
"Not yet?" Wang Ai teased her: "But you have to hurry up, lest I have nothing when I retire."
"Are you retiring?" Xu Qinglian pondered for a moment: "Wouldn't it take another four or five years? It's enough for a double-lap Grand Slam."
This chapter has been completed!