Xu Yunlong smiled and nodded at the side: "Brother Xie is right. After retiring this year, I will do some research. I found that every step of Xiao Wanger's career has been correct. Didn't all the newspapers talk about him?
Is he the king of the Champions League? But let me see, although he is indeed the top scorer and the top scorer in the history of the Champions League, what else? This World Cup is an example. Is he still the top scorer in the history of the World Cup? And then what?
?”
Luo Tongliang said from the side: "Hey, what Yunlong said is interesting."
"Really?" Xu Yunlong raised his head: "A good gun must be paired with a good person. No matter how good a shooter is, there must be a similar team. This is the case in the World Cup, but isn't it the same in the Champions League? If you have strong abilities, the team you choose is also a good time.
"
Lao Ma held his chin: "But what if it's a similar team and Xiao Wang'er joins and becomes the champion?"
"That's almost enough, Lao Ma." Xu Yunlong looked at Ma Mingyu: "Three years ago, when he was in Manchester City's second season, I was choked just by looking at him. This team had no energy, and it turned out that they didn't win the Champions League. Eh.
, think about it, how many choices did Xiao Wanger face at that time?"
Yang Chen pondered: "I was also thinking about this at the time. Real Madrid, Barcelona, Juventus, AC Milan, and Paris are the first tier. If he is willing to return, then Bayern, Chelsea, and Inter Milan all have championship opportunities."
of."
"Then why did you choose Real Madrid?" Luo Tongliang became confused.
"Yes, why Real Madrid?" Xie Hui also became confused: "If Paris still lacks a kind of spirit, Juventus and AC Milan are still...a little worse than Manchester City in terms of strength, what about Barcelona? If there is Xiao Wanger
This powerful battering ram has made up for Barcelona’s only weakness, making them invincible, right?”
Following Xie Hui's hot eyes, everyone was a little excited. Yang Chen said: "Yes, little Wang'er, if you and Messi..."
Seeing that the topic had gone astray, Xu Yunlong quickly reached out his hand: "Hey, hey, listen to me."
Everyone looked at him, and Xu Yunlong coughed: "Why did you choose Real Madrid? My guess is that in addition to Real Madrid's location, facilities, and conditions, the key is that Real Madrid's system can accommodate our little prince. Everyone said it is
No? If it's Barcelona's kind of passing control, Xiao Wang'er can also play, but Xiao Wang'er's comprehensiveness will be weakened, which is detrimental to his personal performance. On the other hand, Real Madrid is much better. It's loose.
You can play however you want, as long as you score goals, this is the most suitable one. Only the most suitable player can bring out his full combat effectiveness, which in turn increases the chance of winning the championship!"
Listening to Xu Yunlong's categorical analysis, everyone nodded frequently, even Wang Ai said: "I was really not as detailed as you thought, Brother Xu."
Xu Yunlong looked at everyone and pointed at Wang Ai: "Hey, this is what I said at the beginning. He never missed a step along the way and stepped on the right step. So now we brothers will look at him.
, his whole body is glowing with gold, ah? How many records do you have on him?"
Lao Ma smiled and shook his head: "Then who can count them? I remember that one year the sports channel compiled it, and it seems that it exceeded 100, right?"
“Forget about the small ones, let’s talk about the big ones as to how many goals you scored in a single game!”
Xie Hui raised his right hand: "The top scorer in the history of the World Cup, the top scorer in the history of the Champions League, the highest score in a single season in the history of the Premier League, the highest score in a single season in the history of the Bundesliga, the highest score in a single season in the history of Serie A, La Liga... seems to be a few short?"
"Not bad." Yang Chen took over: "In the first season he came to Real Madrid, he tied the La Liga record set by Messi. Last season, he surpassed it by 4. But at that time, everyone's attention was on his first
In the ten Champions League championships, everyone was numb to the number of individual goals scored and didn’t have time to talk about it.”
"Oh, that's true." Xu Yunlong nodded: "Isn't it a small thing to break the La Liga single-season personal scoring record? If it were normal, fans would not be talking about it for a whole year. Hey, I just mentioned Serie A and the Premier League.
The Bundesliga, La Liga, and the historical single-season scoring records all belong to us?"
"It's not yours." Lao Ma pointed at Wang Ai: "It's someone else's."
"It's Chinese." Xu Yunlong didn't take it seriously, and turned to stare at Wang Ai with bright eyes: "When will we go to Ligue 1 and beat the French one? Ah, the number of goals scored in the history of the five major leagues in a single season are all
It’s yours, ah, what a damn achievement this is!”
"Before that!" Xie Hui knocked on the table calmly: "He has won all the golden boots in the top four of the five major leagues, all the best of the year... I think we should give our little prince a round of applause to express our gratitude to the big brothers.
of respect.”
After he finished speaking, Xie Hui took the lead in applauding, and the five people applauded in unison.
Wang Ai, who finally had his turn to play, stood up and bowed in reply: "I won't consider Ligue 1 for the time being. I may have to stay at Real Madrid for another year."
"Next season?" Xu Yunlong asked, and Wang Ai nodded: "Two more years, eh, eh? Five consecutive championships? Do you want five consecutive championships?"
Wang Ai faced the big brother's shock calmly: "Who doesn't want to? You have the chance, but you don't want to?"
The big brothers shook their heads, and Lao Ma said the truth: "What Xie Hui just said is right. We lost the first step on this road compared with you. We are too close-minded and too small-minded. Come on, brothers, have a drink.
It’s so late, it’s time to end, cheers!”
Wang Ai and Xu Qinglian raised their glasses at the same time, but they had already switched to drinks.
The weather was not cold at the end of September, and everyone went to the swimming pool in the backyard. Yang Chen and Xie Hui found a ball and kicked it to eat. Ma Mingyu and Luo Tongliang gathered together to drink tea and chat about youth training. They had just retired for a year.
Xu Yunlong and Wang Ai sat together and talked about the game.
Although he can no longer play, his mentality has not changed, and he is still used to looking at things from the player's perspective, including stars, yachts, nightclubs, and management. He can actually chat with Wang Aineng.
After everyone was almost drunk and chatting, they were ready to go back to the hotel. But Wang Ai stopped a few people: "I'm going to the Real Madrid Sports Center for night training. If you have nothing to do, come with me."
Look, let’s get used to the work environment in advance, and I will formally introduce Zidane to you tomorrow. He and I have been friends for many years, and we were friends before he became a coach.”
A few people thought it would be okay to go back to the hotel, so they followed Wang Ai. They all knew that he came to Madrid to be an intern coach, so they brought all the equipment with them. Seeing that Wang Ai was practicing so well, they simply changed their equipment and joined Wang Ai.
Play together.
Especially Xie Hui's physical performance is very good. He is not like someone who has retired for many years. On the contrary, Xu Yunlong can't keep up.
The night watchman at the sports center was just like the janitor, he didn't show up from the beginning to the end.
I used to give face, but now I don't dare to do it anymore.
Wang Ai led a few big brothers and played on the best turf of the Real Madrid Sports Center under the night.
This chapter has been completed!