Leisure and enjoyment were Wang Ai's impression of Paris the next day.
I visited the embassy in the morning and briefly talked about the next work. In the afternoon, I went to the club to meet with officials and Tuchel. However, due to the epidemic, neither Wang Ai nor the club advocated traditional
For that kind of press conference, just let the club's photographer take pictures, and the staff will upload them and that's it.
This can also prevent extreme fans from coming to cause trouble.
Tuchel is business-like and behaves with dignity. Wang Ai is not sure whether he is such a serious character or deliberately maintains his dignity, but it doesn't matter. Just like Huang Xin said, Wang Ai prefers to conquer others with his feet... Whoever he loves...
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"You didn't buy a gift for your teammates." After walking out of the gate of Paris Saint-Germain, Leonie held Wang Ai's arm.
"I'm too lazy to buy it." Wang Ai shrugged and looked up. The street was straight, the trees had fallen leaves, and the Parisian girl walking by slowly swayed step by step, her butt covered by jeans...
"What are you looking at?" Leonie shook Wang Ai's arm.
"Charming." Wang Ai shook his head: "A proud person will fill his belly, a humble person will bow his waist, a confident person will stand upright, and if the mentality is stable, he will walk slowly, with a leisurely rhythm, like a
Just a little jump."
"You can tell so much from a butt?"
Wang Ai rolled his eyes: "It should be that the feeling that Paris gave me as a whole is concentrated on that butt in the air just now."
"I'm talking about you two, there are so many people." Huang Xin reminded, and Wang Ai noticed the crowds coming from all directions.
Wang Ai smiled, waved to everyone, and quickly drove away.
"Perhaps this kind of leisurely mentality is the reason why Paris has a schedule? The nightlife is so beautiful that you naturally get up late." Wang Ai looked out the window at the classic street scenes everywhere: "It's very convenient for me."
"Training starts tomorrow?"
"Well, I just told Tuchel that I won't go in the morning. If circumstances permit, I will also go to the training ground for morning and evening exercises. It happens to be not far away."
"In the first game in a week, the opponent will be Lens?" Huang Xin flipped through the information: "Small teams have only emerged in recent years. This is an opportunity to integrate into the team, but your training time is too short.
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"Haha, let me tell you some good news." Wang Ai pointed to the crowd of people flying past the window, only about half of whom wore masks: "Seven main players in the team are infected."
Huang Xin's eyes lit up: "That's unless Tuchel doesn't want to have a good relationship with you at all."
"That's right, the short training time and the like are nothing more important than victory."
"But you still have to pay attention." Leonie said solemnly: "At least let your teammates maintain the most basic friendly attitude towards you."
Wang Ai nodded seriously: "I will pay attention. I will pay attention during training tomorrow afternoon."
"How is your French learning going?" Huang Xin asked.
"I know all the football vocabulary, but I can barely use it in daily conversation. If it doesn't take too much effort, I can use it word by word."
Huang Xin put down the information: "Your relationship with your club teammates has become increasingly alienated over the years. Normally, this is an opportunity to form a tacit understanding."
Wang Ai didn't defend himself, just nodded.
When I arrived at the gate of the community, I accidentally saw an broadcast truck. The reporter fiercely blocked Wang Ai's car and forced it to stop.
Wang Ai said in the car: "It seems there is no way to escape. They didn't say anything at Charles de Gaulle Airport the day before yesterday. They must have been pressed down with tasks one after another and they are going to fight hard."
"Then just say a few words. Just a few words are enough. The press also needs to have good relations."
Wang Aila opened the window and waved while wearing a mask. The reporter immediately rushed over and asked in French and then Spanish: "Wang Aila, how do you feel about the Paris Club?"
Wang Ai waited for the busy photographer to point the camera at him and then said: "Very good, I can feel everyone's desire for honor."
"What did Coach Tuchel say to you? Do you two have a bad relationship?"
"No, Coach Tuchel and I have never dealt with each other before, so how can we say anything bad? We have a very normal working relationship."
"Is it just a working relationship? Will it be in the future too?"
"Will it rain tomorrow? How do I know?"
"Will you give Paris the Champions League they covet?"
This time Wang Ai paused: "I hope I can do it."
"But will your high salary weaken the team's combat effectiveness and make the team further away from the goal?"
"I didn't force the club."
"Will it?"
Wang Ai smiled and pointed at the reporter: "Do you have any grudge against Paris Saint-Germain? Why do you have to deny their decision?"
"That's what many experts say."
"Paris Saint-Germain does not belong to me, but to all the players and all the fans. What my arrival will bring to the club is all speculation now. Since the club and I have made this decision, let us take the next step."
Come down and try it.”
After finishing speaking, Wang Ai was about to leave. The reporter chased him two steps: "What if you can't bring victory?"
"Then I will leave, just like now." Wang Ai smiled, waved his hand, and closed the car window.
As the car drove into the community, Wang Ai looked back and said, "Have you given reporters enough information today?"
"How can it be enough?" Huang Xin said with a smile: "At most, I'm not so hungry anymore. But having said that, are you really ready?"
"Not yet... not yet." Wang Ai was a little embarrassed: "You also know that in this unlucky event this year, how many days have it been since I left Madrid? I am still thinking about Real Madrid."
"Hurry up." Huang Xin sighed: "If the Champions League hadn't announced the process a long time ago, I would have suspected that UEFA was messing with you. In the past, no fans protested wherever you went. If you don't reverse it quickly, you will be in trouble in the future.
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"Well, indeed." Wang Ai nodded: "I was a little careless. I didn't do much work these days. It just so happened that today I brought back the videos of all the games in Paris last season."
"Don't worry about anything at home. Let's come and you can study it carefully. By the way, we will help you find the video of your first opponent Lens when you get home." Leonie said: "If I heard you right.
, Ambassador Lu seems to have expressed his concerns in a subtle way today."
"Really? I didn't hear it." Wang Ai was surprised: "With his character, is it possible? He is a warrior."
"A warrior is not a reckless man, okay? Anyway, please be serious. I think he would be very willing to hear the fans calling you God at the Parc des Princes. It is definitely not Satan. This determines what you can give in France."
How helpful is the motherland?" Leonie looked serious.
"Yes, I should work hard for reconciliation between Germany and France and make them forget about Alsace and Lorraine!"
This chapter has been completed!