Two hundred and twenty one? Step by step startling (6)
Immediately after the game, the results of the battle between Arsenal and Sunderland, which started at the same time, came. Arsenal defeated their opponent 5:0. Ice Prince Bergkamp scored a goal and Pires scored a goal.
Henry...hat-trick!
As a result, Henry was overtaken by Wang Ai in the scorer list in less than two weeks, and he overtook him again, with 25 goals beating Wang Ai's 24.
Three days ago, he was immersed in the joy of setting a single-season personal scoring record in the Champions League. Three days later, he suffered a heavy blow. The newspapers the next day were full of large-scale reports on the news of Henry's return. Even Henry himself said in an interview:
"I am the top scorer in the Premier League."
The next day was Sunday, Chelsea had a holiday, and then it was Labor Day, and Chelsea also chose to have a holiday. The league's devilish schedule was actually a devil to Wang Ai, but it didn't matter to Chelsea, who had already won the championship.
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Wang Ai also chose the day of May Day. Wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, he took Xu Qinglian, who was also on vacation from university, to Highgate Cemetery in London. When heading to north London, there were many parades on the road, although the number was not as large as that held in China.
There are so many large-scale events. But to be honest, on May Day, there are really not as many celebrants in Chinese society as there are on the streets of London.
Jamie was also in Wang Ai's car, and was not surprised that Wang Ai wanted to go to Marx's tomb on this day. Because not only Wang Ai, but many British Marxists and socialists would also go there on this day. Normally, Jamie
Many people go. In Wang Ai's view, the United States is a melting pot of nations, and the United Kingdom is a political melting pot. The remaining constitutional monarchy of feudal society, the free market economy of classical capitalism, Keynesianism of modern capitalism, utopian socialism, and science
Socialism, democratic socialism and other schools are all available, and generally they can coexist harmoniously.
Therefore, as a native Londoner, Jamie is very accepting of Wang Ai's inclinations and choices. In fact, many Chinese people who come to London to travel will also go to the Marx family cemetery in Highgate Cemetery. After all, this great man's thoughts
It has affected all aspects of China and everyone in China. Coming here is equivalent to tracing back to its roots.
Near the cemetery, Zhao Dan parked the car, and a group of people got out of the car and began to move towards the cemetery with the flow of people. There were five people in the large Bentley Flying Spur today. Wang Ai was talking to Jamie along the way, which was not formal.
The interview was more of a chat between friends. Wang Ai made an appointment along the way. After this morning's event, he would go to Wang Ai's home in Cobham in the afternoon to be formally interviewed and invite Jamie to have dinner.
When we arrived at Marx's tomb, the area was a bit desolate. After all, this was not a socialist country. There were only a few followers of Marx, and the venue was relatively small. There were also people speaking publicly nearby, generally speaking for the rights of workers.
Wang Ai didn't listen carefully. He stood quietly with Xu Qinglian, Yan Zhu, Zhao Dan and others, remembering in his heart in a silent way, and accepted this round of spiritual baptism from himself.
Less than half an hour later, Wang Ai and his party came out of the cemetery. It was not the right time to come today. There were too many people. It would have been a normal day. Some people recognized Wang Ai in disguise, but they were
On such an occasion, no one would come over to say hello.
There was some silence in the car on the way back. Jamie, who was not good at speaking, held back his words several times until he arrived in front of Wang Ai's house in Cobham an hour later.
"You Chinese..." Jamie made a few gestures, roughly wanting to ask Wang Ai's opinion.
Wang Ai smiled: "Actually, the views are similar to those of many British people. He was a great man who changed the world. We still firmly believe in his thoughts and theories today, and believe that a fairer resource distribution method will help reduce the number of human beings."
Internal contradictions in society are conducive to better serving all mankind."
Jamie smiled shyly and walked into Wang Ai's villa at Wang Ai's invitation. This was not his first time here, but it was the first time he felt that he was "breaking into an enemy country" and entering a country from the Far East.
The home of a Marxist in a mysterious great country.
"You are rich."
Under the awning in the backyard of Wang Ai's house, facing the very high-end swimming pool, Jamie revealed the provocative side of his journalistic nature and said suggestively.
Wang Ai sat on a wicker chair, crossed his hands and said calmly: "The 'property' of the bourgeoisie is not family property. When wealth is not used for exploitation, he has no original sin. In addition, China is reforming and opening up, and is exploring development in practice.
Marxism, so today we are open to many issues. It is for this reason that you have met me, a foreign player from China, who has won the Golden Boot in the five major leagues and the European Champions Cup."
Seeing that Wang Ai changed the topic, Jamie didn't ask any more questions. Even if he asked more questions, he couldn't say too much in the newspaper, and Wang Ai's idea was a little sausage-slicing tactic. Saying too much at once would blur the focus, but instead
trouble.
"I remember, you still haven't played in one final? Theoretically, you are not the Golden Boot."
"Well, yes." Wang Ai smiled and said: "Yes, if Henry can score 9 goals for us in one game, oh no, it should be 10, haha."
Jamie also laughed. Indeed, now UEFA, Chelsea and even Wang Ai himself cannot say that he is the Champions League Golden Boot. After all, there is still a theoretical overtake.
"You have won the record for the most goals scored in a single season in history, can you go one step further in the finals? Get the real first place, and only write your name on this record?" Jamie took out his hand
A small notebook for taking notes while talking.
"It's hard to say. Winning the team is the first priority. I don't care much about breaking personal records."
Jamie raised his head and looked at Wang Ai's expression seriously. He found that Wang Ai was really calm and then said doubtfully: "Now many people outside, including Sir Bobby Charlton, are praising you, saying that the intensity of confrontation in modern football is stronger than before.
Much more, so it is much more difficult to score goals in the Champions League now than it was a few decades ago, otherwise it would not have been the case that no one else has come close to that record in more than 40 years. Many people say that you are the strongest goalscorer in the history of the Champions League."
Wang Ai picked up the teapot, poured tea for Jamie, and poured some for himself before sitting down and saying: "Before the restructuring of the Champions League, you could only play a maximum of 9 games. What is it now? 13 games. So even if I score another goal in the final,
It cannot be said that I am the strongest in the history of the Champions League. If José, who scored 14 goals that season, could also play 13 games instead of 9, his number of goals would be almost 20."
