At noon on Saturday, the ninth-round opponent Portsmouth of the Premier League came to Stamford Bridge. Wang Ai was wearing a thin black coat with a hood and sat behind Mourinho. Next to him were his friends Makelele and Wright.
Diagonally across from him in the front row was Joe Cole, who had not played in many games.
The starting lineup has not changed much, Sheva, Drogba, Lampard, Robben, Essien, Ballack, Terry, Carvalho, Ashley Cole, Ferreira, Hilario Cech.
It didn't get better after a while, and Cudicini still hadn't taken off the equipment around his neck.
Stamford Bridge is surrounded by tall buildings, the stadium is not big, and the auditorium is close to the stadium, so the coaching bench is "stuffed" in the auditorium. The height is lower than the grass, and the sight line is often not very good. Wang Ai doesn't care much about the game.
Process, unlike Jose, stood up nervously and looked around from time to time, nor did he put his feet on the turf in front of him like his teammates, really relaxing like watching a movie.
In the hustle and bustle, Wang Ai had a vague feeling that all the fans were eager for the return of the "Ukrainian Nuclear Warhead" king? This is really an incomprehensible emotion. It seems that the more disappointments, the stronger the desire. Maybe Mr. Roman
Most people in this stadium have fallen into the "Gambler's Dilemma": the more they lose, the more eager they are to get their money back, and the more they continue to invest... So much so that Wang Ai has scored 13 goals, but still has to play as a substitute.
, but still didn’t hear any complaints from Stamford Bridge about this.
Throughout the first half, Chelsea's offensive was overwhelming and they completely controlled the game. Although they did not score a goal, the fans enjoyed watching it. During this process, Wang Ai, who was wearing a black hood, said nothing and held his hands.
On his knees, he lowered his head and watched the ball silently. Compared with the excitement of the people around him, his place seemed to have become a silent black hole.
When the halftime whistle blew, Wang Ai got up and returned to the spacious locker room with his teammates. He probably noticed that Wang Ai was not in a good mood, so no one from his teammates came up to bother him. Jose commented on the game in a personable manner, and Wang Ai
Didn't really listen to it either.
More than 10 minutes later, the game resumed, and Wang Ai sat down in silence again.
Maybe Sheva finally began to adapt to Chelsea, maybe it was the long-term pressure that made him finally break out. In the 55th minute of the game, he received a cross from Robben, seized the opportunity, and shot into the far corner.
The scoreboard finally jumped under his feet with difficulty.
After scoring the goal, Sheva was so excited that he rushed out of the stadium and threw himself on the fans, and his name rang out uniformly in the stadium. Shortly afterwards, Ballack also scored a goal.
Robba seized the opportunity to steal the ball in the frontcourt, and Ballack succeeded in receiving the ball without any defender in front of the goal.
After the two superstars came to Chelsea, they finally joined forces and broke out. Even if one only scored the second goal and the other just scored the first goal, the fans were still very satisfied, as if their desire had finally come true, cheers, applause and
Their names continue to echo in the stadium and among the tall buildings around them.
Jose also did not hesitate to praise him and gave them the courtesy of being replaced individually and receiving cheers from the audience.
Portsmouth scored a goal in the final stage of the game, but Chelsea still ushered in a victory, an exciting victory. The scene of Sheva jumping towards the fans and hugging them became a classic shot of this game.
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In contrast, Wang Ai, who remained silent throughout the game and never took off his hood, left the outside world with only a pair of deep eyes.
The next day was Sunday. The caretaker of Cobham and the villagers of nearby villages saw Wang Ai's figure in the thin morning mist again. It seemed that the strange atmosphere of the club recently did not affect him at all, and his footsteps remained the same.
Flexible and changeable, his voice is still gentle. But at this time, it always sounds a little weird. Even though he is the only player jogging in the morning near Cobham, even though he has achieved incredible achievements,
But compared with big stars like Sheva and Ballack, he seems to be too peaceful.
Aren't big stars supposed to be surrounded by luxury cars, yachts, beauties, alcohol and reporters? Why is he only surrounded by a taciturn bodyguard?
At 7:20 in the morning, after two hours of morning exercise, Wang Ai returned to the door of his home with dew all over his body. He bent down to pick up the football, pushed open the wood door, walked into the courtyard, and picked it off the rope next to the door.
A rag to wipe away the water stains on the outside of the football.
Just as he was about to walk into the room, he saw Kang Si's small figure squatting outside the flower room. The "thief" at home came again, a bold red squirrel that could quickly climb to the third floor where Wang Ai lived.
It would also occasionally jump into the kitchen through the open window, and after eating two figs in person without being chased away, it became a frequent visitor to Wang Ai's house.
Kang Si was feeding it. When it saw Wang Ai coming, it didn't dodge and continued to grab the hazelnuts by its mouth and nibble on it.
"Are you back?" Kang Si saw Wang Ai coming back and gave way. Wang Ai squatted down and picked up one from Kang Si's hand. After the little guy finished eating, he handed it to its mouth and stretched it when it opened its mouth.
When Kang Si suddenly took his claws away, the little guy chased after him without hesitation. Wang Ai hid again, but he continued to chase persistently. Wang Ai simply stood up amidst Kang Si’s scolding, and the little guy climbed up and finally jumped to
Wang Ai merged his hands and got its delicious food.
In response to the thumbs twiddling its tail, it just flicked its tail to show dissatisfaction and continued to eat. The palm of Wang Ai's mouth was full of dregs.
Kang Si observed this bold creature with wide eyes, and occasionally glanced at the powerful man next to him with a gentle smile.
When the little guy was full, he didn't even say hello. He ran into the oak tree outside the greenhouse and disappeared from sight. The elm tree in the distance was probably his home.
Breakfast was almost ready. Wang Ai hurried upstairs to the bathroom and took a shower. When he came downstairs, today's chef Zhao Dan had already set the table, including chestnut porridge, cauliflower salad, fried ham, chicken breast, and potatoes and eggs contributed by Kang Si.
cake.
Recently, Wang Ai got a little angry, so she canceled the milk for breakfast. Under the girls' advice, Wang Ai endured and wore a lot more clothes, so the cold that usually comes in October only had a slight attack.
On Sundays off, Wang Ai usually spends the morning studying at home, and then goes to Cobham for self-training in the afternoon. Of course, it’s okay not to go, but the equipment at home is not as complete as the club’s. Of course, if there are commercial activities, that’s another matter.
There happened to be none today. Wang Ai planned to study the academic paper at home in the morning, watch other games at noon, and then go to Cobham in the afternoon depending on the situation.
Just as she was about to go upstairs, Kangsi came back after going out to buy a newspaper. The headline of the sports section of "The Sun" today was very interesting. There was only a photo of Wang Ai in a black hood facing the court with a penetrating gaze. The accompanying text was "Silent Executioner (
