Milan has a high dimension, so it gets dark early in winter. Soon after Wang Ai arrived home, the sky darkened. Leaving Lao Liu playing with the cat on the first floor, Wang Ai went upstairs to put away his equipment and pushed open the door to the bathroom.
He opened the door, took off his clothes and sat down in the bathtub.
Just as Lao Liu and the others noticed, Wang Ai couldn't cheer up during this period. Instead, he felt very tired. He rarely took a bath, let alone took a bath in the afternoon. And he kept soaking.
He actually fell asleep.
Water droplets accumulated on the ceiling. Slowly, one dropped and landed right on Wang Ai's forehead. He opened his eyes and saw that the water in the bathtub was already cold. He looked outside and saw that the forest in the evening had become darker.
A few stars have appeared in the deep blue night sky.
With a crash, Wang Ai stood up and held his forehead. It hurt a little. He quickly dried himself and put on a thick bathrobe, put some water in, opened the door and walked downstairs.
"Have you taken a shower? I said it's been a long time, I was going to call you." Kangsi said hello as she put the dishes on the dining table.
"Yeah." Wang Ai smiled and sat down on the chair.
Old Liu closed his notebook, rubbed his temples and came over to sit down: "Oh, it's quite rich."
Wang Ai smiled: "It's like this every day."
Six dishes, mushroom stewed chicken, spinach squid, grilled tenderloin, sauerkraut big bones, braised eel, vegetable soup, the staple food is Milanese pasta and beef offal burger.
While eating, Kangsi suddenly asked in confusion: "Did you make too little vegetable soup today?"
Wang Ai nodded: "I ate a little too much today."
"You don't usually eat vegetables? You always... Hey, there's a lot of meat left today, what's wrong with you?"
Wang Ai raised his eyebrows: "No appetite, no energy."
Old Liu rubbed his nose and said, "You just ate a full plate of macaroni, but with your appetite, it's a bit too small. Is it uncomfortable?"
"It's okay."
Half of the roasted tenderloin was left, half of the pickled cabbage bones were left, and the rest were all eaten, but even so, it was a bit abnormal. Lao Liu and Wang Ai didn't spend much time together, so they didn't think so, but Yan Zhu and Zhao Dan both
He knew it well. So just after eating, Zhao Dan brought a thermometer and measured it. It was okay, but a little high.
"Go to bed early at night." Zhao Dan suggested.
"Um."
"No more practice?" Lao Liu asked.
"You have to practice, and reduce the amount." Yan Zhu explained: "I practice all year round, even if it feels uncomfortable, I have to go through it, otherwise I won't be able to sleep."
"Brother Liu, you can ask whatever you want." Wang Ai said as he picked up the coffee.
"Okay, what do you think of Mancini? You have experienced several famous coaches."
"They say it's not very good, and the contact time is short. But from the training point of view, it's not as detailed as Jose's dunks. Jose will tell you immediately when he finds something wrong during training. Mancini is not like that. He doesn't speak easily and just looks,
After I have finished explaining it in a few words, let’s take a look.” After Wang Ai said this, he thought for a while: “I’m not very good at Italian yet, so I can’t guarantee that I’ll understand everything right away, so it’s still a bit difficult. I’ll wait for another ten days.
I’ve completely understood it after half a month, maybe I can say more about it? But generally speaking, the training content is not much different.”
"What about him and Irueta? With Director Xu? And Gao Hongbo, Shen Xiangfu and the others?"
"Ah, let me think about it..."
Coincidentally, Mancini, the person Wang Ai was talking about with Lao Liu and others at home, did not go home immediately after work tonight. Instead, he rushed to the Inter Milan Club in the center of Milan to meet with owner Moratti. The person they were talking about happened to be It's Wang Ai.
"Can he start the game the day after tomorrow?" Moratti asked expectantly.
Manic's expression was focused and slightly serious: "Sorry Massimo, I don't think it's possible yet."
Moratti pushed up his glasses unexpectedly: "Roberto, you know, I spent a lot of money on him."
Manic nodded clearly: "He still has problems integrating with the team. Although his footwork and consciousness are very good and are a great complement to us, his state..."
Speaking of this, Mancini's expression showed a hint of confusion: "Massimo, you know, in these days' training matches, he didn't score a single goal. He seemed to have no energy, like... a hangover. "
Moratti's expression became serious: "Are you sure?"
"Oh no, I didn't mean that he drank, it's not that kind of thing." Mancini shook his head and said: "According to the examination of our team doctor, he is just ordinary fatigue. But his competitive state is indeed average. I don't know why. So he If I can’t start, I still trust the current lineup more.”
Moratti took out a cigarette and lit it, "Can I substitute? Roberto, I need him to appear as soon as possible. Our financial pressure is too great. If he plays one game in the morning, our TV broadcasts and advertisers will be happier." .”
"If the game situation allows it."
"Okay." Moratti compromised, thought for a while and said: "Do you think there is anything wrong with him? His performance in the Premier League in the first half of the season was like God. I don't need him to copy it. Three-quarters of it. Two-thirds? One-half is fine too.”
Speaking of this, Moratti said yearningly: "Average two goals per game, one half, also average one goal per game, my God! What an amazing Chinese. Roberto, I feel like I made a good deal. !Yes, a good deal!”
Mancini nodded and waited for Moratti to come to his senses before saying: "We are very different from the Premier League. If it was summer, he would have two months to adapt, but now, he only has a few days. And he wants to be with the next door. He competed with the Brazilians and scored 35 goals in 17 games, which was a lot of consumption, so he should need a rest..."
Moratti was beaming: "Yes, very good, he was born to belong to us!"
Mancini nodded and heard Moratti continue to say: "If this child had come to us earlier, he would not have been so hard, and he would not be blocked by the Brazilians this year. The World Footballer should also belong to him. .By the way, when will he get used to us?"
"It's hard to explain. Players like him who are self-disciplined in life and train hard will rarely have problems. But if there is a problem, ordinary methods should not work. It mainly depends on himself."
"How about I talk to him?" Moratti said hesitantly.
"Maybe." Manic thought thoughtfully: "But let's wait for him first. After the game the day after tomorrow, I will talk to him first anyway. You are the boss after all, no matter how much you like him."
"Okay, I'll be more restrained." Moratti shrugged, "But, I really want to see him... You know, he is just like Ronnie back then, no, he is better than Ronnie!
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"I hope he can maintain his good living habits in Milan." Mancini sighed in a low voice: "If the Chinese can resist the temptation, considering his age, we should all be more patient."
