"If there was enough time, the result might not be like this." Ranieri said unconvinced at the post-match press conference: "The weather in Milan was too cold, and my players did not adapt throughout the first half."
Mancini next to him smiled and listened. Unlike the open Premier League, there are basically no foreigners coaching in Serie A, and the war of words between coaches is very measured.
"Is today a lucky day for the opponent?" a reporter asked.
Ranieri paused and shook his head: "No, they are very strong, I must admit. They are very strong, we are unlucky, that's it."
The reporters in the audience were mainly Italian reporters. Seeing that the old coach looked unhappy, they turned to ask about Mancini. Mancini followed the reporters' words and focused on praising the three players who scored goals, and also made a special mention. Bailey Jr. completed an assist.
The bus once again sent Wang Ai home alone. While driving, the driver secretly looked at Wang Ai in the rearview mirror. The bus drivers of each club were not fans, at least not fanatical fans, otherwise driving would be easy. Something happened. But even so, today on the small TV in the car, he was still shocked by the Chinese man sitting quietly by the window.
That dashing turn and shot in front of the goal, that sudden assist, and the unconcealable shock on the opponent's face, he has become so powerful that even ordinary people can feel it.
The night in Milan is romantic and sentimental, but those neon lights are far away behind, and the vast and silent mountains at the end of the road. Wang Ai is like a sword master in the mountains. He hurriedly disappears after a startling glance, refusing to give up. A profile of this passionate city.
Kangsi, who was in the same row, secretly poked Wang Ai with her finger and pointed at the rearview mirror. Wang Ai turned around and saw the driver looking at him, so he smiled. The driver's hand shook, smiled back, and continued to focus. Driving. He is not a fan, but he still hopes to pay tribute to the outstanding employees of the club he plays for in this way.
A thin layer of fog has filled the mountains above Wang Ai's home. After waving goodbye to the driver, Wang Ai walked out of the car with his backpack on his back. The driver will probably sleep in the staff dormitory of the base tonight. Wang Ai also welcomed a lady in front of his home. The barks and wiwi's wait in the front hallway.
The small door at the lower part of the door is enough for cats and dogs to go to the yard to solve their physiological problems. The lady who finally defeated the fear of "big men" licked Wang Ai's hand, and finally no longer resented the wiwi who had the same name. Wang Ai rubbed his chin with his other hand.
"Why?" Kang Si put down her satchel and put her hands on her hips unconvinced: "I take care of them every day, and they kiss you!"
Wang Ai came back to her senses and looked at Kang Si funny: "Aren't you kissing me too?"
Kangsi was stunned for a moment, frowned, and then exclaimed for a long time: "I'm not your pet!"
"Yes!" Wang Ai smiled and nodded with one hand.
"No!" Kang Si ran over and swung a plastic sledgehammer, hitting Wang Ai on the head.
Wang Ai hadn't done anything yet. The cat and dog were happy first. Wiwi raised his claws and tried to scratch. The lady straightened up and opened her mouth to bite. This hammer was usually their toy.
After making a fuss for a while, Kang Si got tired and took Wang Ai to the kitchen to share today's supper. Since it was a game in the evening, today's supper was a bit late, and Kang Si was also hungry.
While eating, Kangsi pushed Wang Ai's mobile phone over and said vaguely: "I have processed all the information on the official mobile phone. This is on your personal mobile phone. You can take a look."
Wang Ai promised and pulled over his cell phone to look at it. They mainly included congratulatory messages from the five CCTV hosts and guests who were responsible for the live broadcast today, as well as interview invitations. There were also many text messages sent by teammates in Europe, especially those from the National Olympics in the United States.
Bingen's teammates were shouting and yelling. It was obvious that these guys were watching the game together again.
There was also a message from Bai Guanghai, saying that he would come to Milan to visit when he was free recently.
When Wang Ai saw the word "visit" from Lao Bai, he wondered, when did this guy learn to be polite? There must be something wrong. He didn't bother to make a call for half a year, so he just held back his energy and talked to him remotely.
compete.
Thinking of this, Wang Ai simply picked up the phone and called this guy directly. Lao Bai's condition in the past two years has been pretty good. Although he has declined due to age and early injuries, he is still a rotation player for Dortmund. But it is said that a
I plan to return to China within two years, but I don’t know if it’s true or not.
After calling, this guy actually turned off his phone. Wang Ai didn't come back to his senses for a long time, and then he became furious and sent a series of "turn on the phone", but there was no movement for a long time. Wang Ai gave up in anger.
After the meal, Kangsi and Wang Ai went to the gym together for a while and then went back upstairs to sleep. Yan Zhu, who stayed at home today, accompanied Wang Ai until late at night before they both went upstairs. But even after going upstairs, Wang Ai still fell asleep.
No, I simply turned on the computer, and sure enough, the various chat groups were much more lively, and there were a lot of them if I didn't come for a few days. Fortunately, the computer is good, otherwise it would be easy to get stuck.
Surprisingly, there were new comments in the preschool discussion group composed of several women. Looking through the previous chat records, it was found that Huang Xin and Xu Qinglian were in Europe discussing his recovery. Wang Ai shook his head with a smile and typed in.
: "The competition is normal. Don't worry about anything else for now. Sister Huang Xin comes to see me when she has time. You and I are closer than Qinglian this time."
After turning off the computer, Wang Ai stood by the bed for a long time looking at the dark night. He suppressed the urge to go swimming downstairs and rolled over on the bed for an unknown amount of time before falling asleep.
In the darkness, Wang Ai frowned and sat up, turning on the desk lamp. The time happened to be half past five in the morning. Because of the cold weather, half of the Premier League games will not be scheduled too late. It is different in Italy. People here also live too
Rich, the "prime time" of television broadcasts in the two countries is different, so the games have to be adjusted accordingly.
But for Wang Ai, his schedule will have to change accordingly on match days, especially night match days.
After hesitating for a few minutes between "sleep a little longer" and "come back and sleep again", Wang Ai decided to come back and talk about the biological clock that the protective pillar had finally formed.
More than an hour later, the light on the north side of the mountain lit up, and the spire of the church in the small town of Appiano was surrounded by warm sunlight. Wang Ai's headache at this time had been relieved. Another hour later, Wang Ai and the three walked through the frost marks and the remaining snow,
At the door, I saw Kang Si with a big smile.
"I just went to town and bought a lot of newspapers, all praising you."
"Why are you going to town so early? Is there something missing at home?" Wang Ai took the newspaper and walked into the house.
Kangsi followed behind aggrievedly. Seeing that Wang Ai had no intention of looking back and was reading the newspaper seriously, she suddenly became angry. She opened Wang Ai's hand and put the dog leash in: "You can walk it from now on!"
