When Wang Ai entered the hotel, he saw Liu Chunming and Zhu Heyuan drinking tea and chatting in the hotel lobby. He smiled and waved his hand from a distance. When Wang Ai got closer, Zhu Heyuan threw a key card over: "Yours!"
Wang Ai laughed, took the key card and went upstairs with his luggage. After settling down, he went to the lobby to meet the two leaders. Unlike in the National Olympics, although Wang Ai also had a huge influence on the national team, he did not have an official title after all, so many national teams
Wang Ai is not very clear about the matter. He will have to talk to the leader after he comes.
"How did you rest along the way? How is your health?" Liu Chunming put down his teacup and asked with concern.
"It's good. Actually, I just woke up. Isn't this good?"
Liu Chunming nodded: "The game the day after tomorrow is basically at this time, so you still have to adjust it at night."
"Yes." Wang Ai nodded seriously: "I will sleep less at night and get up early tomorrow to avoid being sleepy during the game the day after tomorrow."
"Have you brought all your equipment?"
Wang Ai patted his satchel: "They're all here."
"Okay then." Liu Chunming stood up and said, "Let's go to the training ground and let's talk while practicing."
"Hey Director Liu, are there any locals around you who are familiar with Kunming?"
Liu Chunming turned around unexpectedly: "What? Are you in trouble?"
"No. My assistant is very curious about Kunming and plans to go shopping. I don't have time either. I don't know him well either."
"Oh, this is about it." Old Liu put his hands behind his back and walked forward: "I can't find the hotel. Let's go to the training ground. They are all locals and the Kunming Football Association is here to help. Just find two. You
He can be considered a foreign guest."
On the bus in front of the hotel, when Wang Ai and the two leaders arrived, half of the people were already seated, almost all of whom were familiar faces. After waiting for a while, Lao Sun, Zheng Zhi, Bai Guanghai, Luo Tongliang and the others were seen carrying bags.
After everyone got off the bus, everyone gathered and the bus drove to Tuodong Stadium, which is also the home court of the game two days later.
Most of the lineup is overseas players, and a few are domestic players. For example, Han Peng entered the national team for the first time. But compared to Wang Ai, others have participated in many warm-up matches. Wang Ai is the one who has really come back less, so that he is the captain of the national team.
As soon as he opened his mouth, he was laughed at by the crowd.
"Oh, comrades, long time no see."
"It's been a long time since we last saw you!"
After arriving at the locker room of the stadium, after changing the equipment, as soon as they came out of the player tunnel, Zhu Heyuan led a smiling female cadre over and introduced to Wang Ai that this was the "coordinator" sent by the Yunnan Football Association for this national team event.
"Member" is actually responsible for handling various chores.
Although it is rare to take players' staff out shopping, it is not incomprehensible. Besides, it is also an easy thing.
Wang Ai said hello to the family and introduced Kang Si to the other party. The two of them left happily before they felt relieved. Originally, Wang Ai wanted Yan Zhu to follow Yan Zhu, but Yan Zhu refused, and Wang Ai couldn't force him.
Zhao Dan was still resting in the hotel due to jet lag, and Wang Ai slept with him all the way to Kunming. The two guards couldn't rest at the same time. Even if their eyes were closed, one of them had to keep his ears open.
After handling these chores, Wang Aicai joined the training under the command of Liu Chunming.
The training ended at five o'clock in the evening, and everyone went back to the hotel for dinner. During the chat, Wang Ai realized that the others had sacrificed a professional league game and came back several days early. Relatively speaking, the "treatment" of domestic league players was even worse.
The field must not be missed, and training cannot be less than one minute, but whether it can play or not depends on God's will. This is today's Chinese national football team.
People like Wang Ai don't participate in any warm-up matches, and their training time is compressed to the limit. They will definitely start in the game. Others can only squat in the corner and draw circles, and dare not say anything publicly.
In this regard, Wang Ai knows very well that the class gap in the national team has been formed, even deliberately formed. The purpose is to stimulate these bastards who are unwilling to move at the top of the domestic league to improve themselves and exercise in a higher league.
Own.
The low mobility of the domestic league means that the upper levels are very easy to be lazy, while the lower levels have a very hard life. Wang Ai wants to force the upper and lower levels to get active, otherwise the upper levels will not only slow down their own progress, but also hinder the lower levels.
Ascending channel.
After dinner, chatting and resting, Wang Ai’s room was filled with people again. Wang Ai distributed various Italian specialties that he had prepared to his teammates. This was different from his early days in the National Youth League, which had a hint of poverty alleviation.
Yes, it's purely a friendship between friends.
Of course, Wang Ai has won the Golden Globe Award and earns so much money every year. If he doesn't take the initiative, he is afraid that these guys will get jealous and just grab it.
At eight o'clock in the evening, the crowd dispersed, preparing for night training and rest. Only then did Kang Si come back from outside with a lot of things in his hand.
Wang Ai hurriedly took over the messy things and looked into the bright brown eyes in the night: "Have you had dinner?"
"have eaten!"
"Who invited me?"
"Me! I know that you Chinese are willing to treat foreigners well, but I know your logic better, so the money I spent is very cheap."
Wang Ai thought about it, but yes, Kang Si's monthly salary is 6,000 euros, which is 60,000 yuan when converted into RMB. Not to mention a local Football Association cadre, even the chairman of the Football Association cannot earn her. Moreover, there is no signing agreement between Wang Ai and Kang Si.
According to the contract, Kang Si didn’t even have a salary card. Wang Ai’s salary account automatically transferred 6,000 to her bank card every month. In other words, she didn’t even have to pay taxes on this money.
Kangsi rested in Wang Ai's room for a while, showing off a lot of things she bought, such as roasted bait cubes, flower cakes, Taiping cakes, Yunnan eight pieces, and the spicy duck neck, anyway.
There was mostly food. There were also a lot of clothes, trinkets and so on.
After showing off, Kang Siguan Wang Ai asked for Zhang Xiuyun's phone number and went back to her room to take pictures.
Seeing that his cabbage was settling down, it was estimated that there would be no more trouble in three months. Wang Ai put a piece of roasted bait in his mouth and stood up. Accompanied by Zhao Dan, he went downstairs for night practice. Kang Si probably wouldn't care about tonight's supper.
It’s okay, there’s late night snacks prepared in the hotel cafeteria.
After two days in the spring breeze in Kunming, on the afternoon of February 6, the first game of the third stage of the Asian qualifying rounds for the World Cup in South Africa was about to take place.
The match time was originally set at 16:00, but after discussion between the Chinese Football Association and the Syrian Football Association, it was moved up three hours so that players from all over the country could catch the plane and fly home to celebrate the New Year with their families after the game.
The Chinese team's bus stopped outside the bustling Tuodong Stadium's main entrance. As soon as the door was opened, the noise could be heard coming from the high walls of the stadium. The enthusiastic Kunming Football Association cadres stood outside the bus door, waiting for Wang Ai to come down first with his bag on his back.
