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Chapter 315 The Light of the Apennine (5)

 In the second half, Wang Ai's performance was a little sluggish, and he didn't have much fighting spirit. Among the powerful teammates of Inter Milan, he can be very "willful": he can play when he wants to play, and he can mess around if he doesn't want to! But Jose has not given up.

If he was to end the game, Wang Ai could only stay idle and cooperate with his teammates.

In the 7th, 19th, 22nd, and 31st minutes of the second half, Wang Ai sent four consecutive threatening balls, three of which turned into shots, two of which were high shots, and one of which was saved...

Little Mancini put his hands on his waist and looked at the goal in confusion: Did I remember it was at home?

Seeing that his teammates were giving more opportunities to him, Wang Ai was so blessed that he "reluctantly" returned to the center position, which made Samp's defenders very nervous. Faced with such a situation

A guy who is difficult to seal with normal means and dare not use abnormal means can only be filled with manpower.

Under the defense of many people, Wang Ai's performance was mediocre, and he just hung around for another ten minutes.

However, there will be loopholes in multi-player defense. In the 77th minute of the game, a loophole appeared. At that time, Wang Ai was jogging in the penalty area. His teammates were sending the ball back and forth from both sides of the penalty area. The football was in Wang Ai's head.

He flew over the top again and again, and he tried "hard", but "unfortunately" he never touched it.

However, this time, the Samp players did not handle it well, and the football bounced from his feet and went straight to Wang Ai's head.

Wang Ai was stunned, so polite?

Subconsciously, Wang Ai turned sideways, faced the goal and shook his head, and the ball went in with a bang.

Faced with Figo's congratulations, Wang Ai didn't even react. How could the fans know? Warm congratulations, senior year, this is revenge, this is Mr. Wang's running without the ball is really awesome.

This is……

Ten minutes later, the game ended. Inter Milan defeated the visiting Sampdoria 4-0 at home. Wang Ai walked to the sidelines and hugged Jose first. Facing the jumping Kang Si, he walked over and was reminded that it was He Wei's game.

Post phone interview.

"Lao He, have a wonderful New Year!" Wang Ai doesn't care what the occasion is, he just opens his mouth and smiles.

He Wei had long been familiar with Wang Ai's style and grinned at the camera in the live broadcast room: "Happy New Year to you, little Wang'er. On behalf of the fans across the country who have just watched the game, I also wish you a happy New Year."

"Hey, I'm rude, what, what, the whole country, how can I say this?"

"Just say it directly, don't waste time."

"Oh, I am Wang Ai, I am on the sidelines of the Meazza Stadium in Milan, Italy. You may still hear some noisy sounds at the scene, oh..."

It was said that the noise came immediately, because Wang Ai walked forward holding the phone and was hugged by a fan who jumped down, so a long-winded Italian message came from the phone...

"Lao He, are you still there?"

He Wei nodded with interest: "Ah, I'm waiting for you."

"Oh okay, I'm Wang Ai, I'm here..."

"You said it..."

"Happy New Year to fans across the country!"

Wang Ai was more straightforward this time. He Wei was stunned and said quickly: "I scored four goals in this game. Is this a New Year's gift to fans across the country?"

"I didn't think too much about it. I just thought I would have to work hard to watch the game during the Chinese New Year!"

"But you don't seem very excited in the second half?"

"Ah? Haha, I paralyze my opponent, hahaha!"

He Wei complained in his heart, but he couldn't help it, so he had to laugh: "If I remember correctly, this is your 28th league goal this season, right?"

"Really? I didn't pay much attention to this matter."

"How many do you plan to score in the end? I remember you tied last season's scoring record in the last game?"

"It depends on what the team needs."

"What about yourself? The Golden Boot is very important, right?"

"Ah...it depends on the team's needs, haha!"

Over there, He Wei finally couldn't help it anymore and rolled his eyes: "Don't make trouble, little Wang. Fans all over the country are watching the TV, waiting to hear some good news from you to cheer up."

"Ah, is that so? If I want to say it's more than last season, you'll probably be angry... If I want to say it's more than 30, you probably won't be very happy either. Then... 40?"

"Who are you asking?" He Wei couldn't help it: "Should I kick?"

"Hahahaha... Well, to be serious, uh, I am Wang Ai. In Milan, I sincerely wish the people and fans across the country a happy new year and good health." Wang Ai walked back to the stadium holding the phone: "What about you?

Did the live broadcast signal cut off?”

"It's been cut off, it's already a live broadcast room."

"I'm back on the grass now. It's quieter here after the fans have left." Wang Ai put his hands on his hips and looked at the dark sky above his head: "I'm going back to the town of Appiano to celebrate the New Year with my family in a while. This afternoon

I watched the Spring Festival Gala and haven’t had the New Year’s Eve dinner yet. There is no New Year atmosphere here in Milan. I, I miss Beijing a little bit. The past year has not been easy for everyone. There were laughter, tears, struggles, and achievements. The more

When you are abroad, the more you can see things clearly, the more you love our country. We are still a developing country, and everyone still has to work hard. Me too, I am also on the road, and I have to work hard."

He Wei, who was shaken emotionally by Wang Ai's sudden confession, listened silently.

"Everyone should be sleepy. The captain is still looking for me. It's probably the post-game press conference. I haven't even taken a shower. One last thing." Wang Ai coughed: "I know many people like me, so I

Be bold today and make a request. I ask everyone to squeeze in some exercise when you have time, even if it’s just a few more minutes a day. Please take good care of your body, I need you, and the country needs you too. All walks of life

Workers, you are the writers of the rejuvenation of the motherland. I hope that we can work together in different positions. 2008 has passed, and the new year is waiting for us."

"Okay, thank you, Xiao Wang'er. I will work hard. I hope you can perform better this year."

"Alright, definitely!"

After hanging up the phone, Wang Ai let out a breath, and Kangsi walked closer and took the hot phone: "Did you miss your loved ones more during the holidays?"

Wang Ai smiled and suddenly remembered that Kang Si didn't even have a real relative. He couldn't help but spread his arms, but Kang Si quickly avoided it and whispered: "No, there are still reporters here."

"Oh, I owe you first."

Wearing a jersey soaked with sweat, Wang Ai attended the press conference. After skillfully responding to various questions, Wang Ai returned to the locker room and took a quick shower before changing into dry training clothes. Today is a major holiday for the Chinese, but

It's just a normal day for others, so we can't keep the bus waiting for too long.

At eleven o'clock at night, Wang Ai finally returned home. A few minutes later, colorful fireworks bloomed in the sky of the small town of Appiano, illuminating the faces of Wang Ai's family.


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