Since the Champions League semi-finals are about to take place, although Wang Ai broke through 40 goals today, he did not accept a long interview, either from Italy or China. He just said a few words on the phone.
I posted some photos on my personal blog and let it pass.
Just like the record 59 years ago has been talked about for 59 years, Wang Ai's new record will not make him much money immediately, but will make him leave a strong mark in the history of world football.
Stars with major records are stars, while stars without major records are shooting stars. If their performance is poor, they will disappear immediately, and no one even cares about it, such as Michael Owen. The former trend-chasing boy is now with Newcastle because his contract has expired.
I'm about to be demoted, and I'm about to do something stupid: write a resume.
If someone wants him, why bother promoting himself like a college student? In addition to his poor character and no one willing to help, his own rapid decline in competitive status and lack of commercial value are fundamental.
Major records in football will not be mentioned all the time, but they will be mentioned every once in a while. Stars with major records will have endless low-intensity exposure and the subsequent low-intensity exposure.
But very stable commercial value.
For example, Juste Fontaine set a record of 13 goals (6 games) in a World Cup in 1958, but half a century later, he is still interviewed by the media. He only needs to use his brain a little and follow the way of a star.
By doing this, you can turn these interviews into real financial gains.
A major record is a "pension". Even if a star no longer shines brightly, it can still degenerate into a red giant or a white dwarf. Until the end of its life, it can still become a neutron star, suspended coldly in the universe as an unignorable force.
A star. After the meteor burns, it becomes an ordinary space stone, or even turns into ashes.
Wang Ai is now becoming a world football star step by step, joining the ranks of Pele, Beckenbauer, Romario and others.
But Wang Ai didn't have time to think about this at the moment, or maybe it was because he had too many records. In short, at breakfast the next day, he drank porridge and vegetables with a calm expression in the face of the adulation from various media, thinking about the Champions League semi-finals the day after tomorrow.
finals.
Four teams have been decided in this Champions League, namely Chelsea and Arsenal in the Premier League, Barcelona in La Liga and Inter Milan in Serie A. Barcelona will face off against their old enemy Chelsea, and Inter Milan will fight against Arsenal.
If Wang Ai can't win the Champions League, it's best if Messi can't win it. But whether Messi can win it first depends on how hard Wang Ai's old club Chelsea works, but Wang Ai estimates that this season it will be Scolari first.
It's Hiddink again, and coupled with UEFA's vague preference for Barcelona, it is very likely that Chelsea will be unlucky.
Then, Wang Ai and his teammates must first defeat Arsenal and then defeat Barcelona head-on at Rome's Olimpico Stadium in order to secure the two major awards in 2009.
Otherwise, he will have to make up for it in the Confederations Cup in the summer, and the effect is hard to say.
Of course, Wang Ai's worries this morning were not only the stressful Champions League semi-finals, but also his studies.
Wang Ai skipped over the big fields of philosophy, literature and even "liberal arts" and jumped into unfamiliar science, agriculture, and environmental studies. Wang Ai, who always asked for leave and skipped classes, failed the class as expected!
When the news reached home, Xu Qinglian was rolling on the bed, and her buttocks were spanked without stopping.
The big devil who has been hanging over her since she was a child has finally fallen. This relief, this pride, this schadenfreude!
It’s okay to fail the class. He’ll take the exam next year. It’s only three years of undergraduate studies anyway. In fact, except for analytical chemistry, which he failed, he didn’t fail in any other subjects. Although his grades were average, they passed after all. Even his teacher
They all comforted him: You are a star, it doesn’t matter...
This makes Wang Ai even more unhappy! Even though I’ve been repeating my studies for five fucking years, I’m still the top scorer in the country in terms of real talent and academic performance. I have two doctorate degrees, but I still failed my undergraduate degree...
Therefore, Wang Ai asked his family to keep it strictly confidential!
It's a pity that I never expected that there are Chinese students at the University of Milan... I can't say that they have any malicious intentions, but Wang Aiben is the focus of them, and even the object of envy and hatred: You are so rich and famous,
Studying is so good!
So, I don’t know who spread the news about him failing the exam. There are pictures and the truth, and there are people who can speak Italian to help translate. It soon spread to other online communities. Yesterday, after he broke 40 goals, congratulations
Weidu asked.
This is called "disgraceful to the whole of China"!
Many similar pictures appeared on Wang Ai's blog: "Brother Xinchun, don't fail the exam"!
Even Wang Ai’s classmates from primary and secondary schools sent him text messages: Did your kid fail a class? Ah! Ha! Ha!
This matter has little impact on his commercial value, and it even promotes it a little bit. But it is definitely uncomfortable, after all, those things are really difficult to learn. I finally passed the exam, and I thought I would go to Nima next year, but no
I want to do it again.
After breakfast, Wang Ai behaved evilly and went upstairs to hang his head on the beam and stab his buttocks.
After the afternoon training, Jose left Wang Ai and Ibrahimovic alone: "You will start at the same time in the next game to strengthen your cooperation."
Wang Ai and Ibrahimovic looked at each other, and Ibrahimovic asked: "Two strikers?"
Jose sat in his chair, folding his hands in front of his lower abdomen: "Double center."
Wang Ai hesitated for a moment and then asked: "Isn't it a little early?"
Jose shook his head: "It's late, you're already mature. Don't worry that your opponents in the final will make arrangements to restrain you. Hiddink still holds the position of head coach of the Russian national team, and he still uses the same lineup I left behind.
I have a way with them. As for Barcelona..."
There was a sneer on the corner of Jose's mouth: "Guardiola is very superstitious about his passing and controlling style. He doesn't care who the opponent is or what his opponent's plans are. Besides..."
Jose made a height gesture: "Arsenal is very tall, your advantage is at your feet, but if the opponent is a short Barcelona guy... Wang, you seem to have grown a little taller?"
Wang Ai nodded: "The latest measurement is 191 centimeters."
Ibrahimovic turned his head in surprise: "Can it still grow?"
Wang Ai chuckled: "It should be the last point."
Ibrahimovic touched his nose: "I thought you had grown up enough. I forgot that you are only 22 years old."
"No one on this planet can guard against you two, especially when you team up." At this point, Jose suddenly stood up, walked up to the two of them, pressed their shoulders and stared at them: "
My two big centers, I don’t believe in any Cosmos team at all! I only believe in you and your secret tactics. Now, show it to the people of Barcelona and show it to the whole world!”
