Three hundred and sixty-seventh small sentiment (seven)
"The Confederations Cup is not well-known, but it is actually not simple." Team leader Liu Chunming spoke again, but this time he did not stand up, but sat in the crowd: "The World Cup champion plus a host, then Europe, Asia, Africa,
The six continental championships of Oceania, South and North America. Although they are regarded as warm-up matches for the World Cup, the qualifications are more difficult than the World Cup. As far as China is concerned, we have won two Asian Cup championships so far. Next time we
Maybe we can still qualify for the World Cup, but we may not be able to finish first in Asia."
Liu Chunming's words awakened everyone, and everyone was discussing. He even "thrown" Wang Ai on the stage and no one paid attention. Wang Ai was unhappy and directly called out his name: "Dong Fangzhuo, didn't you renew your agreement with Manchester United?
?As one of the five major leagues..."
"Boss, I'm on loan to Belgium again."
Wang Ai glared: "I know, but this time it's League A, not League B. Your salary is still paid by Manchester United, and you are still from Manchester United!"
"Hehe." Dong Fangzhuo scratched his scalp: "I know what you want me to say, boss. Anyway, I have a big face, I'm stupid and I'm not afraid of embarrassment. Don't you just want to win the Confederations Cup? I want it too!"
Speaking of this, Dong Fangzhuo suddenly became excited. He stood up and patted his chest: "I told you, what can you do to me? Can you hit me?"
Dong Fangzhuo's commotion made this goal that was supposed to make everyone gasp "easy". Wang Ai actually stepped off the stage and punched Dong Fangzhuo twice, watching him cover his chest as if he had been shot.
The donkey was frothing at the mouth and fell into Zhao Xuri's arms...
"I am 24 this year, the older one among you is 26, and the younger one is 22 or 23. Oh, Brother Li, don't be happy. I mean we are the 84 National Young Masters and the 86 National Young Masters."
Amid the laughter of over-age players such as Li Weifeng, Sun Jihai, Zhang Yonghai, Bai Guanghai, Zheng Zhi, Luo Tongliang, Zong Lei, Wang Ai said with emotion: "My brothers and I spent ten years together last year, and we struggled for ten years.
From the 1998 Asian Junior Championship selection trials to last year's Beijing Olympics. Although we started early and look very young, our career is very short, and ten years is a very cruel number. You guys, hurry up
After we retire, how many more years will our group have?"
"I still remember the days at the Olympic Sports Center eleven years ago. At that time, the sky was blue, the clouds were white, and the days were wild. I still had time to take them to the Aquatic Center to see the little girl." Room
Wang Ai's teasing voice echoed in the room, vaguely carrying a bit of sadness about the passage of time: "But what? Everyone has grown up after all. Although no one in our group has gotten married yet, it has only been the past two years. Family
It’s going to be done, but where’s the karma?”
Sun Jihai shook his head: "Xiao Wang'er, you guys are very good. Almost all our Chinese football championships are won by you."
Wang Ai nodded: "Yes, but it's not enough."
Wang Ai looked at these old players this time and said: "Chinese football has no end. It is passed down from generation to generation. If it doesn't work this time, it can be next time. But what about us football players? We only have one life. If we miss it, we will miss it forever.
For example, in this Confederations Cup, you can only participate in the 7 people here. What about others? What about us? How can we be an exception?"
Lao Gao's throat trembled and he rarely spoke: "...Alas!"
Everyone looked at Lao Gao, who shook his head and didn't want to say anything except a sigh.
"Director Gao is middle-aged. It's really difficult for him to have the same drive as us young people. But he can't let us off the hook, can he?" Wang Ai laughed and patted his chest lightly.
: "The world's turmoil comes from my generation, and the time comes when I enter the world."
As soon as the words came out, the people in the room seemed to smell the smell of blood, and they suddenly became energetic.
"Whether Director Gao is willing or not, he has to take us up. Now, the key lies in us, the engine in our chest, how much horsepower we are willing to turn on." Wang Ai stretched out his hand and turned his wrist towards the sky.
: "Good things are there, within reach. Compared to us who are already 25 years old, the next World Cup will be close to the age of retirement. We have no reason to be afraid, no reason to feel inferior, and no reason to hesitate. I, Wang Ai, will say this today
Big talk, I have two grand prizes in my hand, a pile of records in my hand, and I have the Olympic champion in my hand. I must touch that Hercules Cup. If you are willing, I will take you with me. If you are not willing, I will change it.
A group of people, our Chinese football team is not unable to implement a naturalization policy. Believe me, those who are willing to compete in the World Cup with me, those who dare to talk to me to win the Hercules Cup, and those whose level is not bad, they are all!"
Speaking of this, Wang Ai looked at the audience with a serious expression and knocked on the table: "Are you willing?"
Zhou Haibin, who had always been unsmiling in the crowd, slowly stood up from the table: "Boss, it's meaningless for you to ask this. We have been following you since we were young. We will do whatever you say, and we will do whatever you say.
Just do it. Today, like you, we have won all the championships that we can win at our age. The next step is not to win the World Cup championship, what else will we win? I am not old, I am only 25, and I don’t want to lie down every day in the future.
I think I can still work hard for a few more years. So, I am willing."
After finishing speaking, Zhou Haibin felt a little enlightened. He slapped the table again and shouted loudly: "I do!"
A roar alarmed the others, and there were slaps on the table, "Yes!" "Who doesn't want it is a fool!" "Boss, I do!"
Li Bing sat on one side, watching the turbulent scene and listening to the sound of banging on the table. He felt infinite regret in his heart. Back then, they didn't have such an exciting atmosphere. The World Cup champion, if he hadn't gone to Milan
, I have been with Xiao Wang for more than half a month and he personally stated this goal. Who dares to think about this? Ten years ago, Chinese football could not even play in the World Cup. Now it has only been two games and it dares to think about winning the World Cup?
Just as he was thinking about it, Fan Zhiyi touched his shoulder, pointed to his chest, leaned close and whispered: "Inner Demon."
Li Bing instantly understood. If you don't even dare to say anything, then when it comes to the truly crucial game, you will inevitably be timid and unprepared. You will inevitably feel anxious and unable to perform to your normal level. Today, Xiao Wang'er is helping everyone get rid of their inner demons.
Yes, I dare to think about it.
Only in this way can the next arrangements of the national team coaching staff be put to use one by one and play their greatest role.
At this time, Lao Gao finally stood up and walked onto the stage: "I don’t know when the next wave of Chinese football will encounter someone like you. I don’t know when the next time Chinese football will encounter someone of your level, Captain Wang. I don’t want to miss it either."
,So, I leave you with homework this year, go back and think about what you can do for this goal."
