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Section 467? Advance in artillery fire (7)

 This was the first time that Wang Ai, on behalf of Gao Jiajun, showed their ambitions to the outside world, which shocked the well-informed Xinhua News Agency reporter for a while. The rather elegant reporter in his thirties looked at Wang Ai and subconsciously

He pushed up his glasses: "Champion? Hercules Cup? You guys?"

"Yes." Wang Ai nodded calmly and asked: "Why can we only watch others touch and touch the trophy that belongs to the whole world over and over again?"

"Oh, that's not what I meant." Tasting the intensity hidden in Wang Ai's tone, the reporter quickly explained: "I mean, it's so unexpected. This goal is so unexpected."

"Yes, but we should think of it." Wang Ai said stiffly: "We have been working on it for some time."

The reporter took a deep breath and slowly calmed down: "I admit that the Chinese men's football team has indeed undergone earth-shaking changes in the past ten years, and the speed of progress has surprised many people. But frankly speaking, it is far from the goal you proposed.

, people's psychological expectations are still some way off. After all, the best result in Asia is South Korea's semi-finals in 2002. No one has achieved anything higher. And generally people believe that Japanese football is better than Chinese football.

Developed, the mechanism is more complete. Before Japan has not achieved it, people will not think that we can achieve it in advance."

Speaking of this, the reporter specially emphasized: "This is not belittlement, this is a very realistic observation."

Wang Ai nodded: "You, the media and the people, have your observations, and we have ours. The best generation in Chinese football is our 85 National Youth Team. We won the last World Cup after just trying our skills for the first time.

In the quarterfinals, we will be more mature next year and should hit higher goals."

The reporter thought for a while and couldn't help but nod: "What are the difficulties? How likely is it to be realized?"

Wang Ai shook his head: "There are many difficulties. To put it simply, it is how we adapt to this goal. To win the World Cup, we need to play seven games. How to allocate physical strength is something we have never experienced in the past. Will it be too slow to start and lead to elimination midway?

Think about it. It is unknown what kind of strategies our opponents will launch against us. It is also difficult to say whether our group of people will maintain a good state by then. This is all difficult. As for the possibility of realization, I cannot be very precise.

It is estimated that we can only say that we will try our best and our entire work arrangement is centered around this goal."

The reporter was silent for a long time, seemingly still digesting this incredible news.

"Are you talking to me here as a friend or as the captain of the national team?"

"Both." Wang Ai smiled: "The latter is the main one."

The reporter nodded knowingly and let out a sigh of relief: "It seems that you are really planning to burn the boat. Have you thought about the consequences if it doesn't come true?"

"Otherwise, we feel that we are not powerful enough. Although we should have enough confidence when we analyze and review ourselves on paper, we still feel that it is not enough."

What Wang Ai said was a bit abstract. The reporter took a moment to understand it: "Then, what happens after it is achieved? Have you thought about how to celebrate? Have you thought about how to deal with the unprecedented praise and welcome? All over the country, all over Asia?"

Wang Ai laughed: "I haven't thought about it in detail. If it can really be realized, I'm afraid it won't count if we say it. It depends on the arrangements of our superiors. In short, for our group of people, we have received everything we deserve.

We have everything we have, so we, oh, me and my teammates, as well as the senior coaches, have no interest in thinking about that."

"You are very noble."

"Hehe, I can't talk about it. It's mainly because I'm used to some things. For us, the simple joy of winning the championship and the process of hard work may make us more excited and give us a sense of accomplishment and gain."

"You are only fourth in the Confederations Cup. There is still a gap between this result and your planned goal."

"Yes, but in our view, the Confederations Cup is a warm-up match for the World Cup. In fact, its positioning is also the same. It's just that we have never won the championship, so we are particularly eager, which invisibly distorts the nature of this game. That's it.

Like many warm-up matches, our media and fans are more concerned about the outcome than our progress."

"As far as I know, the World Cup group draw ceremony will be in a few days?"

Wang Ai nodded: "Yes, the day before the national derby."

"What are the expectations? Who is more advantageous to be in a group with?"

"I don't know, I can't tell. What will happen in half a year? It's too early to say which group is more advantageous now. Besides..." At this point, Wang Ai puffed up his chest: "Our goal is to win the championship. We should

There is also a reason not to be nervous in the group stage like before and play every game like a final, otherwise we are destined not to go far."

The reporter was stunned for a moment, and then said with a self-deprecating smile: "It seems that my thinking has indeed not changed. Let me ask you one last question, do you really plan to let me publish this answer? I always feel that he will be beaten under such pressure.

A little more."

Wang Ai nodded solemnly: "In fact, we have already had the idea of ​​announcing it to the outside world, but we just didn't find a suitable opportunity. As for the pressure, we can't care about it."

"It sounds like you are in a hurry? Why? There are more than 200 countries and regions in the world, but less than ten countries have won the World Cup. Many countries have worked hard for hundreds of years and still have nothing."

"For a country, a hundred years is just a blink of an eye, but for us football players, ten years is a lifetime. The country can not be anxious, but we cannot be anxious. The country has national goals, and we also have our pursuits. In short,

Give it a try and give it a try." Wang Ai made a gesture: "What else can I pursue? For people like us, what else can we pursue besides this? If you don't try, you will die.

Not pleasing to the eye."

"Okay." The reporter smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Wang Ai also smiled: "Let's go downstairs to eat. Don't you want to visit the base? After eating in a while, I invite you to go to the base to play football. As long as you don't bring a camera, you can do whatever you want. I'll cover you."

With you."

After resting for a while after the meal, Wang Ai actually took this reporter into the base. He also found the reporter a pair of sneakers and a team uniform without a number, and let him play for a while. After the team training,

Wang Ai came over specially to play with him for a while.

In the evening, the satisfied reporter said goodbye to Wang Ai. A few hours later, the news that the Chinese national team would win the World Cup next year exploded in the Chinese online community.

Almost instantly, the comments about Wang Ai losing the Golden Globe Awards were wiped out.


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