When everyone’s bus returned to the hotel, many Chinese reporters were already waiting here, as well as a large number of Chinese fans. Every member of the national team who appeared at the door of the car would receive flashlights and cheers. It was as cheerful as a festival.
At the entrance of the hotel, everyone, led by Wang Ai, first bowed to the reporters in front, and then bowed to the fans behind them.
Then he walked to the hotel entrance to be interviewed by reporters. Important figures such as Wang Ai, Lao Bai, etc. were naturally the targets of the siege. After the substitute players were briefly interviewed for a few words, they turned back to interact with the fans when they saw that nothing happened.
Wang Ai has long said: No matter when and where, reporters and fans must not be left out. Even if you really don’t have time, you should try your best to give people a smile.
Ten minutes later, the enthusiasm of reporters and fans remained undiminished. Yan Shiduo had no choice but to stand up and promise to hold a special press conference when he returned to Beijing before letting the reporters go.
In the hotel lobby, there are also central-level media such as CCTV, Xinhua News Agency, People's Daily, People's Liberation Army Daily, and China Sports News waiting. However, these media do not need to compete with outside media. They have already cooperated with the Chinese Football Association and the national team delegation.
We have reached a consensus that after returning to Beijing, we will write articles or accept special interviews on all aspects of this World Cup, mainly those aspects that are of interest to these media.
Now they are waiting in the hall, nothing more than using their cameras to capture every precious shot and preserve as much video data as possible for this epic World Cup journey.
In the lobby of the hotel, Wang Ai and others were put into various poses at the request of these reporters, either individually, several people, or collectively. Of course, the Hercules Cup was also taken out again by Zhang Jilong with great care. Another time passed.
It took twenty minutes for the reporters' appetites to be satiated.
Everyone returned to their own floors to put down their luggage, put their dirty clothes in the automatic washing machine, and then came out in twos and threes to the banquet hall. Today was a small internal celebration banquet for the national team and the last supper in South Africa.
This is the longest schedule ever for the Chinese team to participate in the World Cup. From the first match against Spain on June 16 to the last match against Spain on July 11, it lasted 26 days. Even Wang Ai, who has been eating nutritious meals for more than ten years,
He also felt that there was no taste in his mouth. When he was in Milan, he could occasionally improve by eating some fatty food, but he hasn't eaten any these days.
So for this last meal, Yan Shiduo also let go and emptied out the refrigerated truck that had been with the national team for 26 days. He ate whatever he had. If he couldn't eat, he packed it up and continued eating it tomorrow. It was cooked by chefs from the embassy and Chinese-funded enterprises.
Next, the delicacies are arranged in cups and plates.
There are 23 national team members, 6 coaching staff, 4 team leaders, 3 team medical staff, 1 translator, 2 internal defenders, more than 70 family members, plus Duan Xuan, He Wei and other reporters who have worked together for many years and have deep mutual trust.
, Ma Mingyu, Su Maozhen, Li Ming and other football seniors who came to South Africa as guests, more than a hundred people filled the banquet hall, and everyone sat with their families, eating and chatting.
The family members are okay and can eat honestly, but the players have nothing to do. One moment you toast me, another moment I toast you, one moment you drink Lao Gao together, the next moment you grab Fan Zhiyifei and let him do it, and the next moment you catch him.
When they arrived at Laoma, they were drinking and chatting. After a while, they caught He Wei and Duan Xuan and pushed the cups to change cups. Anyway, no one ran away except Yan Shiduo. And Yan Shiduo only escaped this incident because he took out his medical records to scare everyone.
Only then did people remember that although this national team had great achievements, it also had a "notorious reputation". If it really caused trouble, no one would be around. Even the photographer Chen Yang didn't run away, and asked his teammates Bai Guanghai and Luo Tongliang to pinch their necks and go inside.
Guan, it’s only because Ma Dong cleverly hid in the kitchen that he didn’t drink much.
Finally, the family members felt that they were almost done, and they stood up one after another to thank the leaders, coaches, and captains. But when these big men were preparing to join the war, Lao Gao had already run away, and Yan Shiduo had long disappeared. Wang Aiguo
After a while: I’m the only one left?
No choice, drink it!
When it comes to drinking, Wang Ai is just like his white kneepads. He has always been pretending, hiding his secrets, and playing tricks! Everyone knows it anyway! Come to think of it, any international player drinking twenty bottles of beer is just like playing.
You, who have trained the most and are in the best health, drink two bottles and that’s enough. Who would believe it? Unless you are allergic!
Forget it in normal times, the fate of his son is in the hands of this little boss. No matter how respectful Wang Ai is, his family members must be careful to accompany him. But tonight, even the coach has convinced him, are he still afraid of you?
As the saying goes, a thousand cups are too little when drinking with a close friend. It is really not easy to get drunk when drinking with a close friend. Wang Ai also let go and was in a good mood, so he patted the table and shouted, "Drink!"
I heard in a daze that Zhang Jilong, the team leader, had opened more than ten rooms today so that family members could stay overnight. So Wang Ai opened his drunken eyes to look for someone. Huang Xin pursed her lips and shook her head, but she was afraid that Wang Ai would be unhappy and secretly pointed out
He corrected Ai Xiaoqing who was chatting with Lao Bai’s parents.
Wang Ai could only sigh secretly. Ever since Huang Xinhuai had difficulty moving, Wang Ai had hardly been around to take care of him. He had been busy preparing for war. On this night when he got what he wanted, on this night when he could almost do "any evil"
, Wang Ai really wanted to hold her and the child in her belly for a while.
Go home!
After the banquet was finally over and Huang Xin followed Ai Xiaoqing back to their hotel accompanied by the guards, Wang Ai took the key card that someone gave him and found his new room according to the house number.
The room was dark and the lights were blurry. A beam of light shone into the room through the half-drawn curtains and fell on the profile of Leonie who was leaning against the wardrobe. The lines were so soft, the figure was so graceful, and the smell was so
Intoxicating.
"Looking at the door." Wang Ai put a hand on the wardrobe beside Leoni's head, and lowered his head with a smile: "The clouds are like clothes, flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold, and the dew is rich. If we hadn't met at the top of Qunyu Mountain, we would have gone to Yaotai
We meet under the moon."
Leonie pursed her lips and smiled. After listening to the ancient poem recited by Wang Ai, she opened her arms and held Wang Ai's face and stared at it for a long time: "...fuck me."
Wang Ai tilted his head to hide from Leonie's mouth, laughing and dancing: "Is there nothing else to do but do it?"
Leonie bit her lower lip. Although she loved Chinese culture, she didn't want to read poetry at this moment. She felt that no poem could express her mood at the moment. That young boy on a summer afternoon in Tubingen who could never be forgotten.
The boy who opened the door and took her into the room, the boy who made her authentic Chinese food, the boy who was interested in her body but always in control... That boy was the boy in front of him who had just led the Chinese team to an incredible win.
