On May 22, Wang Ai’s last league game in Italy came. For the sake of warm-up and maintaining his personal image, Wang Ai played as the main player as usual. His opponent Catania is currently ranked 14th in the league and has already broken away.
We are in the relegation zone, so there is no pressure.
So the two sides showed some professionalism to the fans. Catania tried its best to resist, and also played a lot of wonderful cooperation. They also scored two goals on Julio, and Inter Milan also had wonderful things this summer.
We don't have any major events, so the stars are not afraid of getting injured. Anyway, there is not much hostility between the two sides, and it is more like an exhibition match.
So the final score became 5:2. When Wang Ai saw that his teammates were all being lazy, he stopped himself. He assisted Eto'o in the first half and even went out of his way to grab a point in front of Zanetti's goal.
He stayed away from the goal area and was pulled outside, which was regarded as providing support to the captain. It was not until the second half that the enthusiasm of his teammates faded a little, and Wang Ai became more enthusiastic. In the 73rd minute of the game, faced with the interception of two central defenders, he once again performed
In the showdown with Real Madrid, facing Pepe and Ramos' "double penetration" technique, it was a more agile and wider-span "cycling" targeting two defenders at the same time. The Catania defender was originally
He didn't have much fighting spirit, and his strength was far behind, so Wang Ai easily broke through from the front and got a single shot, and succeeded with a push shot from a far corner.
Then in the 89th minute of the game, facing Sneijder's outside cross, he passed the ball to himself in front of Catania's loose goal, then turned around and volleyed, completing his second goal of the game quite gracefully.
goals.
When the final whistle blew, Wang Ai relaxed from his opponent and looked at the jubilant Meazza, feeling filled with emotion in his heart. This was his last league game in Inter Milan. Although there was another Italian Cup final, the final
The location is Rome. The time that Wang Ai stepped on the Meazza turf was counted in minutes and seconds.
I still remember that when I first came here, coach Mancini brought me here, and I once went to the stands to experience the vicissitudes of this legendary stadium. But now, more than two years have passed, and the sound has sounded countless times here.
My name is just like this moment.
A Catania player came over and interrupted Wang Ai's contemplation. He pointed to Wang Ai's jersey a little shyly. Wang Ai smiled and spread his arms. He looked as strong as an Italian human sculpture through his white underwear.
Muscle groups appeared in each other's eyes, in the camera lens and even in the eyes of many people. After receiving Wang Ai's wet No. 10 Inter Milan jersey, the two sides hugged gently.
Wang Ai took the opponent's jersey and walked slowly toward the sidelines. Behind him came the opponent's excited shouts and the cheers of the opponent's teammates.
Wang Ai smiled and immediately felt relieved. From Riazor to Stamford Bridge to Meazza, and then to the Allianz Stadium and more. No matter how unforgettable it is, it is time to enter the memory.
He stepped lightly off the turf and waved to the countless eyes that were still looking at him in all directions. Wang Ai didn't dare to look more. He had already seen tears in the eyes of several fans nearby. They had no definite idea yet.
The news, however, could be hidden from whom? They did not blame Wang Ai, but were reluctant to leave, which made it difficult for Wang Ai to face such infatuated efforts to stay.
Even if this kind of retention can easily turn into anger when the players perform poorly, at this moment, it is still sincere, deep and touching.
However, Wang Ai's idea of quickly entering the player channel did not come true. Milan TV reporters who were allowed to interview the players on the sidelines approached with cameras. They had already interviewed other teammates who scored goals, but Wang Ai was slightly delayed on the court.
It lasted a few minutes, so I couldn't run away in the chaos.
"Dear King, what are your limits?"
"What?" Wang Ai blinked, not understanding.
"I mean... do you still remember the goal you scored against AC Milan at the beginning of last month?"
"Remember, we played 2:2 with our opponent in that game. It's a pity that we couldn't close the distance in terms of points."
The reporter was silent for a rare moment. Looking at Wang Ai's regretful face, he suddenly said excitedly and loudly: "But do you know, you broke the historical record with that goal! Inter Milan's historical total goal record, you
This is the 208th goal you have scored on behalf of Inter Milan, surpassing Altobelli, the top scorer in history in the 1970s! You were third in history last season, and this season you have surpassed Bo who was originally second.
Ninsenia and Altobelli, they both used it for more than ten years, but you only used it for two and a half years!"
Wang Ai was confused by this series of rhetorical questions. When the eyes of the female reporter in front of him shone with excitement, she stammered and asked: "Well, how many people do I have now?"
"Counting the two in this game, it's 229!" The female reporter subconsciously stepped forward, grabbed Wang Ai's arm and shook it: "Don't you know all of this?"
Wang Ai, who was covered in sweat, was shaken by the reporter. The sweat beads even hit the camera that was very close to him. Wang Ai subconsciously wanted to wipe it with his jersey, but the frightened cameraman quickly waved his hand and took two steps back.
, Wang Aicai faced the reporter and said: "Uh, sorry, I, I, I am about to graduate from the Agricultural College of the University of Milan. You know I have always studied liberal arts before, but this time it is science, which is very difficult, so...
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"Are you saying that you were busy with your graduation thesis so you didn't notice? Didn't you notice that you made history? Then no one reminded you?"
"I think..." Wang Ai finally returned to normal: "At that time, we had to catch up with the opponent's points, and everyone was only concerned about the outcome. And then there were two Champions League semi-finals with Real Madrid, and everyone really didn't have the energy to pay attention.
something else."
"Besides, those things are only meaningful when you have free time. For players who are in intensive competition, the only thing that is meaningful is victory after game." Wang Ai smiled when he said this: "Just like us now
, all we are thinking about is the Rome Olympic Stadium in a few days. Let others talk about historical things, and we are only concerned about the present."
With that said, Wang Ai nodded friendly to the reporter who was still stunned, bypassing the reporter and walking towards the player tunnel.
"Are you leaving? Wang!" the reporter asked loudly, chasing after him two steps behind.
"Yeah, the game is over, I'm going home to rest." Wang Ai said pretending to be relaxed.
"You know that's not what I'm asking." The female reporter calmed down and asked: "Do you have anything to say about the city of Milan? Before you return to China in the summer? Do you have any words of farewell?
"
At this time, countless eyes were staring at Wang Ai's face through the camera. Wang Ai faced the camera with a complicated and sincere expression: "Milan is a city that often appears in my dreams. I have infinite love for it, just like
