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Section 123 From Mueller to Mueller (3)

 Wang Ai did not expect that the "Kicker" reporter conducted an in-depth interview with him, not just yesterday's "great record", which aroused Wang Ai's talk, so that major sponsors including Adidas frequently

The call made him a little unhappy, and he blamed it all on Schlapner.

The reporter’s questions included the development of football, its foundation in East Asia, the pros and cons of the German league system, etc. Wang Ai could not help but be cautious. Fortunately, his agency was well prepared, and Jamie gave him the answer through a law firm in Tübingen.

Wang Ai has done many interview contracts, including the review of interview outlines in advance, review of manuscripts afterwards, etc.

Anyway, as long as Wang Ai can continue to maintain such a state on the court, there will be no need to worry about the media not taking the initiative to come to visit and compromise.

The interview lasted until ten o'clock in the morning in the backyard full of flowers. When the reporter wanted Wang Ai to talk about his family, Wang Ai smiled and refused to answer, even though his son Wang Sheng had already come to the backyard three times.

Fortunately, "Kicker" is a professional football magazine and doesn't care much about gossip. Of course, it's okay to have a star of Wang Ai's level. If you don't have one, don't force it.

The reporters returned home with a full load. Wang Ai bent down and picked up his son: "Why do you come here all the time?"

"Dad, I want to play football." Wang Sheng asked in a milky voice, which made Wang Ai feel dazed for a moment. Why did these words sound familiar?

"Your grandfather told you?"

"What?" Doubt flashed across Wang Sheng's face.

Wang Ai secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his father still knew how to save face for himself: "Why do you want to play football? Don't you love skateboarding?"

"But that uncle is not here."

Wang Ai thought for a while, and what his son said made sense! Use whoever is there. This is a typical realist idea!

"Okay, but you are too young and this football is too big for you." Wang Ai said distressedly.

"I have a little one!" Wang Sheng got down to the ground and ran back to the living room from the back door with his short legs. He would not be able to run a football as big as an orange: "This!"

Wang Ai picked it up and turned it over and looked at it: "Who bought it for you? Is there any filling after peeling it?"

"I took him out shopping a few days ago. There are some in the children's store. He must know a little bit anyway." Huang Xin walked out and said helplessly: "My father is the world's footballer and my mother is the owner of the club. It doesn't make sense at all.

Even if he inherits me, he still needs to understand, so you can just play with him."

"Okay." Wang Ai nodded in agreement and stood up: "Do you have any more? Get one for me too."

Huang Xin took one out and warned: "Be careful not to step on it. My son hugs it even when he sleeps."

Wang Ai unexpectedly took the football, looked at Huang Xin, and then at his son who was looking up at him expectantly. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "Did you teach him this?"

"No, but isn't there always a football on your bed?"

Wang Ai nodded, bent down and touched the top of his son's head: "Wang Sheng... come on!"

The child was still young, so Wang Ai kept a lot of words in his mouth for a few times and finally did not say them out. Like all fathers, he also hopes that his children can be safe and smooth, but life is balanced, and there is no sweetness without suffering. For a child, there is no sweetness.

Children who are born on the finishing line of their peers will have a hard time enduring hardship.

While performing ball games for his son and playing with him, Wang Ai had already begun to think about his son's education.

After lunch, I wanted to read a book in the afternoon. Unexpectedly, Schlapner rushed to Munich in a hurry: "Doctor, doctor, my great doctor, come and see, this is the call I received from the sponsor all morning.

, an event that you are temporarily invited to attend."

Wang Ai had no choice but to put down the textbook and take the folder that Schlapner brought. He took a look and saw that he didn't need to do anything else for this month. It happened that Leonie was fine, so he called her over and asked her to help.

During the review, I chatted with Schlapner: "Why are there so many suddenly?"

"There hasn't been any big news in football recently, and you haven't had any big news for a long time." Schlapner said with a smile: "Last season in Serie A, you broke your own single-season scoring record, but you didn't win the Champions League.

He didn’t win the top scorer either. Although you were among the top three players in the award ceremony a few months ago, the focus of attention was on Messi rather than you. This season, your playing time in Munich has been inconsistent, and you are the most concerned person in European football.

One is the European Cup qualifiers, and the other is the showdown between Cristiano Ronaldo and Messi. On the other hand, you haven't appeared in the headlines for a long time. So... sponsors have been waiting for a long time."

"That's it." Wang Ai nodded: "Okay, if I never show up, the sponsors will look down on me."

There are all kinds of event invitations, delete the unimportant ones, and then arrange them in descending order according to the size of the sponsors. For example, the top sponsors must support more, and the lower sponsors must also participate in at least one event. The rain will be shared, and the future will be determined.

Wang Ai will attend at least 16 public events in half a month.

The club has also arranged 5 events, including 3 business events and 2 charity events. All of them have been finalized and handed over to Li Jun. He and Schlappner will communicate with the organizers and arrange transportation and even food and accommodation.

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The next day, Wang Ai approached Heynckes to ask for leave after the club's afternoon training. Heynckes, who has always been known for his strict discipline in leading teams, agreed very generously this time: "I hope you can maintain your integrity every day even if you participate in activities."

Training, your self-training is very good, the team may ask you to play at any time due to changes in the situation. Your stability is very important to the team."

After coming out of Heynckes' office, Wang Ai was still wondering why it was so easy to take leave. When he went home and told his family, Leonie sneered: "Why? Isn't it because the team's midfield and frontcourt are too crowded?

Although Mario won’t say anything behind your back, it is still too luxurious to let a forward who averages almost one goal per game as a substitute. Joseph also has to consider the balance of the team.”

Wang Ai suddenly realized: "Yes, then Gomez will probably start the next Champions League game, and I won't even be allowed to start? By the way, what's the situation with the Champions League scorer list now?"

"Messi scored 12 goals." Leonie saw Wang Ai stunned and explained: "In the match between Barcelona and Leverkusen at the beginning of this month, Messi scored 5 goals."

Seeing Wang Ai's expression become solemn, Leonie stood up and patted Wang Ai on the shoulder like a man: "Not only in the Champions League, but now Messi has scored 34 goals in La Liga, which is 3 fewer than you. Moreover.

He is not number one yet, Cristiano Ronaldo is one more than him. Do you feel any pressure?"

"These two guys..." Wang Ai scratched his face: "How many leagues have I entered? 37 leagues, 13 Champions Leagues? One of these two guys wants to steal my European Golden Boot, and the other wants to steal my Champions League Golden Boot.

Damn it, they’re still here!”


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