Returned to Manchester for a day of rest, and the next day Wang Ai went to the club to take off his vacation and participate in targeted training before the game. Because tomorrow is the fourth round of the Premier League, and the opponent is Arsenal, who almost defeated Manchester City in the Community Shield.
Because Wang Ai came back too late, and his physical condition was very average after returning to China, he was not included in the squad. Wang Ai didn't care. After the training, he faced the sunset and walked towards the same blue jersey as him.
Lampard.
The two old friends reunited after many years, and the enthusiasm they had suppressed all afternoon suddenly burst out.
"Frank!"
"wiwi!"
The two hugged each other warmly and did not separate for a long time. The passionate scenes at Stamford Bridge that year passed before their eyes, as if it was yesterday. Lampard was in his prime at that time, and Wang Ai was emerging at that time, and they were together
Mourinho's leadership shaped the blue torrent that hit Europe.
Six years have passed, Lampard is already thirty-six years old, and Wang Ai has also gotten married and has children. The same people, different time, place, and team, which made the two people look at each other with emotion after letting go.
"Come to my house tonight and I'll treat you to dinner." Wang Ai extended the invitation.
"Okay." Lampard smiled.
"Is Christina here?"
"Back to London. What about you? Are you there?"
"In China, children are still young."
The two looked at each other and smiled, then went out to the parking lot. Lampard looked at Wang Ai's bulletproof Iveco: "I heard that you have been riding this car since you went to Italy? Didn't you change it?"
"It's generous and safe, so I haven't changed it." Wang Ai looked at Lampard's Land Rover: "It's very majestic, isn't it?"
"A bit old." Lampard looked up and down, opened the car door: "You lead the way, I will follow you."
Wang Ai said hello and got in the car, and then the car drove out of the parking lot and merged into the traffic flow of Manchester accompanied by the gatekeeper waving hello.
"Reincarnation Paradise"
Many people know Wang Ai's car. There are very few football stars who ride in vans, and with Wang Ai's popularity, this milky white RV is very famous in this generation. Some collectors have even contacted Wang Ai to ask for it.
Reserve.
When many fans find their cars, they will honk their horns or roll down their windows to wave and say hello. Usually the security driver will respond. Only rarely will Wang Ai notice and respond in person. In this way, it is a bustling scene all the way into the eastern suburbs of Manchester.
They dispersed the settlements, then turned a few corners, and slowly stopped in the distance where they could see the continuous hills to the east.
Under the illumination of the setting sun and street lights, a spacious single-family courtyard appeared in front of everyone. The wall lamps had been lit, emitting a bright light. Through the high walls, only the main three-story building could be seen.
Among the green trees, through the wrought iron gate, you can see the simple situation in the courtyard: it is not a traditional manor with fountains and sculptures, but a modern manor with large green areas.
Three cars stopped one after another. Wang Ai's leading car, Qian Ziqiang, got out of the car and opened the door. Wang Ai waited for Lampard to park the car and invited him to come in: "The more people in the family, the bigger the house will be.
"
Lampard looked up and down as he walked: "It's as big as Cobham's."
Then he looked at the orderly and silent guards who only smiled at him when he looked over and made no unnecessary moves. He was a little envious and a little emotional: "With your current influence, I can't live without bodyguards."
"Yes!" Wang Ai sighed and put his arm around Lampard's shoulders: "Without them, I wouldn't be able to have a quiet meal with you."
Lampard also put his arm around Wang Ai's shoulders and walked in with a smile: "Is the swimming pool in the backyard? Or is it open-air?"
"Well, there's not that much space indoors. It's just a pity that it can't be used in winter. Have you bought a house in Manchester?"
"No, it's rented."
Just as she said this, Leonie came out of the room and stood at the door with a smile on her face: "Hi, Frank!"
Lampard had a very weak impression of Leonie. After all, Wang Ai was accompanied by Xu Qinglian and Kang Si when he was in London. Leonie only went there occasionally. However, because Wang Ai was frequently in the news, Leonie also
She is often in the same frame with him, so Lampard knows that she is Wang Ai's person.
Moreover, it was Leonie who agreed with his current girlfriend Cristina to invite him to dinner, and Cristina did not hide it from him as Leonie asked, so Lampard had some anticipation of Leonie's existence.
"Hello." Lampard greeted with a smile.
"Please come in, dinner will take a while." Leonie didn't care to invite the guests into the house.
After Lampard entered the room, he handed the children's gifts to Leonie who expressed his thanks.
"Can I treat you to Italian food today?" Wang Ai asked Lampard as he sat in the living room.
"Did you go to Italy to learn it? Remember when you were at Cobham, you always invited me to Chinese food?" Lampard asked with interest.
"Yes, I went to Italy for three and a half years and learned a lot of dishes. How about you, are you still immersed in the dark cuisine of England?"
Lampard laughed loudly, this was something he and the two often complained about when they had Chinese food at Wang Ai's house.
While chatting and laughing, dinner was ready, and Wang Ai invited Lampard to the restaurant for dinner. Since there were guests today, the guards each took their dinner plates and went to their bedrooms or outside to eat. Lampard didn't know about it either, so he thought
This is normal. The living room has also been slightly decorated, leaving a spacious space and a simple dining table.
Fried steak, wine, broth, salad, bread, stewed seabass... Since it was a private dinner, I didn't do anything about the first and second courses. Once they were ready, they were all served. Wang Ai, Lampard, plus Lei
Oni accompanied me, and the three of them ate and chatted in the dimly lit restaurant.
"Is it OK to win the Golden Globe Award at the end of this year?" Lampard put down his glass with a blushing face after eating a third of it.
"Probably." Wang Ai happily picked up a meatball with a fork and put it in his mouth: "You know, I don't dare to say it until the end."
Lampard shook his head, took the bottle and filled it himself: "Come on, I wish my friend will win the Ballon d'Or again!"
The three of them toasted together, laughed and drank to each other.
"If I remember correctly, this is your fifth time, right?" Putting down the glass, Lampard's breath was a little thick: "It's amazing. The previous three times were your fifth time. Last year, it was your fourth time.
I heard people say that you won’t be able to compete any more, but I wasn’t convinced at the time, because in the World Cup, as long as your performance continues your usual form, and your ranking is higher than those two, there’s no way you can escape.”
"My former teammates, my forever friends, and now the teammates I reunited with in a surprise." Lampard was a little drunk and looked at Wang Ai: "I'm proud of you! Of all the teammates in my entire career, you are the best
the greatest."
Wang Ai raised his glass again and drank it with Lampard.
