The Chilean opened his arms and held Wang Ai in his arms with some difficulty: "Thank you, Wang, I know how much energy you have."
Wang Ai also said: "Thank you, Manuel, you could have forced me."
The Chilean wrinkled his face with laughter and shook his head: "Yes, I can, but I don't want you to scold me. I know how popular the memoirs of a man of Maradona's level will be after he retires."
Saying goodbye to the coach, Wang Ai walked some distance to find his car. After getting in the car and driving for a while, Liu Liang asked: "Do you want you to use your header more?"
Wang Ai shook his head: "Do you understand English?"
Liu Liang laughed: "I can understand basic conversations, especially football ones."
"Yes, he is under a lot of pressure." Wang Ai said relieved: "The World Cup club suffered a lot, and then the Asian Cup and the African Cup were thrown into the tank. Now he has to consider the situation in the final stage of the season, scratching his head.
"
Everyone responded with understanding, and only Liu Liang continued to ask: "Is he really afraid that you would write a memoir and scold him, so he didn't force it on you? The power of a superstar?"
Wang Ai chuckled: "That's just one of the super powers. In fact, he and I both understand that once he forces me to make me unhappy, I can either react to the club to check and balance his power, or I can find the media to criticize him.
He, he wants neither of these."
Speaking of this, Wang Ai explained seriously: "The influence of superstars is greater than any coach in football, even Ferguson, Mourinho, Wenger, Van Gaal, etc. Once the two sides break up,
, even if the super giant is not justified, the loser must be the coach. Because football is essentially a talent show that pleases ordinary people, and the club relies on the emotions of ordinary people to maintain profits, so the super giant is equal to ordinary people.
The love and hate of the club is equal to the club's purse. The coach is actually just the foreman, the monitor who organizes everyone to work. The direct income he creates is far lower than that of Super Giant. Of course, the indirect effects are difficult to calculate. But for the club, it is a very important factor.
The obvious choice.”
"It's just that, both of us will be uncomfortable. Of course he will be under pressure from the club, and I will also face the dissatisfaction of the coach. So, he is very smart to choose this method of communication, which is good for both of us. Even if the communication is not good,
Understand that we can also limit the contradiction to our level, and we can also make the contradiction softer."
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At this time, Zhao Dan, who was smiling and not interrupting, suddenly became interested: "It seems that coaching is a job that requires communication skills."
Wang Ai shrugged: "Foreman."
"What if it's Director Xu?"
"who?"
"Xu Genbao, if he faced a problem like yours, would he forcefully ask for it? Would he even beat and scold him?"
Wang Ai rubbed his forehead and smiled helplessly. Zhao Dan's question really hit him.
After thinking for a while, Wang Ai answered directly: "I think if Director Xu was in Pellegrini's position, he would also consider his way of handling it, or a similar way. The only truly rough coach in the Premier League is Ferguson, but
That's because he has been leading the team for many years and is deeply rooted in Manchester United. Unless he is too old to do it, no one can avoid him, similar to Wenger. Others do not have this qualification, so it is my master who comes.
He also has to be polite to me."
Speaking of this, Wang Ai had a smile of memories on his face: "Actually, you haven't caught up with things in the early years. At that time, Director Xu was very gentle when he was a young man in Tübingen. Except for occasionally getting angry with me in private.
Besides, I have never scolded anyone, let alone hit anyone."
"Then will he also discuss technical issues with you?" Liu Liang asked.
Wang Ai squinted: "Are you stupid? Was I super giant at that time?"
A car full of people chatting and laughing back to the door of their house. After getting out of the car, Wang Ai could not help but stretch his body in the face of the sunset. Leonie who came out said: "I remember when I was a kid, my dad would always come off work.
At this point, I said to my mother at the door of our shabby house, 'I'm back from work,' eh!"
Leonie smiled and said, "Want to tell me?"
Wang Ai put his hand on Leonie's shoulder: "This scene made me feel the beauty of life, the slowness and speed of time, as if I was suddenly separated from something."
Leonie turned around and walked slowly into the courtyard with her hands behind her back in Wang Ai's arms: "Just before you came back, I saw the red color outside the window in the kitchen, and suddenly I had this feeling. That was when you followed me in Dietford when I was a child.
I was running all over the village. There was a time when the weather was like this. In my impression, Jonas was still very cheerful at that time. He was running ahead while teasing the girls he met, and I followed behind stupidly. He was
I can't see his figure clearly, just his back facing the sunset. Heh, he's very majestic! He actually played the role of my father when I was a child."
Wang Ai's arms tightened: "Didn't he already apply for retirement? Has it been approved?"
"It should be okay." Leonie sneaked up to the door and stared at it greedily for a while: "So just now I felt that we were too involved during this period... How about taking a break tonight? Let's enjoy life?"
Wang Ailai was so happy that the guards walked into the house with eyes, and the two of them kissed in the red and charming sunset.
"Oh, I'm hungry!" Leonie fell into Wang Ai's arms, her face as red as the sunset.
"I don't want to go out today. I won't go out at night. I just keep the gym as an option. How about that?"
"Shopping with me?"
Wang Ai looked at the sky: "Okay."
Walking on the street after dinner, Leonie couldn't help but smile as she remembered something. When Wang Ai pressed her, she confessed: "Relationships are inseparable from companionship. When I think about them, I feel like they are taking advantage."
"Huang Xin, Wenjun, and Kang Sike are all coming, and it's time for you to return to China for a rotation." Wang Ai deliberately teased her.
"No, I won't go back!" Leonie screamed before realizing she was losing her temper: "Didn't you say I've had enough rotations?"
"It's agreed that before the Asian Cup, you will go back to China and rotate in light industry to make up for your loss."
"Then you won't need it anymore?"
"Um."
"I always feel like you lied to me, no, you even lied to yourself." Leonie said angrily: "What you said just now that you talked with the coach, I suddenly remembered that in fact you didn't lose interest in football because of repetition.
This is just the result of your continuous fatigue for one or two years. Do you really not want to play football when your skills cannot break through? Is playing football really only the pleasure of upgrading and not pure enjoyment?"
Seeing Wang Ai speechless, Leonie sneaked closer and bit Wang Ai: "I will bite you to death tonight."
