Neither Wang Ai nor Zidane will teach the true secrets of personal skills to others unless the other person is their own son. So far, Wang Ai's stone ball has not been taught to anyone, not even the 84th National Young Master with him.
Teammates who have been together for so many years. Similarly, Zidane’s son is the best at the Marseille slalom. Even if others learn it, they cannot imitate it.
What Wang Ai taught his national team teammates, such as Gao Lin, was just his training methods. Similarly, what Zidane taught the Castilla players was his training methods and training experience, which did not include the secrets of unique techniques. In the past,
At a very large level, a team does not need two people who are good at stone ball or Marseille slalom. At a very small level, why should the technology developed by oneself be disclosed to others for free?
Just because football technology is not patented does not mean it is not intellectual property.
Zidane had already understood Wang Ai's subtext and understood that Wang Ai knew his purpose, but due to the situation he couldn't let the team members know, so he put his arm around Wang Ai's shoulders and leaned aside to explain his avant-garde experience, which was a way to consolidate the two of them.
friendly relations and lay a small foundation for broader cooperation in the next step.
Wang Ai was flipping through a small book in his heart, but his face was still calm. After listening to Zidane's words for five minutes, he hurriedly finished his explanation, with a look of "Oh, that's it" and didn't care.
, then returned to the training ground and conducted some actual attack drills for the young players, including Zidane's son.
"Anyway, they haven't watched much of my games, and they have already simulated and even studied my attacking moves." It was time to have dinner with Xiaomei in the evening, and Wang Ai unsurprisingly took the initiative to explain that he was at the training ground today.
This is an interesting scene.
"You won't be noticed by an old guy like him, right?" Xiaomei was a little nervous.
"What?" Wang Ai slurred with the sea cucumber pieces in his mouth.
"What's the technical secret? I don't believe he doesn't want his son to become the second you."
"Oh." Wang Ai swallowed the food in his mouth: "I thought you said he saw that I knew he was going to be the head coach."
"Ah? It's him?" Xiaomei was surprised.
"Well, it should be him." Wang Ai sighed and took out his phone and handed it to Xiaomei.
Xiaomei hurriedly put down her tachyon and picked it up. When she took a look, it turned out to be a text message from Real Madrid chairman Florentino: "I heard that you arrived at the training ground early in the afternoon again? You went to play with the children of the youth team again? It feels like
How about Zidane?"
Then Xiaomei flicked her finger, and Wang Ai's reply appeared on the screen: "Personal and charming."
Xiaomei looked at it several times and raised her head and said, "Why don't you explain why you came to the training ground early in the afternoon?"
Wang Ai shrugged: "I don't want to excuse my not participating in training in the morning. This has been agreed a long time ago. I don't want to leave any room for the club to test whether I will participate in training in the morning."
"Is this a super privilege?" Xiaomei tilted her head.
"Yes, I insist. This is one of the few super privileges and super logos I have. As long as I can still perform well on the field, I will stick to it."
Xiaomei shook her head and looked at her phone again: "I think you won't change even if you are about to retire... You answered these two sentences very well. How do you think others will answer?"
"Who knows?" Wang Ai continued to eat: "But from what I understand, their language will be much more straightforward, but they will never speak to the chairman with the same attitude they usually have in the media. If you watch it, you will find
Their flattering side, hehe."
Xiaomei put down her phone: "How many coaches have you gone through? Maybe it's a Guinness record."
Wang Ai babbled while eating: "It doesn't seem like there are too many, right? Mr. Jimbos, Yinrueta, Mourinho, Mancini, Benitez, Heynckes, Pellegri
Ni, look, there are only seven."
"Your club has also made seven changes, and are you still planning to change?"
"No one has a thousand days, well, it won't be beautiful as time goes by, so you have to change places and start over. People, people, and clubs are all the same." Speaking of this, Wang Ai shook his head and sighed: "Actually, at the beginning, I was still
I have a sense of loyalty. If Mr. Roman hadn't been so determined to defend Shevchenko and given me a corresponding status, I would have stayed at Chelsea for another two or three years. Mourinho's dismissal only destroyed me.
It’s just my last nostalgia for Chelsea.”
Speaking of this, Wang Ai sighed with memories, hurriedly took the last few bites of rice and put down Kuaizi: "In fact, my wandering life is... it goes against human nature."
"What should I say?" Xiaomei continued to eat slowly and looked at Wang Ai with bright eyes.
"People are all inert. After being in a club for a long time, they are familiar with everywhere and everyone. In the process of running in between individuals and the club, they partially transform the club and more of themselves, and eventually it becomes a mutually comfortable environment.
, it’s easy to get stuck in this way. How difficult is it to leave all this and face strangers?” Wang Ai picked up the juice and drank it: “If Mr. Roman took me as the center at Chelsea, in fact I was the youngest at the time and had great potential for growth.
The most important thing is that it should be centered on me. If they had done this at that time, then I would have fallen into it. After all, everything about the team revolved around me, and the salary and benefits were not bad at all. Why should I leave this country and run away?
What about breaking new ground? This is something that no amount of salary from Inter Milan can buy me. At least I was facing uncertainty at that time. You have to know that I won five crowns at Chelsea, and I achieved the highest in my career.
The rest should be comfortable, right?"
"If that's true, then I have to thank Mr. Roman for being blind. If he hadn't driven you away in the end, you wouldn't have been able to show such strong adaptability." Xiaomei smiled and said, "Maybe it won't be enough.
You have reached such a high professional level, right? It is precisely the challenges brought by new clubs, new systems, new coaches, and new teammates that force you to continuously improve your personal abilities, and finally succeed with the cause and effect of not getting involved.
Integrate into one team after another and win one championship after another?”
"Really?" Wang Ai said with emotion: "Actually, Mr. Roman can't say anything bad about me, but his political speculation is so strong that I have lost confidence in him. In other respects, we are still friends. By the way,
My family helped introduce him to buying a house in BJ, and he helped me buy a helicopter in Russia. Our relationship is still good outside of football. In fact, even when I think about it now, I miss my days at Chelsea.
"Unlike in Depor, where Depor was too poor and my life was not that good, at Chelsea I really earned a high salary. I didn't have to worry about anything in the countryside of Cobham every day. It was just training."
[To be honest, I have been reading books recently to catch up on updates, switch sources, read aloud with many sounds, and it is available on both Android and Apple.]
"And..." Xiaomei suddenly stopped.
"And my Bai Yueguang." Wang Ai answered with a smile.
