A few years ago, when Wang Ai went to Russia with the team for a Champions League match, he received special care from local fans. They were just insults to others, but racial discrimination to him. He also treated Russian football hooligans, mafia, and bald heads who are unique to Eastern nations.
Discrimination by extremist organizations such as the Communist Party and neo-Nazis.
That incident left a deep impression on Wang Ai and his family. The Russian people were completely different from the official attitude towards China. In fact, the Russian official attitude was also different from what the Chinese official propaganda said. Calmness, reason, hatred, contempt, fear, all the emotions were gentle.
Together, there is no sense of closeness.
Before participating in the Confederations Cup this summer, Wang Ai told the coaching staff about this past incident, but Tang didn't care because the foreign affairs department had told them that the Russian official would control it. As expected, nothing too extreme happened. Individual fans
It's always unavoidable.
The news that Leonie brought back today, and which Wang Ai shared during the group dinner, gave everyone a sense of a great change.
Huang Xin reached out and hit Wang Ai: "What are you talking about?"
Since her second pregnancy, Huang Xin seems to have unlocked some kind of genetic lock. During these days, she has become accustomed to punching and kicking Wang Ai. Wang Ai is thick-skinned and doesn't care. He smiled after being hit and said: "Okay, okay, I
Don't say it anymore. Misfortune comes from your mouth. From now on, you will say it instead and you will speak for me."
"The more you talk, the more you get lost." Huang Xin rolled her eyes at Wang Ai and picked up a glass of kvass: "Lion, welcome home. Thank you for your hard work after traveling for a month."
Leonie quickly swallowed the food in her mouth and raised her glass with a smile: "Let's welcome me and my team home together."
There was a sound of "welcome" and "hard work" in the restaurant.
Wang Ai looked at everyone and secretly thought about it. It was probably because Leonie was the most cheerful and could play with her the best, so the guards had the least pressure when facing her, and they loved to join in her fun. To others, they just
A little more reserved.
After the meal, several people came to the big tree in the backyard and sat directly on the lawn with colorful fallen leaves under the setting sun to share what they had learned this month. At work, Leonie had already submitted a research report. Wang Ai and Huang Xin
, Kangsi and two of her family members have seen it, and are now talking about all kinds of anecdotes. As a cross-border e-commerce company with tentacles all over Europe and saving countless old brands, it is very sensitive to changes in the private sector. After all, the wind started in
The end of Qingping.
The conversation didn't end until it got dark and Anna turned on the lights in the backyard.
"Do you swim?" Kangsi pointed to the pool.
Wang Ai, who was going to change clothes, was stunned: "What?"
"The lions have been running around for a month, so they probably want to get into the water, right?"
"Oh." Wang Ai stopped: "Okay, I'll go upstairs to rest while you play."
As soon as he arrived in the study and sat down, the sound of female fairies playing in the water came from downstairs. Wang Ai was distracted for a while. Should he build another swimming pool? He was a bit busy. Wang Ai and his family can play whatever they want.
, but others are not a family, and it is easy for problems to arise when men and women swim together.
More than an hour later, Wang Ai put down his book, stood up, changed his equipment, called four security guards, and two assistants accompanied him to the Real Madrid Sports Center for night training.
Wang Ai’s three-stage running training method is no longer a secret. Real Madrid youth training has come to observe many times, but Wang Ai refused to share his experience, claiming that this training method was not formal and was afraid of delaying the normal growth of others. So over time, there was no
People saw it, but of course Wang Ai, who was practicing secretly in private, didn't know and didn't care.
After running wildly on the lawn for an hour, Wang Ai began to practice his ball sense, balance, and shooting. After the whole set, his jersey was already soaked, and the entire Real Madrid Sports Center became quiet.
"Let's go home." Wang Ai waved his hand and rejected the thermos cup in Marissa's hand and got into the car: "I'm already hungry. I need to eat something when I get home. It seems like this seafood is not enough for me."
Zhang Guang, the co-pilot, turned around and said, "It's mainly corn. There's a lot of corn today, and I'm a little hungry now."
"That's good, let's go home and eat together." Wang Ai looked at the others: "What about you? There are so many people, let's make a big deal!"
Some people said they were hungry, some said they were not hungry, and in the midst of the excitement, Marissa's phone rang. She lowered her head and looked at it, her color changed, and she held the phone to Wang Ai. A message appeared on a social networking site: "I am the only one."
Friends in the football circle told me that Captain W already has several children."
Wang Ai frowned, then smiled with relief: "I knew it would be like this. This is a tentative offensive. It depends on our performance, and then it will be leaked little by little. It's not a big deal, you show it to Zhao Dan."
Zhao Dan and Qian Ziqiang read it respectively. Wang Ai nodded to them: "Since it is published in a foreign language, let's accept interviews with foreign media. It just so happens that I am coming back this week. With so many things happening this summer, my old friend Martin
We are all in a hurry to move in, so we might as well put in more ingredients."
When Huang Xin heard about Wang Ai's decision when she got home, she joked: "You have a career, you have a family, you have struggle, you have achievements, eh, what about an artistic life?"
Seeing Wang Ai laughing and running towards the kitchen, Huang Xin asked from behind: "With so much information, why don't you take care of the domestic media? You are either training, competing or recuperating, but you have never been interviewed."
Wang Ai raised his head and thought for a while: "You guys can discuss it, I'll listen."
By the time Wang Ai came out with a plate of warm bread, milk, and beef stew, the women had already discussed it: "We feel that we still cannot leave behind the domestic media. You have accepted fewer and fewer interviews in recent years, but you
Your grades are getting better and better. This time you just don’t accept the interview. If you do, you won’t bring the domestic media with you. Maybe the press will have some ideas.”
Wang Ai was chewing bread and listening, and Leonie took over the conversation: "So, is it still Xinhua News Agency and Sports Channel?"
"OK."
"The location is at home?"
"OK."
"Joint interview? Let the three parties meet and submit an interview outline first?"
"OK."
Leonie looked at Kangsi: "You will handle it? A regular assistant?"
Kang Si smiled and took over the task, and then talked about some light things, including the football news they collected, letting Wang Ai know that Messi has scored 5 goals, and that he and Ronaldo,
Messi has been shortlisted for this year's Golden Football Award.
Wang Ai was more serious about the news about Messi. He didn't know if the little flea wanted to stir up trouble again. Wang Ai curled his lips when it came to the news about the Golden Football Award. The veteran Golden Globe Award is destined not to be as influential and fair as the two awards.
, global fan voting is too easily influenced, and one vote a year is far from enough for the current star-studded football world...
Of course, the more important thing is that Wang Ai strongly despises anything that implies that he is old!
