The grand stadium, the three-story stands were full of people.
When Wang Ai slowly stepped onto the lawn with the trophy in hand, there was a roar.
Andy Lau and Aaron Kwok, who were standing near the players' tunnel, watched Wang Ai's back gradually disappear and gradually merged into the focus of the world's attention. A strange thought arose in their hearts: Should we also play football back then?
Wang Ai has stepped into the spotlight of the world's attention time and time again, and seems to have gradually acquired the aura of the king of the world. They will remain at the center of the Chinese literary and art circle, with no chance of advancement.
"Not everyone is here to celebrate him winning the award. The vast majority of fans still want to watch this game. Real Madrid has not been playing well recently." The little beauty who was traveling with him explained to the two guests.
"I have been in Madrid for the third year, and I am honored to win the best award of the year in this place with extremely profound history. At this moment, I stand here and feel the brilliance created by countless predecessors. They are shaking in my body and in my heart."
It was a huge shock to my heart." Wang Ai pressed his hands on the podium and raised his head slightly, looking at the hundreds of thousands of fans in all directions in the night: "You are the real writers of history. When you are here, your ancestors are here, time and time again, you will
Enthusiastically and generously put on this small lawn, they turned into me, each Cristiano, each Kaka, each Figo, each Ronaldo, each Di Stefano, each
Kopa, and their equally great team-mates."
Speaking of this, Wang Ai raised the trophy with one hand: "I can't give this trophy to you, but every time it flashes in the morning and dusk, I know it is your tears. I will listen to it every night, just like
It’s like I’m listening to your thoughts.”
"This is Real Madrid and I am honored to spend part of my life here. This is the Bernabeu and I am honored to play for you!"
The brief speech ended, but the applause and cheers followed Wang Ai as he disappeared into the player tunnel.
"Like a king." He Wei, who broadcast the speech live, couldn't help but comment.
"Yes, today he is qualified enough to evaluate a team like Real Madrid." Lao Bai sighed: "Look at the footage just now, the chairman, shareholders, management, coaches, players, and of course almost all the fans are
Nodding and applauding, this is instinctive recognition. The most wonderful speech in the world is never words, but actions."
"Lao Bai, your sentence is wonderful enough." He Wei teased and suddenly said: "Eh? That one seems to be Andy Lau? And Aaron Kwok?"
"I didn't see clearly, did I?"
"Yes, it's right in the players' tunnel. You should not have left. You should still be able to see Wang Ai when he comes out later. Did you hear that they went to Madrid?"
"I think I did hear about it in the morning, but I thought I was just going to Madrid to see him for work. I didn't expect that I went specifically to watch the game."
“Is it easy to get into the stadium?”
"It shouldn't be easy, but the main players in the team can still apply if they need it."
Today's opponent, Las Palmas, had a buzzing head when he saw Wang Ai's general style in the visiting team's locker room and said, "It's an honor to play for you!"
Needless to say, today the ghostly Chinese will try their best...then why us!
Wang Ai was calm. Before the game, he rejected the club's suggestion to wear a yellow armband. He was not bad at this, and he didn't want to suppress Ramos when he had already suppressed him. It was completely unnecessary. If
It’s not that the newcomer just can’t handle it, he doesn’t even want to be the captain of the national team.
...He is the dean, older than the coach!
In the national team, he is really "Wang Ai without a hat" - the uncrowned king.
In a desperate situation, Las Palmas launched a crazy defense against Wang Ai, but with Wang Ai's full firepower, it still melted away like ice and snow. Wang Ai completed a hat trick in the first half. It was Zidane in the halftime area.
After Wang Aicai's suggestion, he curbed his firepower in the second half and turned to create opportunities for his teammates, and his teammates lived up to expectations. When the game ended, the humiliating score of 7:0 was hung on the scoreboard, sweeping away Real Madrid's recent malaise.
Early the next morning, after breakfast, Wang Ai went out to the hotel to pick up the two guests and went to the Chinese Embassy together. The little beauty did not say the specific communication process, but the two guests agreed. The embassy made strict arrangements:
In the morning, the three of them, accompanied by embassy officials, will visit the overseas Chinese community, inspect the business areas of the overseas Chinese, and have discussions with them. In the afternoon, they will go to the Confucius Institute in Madrid, where the three of them will give a Chinese class to the new students. In the evening,
Attending a reception at the embassy, the guests were all from countries with a large number of overseas Chinese, such as Malaysia, Singapore, and of course, representatives of overseas Chinese students in Madrid.
The whole day was very intensive and included public activities. It was okay for Wang Ai, who enjoys diplomatic privileges, but Andy Lau and Aaron Kwok were a little uncomfortable with it. For example, in Chinese classes, their Mandarin was barely able to speak.
Listen. As for the reception, a diplomatic occasion with a strong official color, they kept smiling almost the whole time... They didn't know what to say.
However, when they got into Wang Ai's car exhausted and heard that Wang Ai was going to invite them to fly directly to Hong Kong on his private plane, they became more energetic. And when Wang Ai said that they could take the trophy back to Hong Kong
When the exhibition lasted for two months, it was even more unbelievable.
The two superstars were more or less able to hold on, but their assistant jumped up and grabbed Wang Ai's arm: "Captain Wang, is it true?"
Seeing Wang Ai smiling and nodding, they cheered: "Now all the fans in Hong Kong will become our fans and movie fans!"
In the early morning of November 7th, under the "Textile Girl" plane at Madrid Airport, Wang Ai helped Huang Xin tighten the collar of her coat: "There are old people in the family and young people at the bottom, and you still have your body... Oh, don't do it by yourself if something happens.
, ask more people for help, and don’t be afraid to spend money.”
"Okay, someone is here."
Wang Ai smiled and turned around to take the special wooden box of the World Footballer Trophy from Marissa. The front of the box was gilt with the pattern of the trophy and the name of the winner. Wang Ai handed it to Andy Lau and Aaron Kwok: "Brother Hua
, Brother Chengcheng, I won’t ask you to discuss the specific arrangements for the three of you to go to Hong Kong. I wish you a safe journey home."
After shaking hands and hugging, Wang Ai watched the three people and their team board the plane.
"Can't you let go of Huang Xin, can't you let go of the trophy, or can't you let go of your brother Hua, brother Chengcheng?" As soon as Wang Ai left from the airport, Xu Qinglian pointed her cell phone at Wang Ai.
"Needless to say, of course it's Huang Xin."
"The answer is wrong. You should say you can't bear to part with the textile worker's number. It's the most expensive." Xu Qinglian muttered, lowered her head, and sent the video to Huang Xin.
