Chapter 675 The wind is howling and the rain is pouring (15)
With the Club World Cup Golden Boot Award and the Ballon d'Or trophy, Wang Ai returned to Madrid.
"Didn't I say last year that I would give you a special award if you won it again?" Kangsi came forward with her children in the yard of her home: "How come I didn't hear about it?"
"Maybe I forgot?" Wang Ai looked down at the children: "Have you done your homework these days?"
"I wrote it." Wang Sheng said loudly.
"Did you really write it?" Wang Ai chuckled: "I'll check it later!"
The three little ones looked at each other, turned around and ran back with a "Oh!"
Kangsi looked at Wang Ai, and Wang Ai looked at Kangsi. They both smiled at the same time and walked home side by side: "After the championship ceremony, Infantino and the Prime Minister of Qatar held a small award ceremony for me and gave me a small award ceremony.
A check for one million euros. Infantino told me that he would give me a special award when I retire."
"He's afraid that if he gives it to you this year, you won't know what to do if you take it again in the future, right?"
"Maybe? Haha, he is more confident than me. I don't know where he will go next."
"Paris?" Kangsi looked at Wang Ai and said, "I have been treating you for many years, right? I have enough strength and spend a lot of money, but I am just a little short of the championship."
Wang Ai smiled: "It depends on the situation."
Kang Si asked tentatively: "Go back to Bayern? Or Manchester City?"
Wang Ai looked at Kangsi: "What do you think?"
"Isn't it because you left Bayern to compete with them? After so many years, Messi has transformed and Cristiano Ronaldo has left. The reason for leaving Bayern no longer exists, right? I think you were most comfortable when you were at Bayern. Bayern's competitiveness
Still good.”
"What about Manchester City?"
"Mansour made a deal with Real Madrid. You brought Real Madrid four crowns and 94 league goals in a single season. Is this enough?"
Wang Ai shook his head slightly: "I will not hate Mansour, but I will not forgive him, especially since the current coach of Manchester City is Guardiola. It was also his factors that prompted me to leave Bayern. I admire him.
Achievements, but it's hard to know how to get along with him."
"You still don't like him."
"Well, yes." Wang Ai admitted generously: "Ever since he put Ibrahimovic on the bench without any explanation, I don't want to waste half a season like this. Who can guarantee that he won't do the same to me?
What about doing something like this? Especially for someone like me who is full of problems? Even if the chance is slim, I don't want to take the risk."
"When was the last time you took the initiative to communicate with the coach?"
Wang Ai was slightly surprised: "I often communicate with Zidane."
"Then you can't communicate with him?"
"Communication is different. I talk to Zidane, Pellegrini, and Heynckes as equals. I talk to them in a cooperative manner, and they also understand. The premise of all this
It was me who was able to show good form in the game, keep scoring goals, and force them to shut up with goals and results. They were sensible and could hold back their unhappiness and slowly accept my specialness, but Guardio
Where is La? No one can tell what he is thinking about. From what happened with Ibrahimovic, I found that he is too terrible. My results, contributions, and game performance may be of no use." Speaking of this,
Wang Ai spread his hands: "Can I now say that I will not have a meeting in the morning and go to training in the morning? Just for him? Why should I? I really want to change for him. He has blown some of the blame, but what about others? Other coaches
What will you think of me?"
"So Manchester City can't do it." Kang Si felt a little regretful: "Actually, Manchester City is not bad. It's rare for the team to be united."
Wang Ai took Kangsi and sat together at the window of the living room on the third floor: "Now that our children are getting older, I am gradually becoming a veteran in this industry. Do you know what this means? It means that as long as my strength is still there,
, even if it is slowly declining, no one will deliberately provoke me. Therefore, the unity and disunity of the team are no longer as fatal to me as they were when I was young. At that time, as a young man, there was always a problem of taking sides, and
Today I am the team myself, and it only matters whether others support me, not me for others. For example, last season Ramos wanted to cause trouble and be the first man, but when he rushed in front of me,
When he ran past the silent Bell and faced me who was even more silent, did he do anything?"
"He probably really wanted to do something, but in the end he did nothing?"
"Well, I didn't do anything. I just silently watched him overpower Bale and was eager to try on me. Someone might have reminded him at the last moment. For Real Madrid, which is trying to regain its glory for five consecutive championships, a man who can score goals is a must.
A central defender is not more important than an ordinary central defender, but a super shooter is irreplaceable. Especially when this shooter is still in his prime and signs a contract once a year, Real Madrid may lose him at any time and become the biggest stumbling block on the road to glory for Real Madrid.
It is obviously unwise to provoke him and there is no chance of winning."
"You passed each other silently."
"I didn't take action. He might have wanted to, but he retreated without fighting in front of my city wall."
"The wall you built is too high and too thick, and it has already resisted countless attacks for you."
"It's a bit boring." Wang Ai shook his head and pulled the suitcase, took out the two trophies and looked at the sunshine outside the window: "Winning one back then was enough for me to be happy for half a year, and it was enough for fans across the country to celebrate for three days. Now what?
?Maybe it’s just a line in the newspaper, maybe the sports channel didn’t say much.”
"How about we retire? Let them experience the pain of loss?"
"Haha." Wang Ai stood up and bent down to hug Kangsi: "I'm going to check the child's homework. I'll give you these two to play with."
Looking at Wang Ai's figure disappearing into the study, Kangsi picked up the trophy, stared at the golden light, and slowly pressed his face against it, feeling the cold, hard, and smooth feeling. Kangsi, who closed his eyes, seemed to have seen yesterday again.
The man who was the center of attention when he was holding the cup in the center of the stadium saw the doctor with countless pairs of eyes staring at him, and saw the focus of countless excited faces pouring out their emotions wantonly. The man was comparable to Pele and Maradona, and overwhelmed all the superstars of his generation.
Next, the other two superstars who are ranked among the top five in history in terms of talent, will, and body are firmly controlled in the second and third places. They even crossed over to the men's track and field to become a double in the 100 meters and long jump because of a ridiculous debate.
The overlord!
What a legendary experience and brilliant achievement this is. Does he really exist? Is he right next to me?
Suddenly, the phone rang, and Kang Si left the trophy to pick it up. It was Xu Qinglian's call to talk about work. Finally, she told Kang Si some recent news about Wang Beihai, such as learning a Tang poem and playing with his two younger brothers.
Yes, I was scratched by Xiaohua’s child.
Kangsi's smile crept onto her face, and in the reflection of the trophy on the side, it seemed to be dyed with a layer of gold.
