Although she still didn’t understand what her employer meant, Constance secretly stuck out her tongue and remained silent.
"It is wrong to quarrel with your employer!" Constance consoled herself.
Hearing that the little tail was silent, Wang Ai became interested. He turned to look at the girl, and found that the little girl was a little timid. He felt that she was a little timid and said: "Our Chinese football is not developed enough. In addition to being a player,
It’s still part of the country, do you understand?”
Constance's eyes were blank. What kind of philosophical logic is this?
"Hey, let alone a well-known player like me, even ordinary international players cannot immigrate casually. One is that it is difficult to develop well abroad. After all, Chinese culture and European culture are very different. Secondly, if you really immigrate,
We Chinese people can't bear it emotionally."
Constance said nothing and thought to herself: Narrow-minded!
"This is not narrow-minded." Wang Ai seemed to be able to see through her thoughts, with a smile on his lips: "Because our football is weak, every national player is precious. Although the results are not very good, without them, the results would not be as good as they are now.
.Now we are still second-rate players in Asia. If all the national players leave, we may not be considered third-rate players or fourth-rate players. A big country and a strong football team are two different things."
If Constance realized something, she couldn't help but said stubbornly: "You are different from others. You can leave. There must be many countries that want you. I have heard about them. There was media when you were in Germany."
I suggest you immigrate."
"Because of this, I can't leave. First, I can't lead such a leader. Then all our national players will run away, and everyone will scold me. Second, I still want to lead our national team to create good results.
Hey, don’t you think it would be more fulfilling to lead a third- or fourth-rate football team like China into a first-rate team?”
Constance put her hands in her pockets, shook her head slightly, and muttered in a low voice: "It's impossible."
"What?"
"Oh, I mean." Constance said with admiration, "You have such a sense of responsibility."
Wang Ai heard the insincerity of his classmates and laughed. Anyone can leave, but I can't leave. Not only because of my grades and feelings, but also because so many companies in my family are also in the country. If I really want to "betray" the motherland, these companies have to become fans.
The object of venting one's anger.
It is a common mistake to die without getting sick!
When he arrived at the club, he heard that the team was training at the Riazor Stadium. Wang Ai turned directly into the stadium. There was no locker in the locker room yet, so he changed clothes and shoes on the sidelines.
At this time, Irueta, who had a bright forehead, stopped training and called Wang Ai in front of him.
"Let me introduce to you, he is the owner of the No. 44 jersey in our team, the foreign aid from China, Dr. Wang."
Teammates greeted each other in Spanish, and Wang Ai could only send a message through Constance: "I am 16 this year, my body is still relatively weak, and my shooting skills are not bad. I hope I can create better results with everyone."
Wang Ai did not make a long speech. After all, she was not very familiar with everyone. It was quite difficult to speak through Constance. She could translate accurately, but she could not express strong emotions. A little girl said to a group of big men: "
I believe we will definitely get better results" and so on, which is quite inconsistent.
Fortunately, Wang Ai observed through his expressions that his teammates welcomed Wang Ai's arrival, at least they didn't show off.
Irueta didn't say much and directly ordered Wang Ai to join the team and participate in training.
The training method is indeed different from Tübingen. In Germany, there is still more physical training, while in Spain, there is more technical training. Fortunately, Wang Ai is familiar with it, and he didn’t feel too tired after the whole afternoon.
A big burden.
It's just that the language barrier is very troublesome, and he can't communicate with his teammates. His teammates are not very familiar with Wang Ai's playing style. When playing five-man training games, he often can't cooperate with his teammates, although Wang Ai's shooting is still the same.
Accurate, even in the Deportivo team, he is not inferior to Forlan, Jose, and Sergio, but integrating into the team is still a big problem.
Captain Pablo was actually very kind, far less ferocious than his rough appearance. He spoke stammeringly to Wang Ai in the little English he knew, introduced Depor's tactical system, and helped Wang Ai integrate into the team as quickly as possible.
Belleron, the core of the midfield, didn't say anything, but used actions to express his goodwill. For example, he often passed the ball to Wang Ai, but Wang Ai often failed to catch it.
The 28-year-old Belleron is still very young and is in good shape. There are high calls from society for him to be selected for the national team, but it is said that head coach Seth does not like him very much.
In addition to off-court factors such as Belleron's gentle personality and reticence to talk, his lack of strength and speed on the court have also restricted his popularity.
Since Depor will face their second-round opponent Athletic Bilbao tomorrow, today's training ended in the afternoon.
Wang Ai planned to go home directly. Unexpectedly, when he came out of the locker room, outside the club door, in addition to Yan Zhu and Zhao Dan, Beleron was also waiting there. Since Wang Ai had just been assigned to the locker in the locker room, there was a delay.
After a while, everyone dispersed.
"Waiting for me?" Wang Ai pointed to himself.
Beleron nodded gently: "Today is your first time here for training. I want to talk to you and invite you to taste our food."
Wang Ai nodded with a smile. Wang Ai would never reject anyone's kindness, let alone Beleron's.
Beleron didn't have a car, and Wang Ai didn't have one either for the time being. The town was simply not big, so a few of them wandered around and found a mid-range restaurant. Beleron asked Wang Ai to order, but Wang Ai waved his hand and refused: "I don't have any taboos. You
Give me some, I just don’t understand. Oh, by the way, there’s also my translator, Constance, you guys can decide together. It’s just that the amount should be more, I’m hungry.”
Beleron was not polite and ordered a few croquettes, paella, stewed beans, and cheese egg buns. The quantity was small and full of Spanish style.
This is a bit similar to China. The north is salty and the south is sweet. German food is mainly salty, but in Spain, a southern European country, it is mostly sweet. Even the paella is a bit sweet. Fortunately, Wang Ai doesn't care.
.
Today's meal is just a reason.
None of them were in a hurry, eating slowly, looking at the scenery outside the restaurant, and chatting slowly. In addition to chatting, they mainly talked about position changes on the court and tactical coordination.
After eating for an hour, when Wang Ai took the money and asked for the AA system, Beleron refused. This surprised Wang Ai, and Beleron said: "I asked the Chinese specifically about your living habits. Today is the first
This time, I’ll treat you to Spanish food, according to your Chinese habits.”
Wang Ai smiled and shook his head, Beleron, this person is really hard to hate.
