Chapter 62: Brothers are extremely jealous when they meet (Part 1)
Sitting on the edge of the Riazor Stadium, Wang Ai lowered his head and thought. Yan Zhu stood not far behind him not to interfere with Wang Ai's decision. He knew that Wang Ai was making a big decision related to the development of Chinese football. Thinking To pour cold water on the country, no one will take over. According to Yan Zhu's understanding, it must be Wang Ai who cannot bear it anymore and jumps out to set fire. Either to set fire to others, or to be set on fire.
Sometimes Yan Zhu can't understand why Wang Ai is so persistent in changing Chinese football. As a player, he can just play with peace of mind, why bother with so many things? Besides, how can one person reverse the historical trend? But Yan Zhu Zhumata knew that Wang Ai really might not have this power. For ordinary players, such a thing would be unthinkable. There are captains, coaches, head coaches, club managers, local football association leaders, and then the Chinese Football Association. lead.
And even the Chinese Football Association has not ignored the great development momentum of Chinese football.
But in the past few years, Wang Ai has relied on his outstanding personal achievements, the strong support of his family business, the implicit support of the veteran giant Liaozu, and the invisible support of coaches such as Xu Genbao, Jin Zhiyang, Chi Shangbin, Gao Hongbo, etc., and so on, it seems that there is a real turnaround. Qiankun’s ability?
Anyway, according to Yan Zhu's understanding, even if children from rich families are passionate, they will not work as hard as Wang Ai, and they will devote themselves wholeheartedly to it.
Wang Ai doesn't hide anything from Yan Zhu, but Yan Zhu obviously has no interest in football, so the two of them don't have many topics in common. Wang Ai can only make up his own mind. He is thinking that if domestic fans are so fanatical, they should talk to him There is an inseparable relationship. If I hadn’t won the Asian Junior Championship, the World Junior Championship, the Asian Youth Championship, and the Asian Games gold medal, I don’t think the fans would have such high expectations. There must be no lack of rational understanding in domestic football. People, but amid the unanimous calls and enthusiasm of fans across the country, they all dived silently.
No one wants to get into trouble, just waiting for a hero to jump out and be targeted. Wang Ai suddenly felt that he was destined to be destined! This hero, look left and right, his head is just the right size for me...
If I don’t get thundered, who will?
Damn it, why should I? I have the intention to bring trouble to the World Youth Championship, which is about to be criticized. When I look at the brothers who are sweating all over the stadium, I feel reluctant to part with it. For the honor of the World Youth Championship, Wang Ai actually no longer wants it. Why do you value it so much, but these brothers need it.
For the sake of long-term interests, the performance of Chinese football should be suppressed, at least in less important events, so that domestic football people and fans can calm down, and then start from the basic work with peace of mind, instead of always looking for immediate pleasure. Wang Aizhen wants to ignore it Yes, when he retires, Chinese football will be brought back to its original shape. That is not Wang Ai’s ambition. But it is also for the long-term benefit. The growth of these players of the same age is crucial to Wang Ai. Without the help of these brothers, Wang Ai can't do anything in Guozihao. For these brothers to grow better, results are crucial. Only with results can they have better training, a broader vision, and a higher spirit.
Wang Ai grabbed handfuls of green grass in front of him, and was in a dilemma. But there was no one in front of him who could discuss it. After Zhao Xuri, the bad guy, escaped, the brothers did not come into contact with Wang Ai alone, for fear of calling him Pushed out to be martyrs. These guys have been hanging out with Wang Ai for a long time, and their skills are still improving. Their IQs are rising in a straight line, and they are getting harder and harder to fool.
Mai Chao is indeed a negotiable target, but although the two have a good relationship, they have never had an in-depth exchange of views on the general environment. If they have different views, it will affect the friendship.
Really, under normal circumstances Wang Ai doesn't want to offend people. Although the number of people he offends is unknown. Now he and Mai Chao are talking about such profound things, it is easy for them to talk superficially and hurt their friendship. Because Mai Chao is from Cantonese, and Wang Ai is from Guangdong.
I'm from the Northeast, and people in the two places have different personalities. Cantonese people have a long tradition of traditional culture, and they pay attention to etiquette. They are used to polite conversations about everything, and they have to turn a few corners when encountering problems. People from the Northeast are different, what?
Etiquette? I don’t know where the family tree is. When something goes wrong, I will stick it to the end. So Wang Ai is not only casual when dealing with people from the Northeast, but also pays more attention when dealing with people from other provinces. In case there is no conflict of ideas, just because of a little
It's so trivial that people can't fault it.
After thinking about it for a long time, Wang Ai still felt that he couldn't just make up his mind on this matter. He had to ask someone. The first person who definitely thought of Mr. Jin Bosi, but before making the call, Wang Ai hesitated again.
Those who worry about hard work in Tübingen can just go home and recuperate for a few days. It's really hard to bear to torment the old man with such a problem. Forget it, let's go to the old man. He is young and strong and can resist the torment!
As a result, when the phone call came, Wang Ai finished speaking dullly, and Lao Gao said "haha" twice.
"Do you think we won't get along with the national youth team without you? We won't play football anymore? Do you think you can do whatever you want in the World Youth Championship? You don't want the championship, you just want the semi-finals? Hey, let me ask you a question
, Dr. Wang, do you know how big the universe is? Do you know what the diameter of the earth is?”
"Ah?" Wang Ai thought blankly. He really didn't pay much attention to this geographical issue: "I don't know how big the universe is. I am a doctor of philosophy. The diameter of the earth, well, I remember a poem that says, 'Sit on the ground and travel 80,000 feet a day.
Li', according to pi calculation, more than 20,000 kilometers, right?"
"Ah! Chairman, you are using Huali! Look at you, you don't know how big the universe is, you don't know the diameter of the earth, do you not know how thick the sky is and how high it is? You even lick your face and ask me where I am, so just try your best.
Don’t forget that you are still a substitute, and the national youth team is not Depor!"
Wang Ai put down the phone and started talking. Lao Gao's spitting skills were getting more and more advanced. I didn't even notice that he was sarcastic about me.
Then I thought about it, call Yan Shiduo? Hey, his choice is no different from that of Lao Gao. He definitely hopes that I will try my best. Besides, he has so many things to do, and he certainly doesn’t have an accurate estimate of the national youth team’s combat effectiveness and competition prospects.
There's no point calling him.
"Life is as lonely as snow!" Wang Ai stood up and sighed, ignoring a group of brothers who were looking at each other: What is wrong with the boss?
"What are you looking at?" Wang Ai patted his leg: "My legs are disabled! So the World Youth Championship depends entirely on you, don't count on me! If you don't have me then, if you can't even get out of the group, just wait.
Tell the fans to curse on the street! You are nothing without me. Do you really want to hear such comments?"
One look at the boss's lunacy and he had four plus numbers. All his teammates ran away with a buzz, leaving no one behind.
Wang Ai scratched his face, what an unloyal bastard! There wasn’t even a single person left to comfort me. I still have a lot to say.
