After the goal, Enrique, Kluivert, and Ronaldinho hugged each other and slowly walked back to the half court. When they passed by, Wang Ai seemed to see Ronaldini
Ao smiled at himself, but he didn't seem to be talking specifically to himself.
"Don't be fooled." Beleron slapped Wang Ai: "He did it on purpose."
"Okay." Wang Ai took a deep breath and prepared to launch another round of charge.
"Rey!" Victor also stepped forward: "You need to coordinate with us."
"Huh?" Wang Ai's eyes widened and he didn't understand. He looked around blankly. His teammates were preparing to kick off. As usual, Irueta on the sidelines had a dark face and didn't know who he was dealing with. In the stands,
The faces could not be seen clearly, most of them were standing, and it seemed that they were looking at me solemnly.
"Hey, ball?" Wang Ai didn't even hear the kick-off whistle, and then the football was passed by his teammates, but he didn't catch it, and Iniesta easily snatched it away. Then the ball was transferred to Ronaldinho's feet.
There was another storm in Depor's half, but fortunately, in the end, Naibet's big foot destroyed the sideline.
The teammates glanced at Wang Ai in surprise, and then silently returned to their positions to continue the game. Wang Ai continued to be distracted by his subsequent performance. He was a little confused at first, and then became even more confused by Victor's brief words.
People with advanced thinking have this problem, and they are particularly easy to fall into various paradoxes and cannot extricate themselves. When Wang Ai was in school, he often faced various types of "tips", and after thinking for a long time, he often got out of them.
You can make a big progress in your thinking and logic.
Unfortunately, Wang Ai fell into this habitual thinking activity at this moment and was unable to extricate himself. And Depor's teammates were not used to talking, and were more accustomed to moving forward in silence, and no one came up to break Wang Ai's thinking.
Ai's confusion.
In other words, Wang Ai is being tortured by his obsessive-compulsive thinking, but his teammates have not noticed it. Most of them have barely graduated from junior high school, and have never experienced Wang Ai's situation. Naturally, they cannot understand that a scholar once
How terrifying it is to be entangled.
In the 31st minute of the first half, Deportivo advanced to the frontcourt and was intercepted by Puyol before making a long pass. Overmars took the ball and ran for a long distance. Molina attacked and blocked the ball.
The ball was released, and Ronaldinho succeeded in making a follow-up shot.
The two-goal deficit was not reversed until Tristan's tough goal-scoring in stoppage time in the first half.
With the score one goal behind, the Deportivo generals returned to the locker room gloomily. No one spoke, no one lost their temper, and no one criticized except Rey who was high for 10 minutes and then wandered around like a ghost for 35 minutes. Sitting down.
In the corner of the locker room, Wang Ai was still struggling: I worked hard but it didn't work. If I coordinate with Victor and the others, it means I don't work hard, and then I won't be able to score goals. Should I work hard or not?
Of course, Irueta would not let go of Rey, who was said to be "a big loser", chattering and dancing. Among the fans in the stands, discussions were also going on in every corner about whether Rey had not slept well and therefore had been sleepwalking.
.For the current Depor and Depor fans, losing a game is not unacceptable, but Rey's state is what worries them the most.
Irueta was scolding Wang Ai suddenly, and the hearts of all his teammates jumped. They never wanted to see Rey and the Basques get into trouble. The Deportivo team relied on unity to get to this point.
Today, Rey's influence, ability to sell jerseys and technical skills are not comparable to those of Dejaminha in his early years. Once he gets into trouble with Irueta, it will be a big earthquake.
Never! Belleron, Pablo, Victor and Luke, who was slightly injured, all looked at Wang Ai nervously.
Unexpectedly, Wang Ai didn't notice this at all, and he didn't even hear what Irueta said. He just felt that the noise in the locker room was particularly annoying, and he wanted to go out to take a breath, so after standing up, he frowned as if there was no one around.
Frowning and shaking his head, he pushed open the door to the dressing room and walked out.
"What is this?" All the teammates looked at each other. Are they going to quit the game? Or is this a mild protest?
Even Irueta was confused. You can argue with me. What's the point of going out quietly? The assistant coach wanted to go out to find Wang Ai, but Irueta stopped him: "Forget it, no.
If you talk about him, just think that one of us has been sent off!" After saying that, he started to arrange his tactics again.
Wang Ai left the locker room and walked out in a daze, with no goals or clear ideas. He suddenly asked someone to slap him in the face, and when he looked up, it was Zhao Dan.
The handsome guy asked with concern: "Xiao Wang, what's wrong with you? I think you're not in your right mind?"
Wang Ai shook his head and did not explain. The player tunnel in front was like a cave with a bright future. There was noisy noise outside. Wang Ai turned and walked back. Behind the locker room was the medical room, the storage room for sneakers and other items, and the security room. Zhao
Dan accompanied Wang Ai silently and took out the phone at the same time.
He could see that Wang Ai had a temper tantrum and was habitually entangled as a scholar. Whenever he returned from class or encountered some topic sent by his colleagues in the philosophy world, it was those things that he couldn't understand anyway.
, he was always like this. One time he even wandered to the beach in the middle of the night and sat under the ancient obelisk on the seaside of A Coruña. Zhao Dan, Yanzhu and the others followed him around for half a night.
Tens of seconds later, Constance rushed in and grabbed Wang Ai: "Dr. Wang, what's wrong with you?"
Finding out that they were college classmates, Wang Ai felt that they had a common language, so he said: "Am I better at coordinating or not?"
"What?" Constance was also confused.
After a moment, Constance was dumbfounded: "What Victor means is that you should look at the status of your teammates, and then when you seek cooperation, try to take care of the status of your teammates, rather than asking you to work hard or not."
"Is that so?" Wang Ai looked at Constance in confusion. His thinking had entered an extremely advanced philosophical field, involving extremely complex logic, so he subconsciously thought that Victor's reminder had some profound meaning.
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"That's it!" Constance nodded decisively.
Wang Ai shook his head. He was not convinced by the new Constance, even though her pretty little face was very approachable.
The intermission passed quickly, and Irueta did not make any substitutions.
Wang Ai struggled for another five minutes before finally finding Victor with a frown: "Sanchez..."
Soon, Victor figured out Wang Ai's dilemma, and patted Wang Ai on the shoulder in a dumbfounded voice: "Dear Rey, I just want you to pay attention to the position and status of the rest of us. There is no other meaning.
It's not a philosophical proposition, you...oh my God! Wake up quickly, Rey, we are already two goals behind, and the Basques are going to pick up the spear."
