One hundred and forty-one chapters, set off again (Part 1)
At nine-thirty in the evening, it was a cold night in early spring in the capital. A group of people stood in front of the CCTV gate and wanted to go home. However, Wu Pengfeng, Cao Ming, and Xu Liang had no home in the capital and wanted to go back to the dormitory of the Olympic Sports Center to rest.
One night, and then take a flight to anywhere tomorrow.
"I would like to say it again." Wang Ai looked at several teammates seriously: "I have opened a gap in the door of European football. I will go to Europe first to give you a frontline. You should train well at home. Don't do it.
Relax, as long as your level reaches a certain standard, I will work hard to help you lead the way."
Even though Cao Ming, Wu Pingfeng and Xu Liang had heard Wang Ai say this many times, they still felt excited. Wang Ai said this after the Asian Games the year before last. They didn't take it seriously at the time, but over the past year and a half, they have become more excited.
When they were looking for opportunities to go to Europe, they realized how difficult it was to land in Europe. Their own personal connections were simply not comparable to those in European football. Some players took advantage of the world's top teams to come to China and desperately tried to find connections and connections.
The coach and team leader met and recommended themselves, but nothing was achieved.
The clubs that can come to China are all top giants. European and South American players cannot be accommodated every day. Who would consider Asian players in the "football desert"? Now it is generally believed in European football: China has a Wang Ai who is extremely talented.
, is an example! Because in recent years, as Wang Ai's reputation in European football has risen, several European clubs with weak funds have gone to China to test the waters and seek gold. They have also selected some people to go back, which has also caused some problems in China.
It was a sensation. But the result is: before this group of Chinese players went through systematic European training and self-improvement, they fell far short of what others expected. These young players who were once boasted by various local media were not inferior to Wang Ai at all.
They couldn't adapt to Europe and couldn't even pass the trial period, so they returned home in despair and disappeared.
So the Chinese gold rush in Europe ended just as it started.
As a result, up to now, except for Sun Jihai, Li Tie, and Shao Jiayi who were not recommended by Wang Ai, the rest are Bai Guanghai, Luo Tongliang, Chen Yang, Zhang Yonghai, Qu Bo, Zong Lei, Qu Shengqing, and Yao Xia.
Many people were all pushed out by Wang Ai. It could even be said that Wang Ai "picked up" them out.
Wang Ai's promise is not only a ruthless spur, but also a ladder to climb up. Being selected for the National Olympics is the best player of the younger generation and a backup national player. No one has the heart to race in Europe.
"Teacher Nian, shall I see you off?" After bidding farewell to his teammates, Wang Ai looked at Nian Weisi, who was waiting for the bus on the roadside with a cane, and took the initiative to step forward.
The old man looked back at the "Blue Bird" driven by Wang Ai and Yan Zhu, and smiled casually: "Okay, I just want to talk to you."
The car was driving slowly on Chang'an Street at night. The old man and the young man did not feel strange at all when they had just met. Football was their biggest topic. When Nian Weisi was young, he was one of the first domestic players to go to Europe and was also the leader of new Chinese football.
The first batch of professional athletes studied in Hungary, the most powerful country in Europe at the time. So the two of them had a lot to talk about. Even when they arrived in front of the old sports committee compound, they didn't talk enough. Wang Ai simply got out of the car and went to the old house.
at home.
As soon as he entered the door, Wang Ai was stunned: "Do you still have a computer?"
"Ha! I still have QQ!" The old man raised his chin proudly: "Don't think that computers belong to you young people."
Wang Ai gave a thumbs up and said "submit". His parents are not yet forty years old, and they are not as familiar with computers as the old man. Seeing how happy the old man is typing, he must have worked really hard.
The two talked for a long time about the development of Chinese football and the current situation of European football before saying goodbye. The old man also knew that Wang Ai was too busy. An athlete's career is short, but he rarely has leisure time, especially since Wang Ai is so successful.
I am an athlete, so I understood very well. I insisted on using crutches to go downstairs, but Wang Ai stopped me. It was so late, it was so cold, and the old man's legs and feet were not good. It would be serious to freeze.
Both parties left their contact information: phone number and QQ. Wang Ai also helped the old man establish a QQ group of "Chinese Veterans Football Team". (This QQ group was suggested by Wang Ai to Tencent to start in advance, so as early as
It was launched last year) Of course, Wang Ai also got involved in it insidiously, taking advantage of the old man's lack of familiarity to assume the position of "administrator".
"Let's see who dares to scold me in the future!" Wang Ai got in the car and went home triumphantly, in a good mood all the way!
When I went home yesterday, I had already been "besieged" by my family, so early the next morning, Wang Ai packed his luggage and prepared to fly to Spain.
Wang Bin and Ai Xiaoqing got used to the constant back and forth with their son, and went to work respectively, leaving Xu Qinglian to see them off.
Outside the airport, Yan Zhu, Zhao Dan and Xu Qinglian's new beautiful female security guard all left space for them to whisper. Wang Ai lowered his head and saw that Xu Qinglian, who was just over 160 centimeters tall, felt a little frustrated: Two years ago
We were still tall on one side, but now you are so tall!
Out of the blue, she was hugged by Wang Ai. This was an old show, and Xu Qinglian didn't really care. Unexpectedly, the hug was a little tight this time.
Wang Ai felt that only at this moment, he was completely relaxed, freed from the intensive competition, study, and business activities, without thinking about anything, quietly and freely enjoying these dozens of seconds of tranquility.
"Okay, um..." Xu Qinglian was about to persuade Wang Ai to board the plane, but suddenly her eyes widened and her whole body became stiff.
Moved by love, Wang Ai opened his eyes when Xu Qinglian was speaking, lowered his head, and kissed her charming red lips.
The first kiss between the two happened so inadvertently. Xu Qinglian was not prepared, and Wang Ai was not prepared either. They just did it subconsciously.
Maybe three seconds? Maybe five seconds? Xu Qinglian struggled, but how could she free Wang Ai's arms?
"Bang, bang, bang!" Xu Qinglian hit Wang Ai on the back hard, stepped on his feet, twisted his waist, and finally bit him.
"Oh!" Wang Ai let go and was a little surprised. He was so weak and sore all over as promised? What if he just let you pick it with a squeak?
"Sure enough, everything in the book is a lie!" Wang Ai thought angrily: Look at this girl, how can she still resist at this moment? She is still so strong, like beating a drum!
"You stinking scoundrel!" Xu Qinglian wiped her mouth in disgust and gave her a false kick: "Get out of here!"
Wang Ai sensitively heard that Xu Qinglian's voice was a little trembling. It wasn't that she didn't feel it, but that she had a strong consciousness.
"Hey!" Wang Ai, who had succeeded in the sneak attack, just turned around and found that many people around him were looking at him, and some seemed to recognize him. It's no wonder, Wang Ai's popularity can be seen from the large outdoor advertisements outside the airport. He is a household name!
Wang Ai suddenly turned around and pushed Xu Qinglian into the car without any explanation. Xu Qinglian held her chest in a vigilant posture.
Through the car window, Wang Ai smiled and said: "I'm already like this. Everyone knows me, but it's better not to know your identity."
Xu Qinglian stared blankly at Wang Ai with a playful smile, and mist slowly rose in her eyes.
