Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-six Steps on Yangguan Road, Carrying a Piece of Heaven on Your Shoulders (Part 1)
Wang Ai's flight arrived in Madrid at four in the morning. At Madrid Airport, Wang Ai and his party separated from Shi Wenjun and his party. They agreed that after ten days, if everything went well, they would return to China together, specifically to Hong Kong to participate in the national team's World Cup qualifiers.
The group stage match against Hong Kong. Wang Ai and his team, who transferred from Madrid Airport, returned to La Coruna at 6 o'clock in the morning.
In A Coruna in early spring, the sun was already shining brightly at this time. However, most of the Spaniards with colorful nightlife were still asleep at this time. The yawning airport staff were surprised to see Wang Ai and his group, and they all came up to take photos.
Traces of the celebration for winning the King's Cup a few days ago can be seen everywhere, such as banners that have not been torn off, washed paintings, and various merchant tips such as "Celebrating the team's victory in the King's Cup, our store has a surprise discount."
On the giant billboard outside the airport, Wang Ai's portrait has been quietly replaced by Belleron's portrait. In the Copa del Rey final, one person scored four goals. This is definitely not something that ordinary forwards or attacking midfielders can do. This game
Although the match did not have any agreement between the teammates and was completely accidental, it gave Belleron, a humble and versatile player, an opportunity to shine and unforgettable performance.
As expected, Belleron was waiting for Wang Ai outside the airport and gave Wang Ai a warm hug.
"Congratulations again, Juan!" Wang Ai shook hands with Beleron with a smile, and then dug out the gift brought to Beleron from the huge luggage bag - three fresh bean curds from Wuhan. Wang Ai
I don’t have time to go shopping elsewhere. Fortunately, China is big enough, but every city has delicious food and can give it away. In addition, there is also a souvenir collectively given to Belleron by the youth team players of Wuhan Club, a piece of Wuhan
team jersey and a miniature handicraft of the Yellow Crane Tower.
Outside the airport, Wang Ai looked around and saw that no taxi driver had come out so early. He suddenly remembered the conversation he had with Shi Wenjun on the plane and turned to ask Yan Zhu: "Should we buy a luxury car?
I said I wanted to buy it when it rained during the last game, but then I forgot about it, and neither of you reminded me, so I have to buy it this time no matter what."
Yan Zhu shook his head with a smile, and Zhao Dan said quickly: "Let's wait a moment. Aren't you going to cooperate with Mercedes-Benz in the next step? I guess you can get a Mercedes-Benz, so that you can buy it now and not be able to use it."
Wang Ai let out a disappointed "Ahhh", and just got a little more fun in shopping, so he turned and asked Beleron: "Juan, do you want to buy a car? If you buy a Mercedes-Benz, maybe I can help you lower the price.
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Belleron shook his head a little shyly. He had worked hard for a long time when he came to pick up Wang Ai. He managed to get up so early after going to bed early last night. Among his four goals in the King's Cup, Wang Ai
Ai directly assisted him twice, and there was also an indirect assist from a running game. Unfortunately, Wang Ai returned to China the day after the game. He was full of thanks but didn't say a word, and he was not good at expressing himself.
But he was also impulsive. He didn't expect that Wang Ai and his party had so much luggage. He came here on a bicycle. It was so high that he could carry Wang Ai alone. If he had known this, he would have rented a car.
"Okay!" Wang Ai also knew that a lot of Belleron's salary was donated to various charitable organizations in his hometown. Although he had an annual salary of 750,000 euros from the club, he was actually much poorer than Wang Ai. He said that his pocket was cleaner than his face.
It's a bit exaggerated, but it is absolutely impossible to say that he can carry a credit card with a million euros in deposit like Wang Ai at any time. Look at the bicycle under his crotch, it only costs three or four hundred euros.
Wear it, probably for less than two hundred euros.
This is a child from a poor family who accidentally got into the fame and fortune market because of his talent, but never changed his true nature.
A few people dragged their luggage out of the airport. They wanted to take a walk back home. It was only 15 minutes away from home. The streets of La Coruna were quiet in the early morning, and the warm sunshine made everyone feel comfortable. But they didn't want to go out.
Less than fifty meters away, a street shop owner lazily walked downstairs and saw Beleron and Wang Ai walking and chatting. Behind them was Mr. Five Euro, dragging a luggage as big as a mountain. After greeting him warmly,
, asked a few people to wait, and then drove a pickup truck out of the backyard. Without any explanation, he pulled up all the people, luggage and bicycles, and went straight to the northwest of the quieter Riazor Stadium. He hugged Wang Ai and Belle in farewell.
Long took a selfie with his mobile phone and left happily.
In a city with a population of 300,000, it is not easy to meet the star of a team casually.
"I forgot to ask you, why don't you come and pick me up if I don't tell you? Isn't it time to thank you? You bought me several drinks that night." In front of the house, facing Baile who got back on his bicycle.
Long, Wang Ai asked curiously.
"Uh..." Belleron scratched his hair: "Coach Seth called me yesterday and I was selected for the national team, haha."
Wang Ai rolled his eyes. Belleron had long been selected for the current Spanish national team and could go to the 2004 European Cup in Portugal with the team, but he specifically mentioned it... Haha, it must be Belleron's "senior year" in the King's Cup.
"Happy" performance shocked the head coach. Seth no longer criticizes Belleron's "weakness", which means that in this national team, Belleron will get ample opportunities to play. This is probably what makes him excited.
The reason why he came to pick him up at the airport was because he was too embarrassed to boast and couldn't say it out loud.
"Haha, congratulations, Juan. This year there will be the European Cup and the Asian Cup. We will each play in our own national teams to see who performs better. By the way, don't leave. Come to my house for breakfast. I brought a lot of them.
delicious."
Beleron couldn't refuse, and he was so happy that he parked his bicycle in front of Wang Ai's house. The gifts Wang Ai gave to each of his teammates were fresh bean curds, but he also brought a lot of other dry goods.
, such as hot dry noodles, shaomai, soup noodles and other local delicacies in Wuhan, these snacks are perfect for breakfast.
Yan Zhu and Zhao Dan also learned a lot of Spanish vocabulary. They worked together to put the Shaomai on the steamer and put the soup noodles into the pot to cook. Since they were all very active people, they prepared a lot of food. In addition to the Chinese
There are two kinds of food here, as well as Spanish fried dough sticks and bread pudding called Torrijas, so that Beleron won't be used to it. This is just like Wang Ai can't get used to Spanish breakfast, nothing else, it's too sweet.
Wang Ai is from the north and is used to salty food.
When preparing breakfast, four big men were crowded in the small kitchen, which made Wang Ai feel that something was missing. She turned around and thought for a moment, then slapped her hand: "Constance is not here!"
