Reborn on Top of Football

The impact of this game is so great, completely beyond Wang Ai's imagination.

After receiving the gift the next day, I hurried to the airport to pick up Zhao Junzhe, Liu Shangjie’s Liaozu, and Genbao Base’s joint “Youth Real Madrid Training Week” group. I didn’t know where to remember to surround him. Strong.

Later, with the assistance of the airport security, Wang Ai was able to escape. After returning home, Leonie suggested to accept an interview and talk about the game, so as to save the reporters from love and hate. Wang Ai had to contact Martin, who was full of grief. Although Wang Ai generously did not pursue his failure last time, the relationship between the two has cracked.

"Doctor, this is the interview outline I drew up just now, take a look?" Martin stood in the backyard of Wang Ai's house, and handed the paper to Wang Ai who was sitting on the recliner.

Wang Ai pointed to the chair beside him: "Wait a minute, these kids are showing me their skills."

Martin stopped by and saw a group of yellow-skinned and black-haired teenagers staring at him hatefully.

"This is a Chinese football boy?" Martin asked carefully after sitting down.

"Well, I came to Real Madrid to experience the training class." Wang Ai continued to focus on it, and Zhao Junzhe waved his hand seriously, and the drill continued.

"They're lucky to have a superstar like you helping them out."

"It's fine."

Martin stayed with Wang Ai until noon, and Wang Ai went off to practice some technical moves a few times in the middle, and of course performed a few at the request of enthusiastic teenagers.

Wang Ai walked into the bustling restaurant with one arm around Zhao Junzhe's shoulder and the other around Liu Shangjie's shoulder. Seeing that the teenagers were all looking at him, he smiled: "Why are you looking at me? I'm not very hungry, so hurry up and eat!"

The children laughed loudly and started eating with their own plates, but their eyes looked at the three adults from time to time.

Zhao Junzhe is okay, his reputation is still there, but Liu Shangjie is miserable, he is just a cook, and the children of Genbao Base look down on him in football. Until seeing the familiar appearance of Wang Ai and Liu Shangjie, the thoughtful child started to use his brain, and this was exactly Wang Ai's purpose.

Old brother, it is a hand to help.

In the afternoon, the reluctant children boarded the bus and drove to the Real Madrid base near the airport, where they will spend half a month. It was originally a week. When Wang Ai picked them up this morning, he called the base by the way, but the decision was made there: "How is one week enough? Half a month, the fee remains the same!"

Wang Ai understands that this is another commendation given by the club in addition to goal bonuses, winning bonuses, and shareholder gifts. Although he didn't have much money, Wang Ai accepted it when he got his mind. This also means that the children can go back to China with him during the winter break.

Martin also had a nutritious Chinese meal, and sat in the living room when he was full: "Would you like to take a nap first?"

"Forget it." Wang Ai said with a smile: "You are not an idler, it is enough to delay you all morning, I forgive you."

"You forgive me?" Martin was shocked.

Wang Ai stretched out his hand with a smile, and shook hands with his old friend across the coffee table, smiling away all grievances.

"You scored 5 goals at the Nou Camp, greatly breaking the original record. Is it because of hatred?" Martin went straight to the topic.

"No, no, no." Wang Ai repeatedly denied: "I have no hatred for the Barcelona team or that city."

"What about you and Messi? You are competitors on many levels."

"Competition does not mean hatred. Ronaldo and I are competitors, but you see? We are good friends."

"Then will you talk about the topic of competition in private? For example, this year he will win the award, will you congratulate him? Sincerely?"

"Of course." Wang Ai said calmly: "Modern football has undergone so many years of reforms, so many predecessors painstakingly reformed, it is already very civilized, not only on the field, but also off the field. For example, me and C This kind of relationship is a competition, and it is very fierce, but it does not affect our personal friendship. Why? Because the direction of the award rules is against bottomless competition, although there are still competitions, and there are even some vicious competitions, such as in the critical stage of the award Release some news that is not good for the other party, but this kind of influence is still limited, basically it will not shake the hearts of the judges. So between me and Ronaldo, and between me and Messi, no matter how much competition there is Civilization has a bottom line, because the rules require us to be civilized, so of course, our friendship will be preserved."

"Let's go back to the topic of yesterday's game." Martin paused: "You just denied the existence of hatred, but we all know that Real Madrid and Barcelona are in the most intense national derby. There are many grievances between the two sides, and you happen to That's the second time you've scored five goals in a game since you came back to La Liga...Wow, I'm a bit unbelievable when I say this."

Wang Ai smiled: "You said it too, it's the second time."

"But it's Barcelona after all, isn't it?" Martin's smile belies his stubbornness.

"Well, it's Barcelona." Wang Ai explained: "But I am a very self-focused person. I spend most of my time honing my skills, exercising my body, and preparing for the game. My historical grievances against the two teams, Frankly speaking, I don’t know very well, all opponents are basically the same in my eyes, and they all have to try their best to win. There is basically nothing else, especially emotionally.”

Martin nodded, and Wang Ai continued: "My understanding of professional players is that everything is mine, and it is all given to me by the fans. I must implement their will and fulfill their requirements. This is the pressure of survival and the pressure of life. Moral pressure. Unless my ability is limited and I really can’t do it, I will try my best to do it. So when the fans need to score more goals, I will score more goals. When the fans call on me to play better, I will I will make more beautiful moves, and when the fans want me to help the team win, I will score by myself, and I will give teammates opportunities when they are good."

Seeing that Wang Ai had finished speaking, Martin followed up and said, "So, when the Real Madrid fans want you to work hard to beat Barcelona and score as many goals as possible?"

"Yes." Wang Ai nodded simply.

"Isn't this hatred? There is inevitably something emotional in the fan's request."

Wang Ai thought for a while: "There is hatred between the two countries, so they fight, but must there be hatred between the soldiers of the two countries?"

After hearing this, Martin thought for a while and suddenly laughed, "You actually compare fans to kings and yourself to soldiers? You must know that many fans have the exact opposite view of you."

Wang Ai also laughed: "That only shows that we love each other."