Reborn on Top of Football

When Wang Ai came back, a reporter with a microphone immediately got off the car: "wiwi, do you have anything to say about your 28 goals now?"

Holding a ball, Wang Ai was sweating and looked down at the female reporter: "Have you eaten breakfast?"

"Uh, I ate sandwiches. Can you get the Golden Boots this season? Do you think your Golden Boots can help Chelsea win the championship? The number of goals you have is equal to the sum of Cristiano and Wayne, you have What do you want to say to them?"

While wiping his sweat, Wang Ai listened to the female reporter's nagging and finished talking before saying: "You see me is sweaty and hungry, can you wait to talk?"

"No, live broadcast!" The female reporter turned to greet the cameraman: "Come and say hello to our morning news audience."

Wang Ai noticed that there was a "BBC" logo on the microphone in the reporter's hand. Realizing that this was a BBC program, he had to stand on the spot and said to the camera: "Good morning everyone, I usually go to noon It appeared at night, and I met you so early. It was a surprise, eh, I was also surprised. This was originally an unusual morning. The weather in London..."

"Wiwi, answer my question, everyone is very concerned." The female reporter was forced to interrupt Wang Ai's wordy.

Wang Ai shrugged his shoulders. He always thought about it. "I don't have much to say about my goals, and there is nothing to say about Cristiano and Wayne."

The female reporter strongly resisted the urge to roll her eyes and asked: "Can you break the Premier League single-season scoring record?"

"possible."

"How likely is it?"

"If I am not injured, hope is great."

"Then are you the greatest shooter in English League history?"

Wang Ai's eyes widened: "Don't say that, I just happened to be in a strong team, with both coaches and teammates supporting me, accidentally scored so many goals. Although I really hope that I can Be side by side with Alan Shearer, Gary Reinkel and other predecessors, but this is not my final say. I will wait until I retire to re-evaluate to be more fair."

"We all know that you had a fierce competition with Henry in the second half of last season, but today Henry's luck is not very good, and the number of goals is far worse than you. Will you challenge him to win your gold medal again?"

Wang Ai Renjun couldn’t help but say: “Will you run 90 meters first, and then play against Powell and Montgomery? The gold medals are expensive, but I’m not willing to take them back in this way. Thierry’s luck this year is really not good, I I hope he will get better soon, we will find opportunities to compare."

"Assuming you really broke the record, in what way would you celebrate?"

"Ah... I'll probably pack a bar next time. Will teammates play together?"

"Do you think Cristiano and Wayne, two years older than you, have any future?"

Wang Ai stuck his neck and spread his hands: "Dear Ms. Claire, don't you know that this year's Golden Globe Award and Mr. World Football have given a defender? The goal is very important, but it is not the only one. Although I scored It’s more than the two of them, but it doesn’t mean that I’m more important or better than them. Cristiano and Wayne’s careers are destined to be great.”

"Are they enemies of your life?"

Wang Ai smiled and rubbed his ears: "This, the football world is very big, and now the players are so fluid, so it is difficult to say who is a lifetime opponent. It is not so much how they and I are as good as Say that our group of players born between 85 and 90 years will eventually dominate the football world for some time. Not only will we often meet, compete, and will often be compared by you. But before the final result comes out, who and who will Who knows what is put together the most? Anyway, I don’t know. The only thing I know is that I like them. If I have a chance, I don’t mind being friends with them."

"Are you going to transfer to Manchester United?"

"...Who said it? You, don't talk nonsense." Wang Ai wished to cover "Claire"'s mouth: "I'm very happy in Chelsea. I don't think about transfers, at least I don't think about it now."

Speaking of which, the question is almost the same. It happens that Wang Ai's stomach starts to tweet, and "Claire" has put Wang Ai to dinner, and they are working hard to sort out the equipment and video materials.

Ten minutes later, they were about to leave, and Qu Bo, who was sent by Wang Ai, took out a large thermos cup of hot milk, several paper cups, and a large piece of chocolate and chased them out to the car.

Of course, the reporters don’t know this Black Wings Chinese winger. It’s just that he doesn’t have much discussion, especially when he is side by side with Wang Ai, so he just flashed on the camera just now, and the reporter didn’t ask a word. he.

Wang Ai took advantage of this opportunity to let Qu Bo have a good impression in front of the staff of British National Television.

Qu Bo returned to his buttocks while holding the insulated barrel. He slowly put the beef patties on his mouth, just about to nibble, and suddenly put down the patties and sighed, "Why are you doing this, Xiao Wang?"

"What?" Wang Ai didn't lift his head, picked up the fried egg in his mouth with a chopstick, and grabbed the whole carrot over there.

"I mean, why don't I believe you can make so much? Is this still the Premier League?" Qu Bo shook his head like a rattle: "Reverse three or four years, we all think we can make 10 in a Premier League season. It is a great breakthrough. In the five major leagues, Yang Chenjin is the most. You can do well. There are only a half and half of the league. You are almost thirty."

Wang Ai clicked and bitten off half of the carrot, and his mouth was ambiguous: "Isn't the TV station letting go of my goal highlights? Just one by one."

Qubo slaps his mouth, mumbles: "I don't understand with you!"

Then the big paws began to wave, and every time he came to Wang Ai's house to eat, he was particularly addicted. When he was in Tubingen, he didn't eat too much, at least not so scary now. Okay, half a catty of beef patties, a trough, fried eggs, a pan, soy milk, a kettle... you look at this unit of measure!

After eating breakfast, Qu Bo got in Wang Ai's car and was ready to return to the city of London to find his teammates and return to the club. When he put down Qu Bo in front of the hotel, it happened that the teammates came out carrying their luggage. The relationship is already well known. Although Wang Ai entered the two of them yesterday, the match was over and the grudges were over, so McCarthy, Dubhill, Nelson and others all greeted Wang Ai.

After sending away Qu Bo, Wang Ai called Lao Gao's phone before entering the school. The National Olympics is asking South to pull down the "cat winter". Although it is not called Wang Ai, Wang Ai also wants to say hello.