Reborn on Top of Football

At 5:30 the next morning, when Wang Ai woke up habitually, Xu Qinglian was still sleeping soundly with his arm.

Wang Ai carefully twitched her arm, and finally she half-opened her eyes: "Why not sleep for a while."

After finishing talking, he put his face on Wang Ai's biceps, rubbed it, and felt too hard. He closed his eyes and patted Wang Ai: "Be soft."

Wang Ai slowly sighed and relaxed the arm muscles, and finally became full of elasticity. Only then was Xu Qinglian satisfied, pressing her face up, and fell asleep again with a smile.

Two times in the middle of the journey, Wang Ai tried to sneak up. Unexpectedly, when he moved, his biceps contracted forcefully, and then Xu Qinglian's head was "turned up". Xu Qinglian woke up and became angry. Wang Ai sighed and rolled a pair of dead fish eyes. Looking at the ceiling motionless.

No way, although she pityed her last night and didn't enjoy herself, she suffered a crime in the end.

"It will be fine in the future!" Wang Ai comforted himself.

At 7 o'clock in the morning, when the sky was bright, Xu Qinglian finally had enough sleep. She turned over, stretched her waist and kicked halfway, as if she had affected the pain, and opened her eyes. Seeing Wang Ai sneaking up and getting out of bed, he swooped over, pressing Wang Ai's abdominal muscles, and biting Wang Ai's pectoralis major.

"Oh it hurts!"

Xu Qinglian did not let go, but after all she relaxed her bite, and finally licked twice.

Wang Ai looked down at the tooth marks on his pectoralis major: "It's early morning, do you dream of eating chicken breast?"

Xu Qinglian raised her upper body and said plausibly: "You bit me for ten minutes, and I only bite you for one minute!"

"You can't compare everything with men, can you?" Wang Ai closed his pajamas and got out of bed and mumbled.

"Why can't it be compared?" Xu Qinglian was confident.

Wang Ai looked back at the big beauty in surprise, and suddenly realized that he moved his gaze down with a smile, and shook his waist in a deterrent manner. Xu Qinglian opened her eyes wide for an instant, and then she was in a daze. Amid Wang Ai's unbridled laughter, she leaned her head on her knees depressed: What should I do if he has something?

When Wang Ai came out of the bath, Xu Qinglian had changed her clothes, Wang Ai walked to her, lowered her head and sniffed in her hair, then let out a breath of "Ah". Xu Qinglian, who was hit hard, was very well-behaved this time. Despite Wang Ai's fiddle, Wang Aiwei squatted down and looked at Xu Qinglian. Xu Qinglian avoided his gaze, and then Wang Ai's cheek was gently lifted.

"Now, do you want me to feed you, tickle you, or play with you?"

Xu Qinglian laughed out loud, raised her eyes and looked at her man shyly.

"Alright dear." Wang Ai kissed her lips: "Let's go downstairs for dinner."

Walking up the stairs, Xu Qinglian still felt a little uncomfortable, and whispered: "I still think I have suffered."

"It's not over, right?" Wang Ai rolled his eyes and said in a low voice, "I'm still busy with sweat."

"Fuck you!" Xu Qinglian cursed with a smile, and finally stopped struggling.

After breakfast, the two female guards sent Xu Qinglian to school as usual, and Wang Ai did rehabilitation at home. Maybe it’s rare in the morning that there is no morning exercise, so today I feel that I have recovered quite quickly. In the morning, all the club members set off for Liverpool to prepare for the second round of the Champions League semi-finals. Like Wang Ai, who was basically reimbursed during the season, he didn't need to act with the team, just go by himself.

Actually, you don't have to go, but looking at the tens of thousands of pounds for a game at the club's home court, Wang Ai decided to go to Liverpool today to cheer for the team.

In the afternoon, Wang Ai and his party of four arrived in Liverpool on a short flight. After receiving the tickets at the hotel under the team, Wang Ai, wearing a hat and sunglasses, walked casually on the streets of Liverpool and experienced the unique culture of Liverpool. Atmosphere, rushed to Anfield Stadium.

In the last game he was injured by Gerrard at Stamford Bridge and Chelsea won 1-0. Wang Ai instinctively felt that the ball was very difficult for Chelsea.

Wang Ai, who entered early, sat behind the visiting team's bench and wore a dark jacket. Not far behind him was Shevchenko, who was also injured and even preparing for surgery. The two are now pitying each other, but they have no intention of saying hello.

Before the opening, Anfield sang a generous and desolate team song. If you don't understand the lyrics, you will even be mourning some great hero in history. Perhaps it was this generosity and desolation that gave Liverpool this team a heroic temperament.

At 19:40, the two sides played, through the narrow player channel, almost "grown" out of the fans' stands. The sideline is only two meters away from the fan stand. The red eyes and the scarves raised by both arms show the enthusiasm of this stadium.

The singing stopped and the two sides lined up. Because of the lead, Jose used his usual tactic 451, based on the defensive counterattack. Joe Cole, who has been ill for a long time, started, but Robben, Wang Ai, Carvalho, and Ballack were all injured and unable to play. So in Wang Ai's view, the outcome of this game may be determined by Joe Cole, whether he can make a fatal breakthrough in the frontcourt.

Originally, this role was partially played by Robben, Wang Ai, Joe Cole and Wright Jr., but now there is only one Joe Cole left, and he is still a vigorous opponent at home.

Soon after the game started, Wang Ai's mood became heavier. The spirit of Liverpool's team is a bit like Barcelona, ​​and Chelsea is a bit like Real Madrid. The former has spirit and the latter has money. The former is always united and united, and the latter is always a luxurious lineup and numerous internal troubles.

Therefore, since the start of today's game, the lagging Liverpool have aggressively attacked with great moves and frequent collisions. Chelsea tried to defend the half, looking for opportunities to counterattack. However, Chelsea’s defensive system is made up of individual players. When Liverpool’s players rushed and the Chelsea’s stumbling, Wang Ai clearly saw that although Chelsea’s defensive system could not be said to have collapsed, the defensive players were more careful. , The control range slowly drops.

The decline in the scope of personal control will lead to defensive loopholes.

Sure enough, in the 20th minute of the game, an ordinary corner set kick was quickly passed to the front of the penalty area. Danish defender Daniel Agger ran to intercept and volleyed on the ground, penetrating the shadow pupil. Hitomi's Chelsea defense, whether it is Mikel or Essien, is one step late. And their movement distracted Cech's sight behind them, causing him to take this tricky shot too late.

It's a tie!

Chelsea began to counterattack, however, the Liverpool people began to resist, one by one, strong men rushed at a speed of 100 meters, without black feet, normal collisions are enough. After being assaulted several times, the little Joe Cole lost his spirituality. The best performer turned out to be Drogba.

He can rush, hit, and run, but it's hard to support a lone tree.

90 minutes, 0:1, overtime, 0:0, penalty kick, Chelsea lost to Liverpool, who had a home spirit bonus.