Reborn on Top of Football

"No, no, auntie, I have four thousand euros a month, and I don't need to support my family like a defender. I can't spend it at all."

"I know." Ai Xiaoqing put the card into Xu Qinglian's hand: "But this card is not mine, it is the **** who came back to honor me in summer. How can I use him to honor me?"

Xu Qinglian held the card, wondering if Ai Xiaoqing was angry and wanted to accept it, but was very embarrassed.

Ai Xiaoqing looked at Xu Qinglian who was embarrassed, and suddenly stretched out her hands to hold Xu Qinglian's face: "Good girl, he made you suffer so much wronged, you are still hanging on him."

After that, Ai Xiaoqing squeezed Xu Qinglian's face: "This money is earned by himself. Since you are going to solve the trouble for him, how can you use your private money? You have to spend his money, it's a great one! I spent it all for him! Otherwise, how can you pass that tone?"

Xu Qinglian laughed, the mist in her eyes dissipated, and she put the card in her pocket.

On the other side, Wang Ai finally re-entered the Cobham base and greeted the gatekeeper, an old friend.

Wang Ai didn't see it. After he walked into the gate, the janitor old Harry sneaked up.

As long as the gatekeepers of football bases are careful, they often have a deeper understanding of the team than in many clubs.

Two years ago, Cobham's most diligent player was Frank. After the summer two years ago, this position was firmly controlled by Wiwi. The club's middle and high level can only look at the sign-in table to see that Wang Ai's training time is only half of the others' time, and only the old Harry and the others know that Wang Ai's training volume is twice as much as the others!

Cobham is now full of restlessness. Sheva and Ballack, the two "old" stars, keep getting injured; the backbone of the clubs like Frank and John is floating; Wang Ai and Robben are going to leave together; the conflict between the coach and the club is deepening. Gradually unable to reconcile.

The turmoil of the team is imminent. At this moment, the strongest, most diligent and most lethal star in the team is back!

Unfortunately, old Harry didn't know how long he could stay, and he didn't dare to ask.

The teammates sat in the shade of the green in twos and threes and greeted each other when Wang Ai walked in. Some are concerned, some are curious, but there is no malice, because... Sheva is not there.

I am afraid that he is the only one in the team who really hopes that Wang Ai can leave. Although Wang Ai's departure has nothing to do with his performance, at least it can make him feel better.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Jose came out of the building and chatted and laughed with the players one by one. When Wang Ai came to Wang Ai, they were chatting and laughing amidst many searching and prying eyes.

Jose and Wang Ai are not necessarily movie kings, but they are obviously calm, rational and determined people. Now that the goals of each other are in conflict, and you don't want to tear your face, then you just have to rely on your own ability. Of course, without Matilde's phone call, Wang Ai would not be sure whether the flame in his chest would burn through his breastbone, and sprayed Jose on his face.

The training is routine, there is not much novelty, at least for Wang Ai. What is more interesting is the new teammate Pizarro. He is from Bayern and is Luo Tongliang's teammate, so he greeted Wang Ai enthusiastically and conducted a simple coordination exercise.

Pizarro has scored in double figures in the past few seasons, but he has scored 11 for three consecutive years. He belongs to the kind of forward who can't touch the golden boots but has a solid contribution and is very practical. It's a pity that Bayern has a lot of stars. He, a striker who is enough to be a leader in the average team, is increasingly marginalized in Bayern. So after the expiration of the contract, he broke up amicably and came to Chelsea with the idea of ​​making more money.

And Chelsea is tightening the money bag, and of course they will not refuse free "thugs", the more the better.

Jose is even more happy. It would be best if Wang Ai can be kept. If he can't keep it, Pizarro is also a help.

The training ended at 4:30 in the afternoon. After all, I just played a game yesterday, and the official league is on August 12, so I don’t worry.

The teammates got in the car one by one and drove out of the parking lot. After taking a bath, Wang Ai strolled back with his sneakers on his back. Jose did not call him, nor did he go to Jose. When he got home, he smelled the smell of stew in the kitchen. Schrappner, wearing a big apron and a chef hat, greeted him cheerfully, "Dinner at five." , And went back to the kitchen to work.

Wang Ai took a few steps upstairs, put down his belongings, and walked into the bathroom subconsciously. When the cold shower water hit his chest, he suddenly realized that he had taken a bath. Flicking the drops of water on the mirror, although the self in the mirror looked relaxed, even with a sneerful smile, the eyebrows frowned subconsciously.

Kang Si shouted to eat outside, Wang Ai turned off the shower, dried her body with a large towel, took a few deep breaths, and lifted her brows in the mirror.

A few steps downstairs to sit at the dining table, pick up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

"Oh!" Wang Ai sighed contentedly: "I really miss the taste of Baden! Eh Klaus, I think you can open a German restaurant."

"Really?" Schrappner forkped a piece of meat and put it in his mouth: "Well, there seems to be progress."

"Is it right?"

After dinner, Wang Ai helped to rinse the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. When he turned back, Kang Si dragged Wang Ai to the backyard for a swim. The sunlight outside the window was just right.

"Okay." Wang Ai nodded and promised: "I will check your body by the way."

"Huh?" Conscious did not understand.

Wang Ai made a boring mess, went upstairs to change the swimming trunks, swimming goggles, nose clip, and stood by the pool to warm up, unexpectedly telling Kang Si to push into the water. Looking back in the water, seeing the little girl's shameful expression, she seemed to understand and couldn't help laughing.

After playing for a while, it’s almost time to rest. Wang Ai came out of the pool and went out with Yan Zhu holding a football. The breeze was blowing and the football bounced. A few passing neighbors greeted Wang Ai enthusiastically, and Wang Ai returned one after another. Take a smiley face.

When the street lights were on, Wang Ai returned home with the ball. He didn't plan to practice more tonight because he was too tired. I got on the plane at this time yesterday and didn't sleep well all night. I went to the club this morning, went to practice in the afternoon, and practiced again at night. I felt a little overwhelmed.

I grabbed a few stewed beef briskets, drank half a cup of milk, and sent the rest to the refrigerator. Originally, I wanted to discuss the details with Schlappner, but there is no way now. Schlappner has already fallen asleep, let's talk about it tomorrow, anyway, there is still time.

After coming out of the shower, Wang Ai regained his energy, just like last night, originally very tired, but couldn't sleep. But today, Wang Ai was ruthless, and decisively went to the study to fetch "Guiguzi". As expected, the world was spinning before turning three pages.

I forgot to turn off the bedside lights.

At some point, Wang Ai woke up and didn't hear what the people around him were saying. He seemed to blame himself for sleeping without turning off the light. Wang Ai was too lazy to deal with it, and felt a pain in his face, so he lowered his head: "Oh, oh!"