Reborn on Top of Football

John Terry, Chelsea’s meritorious captain and flag, was questioned one after another by the players in this gathering of people’s hearts and was very embarrassed. Jose’s opponent, Sheva, and others also refused to give their support, and as a result the meeting failed to achieve any purpose.

At three in the afternoon, people dispersed.

"It will always pass, John." At the door of the meeting room, Wang Ai comforted the lost Terry.

Terry turned around and smiled reluctantly: "Well, thank you."

Wang Ai nodded, and suddenly said: "I actually understand you. It is really difficult to choose between your beloved club and your beloved coach. Knowing that the coach can't fight the club and leave sooner or later. Under circumstances, ending the turmoil as soon as possible is a wise choice and the best for the team. Believe me, they are still sad today, but they will understand you after all."

Terry opened his eyes wide, as if he had met Wang Ai for the first time. He shook his head after hearing it, hugged Wang Ai, said nothing, and took a deep breath for a long time.

After a long while, separated from Wang Ai, Terry wiped his wet eyes: "Thank you my brother. No matter where you go, you are still my brother."

"I'm honored." Wang Ai and Terry shook hands: "By the way, will I be there for tomorrow's game?"

Terry heard the sound, grinned awkwardly, and scratched his hair: "This..."

"I can understand." Wang Ai nodded: "Then I'll go back first. Everyone is in a bad mood. I won't train with everyone. I may come alone at night. Didn't you say that I should not come?"

"no problem."

Wang Ai walked out of the meeting room, and Terry chased it from behind: "Wiwi, the situation in the club is very, very irritable and unstable. Although there is no you in tomorrow's game, you still have to be prepared, alas! Understand you too."

"Ok, I get it."

There are still many things to do with Wang Ai. Yesterday Jose left, he saw him off, by the way, sent an invitation, and got the club’s transfer approval, which was implemented this morning. All these drastic changes are too fast. At the speed of modern media, the country has to react for a while.

Wang Ai needs to personally report the news of his transfer to the leaders, to the leaders of the sports mouth and the diplomatic mouth, and to the friends of the propaganda mouth, mainly Zhang Bin and the others: I am going to Inter Milan again!

Sure enough, Zhang Bin, who received a call from Wang Ai, was shocked: "How are you going to turn around? I just heard that Jose is out of class, so tell me you are going to Italy in winter? My goodness! Those guys who bought Serie A this year Neng Le is crying! It's time to scold your mother for buying the Premier League!"

Wang Ai listened to Zhang Bin's nagging with a smile, and said slowly after he finished speaking: "This is nothing, there is a big news, it can scare you to death!"

"Huh? Say it?"

Wang Ai can imagine Zhang Bin's staring goldfish-eyed expression on the phone, so he smiled: "Don't worry, it hasn't been implemented yet. It is not good for everyone to say it now. Oh, I promise, I promise this news. After it is confirmed, I will be the first to inform you. How about? Outside of the leadership, you are the first?"

"press!"

"Ok!"

Zhang Bin sighed contentedly: "It's not in vain that I have suffered from you for seven or eight years."

Wang Ai was unhappy: "When did you lose me? Asking me to eat a few meals and nagging for so long, are you menopausal?"

"Playing stupid? What do you call me all the time?"

"Brother Zhang? Why are you not happy? Sister Zhang?"

"Don't be bullshit!" Zhang Bin gasped, "Then what do you call Bai Yansong? I can watch that TV show. You call him uncle. I'm as big as him. You are a generation shorter than you. !"

Wang Ai really didn't pay attention. He was used to screaming casually. It was a bit embarrassing to ask someone to reveal it, so he said carefully: "This, maybe because you are a sportsman and look young?"

Zhang Bin looked up in the office mirror and touched his fat face, then smiled: "It makes sense!"

At four o'clock in the afternoon the next day, Chelsea went northwest to Old Trafford, and the eyes of the world were attracted to this stadium. Chelsea, who was changing coaches on the fly, and the internal chaos, met the old and hot Ferguson, the result was doomed. No one expected the miracle of Chelsea, especially after Wiwi was unexpectedly not on the big list, and it was secretly said that this amazing guy had decided to leave London in the winter.

People watched Chelsea's jokes, and the Blues fans blatantly slogan "Mourinho is the best" at Old Trafford. As a result, Manchester United scored a goal each in the second half and easily subdued a terrible opponent. In fact, Manchester United can still make more, but Ferguson's plan to harass Chelsea for several years has been successful. There is no need to attract too much hatred at the last moment. The score of 2:0 is not more or less. It is better to let Chelsea's civil unrest continue for a while. .

Watching TV, Wang Ai saw the face of the old Sir Alex from the camera and pointed to the screen and said: "This old man is very bad. He babbles Chelsea for ugly, and finally shakes Mr. Roman. In fact, there is no beautiful way to play in the Premier League. The team? Each one is unscrupulous in order to win. They bullied Mr. Roman as an outsider and bullied him as an outsider. Just wait for today. Chelsea is over and Manchester United's spring is here."

Xu Qinglian smiled and said, "So bad?"

Wang Ai shrugged: "British, the famous long-tongued woman in the world, this set of skills are all trained from her own family. While instigating others to fight, while stealing pleasure, look, the Slavs are not fooled again. Now? The British like the Slavs the most, oh, and there are Germans. They are simple and violent, and they just catch fire."

"Do you like Chinese people?"

Wang Ai hesitated and shook his head: "I don't like it, the Chinese are thick-skinned."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that we will not be easily fooled." Wang Ai shook his head: "We know what we want and how we can get it. For this goal, we can do our own thing, even bow to our knees. Our culture It’s too splendid and there is enough nutrition for us to absorb. The British can also deal with that kind of two poles. Realists like us don’t believe in that. In fact, the Japanese are more likeable than us, at least the Japanese There are also times when the second grade is in the top.

"Huh, you are good. By the way, do you really want to rest for three months?"

Wang Aiha pointed to the TV with a loud voice: "If you have another game like this, the club should be on fire. Victory can be beautiful, and big wins are the best. They will find that they need me more than ever."

Speaking of this, Wang Ai looked at Xu Qinglian and the others with a smile: "Otherwise, why did Inter come on the same day? Really they are so idle? They just know that if you don't take this opportunity to finalize the contract, Chelsea will regret it. Roman Sir, I would rather not renew my contract, and let me go free when the time comes, and not let me go. Take a look, similar voices will appear repeatedly in the next few years."