Reborn on Top of Football

In the evening, the well-dressed Mancini took Wang Ai to this artistically vicissitudes of course. Although it is not a match day, it is a day for youth teams, women's football and even social events, but it does not prevent Mancini from leading Wang Ai into the field.

After all, most of this place still belongs to the two Milan, or else there would be no museum dedicated to them. The two locker rooms that open to each other are not one red and black, one blue and black. From this perspective, other teams playing in this stadium are considered away.

Mancini didn't talk much. He followed the player's channel to the edge of the court, and then stepped onto the turf. He didn't say a few more words until Wang Ai asked him: "Can I sit in the stands", "Except for the South Stand." "

Wang Ai smiled, he still knows this common sense. From the first floor to the second floor to the third floor, Mancini hugged his shoulders on the turf and watched Wang Ai go up and down until finally he sat on the edge of the second floor and waved at Mancini: "Coach, you go back first. I want to sit for a while."

"I will rest at the base in the evening!" Mancini exhorted, and when Wang Ai nodded, he didn't say any more and left the court.

He has seen a lot of the quirks of various players, and he himself has some strange hobbies. As long as you can get into the state faster, no matter what method you use.

Wang Ai was sitting almost alone in the north stand, looking at the goal under his feet and the slowly dim turf in the distance, slowly closing his eyes and recalling the scenes of the glitz and shadows in the game, feeling that the chairs under his **** seemed to be all It shook. Although the people here are absolute supporting roles, they try their best to show themselves in every game. The huge and exaggerated flags, posters, banners, slogans, and actions show their fanaticism and obsession with the team.

Wang Ai was a little envious of this emotion, but also a little afraid. Being able to devote one's heart and soul to a "career", in any case, the sense of gain is extraordinary. But the same is true, loss of reason and calm will make wrong choices, such as fighting.

Wang Ai wanted to use the enthusiastic fans to quickly enter Inter Milan's state, but because of hesitation, after sitting for more than half an hour, apart from feeling cold all over, there was no flame in his heart.

Wang Ai has some judgments about his state. There are many reasons, one is physical and mental exhaustion from the long-term competition, and the other is the Golden Globe Award plus looking around at a loss. The physical and mental fatigue is easy to handle, just take it easy, but the Golden Globe plus behind means that he has almost reached the top in the professional arena, what next? Two big prizes together? Compete with the upcoming Merlot era and become the Big Three? Wang Ai felt that there was no impulse in his heart.

Wang Ai knows that his mental state is dangerous. This is a problem faced by the first crowned star. Some have crossed this obstacle and set off again, and then become more and more brilliant, while some have not crossed over, being pushed forward by business and honor, repeating themselves. Wang Ai didn't want to repeat himself, it was boring, but he went further, and lazily couldn't be interested.

"If there is still no way, I can only rely on the professionalism of professional players to restrain myself."

On the return journey, Wang Ai sat in the back seat looking at the dim lights outside the window, muttering in a low voice. Kang Si, Yan Zhu, and Lao Liu, who came out with him today, have all heard it, and there is nothing to do in a hurry.

Inter Milan’s practice is to concentrate on the day before the game, in a crowded dormitory. Because Milan is so luxurious, the lives of the stars are usually too rich. If you don’t call everyone on the day before, you won’t be able to find anyone on the day of the game the next day, or bring a car of drunks.

So don't look at the strictness of this day, but it is already incredibly loose. At least Wang Ai has been at Chelsea for two and a half years. Except for the long journey, he needs to arrive at the away game a day earlier. He has never concentrated in advance at other times. However, Chelsea players rarely violate discipline. Training with a full body of alcohol like Adriano, from Terry to Jose to Mr. Roman, will never be allowed.

After tidying up at home, with a laptop, Wang Ai approached the dormitory assigned to him by the base: a room with Crespo, Maniche, and Materazzi, and a good relationship with Crespo. I am also familiar with Maniche. Although I am not familiar with Materazzi, Wang Ai knows Zidane's resentment towards him.

Before the 06 World Cup, Materazzi was at best a somewhat famous Italian star, while Zidane is already well-known in the world. The status of the two is at least one level behind. However, it is this ordinary defender with a big nose that angers Zidane. By the way, Zidane's two awards and the likely championship of the French team were lost. This battle made him notorious in the world, but he was highly respected in Italy.

The dormitory is very small and old. When Wang Ai arrives, Materazzi is chatting with Maniche. Crespo is not there. He is not on the list tomorrow. He is still recovering.

"Hi, wiwi!" Materazzi greeted enthusiastically, and the chubby Maniche smiled.

"Hi, Marco, Ricardo, which one is my bed? Is this? Oh, I like to rely on the window." Wang Ai sat down beside Maniche: "By the way, why didn't the club keep the room? Renovate? It’s too broken, not as good as my garage."

With a spit, Materazzi nodded his head: "Yes, before every match day, I think of my treatment when I was in the Perugia youth team. It was terrible. Winter is fine, yes. Heating, but no air conditioning in summer."

Maniche made a horrified expression: "No air conditioning? In Apennine, Yare?"

"Yes, I usually sleep on the floor."

Wang Ai and Maniche looked at each other and nodded together: "We seem to have come to the wrong place."

"Cobham is luxurious, right?"

Maniche shrugged: "Golden Ruble!"

Wang Ai didn't complain this time: "Newly built, only five or six years old, here, like Meazza Stadium, it has been hundreds of years, right?"

"No, about sixty years, still very young."

Several people laughed, and their laughter even attracted Zanetti and Cambiasso next door. These four are all veterans. The difference is that Maniche and Wang Ai are both newcomers. Both captains are a little worried about their integration, especially Wang Ai, who behaves strangely, so Wang Ai is assigned to be optimistic. A room of cheerful Materazzi.

It sounds like a few people talked pretty well.

At 8:30 in the evening, Wang Ai got up and said hello to the two roommates, and went to practice at night. Unfortunately, after a long lap, I found out that the gym at the base is not open at night, and there is no supper. Zanetti returned home a hundred meters away, with a clear expression of disbelief.

The family is not very used to this regulation of Inter.