Reborn on Top of Football

Jose hurriedly forgot the result of 6 goals in a single game. When he calmed down and wanted to change, he suddenly didn't dare. If the Italian media mentions after the game: "If it were not replaced early, maybe he would tie the highest single game record in the five major leagues..."

At the thought of this, Jose shuddered!

When the superstars under his team rushed to this height, the coach's authority trembled. Listen, the audience shouted "Desiderare" in unison! Listen, there is a dangerous sound of squeaking and flapping behind the wire fence! Listen, the constant shouts from the police and security on the scene demanding calmness! Listen, the uncontrollable excitement of the heartbeat in my chest!

Jose looked at the situation on the court and wandered around the world: He really envied him! I have such a performance when I want to play, who dare to scold me!

So, after the game time finally reached 91 minutes, after the referee blew the final whistle, Jose learned the habit of the Latins, waving his arms and shouting with grim faces!

At the same time, he was looking forward to it, hurry up, king, dear king, come and celebrate with me!

Wang Ai hasn't come for a long time. Some fans have already jumped out of the stands and rushed into the stadium. Inter Milan's staff could not restrain the passion and rushed into the stadium. Teammates surrounded him, and the reporters rushed forward, asking random questions.

Fortunately, at this time, Wang Ai has calmed down. He has broken too many records. He has long lost the ecstasy he had at the beginning. Under the embrace of his teammates, he smiled at the reporters: "I will apply to the coach and the club. Attend the post-match press conference, where to go if you have any questions, I will answer patiently."

The reporters were unrelenting and vying for first-hand news. Wang Ai couldn't avoid it, and his teammates couldn't move. The first 91 minutes was the professional battlefield for Wang Ai and the others, and now it is the professional battlefield for reporters.

On professionalism, no one is bad!

"Well, I heard the explanation from the live commentator just now. This is another 6 goals in a single game after 75 years. Uh..." Wang Ai paused: "I like the weather, food, clothing, and history in Milan. , Culture, fans, I almost like everything here. So be sure to ask me what it means, then, dedicate it to Inter Milan."

"What else? What else?"

Wang Ai had to stop again, making a grimace and saying, "If there is another, you can write that this is a gift from the eastern end of Eurasia to the western end, China and Italy..."

Wang Ai raised both arms and clasped his hands tightly: "Great friend!"

In the shots of various countries, Wang Ai's expression was sincere, relaxed and enthusiastic, and his teammates around him whistled.

Too Nima can say it!

We need your eloquence to earn at least one million more a year!

Seeing this scene, He Wei and Tao Wei couldn't help but smile and shook their heads. In private, Wang Ai didn't often say these lofty words. However, they would choose occasions and opportunities! After finishing today's remarks, if Italy does not give him an "ambassador of friendship between the two countries" next year, it will not be justified!

On the sidelines, Wang Ai paused with open arms, and a tiger swooped into Jose. At this time, he was a little grateful to Jose. If it weren't for Jose's persecution, he might really have stayed at five goals.

In the game, he couldn't think about it too well, and Wang Ai didn't know the record of 6 goals was so sensational.

For 10 minutes, Wang Aicai walked from the center of the field to the dressing room, and attended the press conference briefly after taking a shower and changing clothes. Unsurprisingly, this became his personal press conference. By this time, Wang Ai, who had completely calmed down, became gentle and polite, coping freely, and talking and laughing.

At the end of the one-hour press conference, Wang Ai went to the parking lot. Just now, Kang Si had gone to the locker room to help Wang Ai pack his luggage after the other players had left. In the parking lot Ivecury, Wang Ai’s family laughed again and again, Shi Wenjun asked: "It's really 75 years?"

Wang Ai spread his hands: "How do I know? People say I believe it."

"Also, it's boring!" Shi Wenjun waved and turned his head: "Go home."

"No, take me to this place to check out first." Wang Ai handed Zhao Dan a note: "I'm going to invite everyone to dinner, shit, they probably all finished eating, I haven't caught up with the money!"

Sure enough, the restaurants frequently visited by Inter Milan were already empty, and there was a poor bill waiting for Wang Ai to pay. If it is not for everyone to come, people will not allow credit.

In fact, the money is not much, about 2,000 euros, but it has calmed everyone's envy and hatred! Wang Ai, who was out of the restaurant, went to a popular bar again, and went in and sat for 5 minutes to urinate. Anyway, everyone knew he was like this.

In fact, everyone is very grateful to him. If it weren't for his teammates, Wang Ai would never come once.

Now, it's not last winter, no one dares to force him, anything! They can only count on Wang Ai to get along with everyone on an equal footing as before.

After today, this is a name destined to be chanted by people in the next 100 years. At that time, their names might have been forgotten.

For another 6,000 euros, Wang Ai went out. Wang Ai, who had a salary of 20,000 a day, didn’t care. He looked back at the feasting and feasting while still gazing at his various beauties. He smiled and went into the driveway: "Go, let’s pass by Italian nightlife!"

"Where are you going?" Kang Si said excitedly.

"Go home!" Wang Ai waved excitedly.

The women rolled their eyes!

It is impossible to go home directly. Wang Ai’s Iveco drove directly to the Georgian restaurant in the small town of Appiano. On the way, he received a congratulatory call from General Manager Adi and a congratulatory call from Schlappner.

Of course, other kinds of friends are mainly text messages, and there will definitely be another wave tomorrow.

While Wang Ai was lively joking with Georgian restaurant owners, waiters, and customers, Ibrahimovic, who was on a shift today, was also having a dull supper at home. The manager had just left, but his words left him upset.

"Ibra, you are destined to be only the second star in Inter Milan, your core position is gone, or he said that only if you have it."

"Ibra, today he played center and scored six. It was a demonstration against you and a grab for your status."

"Ibra, you used to be Inter Milan's irreplaceable frontcourt core, but today he told Massimo, he can do what you can do, and do better than you."

"Ibra...Ibra...Ibra..."

Of course, Ibrahimovic's heart is not a taste, drinking beer and looking at the mottled night of Milan, lost in thought.

At the same time, He Wei, Tao Wei and their assistants who had rushed to Wang Ai's house first and met at the Georgian restaurant also asked this question during the dinner.

"Ibrahimovic..." Wang Aigang said, and was pulled by Xu Qinglian. After that, Kang Si realized that he came to Wang Ai and shook her head.

New Year's Day and second more!

Huh? Is this an event for me? Why did I forget to notify in advance?

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Today, oh no, continue to add more during the day tomorrow, for "silent will"