Reborn on Top of Football

When Wang Ai pulled his suitcase and walked out of Jinan Airport, he accidentally ran into a large group of reporters in front of him. In a daze, Wang Ai thought there was a big celebrity, and motioned to Zhang Yonghai, who had returned from the same plane, to go to the side to hide. Unexpectedly, a sharp-eyed reporter recognized Wang Ai's face from under the red woolen hat and yellow ski goggles. , Took the lead and rushed over.

Wang Ai was dumbfounded, came at me?

"Lao Zhang, don't run!"

As soon as Zhang Yonghai was about to run, Wang Ai was stunned, and Er Bao whispered helplessly: "It has nothing to do with me, you caused it."

"Then you share the firepower for me."

"I, who cares about me, okay, you let go, I won't run." Er Bao shook his clothes, and couldn't run if he wanted to. The circle around him was full of reporters, and the chattering had already begun.

Wang Ai raised his hands: "Wait, everyone, how do you know that I came back today and this trip?"

"When you make a transfer halfway...ah, we have our channel anyway, can Wang Ai say a few words?"

Wang Ai was speechless. What am I talking about? I said that the people of Shandong have worked hard?

"What are your expectations for this game? How many do you plan to enter?"

Finally, there were normal questions, and Wang Ai exhaled: "The victory of the team is the first. If I need to score a few, I will work hard to score a few."

"I heard that you received the highest medal of honour awarded to foreigners by the Italian government. Is it true?"

"Yes, really."

"Bring the medal back? Can you show it to us?"

"It's kept in Milan's house. Guidance Zhang Luzhang got it four years ago."

"Have your girlfriend come back with you? When will you let everyone meet?"

"Why does my girlfriend want you to know you?" Wang Ai asked strangely: "Don't think you are a woman and I won't guard you."

The reporters laughed. Unexpectedly, the female reporter who asked the question was reluctant: "Is your girlfriend your classmate? I heard..."

Wang Ai raised his hand: "I solemnly explain. Regarding my personal feelings, I will not answer. No matter what you ask, I will not answer. Anyway, I will not give you a clear answer."

The reporters' cameras focused on Wang Ai's face. This was the first time Wang Ai mentioned his relationship problems publicly. The old reporters all know that you can't use all means to superb domestic sports stars like Wang Ai, because they often have identities within the system. When Wang Ai is here, he doesn't need to hype at all, his popularity is high enough.

"I can't stop you from asking, but you don't want to force me to say it." Wang Ai's expression was very formal.

This is how he drew the line for the domestic press. The scene fell silent, and other reporters immediately said: "Beckham has arrived in Milan, did you two have contact? Is he easy to contact in private?"

"No, I have been running back and forth during this period of time. I haven't attended the local public events in Milan very much, so I haven't been in touch for the time being." Wang Ai shook his head and said: "But I have been in contact before. In private, he is similar to other stars, but he seems More graceful."

"What do you think of his prospects in Milan? You should be the Milan Derby in a few days. You two have overlapping positions. Are you afraid of him?"

"No?" Wang Ai smiled: "We met on the court in Spain four years ago."

"Did you win? He seems to have a defensive ability?"

Wang Ai shook his head quickly: "Football is a collective sport. Don't think of it as a Cavaliers duel. Everyone is a group of teammates by your side, cooperating with each other. The outcome of the game is the strength of the collective, not what we personally do."

"Then what do you think of the prospects of the Milan Derby? After he comes, can you win the more powerful AC Milan?"

Wang Ai scratched his face: "I have the confidence to win with the team."

"What about the game against the Japanese team?"

Wang Ai smiled: "I have the confidence to win with the team."

Seeing that Wang Ai began to talk, the reporters pointed their guns at Zhang Yonghai, who had always been wearing a transparent man.

It took about ten minutes. Seeing that the reporters meant to be a press conference, Wang Ai hurriedly beckoned from afar, and Ma Dong squeezed over: "There will be a special press conference for the game the day after tomorrow. Welcome everyone to be a guest at that time. Wang Ai has been very tired after returning from the long distance. Please forgive me, thank you."

Wang Aigang took a breath, and not far from the airport, a large group of fans were waiting on the side of the road. It was very cold in Jinan in February. Looking around with the dim light, the darkness was full of people. Wang Ai was surprised. He couldn't help but walked a few steps forward to discover that the fans crowded in the front row were not as young as imagined. People, but a group of gentlemen.

"Little Wang'er, Little Wang'er!" Seeing Wang Ai approaching, the shouts rang.

"What's the matter with everyone? I think you didn't even get the autographs?" Wang Ai asked when he approached.

"Look at you if it's okay!" Several lords replied excitedly, and raised the banners in their hands, all with blessings.

"Thank you, thank you all, thank you all the elders and villagers in Jinan!" Wang Ai said loudly: "I am coming back with Zhang Yonghai this time, just to behave well in front of Shandong elders... Don't worry, I will definitely work hard."

"Thank you Xiao Wanger!" The fans responded in a group.

Wang Ai shook hands with the fans in the front three rows one after another, and waved to the rear when he had time. I have to say that these fans are extremely high-quality. I don't know how long they waited, but they didn't get past the thunder pool.

"It's very cold and it's late. Please go back and rest early. Don't worry, I'm not here to watch the football, but to play for everyone. Let's go back. I will appear in the Shandong Sports Center the day after tomorrow!"

Ma Dong followed to persuade, but the fans still followed the car that came to pick up Wang Ai and watched Wang Ai and his party get in and leave.

Inside the car with the warm wind blowing, Wang Ai took off the red woolen cap: "What's wrong with this? I'm so stressed."

"Aren't all the big stars in this pomp?" Ma Dong smiled.

Wang Ai glared at the captain of the school team at the time: "You don't know what I am like? I just ran away, feeling sorry for them."

"Do you want to stay if you don't run?"

"No? I really want to stay, at least shake hands with everyone? Let's have a chat? My time is time, not others?" Wang Ai shook his head: "Everyone is equal, you know? ?"

Ma Dongyu breathed a sigh of relief: "You should adapt. It's impossible to keep it secret now. Since you boarded the plane in Milan, someone has reported the letter. They check the timetable and find out where are you going."

Wang Ai frowned in distress; "To say that, I will really be less when I return to China. I still don't think they are in the stands. There are so many people standing by the road this winter, I feel heavy in my heart."

"Mr. Footballer of the world, the Chinese think this is the number one in the world." Ma Dong handed over a bottle of water: "Before everyone liked you, now they respect you."