Reborn on Top of Football

The morning breeze stirred the blue curtains along the window. The corner of the curtain was lifted, pushing a gold medal on the window sill to the side of the window sill bit by bit, and finally, it fell on the floor with a scream.

The calm breathing on the pale pink bed was interrupted, and a muscular arm stretched out from the quilt, and then someone "hehe" said in a strange tone: "What a beautiful day!"

Then, when the quilt moved, Wang Ai sat up, and the thin quilt fell from his shoulders, revealing his strong chest muscles and developed abdominal muscles, just like a waking giant. Xu Qinglian next to her closed her eyes and groaned twice, and ignored Wang Ai's tricky hands.

After winning the championship last night, Wang Ai was drunk and she was exhausted.

"Get up, Senior Sister and they will go back today." Wang Ai put his finger on Xu Qinglian's eyelid and forced her to open her eyes.

Xu Qinglian replied in a daze, "I see."

Unpretentiously, the quilt was lifted and a crisp "pop" opened Xu Qinglian's eyes instantly, clutching her **** and sitting up, staring at Wang Ai blankly, and suddenly gritted her teeth: "You are going to die!"

Gao Hongbo and his wife, who got up the same early, were right next door. They were sitting in front of the window sill and admiring the scenery of the forest outside the villa. Listening to the throbbing throbbing, scolding and laughing of the young couple, they smiled unconsciously.

The morning exercises could not be stopped, leaving behind resentful Xu Qinglian, Wang Ai went out and greeted Lao Gao before going downstairs. Lao Fan was ready.

These twenty days old Fan practiced with him every morning. Although he was determined not to go in the afternoon and evening, he came one and a half horses in the morning. This year, the 40-year-old Lao Fan can follow him. It is very powerful.

"Don't get hurt in the last game." The two chatted while jogging.

"Yeah." Wang Ai sprinted a few steps and caught up with the football that was about to roll off the road.

Fan Zhiyi was not in a hurry. He was able to follow him because he was always allowed to run. He was crazy like Wang Ai, and he was an old man. It was fatal.

After Wang Ai returned to his side after a while, Lao Fan continued, "Guide Xu has a few seedlings over there. You can help with them when you have time."

Wang Ai sighed: "Wu Lei and the others? How can I be free. This time I have to play in the top ten matches. After that, the Confederations Cup will be followed. There will be a month after the Confederations Cup, but the club will still have summer. Warm-up matches. I just don’t participate, and I can’t run away from those commercial activities, so I may not have time to go to Shanghai."

Fan Zhiyi smiled: "I'm going to bring some good seedlings with them, and practice with you when playing in the top ten matches."

Wang Ai looked at Lao Fan strangely: "Aren't you not the coach of the Shanghai team? Do you still care about this?"

"It should be managed." Lao Fan wiped the sweat from his head and looked around. He was on the outskirts of the golf course. Every day, Wang Ai stopped here for a while, doing movements in place.

Wang Ai also slowed down, hooked his foot, and grabbed the ball: "It's up to them. I'm already here. The height of Chinese football is already here. If they can work hard, they can rise a few meters. You said how many videos of my game have been watched by everyone, and what secrets are there."

Lao Fan smiled, stepped onto the periphery of the golf course, with his hands on his hips, and looked towards the front and back of the mountain: "It is more helpful to always be around. In my impression, Chen Tao and Zhao Xuri seem to be too Shouldn’t grow to the current height."

Wang Ai threw the ball to Zhao Dan and Liu Liang who were accompanying him, bent over to stand on the ground with both hands, and asked curiously, "What did you say?"

"Hey!" Fan Zhiyi pointed to his nose: "I have been doing this business for decades. I have been here since I was a child, and I have been there all these years after returning to China. I have an estimate of what a child will grow up to in the future. Moreover, the selection range of your group of people is too narrow, and the chance of appearing genius is too low. For example, in terms of physical fitness, which of your group of people can catch up with me?"

The inverted Wang Ai pulls his legs back and forth, left and right, to exercise his sense of balance, without delaying his mouth: "Me?"

Fan Zhiyi shook his head: "You are trained, eaten, or figured out. You are not a talent, but acquired. Just say this body, don’t look at your muscles, bones, tendons, etc. Not bad, but as long as you take out the photos of your childhood and look for an experienced youth training coach, you will know that you are only better at athletic ability, and you can end up with a national first-level athlete."

Wang Ai was unhappy, and retorted, "Better than you, look at your shoulder!"

Lao Fan is not angry either. The anger that should be irritated these days has long been born. Xiao Wang'er and Gao Hongbo are both like this, let alone him, smiling and patting his shoulder: "Don't just look at my shoulders. , You still have to see my strong back strength. I tell you, I am also a manifestation of strength. When you look at my shoulders, then I am really old. Anyway, I will tell you , Your talent is like this. You are not considered a genius athlete, but you are forcibly recruited. This is also the case among you. I tell you this is not to look down on you, but to tell you that in terms of talent, Wu Lei Those people are better than yours."

Wang Ai took a sigh of relief, and violently rolled his arms and stood up again: "Right?"

Lao Fan blinked, and the next words were silent, but Wang Ai said: "Tubingen Youth and Liaoning Football Association are affiliated units, and there are youth training exchanges every year. Similarly, Liaoning Football Association and Shanghai East Asia are also affiliated units, and there are also youth training exchanges. If conditions permit, the Tübingen youth will be open to them."

Lao Fan sighed: "That's good. To tell the truth, the domestic people are serious about youth training. If they can do it without problems, it will be Xu's guidance, oh, and your Liaozu, the other mess, I think You can’t find a good seedling. You can’t find a good seedling. 90, 92, and 94, all... Well. You said that you have a sense of urgency that day. If you guys retire, you will be a good teammate. Let’s listen. After that, I looked down and pondered, and this is really the truth. I finally came up, and it would be a shame to break."

Wang Ai smiled. Wu Lei and his group are probably from the 90s to 92s. They were in the low ebb period of the Chinese football international competition as a child, and they also caught up with the dark period of the domestic league. If it weren't for these children who are really talented, Xu Genbao's name is really big enough, and this group of parents are strong enough, it would be difficult to come out to practice.

Although they have many people and many talents, the overall situation may not be much better than the 84 countries that year.

But what Wang Ai didn't say to Fan Zhiyi was that in his Liao Junior team, that is, from the group of children from 96 to 98 to 00, there were a few geniuses that amazed Wang Ai.