Reborn on Top of Football

In addition to a bunch of Chinese, there are also German players from Tubingen. Most of the German players and employees have gone home on vacation, but there are also a few who make their homes in Tubingen, such as Feaver. Wang Ai and him hadn't seen each other for many years, and they found him after talking with their Chinese companions for a while and chatted for a while.

In the past few years, Lao Shen did not seek meritorious service, but did not seek demerit. He has never won any important awards, but he is second to none in Baden. In the case of nowhere to go upwards, both Leo Ni and Huang Xin are committed to downward development. At present, Tubingen 03 is in the state league and 05 is in the regional league. The echelon has been constructed, and the echelon's up and down channels are also growing healthily. The two children Rudy and Derby discovered by Wang Ai in the orphanage have all entered the 03 youth team.

Moreover, the Tübingen youth’s external relations are quite good. One is that Leo Ni has a wide network of contacts after being invited to become a senior in the German league, and the other is that the old Shen is definitely a good person to engage in relations. He will make you feel at home, absolutely appropriate. In addition, it is the foundation left by Wang Ai. The relationship between the club and the fans is good, the relationship is good with the society, and the relationship with the political and business circles is good.

It was almost done. Someone opened the karaoke in the conference room and started singing. It was about nine o'clock when Wang Ai went out with the trophy, and Kugel had already come to pick him up. The meeting was a warm hug.

The big fat man with gray hair still sighed: "Now I can't hold you anymore."

A moment later, in a Czech bar, Kugel stepped on the small stage and tapped the microphone. The bang awoke the wine guests who were preparing for the festival: "Today I am honored to have a few distinguished guests and a few precious souvenirs. "

Everyone saw that the waiter was taking the wine from the wine cabinet, and then placed a few unclear objects on it.

When the waiter set it up, Kuer sighed: "Next, let's welcome this distinguished guest in!"

Those who have come here are many years old drinkers, and they are also loyal fans of the Tubingen youth for many years, and they will join in anyway. In the clap of applause, the lights in the bar hall dimmed, and a beam of light from the ceiling aimed at the back door of the hall.

As soon as the door opened, a guy with a round head, round brain and well-developed limbs barked his teeth and leaned back. There was a clap of applause, and someone cried out in surprise: "Zhao! When will you be back?"

Zhao Xuri slid in front of everyone like walking on the runway: "I just came back today, Christmas Eve, it's still like home here!"

Zhao Xuri randomly chose a place to sit among the fans, and the old Kugel smiled and continued: "Please invite the next VIP!"

The door opened again, this time it was power center Gao Lin. He is not as dashing as Zhao Xuri, a little shy, just like Luo Tongliang back then, there was another hustle and bustle in the bar.

Then, Hao Junmin, Zhou Haibin, Mao Jianqing, and Zeng Cheng appeared one after another. Although the latter few also often come to the bar, today is different from the past. Today is Christmas Eve, and today is the winter break!

Everyone sat casually among the fans, and Old Kugel coughed: "Finally, we still have a VIP. He has been away for many years, but we all have been caring about his news. He also came back especially today, he said, Tubingen and Czech bars are his home."

Everyone listened quietly, and secretly guessed, Zhao Xuri and the others listened with a smile.

"A long time ago I thought that he would eventually shock the world. Now, he really did it. He is the best star of our Tubingen youth going out. He is the pride of our city." Kugelshen Take a breath: "Next, please invite the 2009 World Footballer, Dr. Wang!"

With a boom, everyone stood up.

The door opened again. This time, unlike Zhao Xuri who pushed it by himself, it was the door opened by the two waiters of Kugel himself. Even the light in the bar was dimmed. A beam of light flowed down from the ceiling and aimed at it. Young people showing up.

He was wearing a yellow sweater on his upper body, a down jacket with open arms, a pair of loose sports trousers on his lower body, and a pair of Adidas casual shoes on his feet.

Sudden applause and whistles flooded Wang Ai's body.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, he won't go, he won't go!" Kugel said loudly to maintain order.

Wang Ai smiled and walked in front of the people amidst cheers. People along the way either clapped or reached out to give him a high-five. Many of them were vaguely familiar faces. They were young and old fans of Tubingen for many years. The performance was even more enthusiastic. Some even took Wang Ai's arm and pointed at himself: "Dr. Wang, do you still know me?"

Wang Ai may have forgotten their names, but he will never forget their faces or their nicknames.

After a lively period, old Kugel came for the third blow tonight, and invited Wang Ai to go to the back of the bar and personally took off the coat that covered the three trophies. The small bar was already boiling.

After listening to the church bells and tasting the distinctive New Year's roast goose in a Czech bar, they were taken to take countless photos and said countless words, and people finally left reluctantly. It is difficult for them to see a world footballer in their entire life, and it is difficult for them to see such important three trophies in their entire lives.

"Thank you." At the door of the closing bar, Kugel hugged Wang Ai: "I know your appearance fee is at least 500,000 euros."

"Your roast goose is delicious." Wang Ai touched his stomach.

Kugel laughed heartily, and took a big plastic bag: "This is the roast pork and sizzling cheese I made by myself. It's a show fee for you."

"Very good!" Wang Ai took the plastic bag: "Tomorrow I will go to your store, I will go back now."

The light of the bar stayed behind, and the lights of the houses in the town were also turned off one by one. Mao Jianqing drank and hugged one of Zeng Cheng's arms and feet were scattered. Zhou Haibin took a piece of cheese from the lunch box in Zhao Xuri's hands: "Old Kugel's craftsmanship is really good. Boss, we have gone to the hotel. Will you go too?"

"I'll go home and have a look." Wang Ai waved his hand: "Let's go, see if it's going to snow."

Everyone was scattered at the intersection. Wang Ai carried a large plastic bag that had been divided into one third and walked to Denzengboge community. Yan Zhu had been sent away by Wang Ai and went to sleep with his wife Li Jue. There was only one Liu Liang by his side. He was few and curious.

"I heard that a bronze statue will be erected for you?"

"Well, I have been talking for several years, but I didn't agree."

"Isn't there a lot of stars will be erected bronze statues? Or you don't want to be too public?"

"It's not time." Wang Ai replied briefly: "I'm still young, and there will be other achievements in the future. If I set up now, I will have to change it if I think it's not appropriate in the future. It's troublesome."

Liu Liang whistled, not knowing what his mood was.