Reborn on Top of Football

On January 4, 2010, the national team ate a meal at the Tubingen Youth Hotel. The national leagues are about to reopen, and everyone will go their separate ways. The so-called "revolutionary career often breaks up, the same difference is the same." When a professional player is still a national, it is always inevitable to split and reunite. But now officially entering 2010, the feelings of each other are also very different.

When Wang Ai left the hotel that night, Sun Jihai deliberately followed Wang Ai for a while, and said something heart-stirring: "Except for you, I am the best player in the career development of the entire Chinese football game. Nothing. I'm not satisfied. I planned to return to China and spend a few years with pension funds in the past two years, but I asked you to arouse my enthusiasm. Twenty years ago, I was a long-distance runner in the sea. How dare you think about today? ?? Sometimes I have to flip through my notebook when I come back from the bathroom in the middle of the night. Do I really want to hold the Hercules Cup?"

Looking at Wang Ai's contemptuous eyes, it was rare for Lao Sun not to be angry, nor to quarrel: "Brother will be 37 in the next year, and I can't keep up with you when I die, only this year."

"Just this time!" Lao Sun suddenly got excited and shook Wang Ai's shoulders: "Just this time, I broke my leg! I will stay with you to the end!"

Wang Ai turned his head and looked seriously at Sun Jihai, who was "the old man talks about being crazy about teenagers".

The old grandson raised his head and looked at the dark night sky: "Who the **** is born shorter than anyone? They have been practicing for twenty years, and I have not been idle! The monk touched the nun's head? I can't touch it. I want to touch it! Touch it enough!"

Saying goodbye to the passionate and wavering grandson, Wang Ai walked slowly home with his hands on his back and his head down. Even Lao Sun, who has such a peculiar way of thinking and is not in the same tune with others, has begun to consciously align with others, which shows that it is correct to call out the goal. So far, the morale of the team is okay. The key is still a tactical problem.

Wang Ai has not made up his mind until today. Last time he returned to China to play in the Asian Cup qualifiers, everyone practiced and felt it was OK, but the opponent's strength is so poor, and the results of the test are not accurate. But Lao Gao also said that his position change is of great importance. If it is the Chinese team's ultimate move, it cannot be used in the World Cup warm-up match.

At present, it can only be tested by the resistance match within the team.

It is not far from the Tubingen Youth Hotel to home. Even if Wang Ai walked slowly, thinking about things as he walked, he did not wait for him to figure it out before he got home.

The light in the living room and the soft music in the living room leaked from the crack of the door. Hearing Wang Ai's footsteps, Huang Xin greeted him: "I bought the hawthorn cake, come in and taste it."

"Really?" Wang Ai barked his teeth, "You said I am a man, why do I still like snacks?"

Huang Xinfei rolled her eyes: "No discrimination against women is allowed."

"Why are you here?"

"Your implication is that women are lazy."

"How can eating snacks be like being lazy and delicious? Food color is also good."

The two entered the house with a fight. Wang Ai stretched out his hand from the coffee table in the living room and grabbed a plate of hawthorn cake. Yang Jun and the others were already eating it. This plate was specially reserved for Wang Ai.

"Don't think about it, eat delicious food." Huang Xin slapped Wang Ai's hand by the bedroom window on the second floor: "Do everything to your fate. No matter how sorry, pity and pity you are, the chances of the Chinese team winning the championship It’s still very low. You put in your energy to be restrained, but don’t be like last year."

Wang Ai said "Uh", and the focus fell from the vastness outside the window to Huang Xin's face: "What happened last year? It's nothing serious. I just sat in the field."

Huang Xin squeezed a melonless fruit and stuffed it in Wang Ai's mouth: "It's nothing serious? You didn't know that. Yan Zhu reported it. Our whole family knew it."

"Wh, what?" Wang Ai opened his eyes in surprise.

"You are depression!"

"But I have no thoughts of suicide."

"The initial depression did not have suicidal thoughts." Huang Xin solemnly said: "In the early stage, it was just overthinking and poor sleep. However, poor sleep will directly reduce the body's function, unwilling to eat, and have no interest in doing anything. Gradually weary of the world, you are not there yet."

Watching Wang Ai picked up the hawthorn cake and slowly ate it in his mouth, Huang Xin sighed, "We asked the doctor and we were all frightened. In fact, the leaders knew that if you didn’t adjust it later, the organization would have planned. Got involved."

Wang Aishu let out a sigh of relief: "Okay, I don't want to! Oh, I was too full just now, I am not hungry... Or you accompany me for a walk, and then I come back to practice. If you are hungry, you can do something for me. delicious?"

Huang Xin looked at Wang Ai, not crying or laughing, and must admit that what he said was reasonable. Wu Dalang played night owls, who played with birds, and who wanted to play tricks.

But speaking of it, the difference is imminent, and the two also have a meaningful aftertaste. On this winter night, it is a good choice to walk among the snowmen and snow walls on the side of the road. So the two put on thick clothes again, and quietly went downstairs.

Yang Jun and Liu Liang followed not far behind, watching the two bosses get nervous: Mr. Huang was actually having a snowball fight with Dr. Wang... Mr. Huang fell on the snow with his butt, and Dr. Wang’s face was piled with snow... Mr. Huang was anxious. , Grabbed Dr. Wang’s clothes into the snowdrift... Wow, Dr. Wang’s head was stuck in the snowman’s belly...

"Bah, baah!" Wang Ai pulled out his head, spitting out: "Inferior, vulgar, and vulgar! Shouldn't we go to listen to an opera and slap the piano?"

Seeing that Wang Ai was not angry, Huang Xin didn't care, and walked forward with her hands behind her back. In this small town where she had lived for more than four years, everything seemed to be the first day.

The next morning, Wang Ai left, and Huang Xin, who was sitting in the office, returned to normal, but occasionally glanced at the stadium unconsciously.

After a night of no distraction, Wang Ai on the way back to Milan started thinking again, but this time he was emotionally relaxed a lot. He suddenly discovered a loophole he designed yesterday. He originally wanted to apply with Jose after returning to Milan to try to play midfield.

Since the opponents of the national team are not good enough to practice, and if you practice with strong hands, you are afraid that people will see it. Then I can't finish training by myself? The teammates are all world-class, and the opponents are also world-class. As long as I practice it by myself, I will be alive if I intervene in the group of people who can no longer be familiar with the Chinese team?

When I thought this way yesterday, I thought it made sense. On the way back today, I thought about it again: Are you stupid!

Opponents are staring at the warm-up match of the Chinese team instead of staring at the recent performance of your soul figure? You suddenly change to midfield, and the fool can guess that the Chinese team is going to play a new one.

Come on, this trick is not easy.

Listening to Wang Ai's sigh, Yan Zhu, who drove, rarely spoke: "I think I can practice in the team for a while, and I will wait until the last warm-up match before the opening of the World Cup. It should be too late for the opponent."