Reborn on Top of Football

  At half past nine in the evening, the leaders and guests withdrew, leaving this large farmhouse with the national team. Singing, dancing, chatting, playing cards, drinking, eating barbecue, and of course, running shirtless outside.

  Neither morning exercise nor night exercise nor training during the day in these two days, Wang Ai felt uncomfortable all over her body. It just so happened that the leaders and the guests were gone, even Lao Gao and the older ones ran away. Only Chen Yang and Ma Dong were still playing with them, so he didn't care.

  I promised my neighbor when I went out in the morning, so it didn’t matter what time I called, whether my love would come or not, anyway, I have this little time.

  Half an hour later, a private car really drove to the entrance of the resort. Wang Ai's phone rang again. After Zhao Dan, who was holding the phone for him temporarily, connected, the father and son were picked up. Wang Ai had previously judged that this kid had no talent for football, and in fact he didn't have much sports enthusiasm. He was just on a whim, so he was also a neighbor.

   said that more love football is not enough, more inclined to chase stars.

  Well, the national team is here tonight. There are no messy women yet, so I'm not afraid you will see it.

  Sure enough, the eyes of the father and son were not enough when they entered the resort.

  I heard that this kid is going to practice with Wang Ai, and all his teammates who are still sober got together. They have issued a military order to open a training camp in the winter.

  "Let me see the ball." Wang Ai stretched out his hand to the child, and the child came over and delivered the new football to Wang Ai.

   "Lack of breath." Wang Ai knew it with a squeeze, and looked at the father and son at the same time.

  I understand even more in my heart. I must have never practiced ball before, that is, I want to buy one temporarily in order to chase the star. If I cheer too much, I am afraid that it will blow up, so I keep my strength. Thinking of this, Wang Ai walked to the bench by the yard and picked up his coat, took out a gas needle and a small pump from inside, put the ball on the ground and pressed it, and then began to babble and babble five times. Half, press again, and then stand up.

  Wang Ai bent over and smiled at the child: "Are you going to practice with me, or watch me practice?"

  The child tangled up, and Wang Ai smiled: "Come on, run two laps with me, warm up, rest when you are tired, I am much older than you, so in terms of physical fitness, don't climb on me, okay?"

As soon as the child agreed, Wang Ai took the child to run along the Yong Road around the resort, and ran for about one and a half laps. The little fat man couldn’t breathe anymore, and Wang Ai became a brisk walk. The child ran back to the yard.

"Let’s practice ball games? Anyone who wants to digest and eat is also active. I haven’t moved and eaten for two days. Be careful of being overweight!" Wang Ai yelled casually. Someone came out of the room and brought out a few balls. .

  This is a football team. It’s easy to eat and it’s not difficult to find a ball.

   After playing for more than half an hour, Wang Ai also took a picture with the child, and the father and son returned.

   "The conditions are a little worse." Chen Tao, who was standing side by side with Wang Ai, commented when the man left.

   "Hmm." Wang Ai replied, turned back, and stirred up a football to continue swaying: "Which so many geniuses, most of them are of this quality."

   "Then we all recruit this in winter, but it really becomes a winter camp."

   "No." Wang Ai shook his head, and then smiled at Chen Tao weirdly: "You will know when the time comes. Take advantage of the free time to find this coach's manual."

   "Boss, boss, referee to us." As he said, someone shouted not far in front.

Wang Ai went over and saw that it turned out that Feng Xiaoting and Zhao Xuri were in a match. The two of them had to make a long pass in the middle of the night. They had to designate a circle in the distance. Everyone kicked the ball 20 meters apart, and whoever hit the origin. Whoever wins is more. This kind of game is usually played during training, but isn't the money paid tonight? Probably the money is hot, and the two take the bonus as a bet.

   "What's the point of this?" Wang Ai curled his lips, and pointed at the basketball shelf leaning against the courtyard wall: "It's better than shooting."

  Zhao Xuri opened his eyes wide and pointed to his sneakers: "With your feet?"

   "Isn't that nonsense? Are you not a football player?" Wang Ai waved his hand: "Get out of the way, I'll make one first. By the way, anyone hasn't placed a bet? Hurry up!"

   "Boss!" Wang Ai was about to kick his feet, his arms slammed by several people: "What else do we play if you want to participate?"

   "That is, the team leader can't set up a game to pit players' money!" Bai Guanghai held Chen Yang's shoulders and sneered at the craze.

  "Fucking, tens of thousands of dollars for me?" Wang Ai pointed at Zhang Yonghai: "Brother Erbao, tell him how much money I have."

   Brother Erbao shook his head: “I don’t know if tens of thousands of dollars will be worth it, but I know that a few hundred dollars will definitely not be worth it.”

"What's the meaning?"

  "The two of them." Brother Erbao pointed at Feng Xiaoting and Zhao Xuri: "The two small seizures cost ten dollars."

  Wang Ai Yangtian sighed: "I am a man of hundreds of thousands who are wasting his life here with you every minute!"

   Seeing Wang Ai left, Chen Tao coughed: "I'll come."

  Chen Tao was immediately scolded by a group of people, and your **** footwork is second only to the boss!

  Looking at the teammates giggling and humming over there, Wang Ai and the waiter who was packing up the restaurant greeted them, took a pot of tea and sat down and happily, forgetting when the last time it was so easy. At this time, Luo Tongliang was still pulling Zheng Zhi and Zong Lei to sing "True Heroes" with Li Weifeng, anyway, the ghosts were crying and howling.

  The noise continued until the latter half of the night, when everyone went upstairs to rest.

  The next morning, Wang Ai woke up on time. After washing, he changed clothes and went downstairs. He found that Chen Tao was sitting on the courtyard wall looking at the orchard outside in a daze. He heard the voice turning back: "Boss, training?"

   "Hmm." Wang Ai did a stretch in place: "Together?"

   "Okay." Chen Tao jumped off the courtyard wall.

  The two were jogging along the outer Yong Road, and Wang Ai asked casually: "What's wrong, looking at you a little melancholy?"

  Chen Tao shook his angular face and shook his head without saying a word.

  Wang Ai squinted at him, and suddenly accelerated. Chen Tao was shocked, then laughed and followed the boss's pace.

  As long as Wang Ai can solve Chen Tao's concerns, he will tell Wang Ai, as long as he needs to talk to Wang Ai, he will not hide it. If he does not say it, it must be nonsense. Over the years, Wang Ai has already tasted it. Chen Tao's heart is very careful, and sometimes it is easy to be a little literary and hypocritical.

  After a few laps, the teammates also came down. Although we wake up early and late, everyone’s morning exercise habits are the same, or as long as Wang Ai is there, the biological clock will be beaten violently at a certain time in the morning.

If there is a player like Wang Ai in the average team, it is something that others have to train for rest. But in the national team...Wang Ai suppressed everyone from the first day he joined the 84th national team. .

  The internationals who have been ravaged for more than a decade have long been served.

  Practice.