Reborn on Top of Football

Looking at Xu Qinglian in a daze, Wang Ai smiled: "What if you are an American?"

"I definitely want to send it back."

"Hey, Comrade Fidel said, Cuba doesn't want this group of people, and they don't want to stay. Since you and the United States are in love with them, then I will fulfill you! Haha!" Wang Ai said, dancing like this: "Such a boss. A poison pill was pierced into the eyes of the United States, unable to swallow or vomit out, and rolled his eyes suffocatedly. Later, he was aggrieved to accept these people, and then Miami became the capital of crime. This bunch of bad guys who were not as dead in Cuba came to the United States to take a look: Oh, there are guns all over the floor! Can you also hire a lawyer? This is heaven!"

"Ha ha!"

Wang Ai also laughed for a while: "Later the United States changed its immigration law, and I was afraid that Cuba would come back when the bad guys would accumulate too much. Money can be tolerated by grit, but the key is if America, the dignified first power, becomes I can’t bear it in Cuba’s exile.”

"No wonder you say he is a hero, no wonder you want to see him so much."

"Well, there are not many people I admire." At this point, Wang Ai turned over and sat up and solemnly picked up the speech album and biography signed by Comrade Fidel, carefully placed them in the luggage, and covered them with a layer of plastic. Bag: "This is my heirloom!"

After the main event, Wang Ai’s itinerary eased. Several other technical cooperation negotiations were inconvenient for Wang Ai to participate. It was also inconvenient for Wang Ai to participate in the Marxist-Leninist exchanges at the Cuban Academy of Social Sciences and the University of Havana. On the 4th, Wang Ai went to the Cuban Sports Bureau to meet with the Cuban football team.

The World Cup in South Africa two years ago was the first live broadcast of the World Cup in Cuba’s history, and it happened to be this time that the Chinese team won the world championship. If it hadn't been broadcast live this time, Wang Ai would really have no influence in Cuba. Therefore, when he arrived at the Cuban national team, the first team, second team, youth team, and junior team all ran to the door to greet him.

When applying for a visit before coming, the leaders of the General Administration of Sports explained that they should act as an amateur ambassador for the Chinese sports world... Besides, the Cuban football team is relatively weak. At least in your age, it is impossible to pose any threat to the Chinese team.

Therefore, after Wang Ai fulfilled the procedure of taking photos with the superstar to answer questions and ate lunch at the resident, Wang Ai had a formal exchange with the Cuban national team at the base in the afternoon. Now Cuba is also playing the World Cup qualifiers, but lost in both games, and has basically been eliminated.

Wang Ai didn't think he could save the Cuban team, but as a superstar in a friendly country, he was still willing to help. His fluent Spanish, calm and calm narration, self-contained football concept, rich game experience, and of course also brilliant achievements, have made the Cuban national team such a treasure. Speaking of rising, Wang Ai simply put on jerseys and sneakers, went to train with them, and personally demonstrated technical moves.

When the sun went down, Wang Ai was already sweating and was about to leave, but the director of the Cuban Sports Bureau personally came to persuade the national team to invite him, but Wang Ai didn't make it. After having dinner, the Cuban national team coach wanted to show Wang Ai to the recent two Cuban national team games and asked him to comment.

Wang Ai is a little bit difficult. It is easy to offend people when it is said deep, and it is not reflected in the level when it is shallow. In short, it is easy to commit crimes. But looking at a pair of simple and eager eyes, Wang Ai couldn't bear to refuse, so he temporarily called the leader to ask about this matter.

Comrade Deputy Director brought an interpreter from the hotel to the resident, and repeatedly urged Wang Ai to pay attention to the way of speaking. Wang Ai looked at the video of the game while thinking about the wording. When he finished watching the video, he said first: "In my eyes You are all the same here, and I will not target anyone when I comment later."

The Cuban national team responded with applause and encouragement.

For this group of coaches and players who have never played in professional leagues and have always played in low-level domestic competitions, the captain of the World Cup champion team + three golden ball awards + three world football players + five-time UEFA Champions League champion speaker, Even the more constrained, more sketchy narratives are eye-opening for them.

After hugs one by one again, took a group photo again, and heard countless words of thanks again, Wang Aicai returned to the hotel under the starlight and moonlight.

The trip was over in two days, and Wang Ai asked about the other teams. Cuba has strengths and weaknesses in the three technical fields, and Wang Ai is in the same family, so he can naturally learn from each other's strengths. Whether it is in livestock breeding, sports medicine, or papermaking, Cuba is unlikely to pose any threat. As long as there is a gain in Cuba, it will be a waste of money. And Wang Ai’s family is unlikely to pose any threat to Cuba, so getting the technology is a waste of money. So both parties were very sincere in the negotiation, and in the end everyone was happy.

After the other teams negotiated, there were corresponding Cuban institutions to arrange visits and play. We were not together. So on July 5th, Wang Ai set off for the Varadero Beach in the northeast corner of Cuba, which is the most famous in Cuba. Wang Ai fell in love with the tourist area as soon as he arrived.

The blue sea and blue sky, few tourists, no crowds on the coast, no sails on the sea, as empty and quiet as a school on vacation.

With a soft white sand beach of 25 kilometers long, it is easy to find a quiet place with only the sound of wind, waves, and seagulls.

"Oh!" Wang Ai lay on the sun lounger and didn't want to move: "I'll just die."

Xu Qinglian walked to the shore, squatted down, grabbed the sand and poked the verdant sea water: "It's as beautiful as a fairy tale, and this kind of natural ecology is even better than Maldives."

"Don't tease me, I want to sleep." Wang Ai turned over and rested on the sea breeze and waves like this, sleeping until the afternoon when Xu Qinglian kicked him to wake up.

"Stop eating? Get up quickly, so you don't have to wake up and cry hungry for a while."

After eating, Wang Ai, accompanied by Yan Zhu, Zhao Dan and a guard sent by Cuba, went swimming in the sea and played until night when the round moon rose from the sea.

"It's really beautiful here." Xu Qinglian snuggled in Wang Ai's arms and muttered to herself as she watched the bright moon over the sea.

"Yeah." Wang Ai replied, and stared at the rich gift of nature in a daze.

"...Round, round, moon face." Xu Qinglian hummed lowly.

Between the singing, Wang Ai whispered softly: "Remember that night in London five years ago? It was also a full moon like this."

"You mean..." Xu Qinglian's gaze became blurred, and she arched into Wang Ai's arms for a long time: "Don't blame me."

"Ok."

"When you go back, accompany me to Yingkou." Xu Qinglian pursed her lips: "Go and see my father, and...my mother."