Reborn on Top of Football

"Do you mean that Chinese football will require players to go to college in the future?"

The plane has already started taxiing to the runway, and the reporter also plans to end today's interview, so he asked the last question: "Is this the ideal future of Chinese football in your mind?"

Wang Ai snorted and didn't answer directly: "I'm here, I have to think about the next game."

The reporter glanced at Wang Ai with a smile and said ok.

He feels that although Wang Ai is qualified to point fingers at Chinese football in terms of prestige and status, the superstar should not want to. Probably because the controversy caused by "training experience" in the sports circle is far from dissipated, and it is not suitable to offend people in the football circle at this time.

But Wang Ai really didn't offend anyone, he was worried that he had not made a good judgment, and that he made a mistake and delayed things. The more he speaks now, the more he has to choose his words carefully, and strive to point out a bright road to future children, so as to live up to the widespread support he has received.

Back in Rio again, but not in the same hotel. Since the national team was not busy, Director Vidi focused his energy on logistics. The hotel he chose was a rural resort hotel with three floors, with the sea outside and an open-air swimming pool inside. Although everyone can't go into the water, it is comfortable to look at. Since it is not the peak tourist season, the hotel is not only discounted, but also has many empty rooms. So Xu Qinglian, who was elected as the "head of the regiment", led his family members to live in as well.

For a time, the atmosphere was relaxed and cheerful.

In the afternoon, Wang Ai stood on the third floor terrace leaning against the railing and looked down. Although it is winter in Brazil, due to its proximity to the sea and low dimensions, the temperature is still above 20, and it still has the feeling of early summer in northern China.

"I found that the climate in northern China is really unfriendly. You look at Brazil, the country of heaven." Wang Ai whistled at the family members who were sitting on the sun loungers downstairs in a row, in exchange for After a row of sanitary balls, he turned his head with a smile and said, "Director Wei, do you think our ancestors made a mistake?"

"Ah?" After so many days of busy talk, it was finally time to return to China. Director Wei Di was rarely in a relaxed mood. At this time, he was wearing a shirt with a loose neckline, and pushed up his glasses when he heard the voice: "Why did you suddenly talk about the old ancestor? ?"

"The era of great voyages, you said that if our ancestors sailed to sea at that time, how good would it be to grab this piece of land? The four seasons are like spring and the products are abundant. It's not as cold as our country's winter!" Wang Ai was heartbroken: " Especially in the middle and late Ming Dynasty, when the population exploded and land was annexed, wouldn’t it be better to export the excess population?”

Director Wei Di pouted and listened: "Southeast Asia is separated by thousands of kilometers from other countries, not to mention South America, which is separated by more than 10,000 kilometers? If you really export people, you still have to apply for a passport when you come."

Wang Ai was startled when he heard the sound: "It makes sense, I didn't expect..."

"I didn't expect anything? I didn't expect me to think about it too? Dr. Wang, you are a bit contemptuous of people." Director Wei Di smiled and said, "Whoever is dissatisfied with China's modern history has not thought about it? But no, the decline of a civilization is endogenous. Relatively speaking, the larger the territory, the more accumulation, and the more complete the decline will be. You said why Japan and South Korea revived so easily? Isn’t it just because of its small size?”

Seeing Wang Ai want to say more, Director Wei Di waved his hand: "Well, let's not talk about it, forget it, and you still have to pay attention to the discipline of foreign affairs, ah? What you said just now is called political incorrectness!"

"okok, then I'll go back to my room to sleep." After that, Wang Ai turned around and left.

"Hey, wait a moment." Director Wei Di stopped Wang Ai and looked at him up and down: "The game the day after tomorrow, are you sure? We have 3 wins, 1 draw and 1 loss in the first five games?"

Wang Ai changed the relaxed expression just now, frowned and thought for a while: "Based on my current perception, I have not found the necessary conditions for the Spanish team to defeat us."

Seeing that Director Wei Di was savouring this sentence, Wang Ai simply understood what he said: "That is to say, with my current understanding, I don't think the Spanish team has the means to defeat us and we cannot defend."

"That is, do you think it is a high probability that we will defeat Spain?"

"Yes." Wang Ai nodded decisively: "Although the outside world still has various analysis, controversy, etc., but from my point of view, our restraint on Spain is all-round. Spain's style of play and our style of play. Similar, but Xavi, the core hub of the Spanish team, we can effectively limit. Although we are not as good as our opponents on average in terms of individual ability, we are a team that has been running for more than ten years, and our mutual understanding offsets the Spanish team's individual ability."

"That's it, that's fine." Director Wei Di let out a sigh of relief.

Wang Ai smiled: "And even if Bosque has any tricks and tricks, I believe that the coaching staff of Gao Gui also has enough means to adapt. Bosque is a world famous coach, and so is Gao Gui."

Director Wei Di opened his eyes wide and murmured: "It's true, then it's good, you go to sleep, and you have to train in the afternoon."

Wang Ai turned back to the room, turned around and lay on the bed, but didn't fall asleep for a long time. Director Wei Di is now in a critical period. Whether to retire or stay in office next year or even go further has a lot to do with the current Confederations Cup.

He took over the three years of Yan Shiduo's class, defending the 2011 Asian Cup and successfully qualifying for the 2013 World Cup qualifiers, which are all good. Even the London Olympics were a bit miserable. Both men's and women's football were broken, and other youth competitions were in sorrow, but he couldn't blame him. After all, that thing took years of training, and Yan Shiduo was the only one to blame.

But at that time, Yan Shiduo's performance of the national team was already good, but the youth really couldn't care less. In the early years of the 2000s, workers had no money, farmers had no money, and the country had no money. Youth events were forced to pour money into them and no sound could be heard. There was nothing to do if the development was slow. Make up slowly. As for league players with 3 million or 5 million, there is no way. If you don’t pay so much salary, other players will run away, and your league level will be lowered. If the level of the league is lowered, it will not be able to sell tickets, and if the tickets cannot be sold, the Football Association will not be able to make contributions to the General Administration of Sport...

The big river is dry and the river is dry. The head of Chinese football can only do a dojo in the shell of snails, blocking the east and killing the west... No, the east is filled and the west is filled, and the head can't care about the buttocks. This embarrassment is still because of the gold medal strategy, and the gold medal strategy is because the Olympic Games have a higher status and greater influence than the World Cup, and the other is that 1.3 billion Chinese people cannot all play football. The comprehensive development of various sports is more conducive to improving people's physique...

The caps of this item are covered, which determines that the general direction of Chinese football can only go this way. Then, Yan Shiduo, Wei Di, and even Nan Yong, who entered in the middle, are actually people of merit.

"What are you thinking?" Wang Ai was rolling on the bed when he was suddenly slapped on the butt.