Reborn on Top of Football

"Okay, I support you!" Leoni finally made up her mind: "Even if you are injured, it's okay, everything you have gained now is enough for us to remember for a lifetime. You are right, since there is a higher chance, why Why don't you go? Now there is nothing to expand, and you have got everything, satisfied, and can't increase it. After finally discovering a new world, I will walk in with you!"

"Thank you, dear!" Wang Ai put Leoni's two pale hands on his face, closed his eyes and rubbed it.

"Then think about it first, and I'll make some other preparations."

"what?"

"I want to study human science and exercise physiology. You said that you need to transform your body to adapt to discomfort. You also said that it is easy to get injured. I want to help you study how to adapt and adjust from a scientific perspective."

Wang Ai looked at Leoni's high-spirited back and sighed happily. In football, Leoni will always be her most trusted partner, just like Huang Xin in life, Xu Qinglian in spirit, Shi Wenjun in love, Just like Cons at play.

Forever and forever, as long as Wang Aiti asks, they will do their best and walk with happiness.

Leoni's figure disappeared from the door. Wang Ai sat on the lawn again, looking down at the quiet black and white football football not far in front of him, stretched out **** on the soft and elastic leather, and went back and forth on the grass. Rolling with this playmate from childhood to adulthood, the partner who has been quietly staying on the bed since the age of six, witnessed the whole journey from the countryside to the city, from the small town to the center of the world, and witnessed every growth of myself. , every happiness, every kind of sharing.

Now, I'm going to take it with me again.

The next night, Wang Ai moved the TV to the relatively small study room on the third floor, and also moved a single sofa. After looking at the completely dark sky outside the window for a while, he turned around and leaned against the sofa. Handrails to start watching the game.

After a while, Leoni also quietly walked in and sat on the chair beside Wang Ai.

There seemed to be only the hustle and bustle of the TV in the room, and the two of them didn't speak, just like they had been talking since yesterday. Wang Ai has been immersed in various thoughts. He has not yet found a way to save steps, while Leoni has just browsed the papers on human physiology and other subjects on the Internet, and the ordered textbooks are still being mailed.

Both of them have found a new direction for their efforts, but they have just taken the first step and are still at a loss. Watching the game at this time is more of a sense of responsibility. The two of them didn't pay much attention to the game. Even Lampard played for Manchester City for the first time, which did not cause much fluctuation between the two.

In the first half, Aguero scored a wonderful goal, which finally moved the minds of the two. When they gave a close-up of the roaring Aguero on TV, the two looked at each other, Leoni pointed to the TV: "Similar to this?"

"In my imagination." Wang Ai pondered: "It's more concise than this. He actually gave it better. He took three steps to shoot."

"What you want is to shoot when you come? But you don't know the strength and angle of the incoming ball before your teammates shoot, so you have to prepare a foot arch with a high fault tolerance rate for disposal, and the ball will be guided to your magazine in the future. Leonie shook her head: "Do you want to take the shells directly from the magazines and fire them, this is too difficult. I think many shooters have thought about this and tried to compress them in the past, and the current method should be everyone compressing them. The limit. After all, it is too long-winded, and the opponent will be ready, which is something everyone understands and tries to avoid.”

Wang Ai nodded thoughtfully, continued to watch TV without speaking, and Leoni also stopped speaking.

The game didn't go well. Although Manchester City's advantage was obvious, and the Emirates Stadium was almost regarded as the Intihad Stadium, but today's Arsenal counterattacked very sharply, scoring two goals in a row shortly after the second half to overtake the score, and so on until stoppage time Manchester City equalized at the stage.

Leoni stood up: "Is the TV moving back?"

"No, let's talk about it." Wang Ai also got up.

"Do you want me to accompany you out to practice ball?" Leoni asked again.

"No, I have to think about it again."

In the back mountain forest in the dark, Wang Ai, who had already warmed up, practiced, trained, and trained various practical techniques one by one as in the past, relaxing and tightening each part of his body according to various scenarios. The new direction is Taimo Lake, too far away, and the current life has to be lived, Wang Aike did not intend to sacrifice his current status and achievements in football.

A few days later, it will be the first group match of the Champions League. The opponent is still Bayern Munich. As the Champions League champion last season, this is a competition that Manchester City values ​​far more than the league. It is also the main battlefield for Wang Ai and the two guys from the Yinbilia Peninsula to fight. Although the Brazilian Wang Ai won them once more than a month ago, he can win more, especially considering that the special arrangement this winter is very likely to disrupt the rhythm of himself and Manchester City and cause nothing to be done in the Champions League this season. Ai should cherish the opportunity to play now.

On the way back from the forest, Wang Ai suddenly had a moment of daze, and followed Qian Ziqiang silently around him and found that something was wrong, and immediately stepped forward to help Wang Ai, so that Wang Ai woke up.

"It's all right."

"..." Qian Ziqiang looked at Jin Element and Zhang Guang who were beside him, both of them were equally concerned.

They don't speak, it doesn't mean they don't know. In fact, they know more than Wang Ai about the big things and small things at home. Naturally they know what Wang Ai is doing - he wants to create new shooting techniques, an ambitious way to pick up the shooter. Trans-shot fusion technology, a technological innovation that has never been done before.

Defenders can imagine how amazing the results will be once such a technology is created. Naturally, the difficulty of what no one has done in modern football for a hundred years can be imagined.

"You still caught a cold on your way back to China, and you haven't had a good rest yet. Are you in a hurry to invest in this particularly exhausting work right away?" Qian Ziqiang still persuaded.

"Well, it's a bit." Wang Ai snorted and moved his shoulders twice: "Forget it, hang it first, just because there is no direction right now, I can't hold back."

Back at home, Wang Ai shortened the time in the gym that night. Leoni probably heard from the guard. After eating supper with Wang Ai, he didn't say much, and went upstairs hugging each other.

One was tired for a long time, and the other was preoccupied. Neither of them had any good thoughts. They hurriedly closed the window, turned off the lights, said good night and went to sleep.

On the second day, the whole team was on vacation as usual. Wang Ai reduced the amount of training at home, and spent most of the time on restorative activities such as sleeping and swimming. Leoni has already started to read textbooks, and she also ordered many books about football technical reform, including memoirs of some famous people.

The news naturally spread back to BJ's house, in Xu Qinglian's words: "The doctor is never idle."