Reborn on Top of Football

On a Thursday afternoon, the sun filled the courtyard. The warm sunshine in early autumn in Madrid makes the mottled fallen leaves seem to be alive. They always like to fly into the swimming pool and feel the style of the sea. Unfortunately, it only smells of water purifier and attracts complaints from the security guards.

"Marca senior reporter Martin." Wang Ai pointed at the smiling bearded man and gestured to the other two groups.

Martin stretched out his hand, and a pretty girl opposite also stretched out her hand generously: "Xinhua News Agency European Branch, young reporter, this is my business card."

After shaking hands, Martin quickly took out his business card, but he was well aware of the power of the national news agency.

Wang Ai watched happily as they finished their interaction, then turned to the other side: "Ma Fanshu, host and reporter of China National Television Sports Channel."

After several people introduced each other, Wang Ai asked everyone to sit down on a few chairs near the round table under the shade of the tree: "What would you like to drink?"

"Tea."

"mineral water."

"No."

While Marissa was getting ready, Wang Ai tilted his head and looked at Ma Fanshu: "Old girl, you're welcome."

Ma Fanshu was shocked when Wang Ai called her "old girl". How many years has it been since anyone called her that? Ever since she left Northeast China...she raised her hand boldly: "I want coffee! With milk!"

The drinks were served, and after several people greeted each other, Martin asked tentatively: "Then, let's start?"

"OK." Wang Ai nodded: "Use English. Everyone understands it and will take care of you."

Martin bowed humorously and immediately asked after sitting down: "Many people said that your first goal yesterday was to imitate Messi?"

"No, it can't be called imitation." Wang Ai immediately replied: "At that time, I didn't think about anything, let alone who to imitate. I can only say that our handling of the ball was somewhat similar."

"Messi has already scored 9 goals. Do you think this is a sign of another super giant war? Will you rise to the challenge?"

Wang Ai saw that the two Chinese reporters were listening with their ears pricked up, especially Ma Fanshu, who couldn't keep up with the extremely fast communication between the two, so he paused, slowed down, and answered briefly: "Maybe? But I can't There is a way back.”

Martin nodded clearly, glanced at the Xinhua News Agency reporter and then lowered his head to record. The Xinhua News Agency reporter naturally took over the interview; "This year's FIFA awards ceremony has been moved forward to October. The final list of three people will be announced tomorrow. Do you think you three can still do it?" Will they be selected at the same time? Who will win the prize in the end?”

"The chance is not small, and my chance is not small either." Wang Ai replied briefly.

"If you win, it will be your sixth time. Are you ready for your acceptance speech?"

"It's still early."

The Xinhua News Agency reporter also lowered his head, and Ma Fanshu took over the interview: "Will you be the winner of the Golden Foot Award?"

Wang Ai smiled and shook his head: "The Golden Foot Award is difficult to predict. It is not a strictly technical award, but the most loved and missed emotional award in the world."

"Are you saying it's unfair? Or that the rules need to be adjusted?"

"No, no." Wang Ai glanced at the sharp old girl and smiled inexplicably: "The surging emotions of the public are gathered together, how can we say it is unfair? There is no injustice, and there is no need to adjust."

Ma Fanshu smiled and lowered his head to record. Martin looked at Wang Ai: "If you retire in the future, how will you evaluate your career?"

Wang Ai paused this time and looked up at the mottled blue sky among the sparse branches and leaves: "I have been working hard."

Martin did not continue to ask, but looked at Wang Ai. Wang Ai thought again: "Asia is the most populous continent. There has never been a World Cup champion, an Olympic champion, a World Footballer, or a Golden Globe Award. This is not only Asia." It’s a regret for me, a regret for the world, and a regret for football. And I am honored to make up for this regret.”

Martin nodded: "As the other two superstars who have been entangled with you for ten years, who do you think is stronger? If you are included, who is the first? Who is the worst?"

Wang Ai smiled: "Do you know that there is a concept in the legal profession called avoidance?"

"No, no, this has nothing to do with justice. I just want to hear what you have to say."

Seeing that Martin was determined to find a breaking point, Wang Ai also understood that he had been holding it in for a long time, so he thought for a while: "I still can't decide who is higher and who is lower, but I can give you an analogy."

Reporters from all three parties pricked up their ears when they saw Wang Ai pick up the tea cup, take a sip and say slowly: "Cristiano Ronaldo is the strongest person on earth in history. Whether it is body, technology, consciousness, training or business, he has surpassed his predecessors." .Messi is a superman from Krypton, another system, but he is the only one. I am...a robot with no emotions, all rationality, and calculation to the extreme."

The three groups of reporters lowered their heads and took notes, and then pondered for a while before understanding what Wang Ai meant.

Seeing that Wang Ai had no intention of further explanation, and considering the limited time, the Xinhua News Agency reporter changed the focus: "Will you still participate in the next World Championships?"

"If the country needs it and my body allows it."

"How do you deal with football and track competing for your body and your time?"

"I can only try my best to adjust, like every player who plays in the national team, but I adjust a little more. As long as I can continue to score goals on the football field, I think the fans will support me. After all, No matter how many accolades I get in track, I come from football.”

Martin and Ma Fanshu raised their heads at the same time and looked at the smart and wise Wang Ai with admiration. Ma Fanshu almost forgot to ask a question.

"Well, the youth competition has not been good in the past few years. People say that Chinese football is going to die out. Judging from the list of the national team guided by Tang, the proportion of young players is also lower than before. Do you think the decline of Chinese football is coming?"

"To say that they are in ruins is an exaggeration. It often happens that World Cup champions fail to qualify for the World Cup finals."

"As the former deputy director of the Youth Department of the Football Association and now the director of the Chinese Football Academy in charge of national football technology and training, what are you preparing for all this?"

Faced with Ma Fanshu's sharp question, Wang Ai became serious: "As a department with a higher position than the youth department, we must standardize teaching materials, systems, and models for the country, ranging from a certain technology to league rules. Our The purpose is to improve efficiency, reduce costs, and create a football industry that is more capable of producing more talents. On the one hand, we will actively investigate and study the advantages and characteristics of a powerful football country. On the other hand, we will go deep into the grassroots level of Chinese football to observe and analyze some We can use small but outstanding cases with vitality to find a way out for the Chinese characteristics and Chineseization of football."

"Professionalization is correct, but it takes a long time to take root. It's like writing a letter on the bus in 1895 but not completely completing China's reform until 1949." Wang Ai shook his head: "You can't rush, it's useless to rush."