Reborn on Top of Football

November 5th, night at the Bernabeu.

The three-story stands of the magnificent stadium were filled with people.

When Wang Ai slowly stepped onto the lawn with the trophy in hand, there was a roar.

Andy Lau and Aaron Kwok, who were standing near the players' tunnel, watched Wang Ai's back gradually disappear and gradually merged into the focus of the world's attention. A strange thought arose in their hearts: Should we also play football back then?

Wang Ai has stepped into the spotlight of the world's attention time and time again, and seems to have gradually gained the bearing of the king of the world. However, they will stay at the center of the stage in the Chinese literary and art circle, with no chance of advancement.

"Not everyone is here to celebrate him winning the award. The vast majority of fans still want to watch this game. Real Madrid has not been playing well recently." The little beauty who was traveling with him explained to the two guests.

"I have been in Madrid for the third year, and I am honored to win the best award of the year in this place with extremely profound history. At this moment, I stand here and feel the brilliance created by countless predecessors. They are vibrating in my body and in my heart." It was a huge shock to my heart." Wang Ai pressed his hands on the podium and raised his head slightly, looking at the hundreds of thousands of fans in all directions in the night: "You are the real writers of history. When you are here and your ancestors are here, you will write your words time and time again. Enthusiastically and generously put on this small lawn, they turned into each of me, each Cristiano, each Kaka, each Figo, each Ronaldo, each Di Stefano, each Kopa, and their equally great team-mates."

Speaking of this, Wang Ai raised the trophy with one hand: "I can't give this trophy to you, but every time it flashes in the morning and dusk, I know it is your tears. I will listen to it every night, just like It’s like listening to your voices.”

"This is Real Madrid and I am honored to spend part of my life here. This is the Bernabeu and I am honored to play for you!"

The brief speech was over, but the applause and cheers followed Wang Ai as he disappeared into the player tunnel.

"Like a king." He Wei, who broadcast the speech live, couldn't help but comment.

"Yes, today he is qualified enough to evaluate a team like Real Madrid." Lao Bai sighed: "Look at the footage just now, the chairman, shareholders, management, coaches, players, and of course almost all the fans are Nodding and applauding, this is instinctive recognition. The most wonderful speech in the world is never words, but actions."

"Lao Bai, your sentence is wonderful enough." He Wei teased and suddenly said: "Eh? That one seems to be Andy Lau? And Aaron Kwok?"

"I didn't see it clearly, did I?"

"Yes, it's right in the players' tunnel. You should not have left. You should still be able to see Wang Ai when he comes out soon. Did you hear that they went to Madrid?"

"I think I did hear about it in the morning, but I thought I was just going to Madrid to see him for work. I didn't expect that I went specifically to watch the game."

“Is it easy to get into the stadium?”

"It shouldn't be easy, but the main players in the team can still apply if they need it."

Today's opponent, Las Palmas, had a buzzing head when he saw Wang Ai's general style in the visiting team's locker room and said, "It's an honor to play for you!"

Needless to say, the ghostly Chinese will try their best today...so why us!

Wang Ai was calm. Before the game, he rejected the club's suggestion to wear a yellow armband. He was not bad at this, and he didn't want to suppress Ramos when he had already suppressed him. It was completely unnecessary. If it weren't for the fact that the newcomer couldn't handle it, he wouldn't even want to be the captain of the national team.

…He is the dean, older than the coach!

In the national team, he is really "Wang Ai without a hat" - the uncrowned king.

In a desperate situation, Las Palmas launched a crazy defense against Wang Ai, but the ice melted away despite Wang Ai's full firepower. Wang Ai completed a hat trick in the first half. It was Zidane's suggestion in the halftime area that Wang Aicai curbed his firepower in the second half and turned to create opportunities for his teammates, and his teammates lived up to expectations. When the game ended, the humiliating score of 7:0 was hung on the scoreboard. Sweeping away Real Madrid's recent malaise.

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Wang Ai went out to the hotel to pick up the two guests and went to the Chinese Embassy together. The little beauty did not say the specific communication process, but the two guests agreed anyway. The embassy has made strict arrangements: in the morning, accompanied by embassy officials, the three of them will visit the overseas Chinese community, inspect the areas where the overseas Chinese operate, and have discussions with them. In the afternoon, they went to the Confucius Institute in Madrid, where the three of them gave a Chinese class to the new students. In the evening, I attended a reception at the embassy, ​​hosting representatives from countries with a large number of overseas Chinese, such as Malaysia, Singapore, and of course, representatives of overseas Chinese students in Madrid.

The whole day was very intensive and included public activities. It was okay for Wang Ai, who enjoys diplomatic privileges, but Andy Lau and Aaron Kwok were a little uncomfortable with it. For example, in the Chinese class, their Mandarin was barely fluent. listen. As for the reception, a diplomatic occasion with strong official color, they kept smiling almost the whole time... they didn't know what to say.

However, when they got into Wang Ai's car exhausted and heard that Wang Ai was going to invite them to fly directly to Hong Kong on his private jet, they became more energetic. And when Wang Ai said that they could take the trophy back to Hong Kong for a two-month exhibition, they were even more unbelievable.

The two superstars were more or less able to hold on, but their assistant jumped up and grabbed Wang Ai's arm: "Captain Wang, is it true?"

Seeing Wang Ai smiling and nodding, they cheered: "Now all the fans in Hong Kong will become our fans and movie fans!"

In the early morning of November 7th, under the "Textile Girl" plane at Madrid Airport, Wang Ai helped Huang Xin tighten the collar of her coat: "There are old people and young people at home, and you still have your body with you... Oh, don't do it by yourself if something happens. Ask for help and don’t be afraid to spend money.”

"Okay, someone is here."

Wang Ai smiled and turned around to take the special wooden box of the World Footballer Trophy from Marissa. The front of the box was gilded with the pattern of the trophy and the name of the winner. Wang Ai handed it to Andy Lau and Aaron Kwok: "Brother Hua, Brother Chengcheng, I won't ask you to discuss the specific arrangements for the three of you to go to Hong Kong. Have a smooth journey home."

After shaking hands and hugging, Wang Ai watched the three people and their team board the plane.

"Can't you let go of Huang Xin, the trophy, or your brother Hua and Brother Chengcheng?" As soon as Wang Ai left the airport, Xu Qinglian pointed her cell phone at Wang Ai.

"Needless to say, of course it's Huang Xin."

"Wrong answer? You should say you can't bear to part with the textile worker's number. It's the most expensive." Xu Qinglian muttered, lowered her head and sent the video to Huang Xin.