Reborn on Top of Football

Wang Ai's appearance for the interview did not last long because Ma Fanshu would be at Wang Ai's house for another week. The direction and temperament of the interview should also be combined with the situation of the next game. For example, if you eliminate Ronaldo and be eliminated by Ronaldo, or if your dream of four consecutive championships is shattered, it will definitely not taste the same.

But there wasn't much to do next, so after finishing the day's interview, Ma Fanshu and Wang Ai discussed using this time to find Chen Tao. Wang Ai expressed his gratitude: Finally, he doesn’t have to eat from me or live in my house, so he doesn’t have to worry about me anymore.

Early the next morning, Wang Ai's car took the trio to the airport. Wang Ai worked normally and prepared for the next game. Four days later, the trio returned to Madrid after their visit to Chen Tao and caught up with Real Madrid's match against Leganes in the 32nd round of La Liga.

At the player tunnel of the simple Butak Stadium, the old girl directed the photographer to take pictures of the stadium dynamics: Because she came back too late to coordinate with the Leganes Club, she could only call Wang Ai, but Wang Ai still Unable to answer the call during training, Anna finally asked Xu Qinglian. Xu Qinglian called Florentino's secretary, who called the person in charge of the Leganes stadium, so that the trio of old girls could enter the field.

But don’t even think about the press box. It’s too late and it’s hard to leave because it’s full of people. You can only capture the fans, players, and coaches near the player tunnel. When you need to use it at the end, you have to go back to the station to get the broadcast video. It’s troublesome. Woolen cloth.

Wang Aike didn't know about the troubles that the old girl had, and she deserved them. Who told her to change her itinerary and go to Chen Tao in the middle of the trip? She just felt that Wang Ai was too cautious to be interviewed this time, so she decided to attack Chen Tao temporarily.

The game was uneventful. Although Wang Ai started, he left the game early, leaving two goals and one assist. This disappointed the fans watching the game: Only two?

The crazy goal performance stage is over. It seems that the lack of goals in the last Champions League game has affected his condition. Wang Ai himself is happy. He sits on the bench and chats with his teammates from time to time. There are no surprises in the end of the game. It is light and easy. The 31 won.

As soon as Wang Ai walked to the player tunnel, he was blocked by an old girl waving a microphone: "Wang Ai, Wang Ai, do a live interview!"

Seeing Wang Ai stop and nod, Ma Fanshu quickly asked: "You have scored 75 goals this season, breaking the La Liga single-season scoring record set by Messi six years ago. Will you increase this number to more than 80? Oh my God!"

"What does 'Oh my God' mean?" Wang Ai opened his eyes wide.

"Ah, ah, it's just a particle, an interjection, can you, can you?"

"Particles...interjections..." Wang Ai thought.

"Captain Wang, hurry up, fans all over the country are watching you?"

Wang Ai trembled: "Oh, yes, uh... 80, have I entered so many? I don't feel it."

"How could you not feel it? Others are counting on their fingers."

"Who is it?"

"Chen Tao!" The old girl immediately sold Chen Tao: "When I went to Deportivo, he said it himself. He scored 10 goals and 12 assists. He told me that you had 73. .”

"So you don't know either. Why? You are a professional reporter."

"Maybe you entered too much and everyone became a little insensitive, right?"

"Yeah, so it's normal that I didn't pay attention, right?"

"That's right, ah, no, can you break eight?"

"Girl, why are you clinging to me so much? I don't even want to tell you."

"But fans across the country are very concerned about this matter. It's not just Chinese fans. Let me tell you, the discussion has already started on social media. There are still 6 games in the league, and you are one step away from the world's single-season single-scoring record created by yourself. There are still 13 goals left out of 88. With your goal rate, it should be okay. If you put in a little effort, maybe half the game will be enough."

"It makes sense! I underestimated you. Your analytical skills are very powerful. I wish you success."

"Why... oh okay, I can't ask you what you don't want to say, right? So, let's look forward to it together?"

"Yes." Wang Ai finally said more seriously: "I don't have much thought about whether to break the record. I just enjoy the game and let the results take its course. If I can still have the opportunity to enjoy scoring goals in the next game If I am happy, then I will continue my performance this season, and if I don’t have the chance, I won’t force it.”

"What if, I mean what if the fans want you to break?"

Wang Ai backed away from the question and murmured in a low voice: "I've already entered so many and you're still not satisfied? Isn't it too difficult to take care of?"

"Huh?" The old girl didn't hear clearly until she saw the photographer waving to her to indicate that there was no problem with the reception.

Wang Ai had already avoided her and was about to leave. After all, this was an away game. It was better not to be too loud to avoid being thrown a pig's head. The old girl followed Wang Ai to take pictures all the way, and even rushed into the visiting team's locker room. Wang Ai had no choice but to He stopped and turned back, smiled and waved his hand at the camera: "That's it. Well, I'll try to break eight first, okay, we'll talk about the rest later?"

"Okay, bye." The old girl waved to Wang Ai.

Half an hour later, on the front porch of Wang Ai's house, next to a table filled with fruits and pears, Wang Ai said to the old girl: "That's too much. How can I force you to ask like this today? Are you a third-rate tabloid or do I have another new love?" Already?"

The old girl almost spit out the peach she was chewing. She eagerly took a few bites and took out her laptop and pushed it in front of Wang Ai: "Do you think you know how much everyone cares?"

Wang Ai wiped his hands with a tissue, turned the screen to himself and saw, oh, several hot searches were "Wang Ai wants to break eight", "Ultimate guess: How many goals can Wang Ai score this season", "88 singles" How long can we keep scoring goals in the league during the season? Months, years or even forever?"

Wang Ai remained silent and nodded to Anna. Anna took the computer and started to study.

The little beauty glanced over and sat back down again: "How much hate must we suffer."

"Um?"

The little beauty paid attention to the old girl looking at her, and pointed at the computer: "If nothing else, the pits are sold for money, but we have never spent money, and we always take advantage of them. You are the platform party, don't you hate it? ? Let’s eat the King’s meal.”

The old girl looked at the little beauty in shock, then looked at Kangsi who took it for granted, Xu Qinglian who didn't care, and Anna who was calm and composed. She even forgot to eat the peach in her mouth: "You...really?"

"He's dead again." Xu Qinglian threw down her cell phone angrily at this time: "What does it cost? There are 60 million registered fans nationwide, and more than 500 million general fans. Any hot search will not show up, unless it is deliberately not included. Let us go, then we will have something to say."