Reborn on Top of Football

"It's possible, but the possibility is very small. The super power is the number of people connected to him and the size of his capital. Once the rich guys are exposed to gold coins, no one is afraid of the power of anger, unless the other party is a fool."

Yang Jun, who had been away from Wang Ai's inner circle for more than three years, was a little confused and asked Huang Xin in a low voice: "Sister, for example?"

Huang Xin glanced at the TV and found that the Angers team members were really tied up, so she smiled happily: "Every appearance of the doctor is an opportunity for the more than 40 companies he endorses to increase the popularity of their products. If the doctor is unable to appear, If it happens, these companies will be angry, and they are either the sponsors of the league or the sponsors of various awards. Those who have hurt the doctor in the past have paid the price of multiple game suspensions, fines, and being ignored by various awards. This is the so-called. 'Superstar Protection Rules'. Note, this is without the Doctor pursuing it."

"That is to say..." Yang Jun thought for a while: "Like the passive skills in the game?"

"Haha, yes."

"What if we take the initiative?"

"Then it's hard to say. Anyway, it's impossible to impose a hard ban. Don't even think about it. But it's easy to increase the punishment. The league organizers are also looking at the super giants to a large extent. When the doctor left Bayern, the entire Bundesliga's ratings The rates have dropped.”

Just as he was talking, the situation on the screen suddenly changed. This time, Neymar was intercepted by his opponent when he passed by the front of the penalty area. Wang Ai happened to want to come up to support him. Seeing this, he stepped forward and took the ball away from his opponent again. He grabbed it back, pushed it directly to Di Maria on one side before his opponent could counterattack, and then quickly turned around.

The Argentinian's diagonal pass was a little late, but Wang Ai turned around and started quickly enough, and he still managed to hit the target before the goalkeeper was in place.

The women stopped chatting. They had a premonition that Wang Ai, who was showing off his power again, would not stop like this. Sure enough, a few minutes later, Gueye played a high ball from the wing. Wang Ai in the crowd jumped high, turned around with his powerful body, and flicked the ball towards the goal with his forehead. The goalkeeper wanted to attack at first but saw that the ball was too high, especially Wang Ai. Ai's jumping posture seemed to be soaring into the sky. Knowing that he could not stop it, he had to come back to block the second point. However, Wang Ai's header was too powerful and faster than the incoming ball. A bolt of lightning shot over the goal line. The result was It seemed like the goalie was doing nothing but staring.

"I said, in order to celebrate the doctor's first hat trick, let's have a bar?" Leonie put down her phone and suggested enthusiastically.

"He doesn't like to drink." Kangsi hesitated.

"Who said we should give him a drink? Let's drink! Is it normal for us to drink some wine after watching a good game? On a late autumn night in beautiful Paris, drinking some wine under the Eiffel Tower to spend the slow and cold autumn is normal, right? "Leonie gave several reasons.

"Yes, Paris is indeed extraordinary to Germans." Huang Xin accurately complained.

"Drink it or not!" Leonie issued an ultimatum.

"Drink." Huang Xin gave in: "I bought a bunch of Qingdao yesterday."

"I drink Qingdao when I'm in China, and I drink Qingdao when I come to Paris." Leonie muttered and became happy again: "I'll bring the wine, but who will do the cooking?"

Yang Jun raised his hand: "I'll do it. I'll pack a few side dishes!"

In the drunken confusion of the women, the game without the applause of the audience was still lively and exciting, and even Tuchel's complicated expression became the condiment for them to drink. When the game ended with 91, they were still a little unfinished.

"Drink?"

Not long after, Wang Ai kicked in and out of the door. He looked around the living room full of drunks in surprise, then turned back to look at Zhao Dan: "Okay, we have to reschedule tonight."

Zhao Dan smiled: "It doesn't matter, let them make up for it tomorrow."

Kangsi struggled to stand up and wanted to come over to help Wang Ai carry her bag, but her steps were blurred. Wang Ai quickly stepped forward to support her and said earnestly: "Don't drink when you are growing taller."

Maybe Wang Ai's expression was too real, Kang Si was in a daze for a moment, and then she punched Wang Ai with a mixture of embarrassment and embarrassment, but the blow was crooked, and Wang Ai screamed strangely: "Drunken Fist" !”

Leonie suddenly perked up from her paralyzed state and stared at the TV. It turned out that the TV station played a clip of the post-match press conference. Faced with a reporter's question, "How do you evaluate the players in this game?" Tuchel, wearing a hat, After a pause, he glanced at the many reporters below: "It's very simple. The score proves how good everyone is and how hard they work."

Without waiting for reporters to ask questions, Tuchel added: "The performance of the old players was in line with expectations. After recovering from the infection, they showed a high level of competition. The performance of the new players was quite surprising and they successfully integrated into the team's tactical system. , Well, a very good game.”

At this point, Tuchel, who was obviously unable to sit still, suddenly stood up, walked aside and whispered a few words to the host, and left the press conference along the passage without looking back. The host stopped the reporter: " Coach Tuchel is not feeling well today, so I will be in charge..."

Who cares about him?

The reporters didn't even pay much attention to the visiting team's coach and frantically lowered their heads to edit the manuscript. No one asked any questions for a while. The visiting team's coach shrugged his shoulders gracefully. Although it was hard to lose like this, the home team's coach was even more sad. This was a blessing in misfortune, as someone stood up to the thunder.

"What to do next?" Huang Xin helped Yang Jun stand up and asked what everyone was concerned about.

"Do you know how the Arabs translate the death of the deceased like a man, not giving up day and night?" Wang Ai laughed: "Sitting quietly on the bank of the river, watching the river wash away the enemy's corpses day and night."

"Didn't you say you shouldn't chase the poor?" Anna asked.

"But it's still better to chase the bad guys with bravery." Leonie asked from another angle.

"He is acting out of motivation and is not my real enemy, so there is no need to actively pursue him. But he is my opponent in front of me. I can't relax and reconcile with him." At this point, Wang Ai pointed TV: "Did you notice that his apology just now was very reluctant? No matter what he thought of me originally, his opinion of me must be very fierce now. This is a collision of personal dignity between me and him. When I didn't obey his arrangements and often went to the midfield to support him in this game, but persisted in staying in the opponent's core area, it meant that our struggle had reached a climax. You can see the final result, and I proved it in front of all the players. My style of play was superior to his arrangements, and his authority as a coach was severely criticized as never before. From now on, no one will take his arrangements seriously. Simply put, he is finished."

"So, you just need to quietly watch the river wash away his body?" Anna repeated.

Huang Xin breathed out: "I won't give him any chance."

"Yes." Wang Ai stepped forward and took Huang Xin's arm and turned to go upstairs: "I have given you a lot. I don't want to go this far, but I can only go this way."