Reborn on Top of Football

"Both my brothers are surnamed Bai, and they were the same family five hundred years ago. You, you are this!" Bai Yansong, who had straight eyes, raised his thumbs at Bai Guanghai: "Catch Minger, let us compare! "

No matter how much publicity on the court, under the court, the outstanding representative of the Tubingen system, the second brother Bai Guanghai nodded repeatedly: "Okay."

Looking across Wang Ai gritted his teeth. The Japanese team gave up this jerk. He still scored another goal in the second half, did he have to do a hat trick? You have one kind and five in one game! Pretend to be nice now, what the hell!

In fact, he forgot that this set was taught by him. Otherwise, based on the average literacy rate of Bai Guanghai and their group of three years in elementary school, can they know how to hide their wisdom?

It's a pity he couldn't say the words. The international players all know that Wang Ai's performance in this Asian Cup is not his normal level, otherwise how could he score like a goal in the Olympic Games? What's going on in the La Liga and the Champions League? All I can say is that Xiao Wang doesn't take personal honor very seriously. But for ordinary people, they don't know so many things. They just saw Wang Ai's goal number drop sharply, and there were many doubts, but the internationals could not explain to them.

Could it be said: Xiao Wang didn't do his best? Whoever said that would avenge Wang Ai!

Although everyone thinks rationally, it is impossible for everyone to be 100% in every game, but Chinese football is entrusted with too many things that are not football, such as national honor. This is not only a blasphemy, but it must be all-out. Fight for.

What do you mean by not doing your best? What do you mean by kicking? Do you look down on national honor? Don't you know that hundreds of millions of fans and many leaders are watching? You ... it's impossible to say.

Therefore, ordinary people's attention has now shifted to Bai Guanghai, even for semi-professional teams like Bai Yansong. Scored 8 goals in 4 games. Is this still our Chinese striker? Scoring 3 more goals than the scorers and playing two fewer games. Is this our own player?

So Wang Ai ate while eating. Even Mr. Li Guangxi, the old man, came to the scene and sang the "Toast Song" with great interest among the players and guests. He didn't pay much attention.

After the Asian Cup finals ended, the workers celebrated for more than an hour, received the gold medal, and lifted the Asian Cup. The flashes of thousands of reporters on the scene almost turned into daylight. Among them, Wang Ai took the lead in making the Asian Cup The trophy was on the head, which caused his teammates to follow suit, and even the old Hao with a broken head did not miss it.

After the match, the Chinese Football Association held a grand celebration party overnight, inviting guests from all walks of life. No matter what happened, at least this moment, the Chinese Football Association is great and glorious and correct! No matter what happened, when the game ended, everyone stood up and cheered.

"Okay, don't be sour, I'm just not convinced to play well in the Olympics." Huang Xin, who also received the invitation, watched Wang Ai grabbing the crab leg, trying to fight against the old white, but he couldn't stand it anymore, advised A sentence.

"That is, you see that I haven't scored a goal, and I don't want anything." Zhang Yonghai, holding a wine bottle, was drinking and drinking beside Wang Ai.

Wang Ai rolled her eyes and didn't want to ignore this shameless one. In other words, it is a compliment to say that someone else is shameless, and that he is shameless? This guy has used shamelessness as a kind of mixed professional football skills!

The opposite Shao Jia arrived with a clear eye, although he did not drink less, he looked more and more energetic: "Xiao Wang, we are not forward players. In the second line, our role is not all in scoring. We can score or not. It ’s also good to create opportunities. Compared to goals, creating opportunities is our main job. "

Wang Ai nodded and responded. A glass of beer didn't let Wang Ai lie down. He just stared straight and watched his teammates play tricks. After a while, he turned his head and said, "Sister Huang Xin, you say that I have a deep heart Is n’t that a bit scary for the individual laurels? At the Asian Cup, I had the opportunity to win the golden boots, at least not to make him so proud, but I always think, oh, who is not into? Speaking of this offensive player, is this offensive a bit worse? And I ’m the silver boot of the World Cup. I did n’t even get the third time this time. Is there something wrong with my mentality? ”

Huang Xin watched the performance on the stage, and said absently, "Deep in your heart? Who knows whether it is red or black?"

Wang Ai was so angry that he didn't want to talk to Teacher Huang anymore. He also turned his head to watch the show. It was pretty good. Many big names were on the stage. There was no live broadcast, so the performance was very open.

The banquet lasted until one o'clock in the morning. Many teammates were drunk and drunk. Even Wang Ai drunk a lot. When he got out of the hotel and got on the bus, he didn't know what he thought of. Holding Xin Xin's arm will not let her go. After getting on the bus, they walked all the way, mixed with Northeast Chinese, German, Spanish, and English, and talked in a mess, not even Huang Xin could understand.

When he got home, Wang Ai couldn't help but push Huang Xin to the backyard, standing in the yard himself, and shouting at the compartment: "Li Lin, call me tomorrow morning."

Yan Zhu and Zhao Dan looked at each other. Yan Zhu had a good deal with Li Lin, but Zhao Dan had never dealt with Li Lin at all. Besides, Li Lin? How many years have that happened?

Huang Xin, who could not sleep, heard Wang Ai yelling at Li Lin in the front yard, and suddenly he took a moment, as if returning to the day when the three of them were here night and night. Today, she is based in Shenyang, Li Lin makes her home in Beijing, and Wang Ai travels to Spain. This former courtyard full of laughter and freedom was also lonely.

No matter how big a house is, it's a furnishing. Is this the two years of the National People's Congress the happiest part of his life? If you think about it, although your studies are heavy and unrestrained, you can talk every day, learn to practice ball, and be nervous and fulfilling. Now, when I grow up, life and work can't be as pure as in those days.

In the early morning of the next day, the sun climbed up the eastern sky early and spread in this peaceful courtyard. Wang Ai, who drank too much wine, feels heavy physically and doesn't want to wake up.

"Well." There was a rattling sound from the carved window, and then there was a gentle female voice who had to be hot, but said: "Wang Ai, it's late to go to school."

"Oh, it was too late to learn last night, I said I was so sleepy." Wang Ai stumbled up, opened the door, and Huang Xin, wearing a school uniform, looked at his face, "Hurry up and eat. "

Behind her, Li Lin, wearing sportswear, was sitting in the middle of the yard, biting on a turnip in the porridge.

Wang Ai blinked, and suddenly angrily pointed at Huang Xin: "You lied to me!"

Li Lin's hands were stubborn, it was boring to expose them, Dr. Wang!

"It's summer vacation, what school!" I heard Wang Ai's indignation.