Reborn on Top of Football

The last time Wang Ai's heart was so tragic, it was still Tubingen three and a half years ago. When he realized that he was about to be forced to leave, he was still around with Leoni.

Half a day after seeing Wang Ai standing upright, he waved his hands and walked down the road home, Yan Zhu and Li Lin looked at each other and whispered a few words. They know what "Boss Wang" is sad about. Time is running like water. It is now the fifth year of Wang Ai's professional league and the fifth year of his radiance. However, there is still a big gap between what he pursues and what is realistic.

In the case where the foundation of Chinese football cannot be consolidated in a short period of time, how to make the most of the resources in his hands has become the only way for Wang Ai to pursue higher achievements in Chinese football. Even with this bleak reality, many people are still insensitive. If, according to Wang Ai's expectations, Chinese society will not be able to gradually "return blood" to the foundation of football until a well-off society more than a decade later, it is difficult for Wang Ai's career to catch up with that good time. This makes him the first person in Chinese football and the top one in world football, how willing to be!

"That, Xiao Wang." Li Lin carefully interrupted Wang Ai's thoughts.

"Huh?" Wang Ai's white face was in doubt.

"Well, I think it's a matter of this level. You can't find us. We don't understand. You can find general coaches. They have their own role restrictions. However, you don't have to think about it by yourself. You can talk to someone who thinks about macro issues like you. For example, Vice Chairman Yan?"

Wang Ai was stunned, tilting his head, squinting his eyes, and aiming at Li Lin, for a while: "You guys, can they be used as humans?"

"What are these words, when did I use them inappropriately?" Li Lin was not happy.

"Go!" Wang Ai got into the car excitedly and forgot to take care of Li Lin's little mood.

"Where?"

"Football Association... ah not right, I think about it again!"

After a long while, Wang Ai called first, and then reported an address. The car was moving forward, and the general meeting came to a slightly old community. An abducted old man stood downstairs and smiled.

"Xiao Wang, why are you free to run me today?"

"Nice commander, Rong Ma Suo, the military hurriedly, not passing through the house three times, full of guilt."

"Oh! Your kid's stomach is full of nibbling! Come on, come upstairs with me, I just want to talk to you."

Nian Weisi's home hasn't changed, the computer is still on, it seems that the old man is watching the video of the game, and he hurried downstairs after hearing Wang Ai's phone.

He gave his wife Huang Feihui the gift he gave to the coach. Wang Ai looked around and found a sofa and sat down, the pressed sofa crunched.

Nian Shuai glanced at Wang Ai: "This sofa is thirty years old, and it's almost a cultural relic. It's said that you have made a fortune, and if you break down, you'll have to pay me!"

"Hah!" Wang Ai could not help but relax: "You two go together and beat me, I will take the money."

"Oh wow, did you come home and rob you?" The old man rolled up his sleeves: "I'm old, but my nickname'FA Tieguai Li' is not in vain. This walking stick followed me to the south, Absorb the essence of the world..."

Huang Gu, a famous swimmer, will walk into the living room with a tray of fruits. He is happy when he sees a young man and a young man blowing. When he is old, he sees children, especially those who are mischievous. Their old age is also a child who does not change their innocence. Many of his juniors are his friends, so they do not block, just watch the two play.

The old man was finally tired, put down his walking stick, and began to eat fruit: "Speak, come here for me? You shouldn't be busy returning to Beijing to see the leader and study the two grand prizes? How come I have time to come here?"

"What?" Wang Ai nibbled at Apple.

"Don't you know yet?" Nian Shuai thought unexpectedly and nodded: "You will know tomorrow, I have heard the wind. Since you didn't come for this, what did you do? Come on , I have to practice martial arts."

Although Wang Ai saw the old man’s expression while laughing, his eyes were focused, so he thought about what he thought when he went to India to participate in the Asian Youth Championship. In the end, Wang Ai asked: "Why did I clearly set an example and spare no effort The promotion of better training concepts and tactical concepts and team organization concepts, but few people learn at all? I am now pessimistic that even Liaozu may not be too concerned about this, why is this?"

The old man was silent for a while before saying seriously: "Do you want to criticize them for being insensitive?"

Wang Ai smiled and shook his head bitterly: "That's all the observations and work targets of the middle and grassroots. I think about the whole. My goal has always been the whole. Only when the Chinese football is strong can the national team be strong. What I want to say is not The minutiae, but the superstructure, but the top-level design. I feel that the inertia of our Chinese football is related to our top-level design. So, I can't talk to anyone about this issue, I can only find you old, you have this height."

"But most of us are introduced from a mature league system, so you ask me this..." Nian Shuai hesitated.

"Others are either not high enough, or have insufficient experience, or have no time to study."

"...Well, let's talk about it, you first talk about your thoughts."

"...I think there is an old saying that was born out of anxiety and died of happiness. Isn't it too comfortable for us Chinese football?"

"No, is there less scolding in these years?"

"No, the national team is scolded, and the local team is rarely scolded. Right!" Wang Ai's eyes lit up: "The local team, this is the crux. The national team is built on the local team, although many times people I equate the national team with Chinese football, but we all know that this is wrong. The real Chinese football is actually the local team that forms the league. They have talent, the national team has talent, and Chinese football is prosperous. They have no talent, the national team It will dry up, even if it is sent overseas to exercise and improve a piece, it is too poor to improve and the Chinese football will decline."

Nian Weisi frowned: "Are you saying that our league design has made the local team too comfortable? Not right, the competition is fierce, there are downgrades every year, that is really the end of the fiscal!"

Wang Ai thought about it again: "But compared to the five major leagues, our club can only participate in external competitions in the AFC Champions League, and only the league champions. Some clubs have been established for decades and have never competed with foreign clubs. Guns. For them, as long as the domestic league is almost done."