Reborn on Top of Football

At 11:30 on the night of December 20, 2009, in the northern Italian city of Milan, the Meazza Stadium in the western suburbs witnessed an ordinary match in the 17th round of the Serie A 0910 season. But after the game, fireworks skyrocketed inside and outside the stadium.

Although it was a temporary preparation, all parties were extremely enthusiastic. After Moratti received a positive answer from Wang Ai before the game, the club, the stadium and the Milan city government all acted. Bundles of fireworks were quietly set amid the deafening cheers in the stadium.

When Wang Ai issued the third direct free kick in the second half of the game, and finally scored after the first two missed, the staff outside the stadium high-five to celebrate.

The stranger, who was obviously a big star but ran to the Milan Agricultural College every day, used his feet to measure a glorious road and set foot on the altar step by step. The city of Milan was fortunate to have him and shared his glory.

When stoppage time finally ended, the fans cheered in the stands. They had heard the introduction of the TV host during the intermission, and even saw the amazing numbers on the big screen on the sidelines: 50 games, 100 goals?

Even the Lazio team members walked up to the middle of the blue and black to find Wang Ai and shook hands with him to celebrate. Teammates flocked him to the stands, ran around the field for a week, and then returned to the player channel under the main stand. They were immediately blocked by the waiting reporters.

Although it was a hindsight, the news media was very powerful, but lacked organization, and all kinds of microphones were eager to squeeze into Wang Ai's mouth first.

Wang Ai took a step back frightened by the mad dog-like momentum, and the expression on his face was quite funny. The club staff immediately stepped forward to appease the excited reporter, and Moratti was watching the excitement with his hands in his coat pockets outside. Wang Ai understood that it was impossible to run.

"Thank you, Chairman Moratti." Wang Ai said this sentence and took a special look at Moratti to the outside, leading some of the media to focus on him, and then said: "He sincerely invited me to Milan. I have lived, worked, and studied here for almost two years. I don’t know how others would describe this city. My feeling is that it’s very comfortable and comfortable.”

"Will you get the World Footballer tomorrow? Will you lose to Messi again?"

"God knows." Wang Ai smiled and spread his hands: "Messi's performance is also very good, isn't it? Cristiano, Iniesta and Torres are all very good. Anyone is possible. Of course, I think , I have great hopes."

"Will you break Bailey's career total goal record? You have the best hope for now."

"Mr. Bailey's achievements are difficult to replicate. As long as he gets injured, he may say goodbye to the stadium or never find that peak state again. So Mr. Bailey is not only strong, but also lucky."

"Then do you want to break him?"

"Yes, I hope to push the limits of football a little bit higher. This is the mission of our generation of football players." Wang Ai said with a serious expression: "The Olympic spirit is higher, faster and stronger. , And constantly improve the limits of humanity. Athletes in any field shoulder this mission."

"If you win the prize tomorrow, how would you celebrate?"

"I should invite my teammates to have a meal. After all, my results cannot be separated from their help. We are a whole. It is just that I have completed the last blow of everyone's efforts many times."

"What about your girlfriend? Would you take your girlfriend on vacation? Where would you choose?"

When Wang Ai heard this question, his expression remained unchanged, but he paused briefly: "I haven't thought about it yet, haha. However, it is impossible for me to devote all my energy to vacation, because I still have to study, majoring in agricultural environment. The course is too difficult."

"I heard that you chose this major to pay attention to environmental issues, so what do you think of the Copenhagen conference that just ended? Do you have anything to say to your fans and leaders of various countries?"

"Uh, sorry." Wang Ai shook his head: "I have been busy preparing for the game and going to school this time. I didn't pay much attention to this meeting. I just learned some very simple news. If you let me face my fans Speaking, then I must be cautious, and I must first understand the content of this meeting and the reasons behind it before I can share my views with them."

Speaking of this, Wang Ai added: "After all, I am not an expert in this area. I can only say that I am more interested, and my influence is great. I must try my best to ensure that I do not mislead everyone by sending out wrong information. I can only say that I and everyone are very concerned about this issue, and I will make sure to take the time to study it...Of course, of course, I will express my opinion after the study, everyone can rest assured."

At this time, under Moratti's hint, the club staff came up to separate the two sides, and Wang Ai waved to the player channel. Before entering, I suddenly felt something, stretched out his arms and took off his No. 10 jersey, raised his arms, and threw them into the stands.

Except for Eto'o and Wang Ai to go to Zurich tomorrow, the other teammates will be on vacation, so Wang Ai has agreed with everyone that whether he wins tomorrow or not, it will be the first game after the winter break. After winning the game, I invite everyone to dinner.

The cheers of the Meazza Stadium, the fireworks in the square outside the stadium, the smiling faces of teammates and the excitement of the reporters all drifted away with the silent Iveco driving on the small road outside Milan. After the hustle and bustle is loneliness, Wang Ai suddenly a little envious of traditional athletes: you can always call friends, you can always eat and drink, you can always sing loudly, and you can always party all night...

Straightforward? Is it vulgar? Low-level? Yes, but there won't be so many troubles.

Kang Si, who was exhausted from doing two jobs, had fallen asleep leaning on Wang Ai's shoulder. Wang Ai Suo stretched out his arm around her shoulder to prevent her from falling. The car drove into the small town, reached the foot of the mountain on a turn, and went up along the gentle slope. It was probably the change in the center of gravity that caused Conse's vigilance. She opened her eyes and looked blankly. There are no street lights on the mountain road. Only the sparse light on the wall of the villa courtyard.

"Ah." Kang Si stretched out: "I finally got home, what time will we leave tomorrow?"

"Ten o'clock in the morning." Wang Ai didn't let her look through the notepad: "Will you ask for another day off tomorrow?"

"Well, good." Kang Si nodded, seeming to comfort herself: "There is nothing wrong with taking another day off. The work plan has been made in advance, and the phone is on, so you can contact in time. Besides, I will be back the next day, it is true. You can come back overnight..."

Wang Ai looked at her quietly and smiling.