Reborn on Top of Football

After scoring, Wang Ai pointed at the direction of the Chinese fans and ran to the Chinese fans 'square. He jumped high and raised an arm with a clenched fist, in exchange for Chinese fans' shouting. With sharp eyes, Wang Ai found that several female fans were wiping tears, including his sister and sister, even the male fans were also full of water.

The promising young star Wang Ai used his hard work and hard work to present the most precious gift to the hundreds of fans who are here to support the national football team in a foreign country!

All the Chinese fans who watched the game in front of the TV at home, even without any doubt, believed that this is the ball destined to be recorded in the history of Chinese football, which the fans shouted in! Created by fans! Without this cry, the result of this game would be 1: 0!

After half a minute of celebration, the game started again. A list of stark contrasts between listless Oman players and elated Chinese players. The enthusiasm of the audience set off by Wang Ai greatly interfered with the game. The players could not hear each other, and the hustle and bustle of the court with the referee's final whistle reached the peak!

Immediately after the game, Wang Ai picked up the football and ran away from his teammates and rushed towards the Chinese fans behind the bench. A standard sideline ball gesture threw the ball to more than 100 Chinese fans. The football rolled in the crowd and finally Successfully jumped up and grabbed a tight hug in his arms.

"Wang Ai, jersey! Jersey!" A fan shouted fiercely in the crowd, pointing at Wang Ai's jersey.

Wang Ai, who was over-excited, took off his jersey in front of the coaches, players, substitutes, officials and AFC awards officials, referees, and the Iranian team, the Japanese team and the entire audience of the Chinese and Omani teams. For the Chinese fans, the fans haven't done yet. More than a hundred people are not enough points! Another shouted, "Ball pants, ball pants!" The crazy Wang Ai took off the ball pants and threw them onto the stand. This time, without waiting for the fans to shout, he took off the leg guards, socks, and sneakers. Coming to Chinese fans is extremely exciting.

"My brother! He will be gone if he takes off again!" Zhao Xuri's eyes were quick and he hugged Wang Ai who was touching his underwear.

Wang Ai, who was a little calmer, smiled and waved at the fans: "Can't take off anymore, the TV station won't let it broadcast!"

Lao Gao, who couldn't hide his smile, came over and slap Wang Ai with a slap: "Hurry back to get dressed and give a prize in a while!"

"Wait a while!" Wang Ai turned around and greeted or ran around, or lay down on the floor, or talked and laughed on the bench. The first stage and the second stage gathered together, bowing deeply in front of the Chinese fans. Hands applaud.

The cheers of Chinese fans reached the apex, even if there were only a hundred people, they screamed the highest decibel in the audience!

Wang Ai was about to turn into the locker room. Chen Tao pulled Wang Ai and pointed to the side. Wang Ai found that more than 5,000 Vietnamese fans in the audience were staring at this side. They were not Chinese and were embarrassed to send out invitations.

"Go! Thank you Vietnamese fans."

The young team members went in the direction of the stands of Vietnamese fans.

Everywhere in the stands, the fans of the audience must be chanted, and the young team members bowed to thank them. After a round, I received countless applause.

When he was near the stands in China, Zhao Xuri greeted the photographer to take photos, pointed at Wang Ai and laughed aloud: "Be sure to take pictures of our team!"

Others are fully equipped, except that Wang Ai is a pair of underpants, even shoes are gone, and she walks barefoot.

Wang Ai yelled at Zhao Xuri with a roar. In Zhao Xuri's dull eyes, he tripped Zhao Xuri to the ground, grabbed Zhao Xuri's ball pants with both hands, and ran down.

"Ah!" Zhao Xuri screamed, holding the ball pants in his hands was not loose.

Wang Ai couldn't compete with him, turned his head and stared fiercely at the other young players ...

"Boss is crazy, run away!" Zeng Cheng, the youngest in physical fitness, screamed, and ran to the locker room with his hands in his pants. In the chase of Wang Ai, the full-fledged national youth team blasted, smashed in place, and rushed into a storm ...

What Wang Ai didn't know was that this scene was not only seen by more than 100 Chinese fans and more than 5,000 Vietnamese fans in the field ... Because the CCTV Sports Channel had a live broadcast temporarily, this live broadcast room The hosts Liu Jianhong, Zhang Bin, guests Marin and Tang Yaodong couldn't breathe at the screen and laughed. The national fans who watched the game at this time couldn't help laughing.

The host Zhang Bin was the curator of this special edition of Football Night Special. He urgently contacted reporters in front of him and asked to interview Wang Ai now.

The reporter at the scene hesitated, "Is it appropriate now? He wears so little?"

Zhang Bin said eagerly: "It's now, don't forget, this is the country's youngest! He's only 13! Still a kid, it's okay, the leader really wants to criticize me!"

Indeed, if it is an adult, it is indeed unsightly, but how old is Wang Ai, who has not entered puberty, and a child with bare buttocks is not a tertiary film, let alone underwear, at most it is a swimsuit ...

"Wang Ai, I'm a reporter in front of CCTV. Now I want to ask you a few questions." A tall female reporter grabbed Wang Ai.

The shirtless Wang Ai heard the sound of a shock, turned around and looked around, and sure enough, he found that the two cameras were facing himself, and he was about to run when he turned around. The female reporter grabbed his arm and carried him back ...

"You are so energetic!" Wang Ai rubbed his arms dissatisfied.

The female journalist nodded proudly: "You discouraged from practicing discus in those years, so you can ask a few questions."

Wang Ai faced bitterly: "Don't ask me this kind of mental disability!"

The female journalist froze for a while, the Master of Philosophy of Renmin University is really not easy to mess with!

"19 goals in 6 games, what do you say to the national fans now?"

Wang Ai rolled her eyes: "What can I say besides being happy, very happy, happy, happy?"

Female reporter gritted her teeth: "Say something normal!"

Wang Ai spread his hand: "Then you can ask something normal."

The female reporter has never seen such a difficult player, her eyes turned suddenly, and she suddenly turned behind Wang Ai, pointing at Wang Ai's **** and saying, "Can you explain to the children across the country? Why are your pigs on the underwear?"

On the bottom of Wang Ai's **** was a smiling pig with a big belly and a harrow, and the sharp-eyed photographer had already discovered it.

Wang Ai covered her **** and forgot about it!

The female reporter pointed at the camera with pride, and Wang Ai let go.

"Say, why are the lazy and sluggish pigs?"

Wang Ai rolled his eyes angrily: "My mother said, usually I'm as dishonest as a monkey. This will give me a pick for Sun Wukong, for fear that I might break the satellite of our country in the sky! So I picked a pig Bajie to help me fall. "

At this time, the family of Wang Ai who was watching the live broadcast in Liaoyang's home was not happy. Xu Qinglian fell into Ai Xiaoqing's arms and pointed at the TV intermittently: "Auntie Ai, this is how I help him Pick. "

Taking advantage of the joy of the female reporter, Wang Ai Yi ran to the player channel, the photographer's lens followed Wang Ai, and the pig's eight ring on the buttocks arched with Wang Ai's running, very festive.

Half an hour later, the award ceremony was held. The third and second place medals will be awarded first.

Then it was the championship, the Chinese National Junior Men's Football Team!

Gao Hongbo led, Wang Ai followed closely, Chen Tao, Zhao Xuri, Zhou Haibin, Cao Di, Dai Qinhua, Yin Liangyi, Yang Fusheng, Guo Liang, Yu Yang, Yuan Lin, Wang Yongbo, Zeng Cheng ... one by one with a smile on their faces UN officials put on medals.

Today, the award was presented by Zhang Jilong, the vice chairman of the AFC, who deliberately encouraged Wang Ai for a long time.

Finally, the trophy was unveiled, and the young team members gathered around the awards podium. In the eager eyes of the young team members, Wang Ai walked to the trophy and grabbed the slender trophy with one hand, holding the bottom, high Raised high above his head.

Cheers are thunderous, ribbons are flying!