Reborn on Top of Football

"Wang Ai, what do you think of your record of 19 consecutive goals in the World Cup being interrupted today? Do you feel regret and regret?"

After the game, on the sidelines, He Wei held the microphone and shouted this question in the reporter group. Even if he was the first to ask the question, no one would rob him, but he was still very excited: "Wang Ai, we all know that. What a great record, you could have had the chance to continue it today."

"Ah?" Wang Ai was startled, and then he cooperated with a look of regret and loss. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly looked up at He Wei: "And this record?"

In front of the TV, including the leaders accompanied by Shen Xiangfu all smiled, even he was fooled by Wang Ai's expression just now. Tens of millions of fans who happily watched the live broadcast also burst into laughter.

On the TV, He Wei was almost caught by Wang Ai, so he simply cheated: "Captain Wang, my Captain Wang, this is a live broadcast, a live broadcast! The whole country is watching, you are serious."

"Oh." Wang Ai scratched his face and thought for a while: "I didn't lie to you, I really didn't know that this record existed. Then, since this record was not created on purpose by me, then it is unnecessary. Deliberately keep it. In fact, compared to this, isn’t the Chinese team writing a bigger and more beautiful record in every game now?”

"So what do you think about your performance with Messi today? He scored and you didn't."

Wang Ai patted Messi's jersey on his shoulder: "Not only did I fail to score, but I was quite embarrassed. I know what I look like today in the camera, right? I have become a Messi skill countless times. background board? My agent must be hiding in a corner and crying at this time."

Speaking of which, Wang Ai looked at He Wei and the other reporters in front of him, many of them from East Asia, and said with a sigh of relief: "There is no doubt that Messi won me today."

Wang Ai suddenly smiled and opened his eyes wide: "But, the Chinese team won! We are in the semi-finals!"

As soon as he said it, I don't know how many people looked at Wang Ai who was punching **** the TV and their hearts were surging!

Even Shen Xiangfu, who was with the leader, forgot about himself for a while and blurted out: "Okay!"

The leader looked at Shen Xiangfu who was excited, looked at Jin Zhiyang, who was calm and sturdy, and looked at Wang Ai, whose jersey was dirty on TV. At this time, Shen Xiangfu noticed his gaffe, turned his head and smiled apologetically at the leader and accompanying secretary.

The leader shook his head and pointed to the TV: "Everyone talks about patriotism, but what is patriotism? Everyone talks about dedication, what is dedication? This kind of critical juncture can reveal a person's true colors."

The accompanying people nodded one after another, and some showed a look of thinking.

Lao Shen suddenly looked at Jin Zhiyang hesitantly, the leader waved his hand and smiled, "Just say something."

Jin Zhiyang smiled and no longer stopped him, but Shen Xiangfu was still a little cautious: "He privately admired Bai Fangli, the old man who supported the teaching in Tianjin, and told his deeds in the national team's internal study many times, and called on the players to learn from him* ****** listened quietly and nodded lightly: "No wonder. "

When Wang Ai disappeared from the camera with his unforgettable smile, He Wei turned to face the camera: "Finally we got through this, we got through the hard test from Argentina and Messi, we Entering the semi-finals, we are close to that goal. Please look forward to it and witness it together with us.”

As the people watching the game in the middle of the night dispersed, the Brazilian National Stadium also returned to calm. The Chinese team and the Argentine team both returned to their hotels. Through today's hard game, the Chinese team won the ticket to the Sao Paulo Arena, while the Argentina team can enjoy this relaxed summer, although they are reluctant, although they are full of heart bitter.

There were two games at noon and afternoon yesterday to determine the previous combination of the semi-finals. The German team in the France-Germany battle defeated France 1:0, and the match between Brazil and Colombia ended with the host 2:1. A few days later, it was the match where Wang Ai still had a clear memory of Germany's bloodbath in Brazil. In the game between the Netherlands and Costa Rica to be played this afternoon, it is no surprise that the Tulip Legion should become the opponent of the Chinese team.

It was the Orange Army of Robben, Sneijder, Van der Vaart and Huntelaar, a national team that Wang Ai likes very much. Wang Ai felt a little sad at the thought of fighting to death with his friends, even resolutely eliminating them from the game and destroying their great dreams.

"Maybe I've become weak because of too much consumption today." Wang Ai whispered to Leoni next to him on the bus back to the hotel.

"What's wrong with you admitting it openly?" Leoni poked Wang Ai's ribs in the bustling carriage.

"Don't make trouble." Wang Ai took a breath, and waved his hand amid Leoni's sudden discoloration: "No big deal, the team doctor has seen it, no fractures, but it was hit pretty hard, Messi's arm Still pretty tough."

"Thanks I still sympathize with him, it's good to be eliminated, let him cry to death!" Leonie loves and hates clearly.

Wang Ai laughed and shook his head, Leoni grabbed Wang Ai's hand: "What's the matter? Love is overflowing?"

Wang Ai blinked: "No, but suddenly it feels as if we are all helpless, and we have inherited the spirit of gladiators for thousands of years. Even if there is no injustice or hatred, we can only kill you for the praise of the audience. Those who should have become friends, become friends who promote each other, compete with each other and go to a higher level. At least if we are in Chinese culture, this is definitely the end..."

"If that's the case, can it still have the charm of the World Cup and the charm of football? Cruelty is actually a kind of beauty, a kind of soul-stirring beauty." Leoni took the taste of aria: "It is precisely because there are laughter and tears. , There are successes, failures, realizations, regrets, dramas, comedies, and tragedies, the World Cup is so charming, and it is still unforgettable decades later."

Wang Ai puffed out her cheeks and panted, and Leoni said amusingly: "You have to adapt to your role, you are what you do, and you are the best at it. If you sympathize with them, do you sympathize with them? How many opponents have you beaten, how many tears have you made? The star who can score the most, the super giant who has scored 88 league goals in a season, now I think about it, I’m sorry? What did you do earlier?”

"Come on." Leoni continued: "The century-old modern football has been contributed and created by many factors. At least in terms of business and influence, it is already in a near-perfect state. Your football reform entry point is wrong. "

"Who's thinking about football reform?" Wang Ai twisted his body angrily, ignoring the lion.