Reborn on Top of Football

"I have heard rumors that Mr. Chairman has a little hobby and likes to record when he is talking to people."

"Really?" Xu Qinglian was surprised: "As for that? Such a big shot does such a thing?"

Wang Ai shrugged: "Maybe it's because of this kind of thing that you become a big shot."

Xu Qinglian recalled it carefully and shook her head: "It won't be a big problem even if your words are released tonight. Private conversations will inevitably be more broad. But you are very conservative on political topics, and you don't criticize when talking about other people... Well, Congratulations, Dr. Wang, you have matured!"

"And." Although Wang Ai was disdainful, the smile at the corner of his mouth betrayed him: "Help me think about who the first batch of coaches should be. This is something I fought for personally and has nothing to do with the college or the Football Association."

"It's as if you are in charge of the whole country during the winter camp. Don't worry, no one will accuse you of this. It's not the dean who plays football!"

"It's hard to satisfy my desires. Think about it. It's better to keep a low profile. If someone finds out, just say it's because of my personal relationship. Well, that's it. Help me think about who to look for."

"Can you draw a circle?"

"Of course he is my friend, followed by Liaozu, then Liaoshen, and then the whole country."

"You really put yourself first!"

Wang Ai spread his hands: "I can't use my favor anymore? What kind of world is this!"

"Old horse." Xu Qinglian suggested seriously: "I thought of him first. If he hadn't made way for you in the World Cup 16 years ago, you wouldn't have become famous so early, and you would have been affected in the future. He is a humble, unpretentious man who can be trusted.”

"I don't know about his coaching ability. Is it too high to go to Real Madrid?"

"He is doing youth training in Sichuan. You can let him go to the echelon. It can last a little longer."

"That's right." Wang Ai nodded: "Okay, Lao Ma Tou is the first one, who else is there?"

"Luo Tongliang, he is also a humble and simple person, and he is also engaged in youth training. You said that he, an internationally renowned star, actually went to work as an assistant for Yu Ming. Isn't this practical enough?"

"Yeah, okay, he's the second one, what else?"

"You're asking me? You decide for yourself! I only know these two people."

"Okay, okay, I'll send it to the group and see who else there is. If it doesn't work, let Mai Chao decide. No one will give it this time, but this is from our company!"

"You were selfless once and then went out of your way to make amends because you felt guilty, right?" Xu Qinglian was suspicious.

"Baga!" Wang Ai puffed his beard and glared, but couldn't say a word to defend himself, because he really thought so and was not prepared to be peeped at.

Xu Qinglian covered her mouth and laughed all the way, as if Baga was not scolding her.

When the women in the family heard the news, they had different reactions. Leonie asked Wang Ai to give the quota directly to Mai Chao. The little beauty asked Wang Ai to ask his former teammates, don't give them all to their own company, and always take into account their image. Kang Si I feel like everyone is right but I have no idea. Finally, Huang Xin summarized everyone's opinions and suggested that Wang Ai make an informal report to Lao Gao, "gift" the quota to the Chinese Football Association in a private capacity, and also suggested two candidates, Lao Ma and Lao Luo.

In this way, both public and private considerations are taken into consideration, and the reputation is not bad.

Everyone praised Huang Xin for being cunning.

Lao Gao answered Wang Ai's call and hung up after understanding the call. He then sent three names over the next day: Yang Chen, Xie Hui, and Xu Yunlong.

Wang Ai took a look at these three people, plus the two he chose, okay, Liaoning Football Team, Beijing Football Team, Shanghai Football Team, Sichuan Football Team, each of the four major Chinese football bases is represented by one place, and BJ is the capital, so there are two!

Moreover, these people have all been Wang Ai's teammates and have had many interactions with Wang Ai off the court. Wang Ai especially has a good impression of Yang Chen. Such a list is smooth and comprehensive, showing Lao Gao's increasingly sophisticated skills.

Coincidentally, the force that opposes Lao Gao in football is this group of young and middle-aged people. Now Lao Gao has given them a golden opportunity, and they are only the first batch...

Wang Ai replied happily to Lao Gao: No problem.

Soon, Wang Ai was pulled into a group on WeChat, which was built by Lao Ma. Several people were in it, and there was a sudden excitement. Wang Ai only now knows for sure what everyone is doing. For example, Xu Yunlong retired last year and is currently idle, Xie Hui is working as an assistant coach at the club, Yang Chen is working as an assistant coach for the national team, and Lao Ma has become the general manager, but his thoughts are different. Still in youth training.

Due to the support of Lao Gao and the rare opportunity, several people went through the relevant procedures very quickly. At the same time that Wang Ai set off with the team to the Basque Country for the fourth round of the new season's league, five people arrived in Madrid.

Both sides played average in this game, and even Wang Ai was average. He scored two goals in 45 minutes, which was average.

But he made the five old Chinese international players in the hotel drink several boxes of beer!

Reunion with old friends is one, the unexpected opportunity to work at Real Madrid is one, looking at the glory of the little brother in the past is still there, and the free drinks brought by the two assistants who came specially to receive them are also...

"Is this still ordinary?"

Wang Ai went to the hotel as soon as he returned to Madrid. When Yang Chen heard his plain talk, he tried to shake his shoulders: "Ask some of us, how many times in our lives have we scored two goals in a single game?"

"That's right, you bully my old horse as a midfielder!"

"I'm a defender..."

Xie Hui turned around and looked down on Luo Tongliang: "You defender is the fourth top scorer in the history of the national team!"

"Hey, hey, I'm an exception, I'm an exception, I'm a pure, pure defender!" Xu Yunlong raised his hands in the air.

Wang Ai opened his arms and hugged his big brothers one by one. Xu Qinglian, who followed, could tell just from Wang Ai's back how happy he was. All the negative emotions from summer were gone.

"Sure enough, the men have more in common."

Giving up their seats to a few old international players, Xu Qinglian and Kangsi got into another Iveco, and the car made a special circle around the Bernabeu as it drove to Wang Ai's house.

The car in front gradually approached the Bernabeu amid laughter and laughter. Even if it was not a match day, there were many fans lingering here. When they thought about working here often in the future, even though they were not players, the five of them were still excited.

At this moment, the car passed by the main entrance, but unexpectedly found that the giant poster hanging high on the main entrance had been updated. There were no longer two giant posters in the first row, but only Wang Ai. Behind him are Benzema and Bale, then Marcelo, Modric and Ramos, six people standing.

Although it is highlighted that Ramos is the captain, the representative of local players, and the political core of the team, what is more attractive is still the only person in the first row, and he is also the younger brother of the Chinese guests who came from afar.

This poster heralds that Real Madrid has officially entered the single-core era.