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Vol 8 Chapter 587: Sunshine and sea of ​​clouds (7)

“How will you thank them once you break the record?”

"I don't need any special thanks, just like they won't thank me especially if I score more goals and bring more wins. We are a team and it is instinct to support each other. This is universal for any football team."

"You really don't have any special arrangements?"

"Well...if I can really break the record, I will probably book a restaurant to celebrate with everyone. Although the record is in my name, it was created by everyone. I also hope that if that moment really comes , you can put our group photo on your screen, and if you can, read the name of each of my teammates."

Of course, this interview was also sent to the TV in the visiting team's locker room. Every teammate, even the withdrawn Bell and the reticent Kroos, did not go to take a shower first. When Wang Ai finally returned to the locker room, what he faced was Everybody applauds and hugs.

"It's agreed, Wang, you want to treat us. The restaurant is not enough, there is also a nightclub!" I don't know who was making noises from behind the crowd.

"Well, I forgot to tell you that if that day comes, I will also hire a coach."

Everyone burst into laughter. The real celebration should be after the Champions League final is realized in early June. Of course, we can’t be too indulgent in the meantime. Just have a big meal and celebrate once.

The atmosphere in the team, which had been sluggish and chaotic for a season, finally became high-spirited and positive. Only then did the influence of Ramos' competition for the core of the team really dissipate, and everyone reunited around Wang Ai as the center. There are no rituals, no declarations, no symbolic moves, it just happens naturally and naturally.

It was precisely because of Wang Ai's crazy 85 goals in 25 games that Real Madrid was able to theoretically win the La Liga championship three rounds in advance despite the unfavorable situations of draws and losses when Wang Ai was away. Everyone is clearly aware of the disadvantages of this season. Cristiano Ronaldo left, his thigh was broken after seven years, Wang Ai is too busy with competitions and cannot come back, and everyone has won three consecutive championships. All kinds of fatigue, relaxation, and laziness are absolutely normal. You won't get the results you have now, both in the league and the Champions League.

Wang Ai is the one who truly leads everyone forward and leads everyone to win honors, just like Cristiano Ronaldo a few years ago.

The schedule was tight, and Real Madrid only had half a day off, which for Wang Ai was nothing. After the afternoon training the next day, the whole team went directly to the airport, crossed the Channel and landed at Heathrow Airport.

Returning to the familiar London, Wang Ai specifically asked for leave from Zidane, and took advantage of the night to go to the Thames River with Xu Qinglian, looking at the community on the other side, where Xu Qinglian's apartment was still there when she was in London.

Scenes of the past time emerge, when London's West End was crazy about Wang Ai. The noise at that time is still in the ears, but it has gradually been forgotten by today's Chelsea fans.

After all, more than ten years have passed.

Facing the evening breeze, Xu Qinglian stroked her hair: "If you had stayed, you wouldn't be feeling as emotional as you are today, right?"

"There will be." Wang Ai turned around: "But I should sigh that the Thames River has been silently moving eastwards for many years, and it is indifferent."

Xu Qinglian laughed, approached Wang Ai and held his arm: "If you had stayed here, a bronze statue should be erected for you now, right?"

Wang Ai held his arm to make her feel more comfortable: "It should be possible if my grades remain unchanged, right? But it's difficult to keep my grades unchanged. I can't be so active in a team for a long time, and there's a lack of stimulation. And it's hard for people to judge. In terms of my results, which one has greater contribution is my own contribution, or the contribution of the club, coaches and teammates.”

"Does that mean you go around just to make people speechless?"

"I am Chinese, and I must use my strength and unshakable strength to make them admit it."

"For this reason, you would rather endure the travel, take your family with you, and give up the opportunity to leave a profound impact on a city."

"I am individualistic." Wang Ai stretched out his arm to hug Xu Qinglian's shoulders: "Besides, don't you think revisiting your old place is also a special experience?"

"Yes, there are so many places you have revisited."

"Haha." Wang Ai raised his head and smiled, hugging his wife and walking back: "London has changed very little. Except for the smartphones in people's hands, it seems like time has stopped."

"How many times have you been shopping?" Xu Qinglian's fingers swept across the street: "There are a lot more black people, a lot more bearded South Asians, and some Arabs, right? It's hard to see clearly at night, how about us? There was a lot more diversity than back then.”

"There are also some Slavs, Eastern Slavs." A golden retriever floated across Wang Ai's field of vision.

Xu Qinglian pulled Wang Ai's face and said, "I want the golden retriever to go back to BJ. The lion is grinding its claws impatiently."

"Haha." Wang Ai laughed; "She is still kind-hearted. She originally agreed to leave everything to Huang Xin, but in the end she still couldn't bear it. There were more children, and Huang Xin took care of seven gourd babies like the director of a kindergarten. It’s not easy either.”

The couple's journey of reminiscing was interrupted by a drizzle of rain. When they arrived at the hotel door, they met the little beauty and Kangsi who had also been rained down.

The two of them asked while arranging their clothes: "Is it good?"

"What's the matter? I don't have time to play." Xu Qinglian urged: "Hurry up and go back to the room to get a towel to wipe off. Your hair is already wet."

Arriving at the luxurious suite, Wang Ai greeted the guard who stayed behind and went inside to wipe her hair. The women simply wiped their hair and talked for a while, and then the little beauty and Kang Si went downstairs together.

Not staying is not because I can’t live here, but because I don’t want to squeeze Wang Ai dry…

Since Xu Qinglian has fulfilled more and more of her responsibilities as a wife, Little Beauty and Kang Si have gradually retreated from public places. In today's situation, it is common sense that a female agent or manager would not be in the same room as her wife. If she stayed, everyone would be suspicious, unless the wife did not come.

No matter how much speculation they have about Wang Ai's private life, Wang Ai needs to give them a reasonable explanation.

The next night, White Hart Lane welcomed the luxurious Real Madrid and the Oriental super giant who was preparing to create an even greater record. When the two sides lined up to shake hands, Wang Ai specifically stayed in front of Sun Xingmin for a second and said a word to him. This was specially requested by Gao Gao before the game.

As the two Oriental stars who are the most watched in the world and the most watched in the Premier League, a subtle interaction can provide topics for all parties. Although only Koreans currently shout "replace Wang Ai", it is still a gimmick.

Lao Gao wanted to operate internally and relied on good external relationships, so Wang Ai cooperated.

After the game officially started, there was no such warmth anymore. Real Madrid, with full firepower, played White Hart Lane as their home court, while Tottenham stars, including Son Heung-min, were almost helpless.

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