Reborn on Top of Football

In the center of the excitement, Wang Ai took the national flag from the coach. He stretched his arms to one side, unfolded the national flag, and displayed it to the stands in all directions.

Many people were moved to tears by this scene!

This scene has too many meanings. Maybe the Western media will cut this scene in the rebroadcast tomorrow, but the live broadcast at this time will not. Even the Western media must take care of the audience's star-chasing heart and honestly transmit it to the five continents. All over the world.

Speechless is worth a thousand words!

Under the deep black night sky in Doha and in the light mist of the desert, Wang Ai's tall figure, slender arms and brightly fluttering national flag formed a silhouette that can be savored again and again in the future.

Under the guidance of the coach, Wang Ai put on the national flag and prepared to fulfill his obligation to circle the field for a week. After stepping onto the runway, Wang Ai reached into his trouser pocket and took out a triangular red scarf. After raising it with one hand and fluttering in the wind for more than ten seconds, Wang Ai tied it to his chest while jogging.

Breeze, smile, waves; dark night, flash, heat.

The ring was only four hundred meters long, and Wang Ai ran very slowly, fully enjoying the short-lived divinity of the legendary record creator. Even for Wang Ai, such opportunities are rare.

Back under the grandstand, Wang Ai had calmed down while his temporary godhead was still there.

Ma Fanshu blocked the way arrogantly: "Three trial jumps, three broken records, and the last jump raised the original record by 22 centimeters. Wang Ai, how did you do that?"

"Uh... it jumped out." After Wang Ai finished speaking, he felt that this occasion was not suitable for joking, so he quickly added: "Hard work!"

Seeing Wang Ai conscientiously waving his arms in a "strength" gesture, the onlookers laughed out loud.

Wang Ai was helpless: "I'm serious."

"Hahaha!" Ma Fanshu broke the defense.

Wang Ai took a breath through his nose, rolled his eyes secretly, and waited for Ma Fanshu to stop laughing, and then listened to her: "Well, did you know in advance that you could break the record? Are you ready to break the record?"

Wang Ai nodded: "I don't know, I'm not sure, but I've thought about it a lot."

"Everyone has felt that you are going to break the record since yesterday. Today's result is much improved than before. Is it because you have been practicing specifically in the past few years?"

"Maybe there are some adjustments to the focus? It's not obvious. I didn't pay attention to it."

At this time, a coach gestured to Ma Fanshu from outside the camera, and Ma Fanshu asked the last question: "Red scarf, right? Why?"

"Well, I watched a primary school sports meeting some time ago. After I came back, I suddenly remembered that when I was a young pioneer, many adults took care of me." Wang Ai scratched his forehead: "Speaking of which, I quite miss that. Time, but now that I have grown up...such a big man...anyway, it is my turn to take care of others. So, well, I will take this opportunity today to encourage the children."

"Okay Wang Ai, we'll talk again after you're a hundred meters away!"

Wang Ai nodded and turned around to walk towards the green. The award podium was already set up. The second runner-up and second runner-up shook hands with Wang Ai. After receiving the award, they took a photo with Wang Ai. It was quiet until the national flag was raised and the national anthem was played.

Different from the excitement of the Chinese people in the stands, different from the excitement of Leonie, Kangsi and other family members and accompanying groups, standing in the center of the crowd looking up at the national flag rising and being shocked by the undulating national anthem, Wang Ai was very happy. calm. He thought about winning glory for the country, thinking about the sick man of East Asia at first, and thinking about the mood of his colleagues when they raised the national flag again and again.

"What are they thinking about?" Wang Ai was suddenly provoked by this question and couldn't calm down.

After returning to the locker room, Wang Ai couldn't wait to take out his phone, but he didn't know who to call.

Needless to say about football, they are all the same as him. Those guys with brains and muscles are probably in a state of confusion. It is better to find someone with a high IQ to ask, yes, Yao Ming!

After finding Yao Ming's phone number, Wang Ai suddenly realized that Chairman Yao had to scold him in Houston-style Shanghainese.

Who else to look for? Guo Jingjing? This point... She just gave birth to a baby at the beginning of the year, and it is very likely that Huo Qigang's Hong Kong-style Mandarin will appear.

Forget it! Wang Ai looked around the lounge in distress, but found almost no one he recognized. He finally saw Xie Zhenye in the corner, but if he asked him how he felt about being the world champion, Xiao Xie would probably think that he was making fun of him.

"But to find a non-football player that he knows and has similar achievements to his own, Wang Ai thought of the national table tennis players. There are a lot of them there, but they are in China, and they should all take a rest at this point. It is best to be in track and field. I also came to Doha, but I don’t have a competition now...Hey, I remembered it!"

"Li Jiao, I want to ask you something."

Wang Ai's voice came from the phone, and Gong Lijiao, who was in the gym, looked surprised: "What's the matter? Aren't you competing?"

"Ah, I just ran away in a while, but now I have something on my mind that I can't let go of."

"Say it." Gong Lijiao became serious.

"When I was receiving the award just now, I suddenly thought, what are others thinking at this time? I feel like I am too calm today?"

Gong Lijiao shook her head slightly at the coach and asked the coach to lower the voices of others around him: "My feelings are similar to others. When I received the award, I was just excited. All kinds of emotions came out at once and I couldn't think normally."

Wang Ai said "hmm" on the phone, and Gong Lijiao smiled: "It's hard for me to win a gold medal. I will inevitably have a lot of snot and tears and forget everything. Only you, brother, can do this." calm."

"Yeah, haha...ah, I'll hang up then. Let's meet and chat when we have time!"

Wang Ai hung up the phone, and Gong Lijiao continued training. The two had met each other since the London Olympics seven years ago, and they had only met each other. Even if they participated in the World Championships at the same time, Wang Ai often had to do it because of a lot of things in football. Come and go in a hurry. Fortunately, the two of them had similar personalities, and the phone and online chats continued, so Wang Aicai asked casually and Gong Lijiao answered casually.

It happened that a reporter from Xinhua News Agency was following Gong Lijiao. When Gong Lijiao finished a training break, he curiously asked her: "What was it just now?"

Gong Lijiao pointed to Wang Ai on the TV who was preparing for the 100-meter final: "He."

"Ah, Wang Ai is calling you now?"

"Ah! We are very familiar with each other." Gong Lijiao took the towel handed over by the coach and wiped her sweat and said: "We met at the London Olympics seven years ago. We both hit it off. We have rarely seen each other in recent years, but we have chatted online intermittently. Break...run away!"

The two temporarily stopped talking. They saw the eight trapeze players getting ready to go. The big stadium was as quiet as morning. After the gunshot, Wang Ai took the lead and ran faster and faster, leaving the other seven black people farther and farther away.

After a few breaths, Wang Ai crossed the finish line, and the camera stopped on the timer: 9 seconds 66!

"Bring it on!"

Amid the roaring applause in the gym, Gong Lijiao, who was sitting, waved her fist: "He is so strong!"