Reborn on Top of Football

After scoring the goals, Enrique, Kluivert and Ronaldinho hugged together and slowly returned to the half court. When passing by, Wang Ai seemed to see Ronaldinho smile at himself, but didn't seem to rush at himself.

"Don't be fooled." Pelelong slaps Wang Ai. "He did it on purpose."

"Okay." Wang Ai took a deep breath, preparing to launch another round of charge.

"Rey!" Victor stepped forward. "You need to coordinate with us."

"Huh?" Wang Ai widened his eyes, didn't understand, and stared blankly around. The teammates were preparing for the kick-off, and Irueta on the side of the field, as usual, was dark-faced and didn't know who to luck with. His face is not clear, most people are standing, it seems that they are looking at themselves with solemn eyes.

"Well, the ball?" Wang Ai didn't hear the kickoff whistle, and then the football was passed by his teammates, but he didn't hold it and asked Iniesta to **** it easily. Immediately, the ball was transferred to Ronaldinho's feet, and another stormy sea was set off in the half of Laco. Fortunately, Naiberte broke the sideline with a big foot.

The teammates took a look at Wang Ai in surprise, and then returned to their positions silently to continue the game. Wang Ai's next performance continued to be unsettled, which was a little dazed, and was even more dazed by Victor's short words. People with advanced thinking have this problem, and they are particularly vulnerable to being trapped in various paradoxes. Usually when Wang Ai went to school, he often faced various types of "horny horns", and after a long time of thinking, he got out of it and often he could make a big improvement in thinking logic.

Unfortunately, at this moment Wang Ai is caught in this kind of habitual thinking activity and it is difficult to extricate himself. And Laco's teammates are not used to talking, they are more used to moving forward silently, and no one comes up to break Wang Ai's entanglement.

In other words, Wang Ai is being tortured by his obsessive-compulsive disorder, but his teammates have not found it. Most of them are barely junior high school graduates, and they have not experienced the situation of Wang Ai. Naturally, they cannot understand how terrible a scholar is once tangled.

In the 31st minute of the first half, Laco attacked the frontcourt and was intercepted by Puyol for a long pass. Ovemars ran the ball for a long distance attack. Molina attacked and blocked although he successfully resolved the threat of Peter Pan, but The ball was released and Ronaldinho followed up successfully.

The situation behind the two goals was not rewritten by Tristan's tough goal in the first half of stoppage time.

With a score of one goal behind, Lakozhong will return to the locker room dullly, no one speaks, no one loses his temper, and no one accuses Rey of wandering like a ghost for 35 minutes except for 10 minutes of excitement. Sitting in the corner of the locker room, Wang Ai was still struggling: I worked hard but it didn't work. If I coordinate with Victor, it means that if I don't work hard, I won't be able to score a goal? Am I working hard or not?

Of course, Irueta will not let go of Rey, who can be described as a "big loss", chattering and dancing. Among the fans in the stands, whether Rey did not sleep well, so the discussion that has been sleepwalking is also going on in all corners. For the current Laco and Laco fans, losing a goal is not unacceptable, but Rey's state is what worries them most.

Irueta was scolding, Wang Ai suddenly stood up, the hearts of the teammates beating, they would never want to see Rey and the Basques get together. This team of Laco has come to today through unity. And Rey's influence, ability to sell jerseys, and technical ability are not comparable to those of Dejamin Harney in his early years. Once he and Irueta are in trouble, it will be a big earthquake.

Never! Belleron, Pablo, Victor and Luke with a little injury all stared at Wang Ai nervously.

Unexpectedly, Wang Ai didn't notice this at all, and even Irueta did not hear anything. He just felt that the noise in the locker room was particularly annoying. He wanted to go out to catch his breath, so when he stood up, no one frowned, shook his head, pushed the door of the locker room, and walked out.

"What is this?" The teammates looked at each other, this is to leave the field and not kick? Or a mild protest?

Even Irueta is confused. You can argue with me. What's the matter of going out silently? The assistant coach wanted to go out to find Wang Ai, and was stopped by Iruetara: "Forget it, let's not talk about him, let us be sent off!" After that, he resumed tactics.

Wang Ai, who had left the locker room, walked out almost humblely. He had no goals, no clear ideas, and he let him take a slap, looking up at Zhao Dan.

The handsome guy asked with concern: "What's the matter with you, Xiao Wang? I don't think you belong?"

Wang Ai shook his head and did not explain. The front player channel looks like a bright cave. Outside is a noisy hustle and bustle. Wang Ai turned around and walked back. There was a medical room behind the locker room, a storage room for shoes and other items, and a security room. Zhao Dan silently accompanied Wang Ai and pulled out the phone.

He could see that Wang Ai had a temper tantrum and was habitually entangled in the scholar. Whenever he returned from a class or encountered a topic from a colleague in the philosophical world, it was something that he could not understand. And he always does. Once wandering to the beach in the middle of the night, sitting under the ancient obelisk by the coast of A Coruña, Zhao Danyan and Zhu followed them for half a night.

After dozens of seconds, Constance stormed in and grabbed Wang Ai: "Dr. Wang, what's wrong with you?"

It was found that he was a college student, and Wang Ai felt a bit of a common language, so he said, "Is it good or not?

"What?" Constance was also at a loss.

A few moments later, Constance laughed at all: "Victor means that you should look at the status of your teammates, and then when you seek cooperation, try to take care of your teammates' status, not to make your own efforts or not."

"Is that so?" Wang Ai looked at Constance in confusion. His thinking had entered a very advanced philosophical field, which involved extremely complicated logic, so the subconscious thought that Victor's reminder had any profound meaning. .

"That's it!" Constance nodded categorically.

Wang Ai shook his head. He was not convinced by the one-year-old Constance, even if her beautiful face was very friendly.

The intermission time passed quickly and Irueta did not make a substitution.

Wang Ai struggled for another five minutes before finally frowning to find Victor: "Sanchez ..."

Soon, Victor figured out Wang Ai's tangles, and patted Wang Ai's shoulder rather cried: "Dear Rey, I just want you to pay attention to the position and status of the rest of us, there is no other meaning It ’s not a philosophical proposition, you ... oh my god! Wake up quickly, Rey, we are behind two goals, and the Basques are going to pick up spears. "