Vol 5 Chapter 315: The Light of Apennines (5)

In the second half, Wang Ai's performance was slightly sluggish, and he didn't have much fighting spirit. Among the powerful teammates of Inter Milan, he can be very "willful": he can play if he wants to play, and he can be mixed if he doesn't want to play! But Jose did not intend to let him off the court for a long time, and Wang Ai could only keep idling to cooperate with his teammates.
In the 7th, 19th, 22nd, and 31st minutes of the second half, Wang Ai sent four consecutive threats, of which three turned into shots, two hits high, and one was saved...
Little Mancini stuck in his waist and looked at the goal suspiciously: Do I remember it was at home?
Seeing that his teammates gave more opportunities to himself, Wang Ai reluctantly returned to the position of center without knowing fortune in Fuzhong, which made Sangpu's guards nervous again. Faced with such a guy who is difficult to block with normal methods and who dare not use abnormal methods, he can only fill it with manpower.
Under the multiplayer defense, Wang Ai's performance was average, just like that for another ten minutes.
However, multiplayer defense will also have loopholes. In the 77th minute of the game, there was a loophole. At that time, Wang Ai was jogging in the penalty area, and his teammates sent back and forth between the two sides of the penalty area. The football was in Wang Ai's head. He flew on the top again and again, and he "worked hard", "Unfortunately" he didn't touch it.
However, this time, the Samp team didn't handle it well, and the football bounced from under the feet and went straight to Wang Ai's head.
Wang Ai is dumbfounded, so polite?
Subconsciously, Wang Ai turned sideways in place, shook his head facing the goal, and banged the ball in.
Facing Figo’s congratulations, Wang Ai didn’t react much. How did the fans know? Congratulations, the fourth year of joy, this is, the revenge is taken, this is, Mr. Wang's running without the ball is really awesome, this is...
Ten minutes later, the game ended, Inter Milan beat the visiting Sampdoria 4-0 at home. Wang Ai walked to the sidelines to hug Jose first, and walked over to the jumping Kangsi. He Wei's post-match telephone interview was prompted.
"Lao He, New Year's Eve!" Wang Ai laughed when he opened his mouth regardless of the occasion.
He Wei has been familiar with Wang Ai's style for a long time, and grinned to the camera in the live broadcast room: "Little Wang, you also have a good New Year. I will also give you New Year greetings on behalf of the fans across the country who have just watched the game."
"Huh, I'm rude, so what, that, the whole country, what do I say about this?"
"Just say it, don't waste time."
"Oh, I am Wang Ai. I am on the sidelines of the Meazza Stadium in Milan, Italy. You may still hear some noisy sounds on the scene now, oh..."
The noise was coming right away, because Wang Ai was holding the phone and walking forward, and was hugged by a fan who fell down, so a long-winded Italian...
"Lao He, are you still there?"
He Wei nodded with interest over there, "Ah, waiting for you."
"Oh well, I'm Wang Ai, I'm..."
"You said..."
"Happy New Year to fans all over the country!"
Wang Ai was much easier this time. He Wei over there was taken aback and quickly said: "I scored four goals in this field. Is this a New Year gift for fans all over the country?"
"I didn't think so much, I felt that I still watch the game for the New Year, I have to work hard!"
"But you didn't seem to be very excited in the second half?"
"Ah? Haha, I am paralyzing my opponent, ahahaha!"
He Wei complained in his heart and couldn't help but laughed: "If I remember correctly, this is your 28th league goal this season, right?"
"Really? I didn't pay much attention to this matter."
"How much do you plan to score in the end? I remember you tied your last season's scoring record in the last game?"
"It depends on the team's needs."
"How about you? Golden boots are important, right?"
"Ah...that's also depending on the team's needs, haha!"
He Wei finally couldn't help it and rolled his eyes: "Don't make trouble with Xiao Wanger, fans all over the country are watching the TV and waiting to hear your good news."
"Ah, so? Then I have to say more than last season, you might be angry... if I say more than 30, you are not very happy about it, then... 40?"
"Who are you asking?" He Wei couldn't help it: "I'm kicking?"
"Hahahaha... Well, to be serious, uh, I am Wang Ai. In Milan, I sincerely wish the people and fans all over the country a happy New Year and good health." Wang Ai walked back to the stadium holding the phone and said, "You guys. Has the live broadcast signal been cut?"
"Cut it off, it's already a live broadcast room."

I’m back on the turf now, and the fans have left the stadium. It’s quieter.
Wang Ai looked at the dark sky above his head with his hips akimbo:
I will go back to the small town of Appiano to celebrate the New Year with my family later this afternoon. I watched the Spring Festival Gala, and I haven’t eaten the New Year’s Eve dinner. There is no Chinese New Year atmosphere here in Milan. I, I kind of miss Beijing. In the past year, it was not easy for everyone. There were laughter, tears, struggle, and achievements. The more When you are abroad, the more you can see things clearly, the more you love our country. We are still a developing country, and everyone has to work hard. So am I, I am on the road, and I have to work hard."
He Wei, who was a little emotionally shocked by Wang Ai's sudden confession, listened silently.
"Everyone should be sleepy. The captain is still looking for me. It was probably the post-match press conference. I didn't even take a shower. I said one last thing." Wang Ai coughed: "I know many people like me, then I Today, I want to be presumptuous and make a request. I ask you to squeeze out a little to exercise when you have time, even if you have a few more minutes a day. Please cherish your body, I need you, and the country needs you. All walks of life Workers, you are the writers of the revival of the motherland. I hope that we will work together in different positions. 2008 has passed, and the new year is waiting for us."
"Okay, thank you Xiao Wanger, I will also work hard. I hope you can have a better performance this year."
"Alright, definitely!"
After hanging up the phone, Wang Ai let out a sigh, Kang Si approached and took the hot call: "I miss you every holiday?"
Wang Ai smiled, and suddenly remembered that Kang Si didn't even have a real relative. She couldn't help but open her arms, but Kang Si hurriedly avoided and reminded in a low voice, "No, there are reporters."
"Oh, I owe it first."
Wearing a sweat-drenched jersey to attend the press conference, after adeptly responding to various questions, Wang Ai returned to the locker room and took a brief shower before putting on dry training clothes. Today is a major holiday for the Chinese, but it is just an ordinary day for others, so you can't let the bus wait for too long.
At eleven o'clock in the night, Wang Ai finally returned to his home. A few minutes later, colorful fireworks bloomed in the sky of the small town of Appiano, illuminating the faces of Wang Ai's family.