Vol 4 Chapter 408: The flames resurrect (4)

At noon on Saturday, the Premier League opponent Portsmouth came to Stamford Bridge in the ninth round. Wang Ai wore a black hooded hood and sat behind Mourinho, surrounded by his friends Makelele and Wright. Opposite the row sat the many missed Joe Cole.
The starting lineup hasn't changed much, Sheva, Drogba, Lampard, Robben, Essien, Barak, Terry, Carvalho, Ashley Cole, Ferreira, Hilario. Cech will not be able to get better for a while, and the equipment around Kudicini's neck has not been removed.
Stamford Bridge is surrounded by tall buildings, the stadium is not large, and the auditorium is close to the stadium, so the coach seat is "stuck" in the auditorium, the height is lower than the turf, and the vision is often not very good. Wang Ai didn't care much about the progress of the game, nor did he look like Jose. From time to time, he stood up nervously and looked around. He didn't like his teammates. He put his feet on the turf in front of him and really relaxed like watching a movie.
Amidst the hustle and bustle, Wang Aiyin had a feeling that it seemed that the fans were eager to return the king of "Ukrainian nuclear warheads"? This is really an emotion that I don’t understand. It seems that the more disappointment, the stronger the desire. Perhaps Mr. Roman and most of the people in this stadium have fallen into the "gambler's dilemma": the more you lose, the more you want to return. The more I continue to invest... so that Wang Ai has scored 13 goals, but still has to play off the bench, but still has not heard the complaints of Stamford Bridge.
Throughout the first half, Chelsea's offensive was in full swing and completely controlled the game. Although no goals were scored, it made the fans very enjoyable. During this process, Wang Ai with a black hood said nothing, leaning his hands on his knees and watching the ball silently with his head down. Compared with the excitement of those around him, he seemed to be a silent black hole here.
The halftime whistle sounded and Wang Ai got up and returned to the spacious dressing room with his teammates, probably aware that Wang Ai was not in a good mood, so no one of his teammates came to bother him. Jose commented gracefully on the game, and Wang Ai didn't listen much.
After more than 10 minutes, the game reopened and Wang Ai sat down silently again.
Maybe it was Sheva who finally started adapting to Chelsea, maybe it was the long-term pressure that finally broke him out. At the 55th minute of the game, he received Robben’s cross, seized the opportunity, and pushed the far corner, the sidelines The scoreboard finally beat hard at his feet.
After the goal, Sheva was so excited that he rushed out of the court and rushed to the fans, and his name sounded uniformly on the court. Soon afterwards, Barak also scored a goal. Drogba on the periphery took the opportunity to steal in the frontcourt, and Barak in front of the door was unmanned to take the defense.
After the two superstars came to Chelsea, they finally joined forces and broke out once. Even if only one scored the second goal and one scored the first goal, the fans were still very satisfied, as if their desire was finally realized. Cheers, applause and Their names echoed constantly on the court, between the tall buildings around.
Jose did not hesitate to praise, and gave them the courtesy of accepting the cheers alone.
Portsmouth scored a goal in the final stage of the game, but Chelsea still ushered in a victory, an exciting victory. Sheva threw himself at the scene where the fans embraced everyone and became the classic shot of the game.
In contrast, the whole game remained silent. Wang Ai, who had never taken off the hood, left the impression of the outside world with only a pair of deep eyes.
The next day was Sunday. Cobham’s gatekeeper and villagers in the nearby village saw Wang Ai’s figure in the thin morning mist. It seemed that the club’s strange atmosphere had not affected him at all, and his footsteps remained the same. Flexible and changeable, his voice is still gentle. It's just that it sounds weird at the moment. Although he is the only player in the morning run near Cobham, although he has achieved incredible achievements, compared with Sheva and Barak, he seems too peaceful.
Shouldn't the big stars be surrounded by luxury cars, yachts, beauties, alcohol and journalists? Why is there only a taciturn bodyguard beside him?
At 7:20 in the morning, the two-hour morning exercise ended. Wang Ai returned to his door with his dew covered, bent down to pick up the football, pushed the firewood door, walked into the courtyard, and took it off the rope beside the door A rag to wipe the water out of the football.
Just about to enter the room, he saw Kang Si's small figure crouching outside the flower room. The "thief" at home is here again. This is a bold red squirrel. It can quickly climb to the third floor where Wang Ai lives, and occasionally jumps into the kitchen from the open window and eats two in one face. After the fig was not driven, it became a regular visitor to the Wang Ai family.
Kang Si was feeding it. It saw Wang Ai coming, and did not dodge. He continued to grab the hazelnut by his mouth and nibbled.
"Are you back?" Kang Si saw Wang Ai coming back, letting go, Wang Ai crouched down, picked up one from Kang Si's hand, and waited for the little guy to finish eating, and handed it to his mouth, just stretched his mouth When claws, suddenly removed. The little guy came chasing without hesitation, Wang Ai hid again, it continued to pursue persistently, Wang Ai stood up in the blame of Kang Si, the little guy climbed up, and finally jumped on Wang Ai's merged hands, Get its food.
To the thumb that fiddled with its tail, it just flicked its tail to express its dissatisfaction, and continued to eat, and the nibbling Wang Ai's palm was all scum.
Kang Si watched this bold creature with his eyes wide, and occasionally glanced at the powerful man with a gentle smile beside him.
The little guy was full and he didn't say hello. The oak tree that had entered the flower house was never seen again. The elm tree in the distance was probably its home.
Breakfast was about to be prepared, and Wang Ai hurried upstairs to the bathroom to take a shower. When he came downstairs, today’s chef Zhao Dan had set the table, chestnut porridge, cauliflower salad, fried ham, chicken breast and potato eggs contributed by Kang Si. cake.
Recently Wang Ai got a little angry, so the milk for breakfast was cancelled. Under the advice of the girls, Wang Aiqiang endured to wear a lot of clothes, so the usual cold coming in October was only a slight attack.
On Sunday, Wang Ai usually spends a morning reading at home, and then will go to Cobham to train on his own in the afternoon. Of course, it doesn’t have to go, but the equipment at home does not have all the clubs. Of course, if there are commercial activities, then say another. It just didn't happen today. Wang Ai intends to study the academic papers at home in the morning, watch other games at noon, and go to Cobham in the afternoon.
Just after going upstairs, Kang Si, who went out to buy a newspaper, came back. Today, the sports headline of the "Sun" is very interesting. There is only a black hooded picture of Wang Ai facing the stadium. The accompanying text is "SilentExecutioner (silence Executioner)".