Vol 5 Chapter 18: The first time with Meazza (8)

Lao Liu still has a few days in Milan, and he will not return to China until after Wang Ai's transfer to Inter Milan. Regardless of whether Wang Ai is on or not, the sports channel has done its best to follow the hot spots of the report, so living at Wang Ai's house these days is half leisure and half work.
The Sports Channel has made a lot of money in recent years because of Wang Ai, so in the past, Wang Ai sent people around very often. But after all, the cost is not small, so only Lao Liu came on this trip. The reporter and the idea are all he, and he will edit it after he has collected enough video materials and returned to China.
One hour later, after watching the video, both Wang Ai and Lao Liu stood up and prepared to go down the mountain to the base for training. Adidas sent Wang Ai several pairs of new sneakers a few days ago. Although the styles are ordinary, the quality is the best among the best, even specially made. Although the quality of ordinary sneakers is not bad, what if? If anything goes wrong in the game, it will be a devastating blow to Adi’s reputation.
It just so happened that Wang Ai's strength was too great, and he hurt his sneakers a lot, so he had to be the best.
Training shoes, running shoes, competition shoes, everything. Wang Ai wears training shoes and sports shoes on his back. Inter Milan can’t be as luxurious as Chelsea. Even the jerseys and shoes are cleaned by someone, but it doesn’t matter to Wang Ai. At Chelsea, his shoes are not touched by others. Would rather take a little effort.
The environment of big clubs is also complicated. In order to prevent accidents, it is better to come in person for important equipment such as sneakers, socks, and leg guards.
Outside the gate of the base, the janitor saw Wang Ai coming down from the mountain from a distance, and walked out enthusiastically to say hello. The Italians are much more optimistic than the English. Before they could enter the door, a few young men and women emerged from the side. Wang Ai thought he was an Inter Milan fan, but he casually took a look. He was a yellow race, so he waited in place.
Sure enough, when he opened his mouth, he was a compatriot, a few international students from the University of Milan, in order to see Wang Ai, ran out for dozens of miles.
After greeting, a few people saw Lao Liu with the camera and camera behind Wang Ai at a glance, so they greeted: "Hey, photographer, can you take a group photo with us?"
Old Liu nodded politely. After the photo was over, someone would recognize him: "Oh, you are not that, Liu, Liu..."
Sports channel celebrity, well-known host and football commentator, if it weren't for Wang Ai, ordinary people would be very excited when he met him. After Liu Liu had a greeting with these students, Wang Ai asked the overseas students to wait. After a while, I picked up the phone and called the person in charge of the base, and then greeted a few international students: "Today is special. If you have time, you can come in and have a look. It's an hour. If it's too much, don't wait for someone to kill!"
Several foreign students nodded in surprise, followed Wang Ai into the gate with a little timidity, and then someone led them to visit.
During the whole process, no one noticed Zhao Dan, who had been with him all the time. He had this ability to make everyone ignore him.
"Do you always encounter fans blocking the door in Cobham?"
"Well, half of it, usually before and after the competition, usually not much."
"What about international students?"
"Well, international students are more enthusiastic. Many people weren't fans before, so they met me." Wang Ai scratched his face: "Are you getting good grades? It's always rare. I belong to this situation. I went to study in London. Yes, most of them should have seen me. Generally, the newly-opened conferences come to Cobham, and there are dozens or hundreds of them. After the embassy has activities, I also attend, so I basically know me. "
"How about Jihai? And Qubo?"
"Brother Sun has few universities and few foreign students. I heard that he occasionally visits him. Qu Bo doesn't have a university at all in Blackburn. I guess there are occasional domestic tourists who just pass by him before thinking about seeing him. "Speaking of this, Wang Aiyile: "Actually, I guess if there is no me, there will be more people watching them. If I leave, I probably have to look for them, hehe."
"Are you annoying?"
Wang Ai thought for a while, then looked back at Lao Liu and found that Lao Liu didn't know when he turned on the recording pen: "I said, you count as an interview?"
Old Liu is not embarrassed. He has been a friend for many years and nodded: "Yes, accumulate some information. Don't worry, I won't let you go. Even if I'm crazy, the leader can't agree. Besides, you are a national treasure. Grade-level character, how dare I?"
Wang Ai slanted his eyes and looked at Old Liu: "Are you collecting materials for your memoirs? Fake public interest?"
"It's over, it's over!" Old Liu shook his head: "At most, work benefits are counted, and the unit and the collar will not stop it. In your cautious alienation from the press, many people don't even know What do you look like in your life and in your usual life. But, in terms of your achievements now, these things of you will be very valuable. In the future, when I retire, I will have a short stirrup and hope to sell you these things in exchange for money. ."
"Then you have to give me points!"
"You are ashamed?" Old Liu said indignantly: "You donate one hundred and one hundred million in one donation. How much have you donated in these years? The three melons and two dates are the ones who left me? Oh, right, are you talking about this? Yes, what did you just say?"
"You ask me if I will bother the fans coming." Wang Ai walked to the door of the locker room and turned back: "Others don't know, but I won't be bothered. This is really not self-praise, but my life habits and work circle. I can’t get in touch with many ordinary people. So occasionally there are people who rush to my side, which gives me a fresh feeling.
Lao Liu set up a digital video camera on the side of the training court. Wang Ai walked into the locker room. Zanetti, who was wearing a jacket, was chatting with Cambiasso, who was wrapped in a down jacket. Wang Ai came in and waved his hand: "Wiwi, how do you feel today? ?"
"Every day is fine." Wang Ai smiled and walked to his locker, put his backpack in, took out the leg guards, competition shoes, and socks, and sat on the chair to change.
Not quite. People like Qiwu, Materazzi, Cruz, Rivas and others also came in twos and threes. The dressing room became lively. After a while, Ibrahimovic, Maxwell, Maicon, Julio The others also came in one after another. The last one came in was Mancini, with a coat and scarf, handsome, even though he was not good-looking.
Every team member wore a suit inside with a jersey on the outside, most of them also wore hats, and Wang Ai was similar. Mannich saw everyone there and greeted everyone. Everyone went out of the house and went to the still green training ground, first for action training, and then for group confrontation.
One hour of action training, one hour of group confrontation, and one hour of gymnasium. Because the team now leads the league in points, the atmosphere is quite relaxed. At four o'clock in the afternoon, when the day's training was over, Wang Ai greeted the captain and teammates casually, carrying his sneakers, and strolling out of the base with Liu.