Vol 5 Chapter 540: Champions League King (10)

Toasts, fireworks, reporters everywhere follow up; hugs, drinks, Moratti’s eager smile; the Bernabeu with smiling faces, cheers, and magic sounds; crowds, sunshine, and buses full of flowers...
The "Great International Era" has really come. With two consecutive years of triple crowns as the foundation, it has shaped the most powerful Italian team in the history of football in the new century. A team with multinational players fighting side by side is also a team belonging to Mozambique. Lati, belongs to Jose, belongs to Wang Ai's team.
"He is the king of the Champions League!" This is the front page headline of the first newspaper that Wang Ai saw after returning to Milan. It listed in detail the four Champions Leagues Wang Ai represented Deportivo, Chelsea and Inter Milan. Journey. So much so that in the process of returning to the base from the bus, the teammates were all excitedly interacting with the fans outside the window, while Wang Ai was looking at the newspaper with relish.
There are some details that he has forgotten. This is quite unique when someone turns it out.
It is a pity that even if an individual wins the Champions League five times, UEFA will not give him the trophy.
Bah, stingy!
With 41 goals in the league this year, 22 goals in the Champions League, two golden boot trophies are in hand again, um, there are also European golden boots, how many times have they been? The Champions League Golden Boot seems to be six years in a row, the European Golden Boot is five years in a row, and the League Golden Boot is four years in a row. If so...
"I am really crazy!"
In the afternoon in Milan, the beautiful floats were driven onto the streets. In the blue and black of the city, the floats looked like a small boat, slowly pushing the waves away. Above the heads of the floats, everything seemed to reappear a year ago. There are three With a trophy, there are also two captains and a coach.
As usual, Wang Ai’s position was in the second row. He really couldn't stand the celebration for several hours, so he hid in the second row and was lazy. From time to time, he looked down at his phone or said something to others.
In the evening, the float drove back to Meazza, where the fireworks were everywhere. What the host said Wang Ai couldn’t understand at all, remembering that the smoke and dust at the last moment was so thick that no one could see it. He was reminded by the captain beside him. Know that the partnership has been separated.
On the 24th, the celebration was still going on. The fans paraded through the streets of Milan on their own, or babbled endlessly with the enthusiasm of the Latins. The team rushed to various key venues to attend various business activities or public welfare activities, and even media activities.
Although some people asked some unpleasant questions on this occasion, whether it was better than how to leave, such as how Wang Ai thought about Cruyff saying that he made Inter Milan alone, etc., but most of them are relatively friendly, and some hate it. The issue did not receive a positive response from several parties.
When happy, no one wants to quarrel.
In the past two days, Wang Ai and Moratti briefly discussed the issue of contract renewal. Moratti got the news from Schlappner and asked him to confirm.
Wang Ai's refusal to renew his contract naturally caused his contract to depreciate, but it also saved the inevitable salary increase after the Champions League defending. So Moratti confirmed that this was Wang Ai's own opinion and did not say more. From then on, the two knew that Wang Ai would leave in a year at the latest. He would not accompany Inter Milan down, sink, adjust, or set off again, and even not bother to look forward to the new boss.
Moratti who got the answer was a little melancholy and a little bit ecstatic. A superstar who is richer than his net worth, came because of his invitation and left because of his departure. Doesn't this indicate the success of his own boss?
After a busy day on the 25th, Wang Ai arrived at Milan Airport at night, accompanied by Luo Tongliang and Zhang Yonghai.
"Brother Erbao, are you planning to retire in Brescia?" After the plane stabilized, Wang Ai fired at Zhang Yonghai.
Er Bao scratched his bald head, "Isn't this good for me? Make a lot of money and pay off?"
Wang Ai rolled his eyes speechlessly. Zhang Yonghai’s technical characteristics are extremely different, and he can play a semi-main player in the first division of the five major leagues, but he would rather you be the absolute main player in Brescia, the Serie B...don’t even mention it. From the standpoint of keeping in shape, maybe he did the right thing.
"Lao Luo, are you ready to go? Bayern didn't keep you?"
"I didn't stay much, and it's boring to stay."
"Have you decided where you are going?"
"Coach Magath appreciates me very much and plans to take me to Schalke 04. It happens that Feng Xiaoting and Hao Junmin are both here, and I will be able to lively even if I go."
"It must be Schalke 04?"
"I'm not so sure. Schlappner said there is Wolfsburg. Maybe the conditions are better in the back. Let's look at it again." Luo Tongliang shook his head: "You can go anywhere. You can mix up in the Bundesliga. I went back to China in two years and retired after returning to Liaoning for another three or two years. I have been in a foreign country for the past ten years and I feel a little homesick."
Wang Ai nodded his head and said after a long while: "Also, when you are old, you should consider your age. By the way, you retired and plan to do business or what?"
"I don't have that brain, I'd better do something about football."
"Into Beyond Sports?" Wang Ai asked.
"That's right." Luo Tongliang smiled honestly.
The two men are in love with their concubines, and the abrupt brother Erbao interjects: "Then what about me? I also want to enter Chaoyue Sports and eat a bowl of Ansheng Rice!"
"Can you still be short of food? Someone must ask you to be a coach by then?"
Er Bao smirked when he heard it: "Yes, I'm an international footballer. I went to the World Cup twice, hehe."
After a few chattering words, Wang Ai said: "This time I will have to go back to Beijing within a few days, but the Champions League just now gave me a very unusual feeling."
"Why is it unusual?" Both of them were interested. After all, this is what the king of the Champions League expressed.
"Isn't the change of my national team's position to enhance control? I thought for a long time, and suddenly figured it out during the game, or found a direction. This control must be the product of mutual struggle and game." Speaking of this, Wang Ai lowered his voice: "You Bayern's best Robben, he was brought down by Samuel within a few minutes of the opening, and he has ceased to be sharp since then, which directly caused Bayern's midfielder to lose touch. Bayern would have to lose even without me that day. Isn't this a control confrontation?"
Listening to the voice in the cabin gradually calming down, Wang Ai didn't dare to say more, and finally clicked two sentences: "In the past, we watched and replayed the game, and we studied the details of technology and tactics. But this time I plan to focus on everything. From the perspective of field control, I have found some unusual things after pondering over the past two days. The results of many games may be set within the first 10 minutes. I am going back to China this time and I intend to talk about this with you. You guys also help me think about it."
Luo Tongliang nodded thoughtfully, Brother Erbao looked at Lao Luo and Wang Ai, and touched his chin.