Vol 5 Chapter 650: From magic oil to universal glue (10)

On the first day of returning to Milan, Wang Ai watched the complete video of the three games and then went back to the club to cancel the vacation the next day. After the routine physical examination, I got a qualified report and put it on Benitez's desk. After reading it, Old Bei smiled relaxedly: "I'm keeping my body well, and I also train on maternity leave?"
Wang Ai laughed: "I am very grateful for you for giving me such a long vacation. If I have to make adjustments after I come back, it would be too much."
Hearing this, Benitezti stood up from behind his desk and stretched out his hand: "Welcome back, starting the day after tomorrow."
On the 24th, Inter Milan played against Sampdoria at home. After nearly a month, Wang Ai made his first appearance, which won the attention of many media and made the fans very concerned. They don't know whether "Returning from Injury" will become a glass man.
Fortunately, they were relieved after 90 minutes. In this game, Wang Ai shot and passed, helping the team beat the opponent 2:1, and won the first victory in October.
Five days later, Inter Milan made persistent efforts in the away game, beating Genoa 2-0. Wang Ai did not score a goal in this game, but directly planned multiple threats and became one of two goals. Three days later, Wang Ai moved to London with the team to play against Tottenham. In the end, the two sides fought for 90 minutes. In the end, Inter Milan won with a difficult score of 3:2, and Wang Ai scored a goal. Four days later, the league reignited. Inter Milan played at home against the newly promoted Brescia under the leadership of Wang Ai. Wang Ai unexpectedly joined up with national teammate Zhang Yonghai. In the end, Inter Milan won a small 1-0 victory.
From three wins to four consecutive victories, this is the answer that Wang Ai handed in to clubs, fans, and sponsors after his return. For a while, some Italian media gave him the nickname "Raphael Saver". However, when Zhang Yonghai was invited to Wang Ai's home on the night when Brescia was a guest at Meazza, the brothers were not so optimistic.
"Are you addicted to playing in midfield?" Er Bao sneered while eating barbecue in Wang Ai's backyard.
"If I don't go, the back will become a colander." Wang Ai fiddled with the chicken wings and put another one for Brother Er Bao.
"What's the matter with you?" Brother Erbao took it and took a bite: "It stands to reason that the team that won the five crowns last season was the famous Benitez. It shouldn't be like this."
"What did you see?" Wang Ai asked after taking a sip of mineral water.
"Anyway, it’s uncomfortable how you look at it. The combat effectiveness of your personnel configuration has not been shown. Except for Eto'o, even your performance is not good. I remember including ours. You only scored two in four games after you came back. Ball, right? It’s not like you, you average 2 goals per game."
Wang Ai sighed and pondered for a while: "Last season we played defensive counterattacks, which is also the habit of Inter Milan and even Italy. Our midfielder is too old and experienced, but the physical and energy are not good, so defense This kind of counterattack is particularly suitable."
Brother Er Bao listened intently while chewing on the meat, and then closed the iron stick on the table.
"The density of the backcourt can reduce physical and energy consumption. The veterans can perform well. After all, their experience and consciousness are going up. If there is nothing in the backcourt, the frontcourt, such as me and Eto'o, will all run. Fast and accurate kicks are especially suitable for counterattacks. At least I can fight this with him." Wang Ai made a few disapproving gestures: "But when Raphael is here, there must be his. He thought that he took Liverpool with him for many years. He was used to the British football philosophy, passion, offense, hard work and other things. He didn’t appreciate the particularly utilitarian defensive counterattack, so he changed it to an offensive and defensive balance. But in this case, offensive. The aspect can indeed be improved a bit, but the backcourt veterans need to guard a larger area, run a long distance, and the shortcomings of lack of physical fitness and energy are immediately exposed, even if they have rich experience."
"Maybe one or two games can be won, but after a long time, you will definitely have to miss it?" Brother Erbao thought and analyzed himself: "If the backcourt collapses, your efforts in the frontcourt are at best equal to your opponents. , So you have to take the initiative to retreat and retreat behind Eto'o to be the organizational midfielder. Sometimes I even think you retreat behind Sneijder."
"Yes." Wang Ai sighed: "Wesley is of average physical fitness. It is too difficult for him to be a defensive midfielder, so I have to retreat and give the veterans a cover, so that the old guys can take a breather. Take a breath and get back to your senses. Oh, yes, the brandy you drink now was stuffed by the old guys, so don’t be too bad."
Brother Er Bao jokingly mentioned the white grape brandy: "You don't drink at all? Okay, really self-disciplined. Alas, I want to have your strength. If you don't drink, I will drink it to the mouth. It is rare to be unrestrained."
"Why didn't your daughter-in-law follow? The child is three years old?" Wang Ai asked curiously: "Your family never brought it out. Why are you afraid of running away with someone?"
"Bring a few eggs." Brother Er Bao scolded with a smile: "She doesn't like it, and I can't force others. By the way, listening to what you just said, it seems that Benitez is inferior to Munirio?"
Wang Ai thought for a while and shook his head: "They all have their own things and their personalities are similar, but they have different pursuits. Benitez is a man who has a lot of ideas about football. To pursue a kind of football aesthetics is to have a perfect template in his heart. It needs to be filled in piece by piece. And Munirio, I can’t say that there is no, but he is more utilitarian. When the two contradict, he considers the latter far more than Benitez."
"So..." Brother Erbao had another drink: "Mourinho is not afraid of someone saying that he plays ugly, just win, and can make the best use of existing assets, and use whatever the boss gives. Benitez has to change blood unless he meets a team on the opposite side. Isn’t your boss stupid? Why didn’t you change? In fact, so many veterans should be changed. Sooner or later they have to be changed, not to mention their salaries. It's still high."
Seeing Wang Ai's dry laugh, if Brother Erbao has realized, "...It's the boss's idea after all, what about you? Oh, sure you have to go too, right? The ship is sinking, sure with your cleverness. Have you chosen the next one?"
Wang Ai smiled and nodded gently.
Brother Erbao also nodded without asking for details, and then talked about the team's affairs: "According to Benitez's style of play, the veterans must be under a lot of pressure? There are even goalkeepers? I see Juli. Ou conceded a lot more goals than last year."
Wang Ai nodded and gestured with the table as the object: "The team's tactical play has caused systematic rifts in the front and back courts. The veterans and the coaches have rifts in feelings and interests. I am not a panacea now, but a universal glue. Got it, stick it everywhere."