Vol 6 Chapter 123: From Muller to Muller (3)

Wang Ai did not expect that the reporter of "Kicker" conducted an in-depth interview with him, not just yesterday's "great record". This caused Wang Ai to talk about it, so that big sponsors including Adi called frequently. It made him a little unhappy, and all of them were given to Schlappner.
The reporter's questions include the development of football, the foundation in East Asia, the pros and cons of the German league system, and so on. Fortunately, his brokerage company was well prepared. Through the law firm in Tubingen, Jamie made a lot of interview contracts for Wang Ai, including the review of the pre-interview outline, the review of the manuscript afterwards, and so on.
Anyway, as long as Wang Ai can continue to maintain such a state on the court, there is no need to worry about the media not taking the initiative to come to the door and beg the best.
The interview in the backyard full of flowers lasted until ten o'clock in the morning. When the reporter wanted Wang Ai to talk about his family, Wang Ai smiled but didn't answer, even though his son Wang Sheng had already been in the backyard three times.
Fortunately, "Kicker" is a professional football magazine, and doesn't care much about gossip news. Of course, it is okay to have players at the level of Wang Ai, and there is no need for it.
The reporter returned with a full load, and Wang Ai bent over and picked up his son: "Why do you always come here?"
"Dad, I want to play football." Wang Shengnai made a gruff request, causing Wang Ai to be in a daze. Why does this sound familiar?
"Your grandpa told you?"
"What?" Doubt flashed across Wang Sheng's little face.
Wang Ai secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the old man still knows to save himself: "Why do you want to play football? Don't you like skateboarding?"
"But that uncle is not here."
Wang Ai thought for a while, what his son said makes sense! Use whoever is, this is a typical realistic way of thinking!
"Okay, but you are too young, this football is too big for you." Wang Ai said in distress.
"I have a small one!" Wang Sheng went down to the ground, and ran back to the living room from the back door with his short legs. It was unlikely that a football the size of an orange would come over: "This!"
Wang Ai pinched it and turned it over and looked at it: "Who bought it for you? Is there any filling after peeling it?"
"I took him out for shopping a few days ago. The children's store sells them. Anyway, he always knows a little bit." Huang Xin walked out helplessly: "Dad is the world footballer and mom is the club owner, so I can't justify it at all. Even if you inherit me, you still have to understand, you can take him to play."
"Okay." Wang Ai nodded and agreed, standing up: "Anything else, give me one too."
Huang Xin took one out and said, "Be careful not to trample it. Your son is holding it when he sleeps."
Wang Ai took the football unexpectedly, looked at Huang Xin, and looked at his son who was looking up with his head full of expectation. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "This, you taught him?"
"No, but don't you always have football on your bed?"
Wang Ai nodded, bent over and touched the top of his son's head: "Wang Sheng...Come on!"
The child was still young, and Wang Ai had a lot of words in his mouth after walking around for a few laps and finally did not say anything. Like all fathers, he also hopes that his children can be safe and smooth, but life is balanced, and there is no sweetness without suffering. For a child who is on the finish line of his peers at birth, it is difficult to endure hardships.
While performing ball games for his son and playing with his son, Wang Ai's heart is already thinking about his son's education.
I had lunch at noon. In the afternoon I wanted to read a book. I didn’t expect Schlappner to arrive in Munich in a rush: "Doctor, doctor, my great doctor, come and have a look. This is a call from a sponsor that I received this morning. , An event that temporarily invites you to attend."
Wang Ai had no choice but to put down the textbook and took the folder that Schlappner brought. After taking a look, he didn't need to do anything else for a month. It happened that Leonie was fine, so she called to let her help with the review, and chatted with Schlappner herself: "Why are there so many all of a sudden?"
"There hasn't been any big news in football lately, and you haven't had any big news for a long time." Schrappner smiled: "In Serie A last season, you broke your single-season scoring record, but the Champions League didn't get it. I didn’t get the top scorer. At the awards ceremony a few months ago, although you were the best three, the focus of concern was Messi instead of you. This season, your playing time in Munich is unstable, and European football is the most concerned. One is the European Cup qualifiers, the other is Ronaldo and Messi's duel. On the other hand, you have not appeared in the headlines for a long time. So... the sponsors have been waiting for a long time."
"That's it." Wang Ai nodded: "Well, if it doesn't show up, the sponsors should look down on me."
There are many invitations to events, delete the unimportant ones, and then sort them down according to the size of the sponsor. For example, the top sponsors must support more, and the lesser sponsors must also participate in at least one event. The rain is even, and the future is determined. In half a month, Wang Ai will attend at least 16 public events.
The club also arranged 5 games, including 3 business events and 2 charity events, all of which were determined to be handed over to Li Jun, who will communicate with the organizer together with Schlappner, arrange transportation and even board and lodging. .
On the second day, Wang Ai found Heynckes for leave after training in the afternoon at the club. Heynckes, who has always been known for his strict discipline in leading the team, agreed very generously this time: "I hope you can maintain it every day even if you participate in activities. Training, your self-training is very good, the team may ask you to play at any time due to changes in the situation. Your stability is very important to the team."
Coming out of Heynckes' office, Wang Ai was still wondering why it was so easy to ask for leave. When I went home and talked to the family, Leoni sneered: "Why? Isn't it because the team's midfielder is too crowded? Although Mario won't say anything behind you, he lets a forward who almost averages a goal per game. Playing off the bench is still too extravagant, and Joseph also has to consider the balance of the team."
Wang Ai suddenly said: "Yes, then it is very likely that Gomez will start in the next UEFA Champions League, or even not let me in? By the way, what's the current situation in the Champions League goalscorer list?"
"Messi scored 12." Leoni saw Wang Ai in a daze and explained: "In the game between Barcelona and Leverkusen at the beginning of this month, Messi scored 5."
Watching Wang Ai's expression dignified, Leoni stood up and patted Wang Ai on the shoulder: "It's not just the Champions League, now Messi has scored 34 goals in La Liga, 3 fewer than you. And moreover. He is not number one yet, Ronaldo has one more than him, how do you feel pressured?"
"These two guys..." Wang Ai scratched his face: "How many have I entered? 37 leagues, 13 UEFA Champions League? One of these two guys wants to grab my European Golden Boots and the other wants to grab my Champions League Golden Boots, against the sky. They still!"