Vol 6 Chapter 357: The small building was windy again last night (7)

"Don't think about other things first, and win the game steadily."
The old man in the locker room looked serious: "Many people have high hopes for you to win in Brazil, and it also adds a lot of extra meaning. But everything, no matter what, must be won after all. The evening celebration banquet has been set up, and the family members are all Come on, say whatever you want."
Speaking of this, Old Gao paused and smiled with difficulty: "What kind of atmosphere do you want at night, look at the next 45 minutes."
After a little thought, the players understood what Lao Gao meant: if they win Brazil, they can blow hard. But if you lose, especially with a three-goal lead, the celebration feast turns into a consolation feast, what a taste!
Ten minutes later, the Chinese team filed out, all of them looking calm. The Brazilian team also appeared at the same time, looking a little frustrated. After switching venues, he kicked off again. Wang Ai still stayed in the midfield to participate in the defensive confrontation, suppressing the possible 15-minute charging burst of the Brazilian teenagers.
The Brazilian team changed two players, but the style of play has not changed significantly. Neymar is still the main player on the left. Yan Song is okay, his physical fitness is good, Erbao brother can't stand it, and Neymar may have a little resistance to his "charm", which is not very good.
After observing for a while, Lao Gao decisively turned around and lit up Guo Liang to let him warm up, ready to replace Brother Erbao.
In the 15th minute of the second half, Zhang Yonghai walked to the sidelines with sweat in front of him and behind him and gave Guo Liang a high five. When passing by Lao Gao, he heard Lao Gao's succinct statement that he did a good job and felt satisfied. When he raised his hand to applaud politely to the stands, he unexpectedly attracted a lot of responses from fans.
People can see how restrictive he is to Neymar. Although he is very embarrassed and even a little unscrupulous, Neymar's impact has been exhausted by him. As a 32-year-old with neither talent nor great skill, that's what he's worth.
Guo Liang's appearance helped Neymar regain a little confidence, but he has not yet completed the "competition" with Guo Liang, and the Brazilian team's backcourt fell again. After noticing that Brazil did not open the idea of ​​breaking through the middle in the second half, Wang Ai once again placed the premise and pressed the center forward just like the first half.
The coordination between Silva and Luis was obviously better than that in the first half. It seemed that Scolari had adjusted it, so in the 9th minute of the second half, after Wang Ai got the ball with his back, he did not seek to turn around and make a breakthrough, but was close to him. Mao Jianqing played 2 over 2 cooperation.
I've been a teammate for many years, and I can understand what it means with just one look. When Wang Ai knocked with his back and Xiaomao caught the ball, Wang Ai had already turned around, and took advantage of Luis's lateral movement and decisively inserted between him and Silva. In the middle, it turned into the appearance of facing Cesar who was 40 meters away.
Mao Jianqing and Wang Ai were fast, and Luis and Silva were not slow either. From the middle circle to the top of the penalty area, the football was passed back and forth between Wang Ai and Mao Jianqing twice. In the end, Wang Ai was at the top of the penalty area. He moved sideways to prepare for the goal, and by the way helped Xiaomao open the line of defense, and Xiaomao also grabbed the face of Louis who was in front of him. Hesitating for a moment, he decisively kicked the door, and a ground ball hit the goal post and entered the goal.
Wang Ai put his finger in his mouth and blew a sharp whistle, cheering for Brazil's 4-0 lead!
Watching Xiaomao excitedly run to the stand to slide the shovel again, Wang Ai ran slowly and was in a good mood. If it was the Brazilian team from 11 years ago, 4-0 would be nothing, they could get it done in half an hour. . But the current one... Lao Gao has only been replaced by one person until now.
The Brazilian fans were already numb, and Scolari had nothing to say with his hands in his pockets. This embarrassing loss made the remaining half an hour extraordinarily torturous. Lao Gao observed for a while after the restart, turned around and called out to Han Peng to warm up, replacing Wang Ai in the 22nd minute of the second half, and replacing Luo Tongliang by Yuan Weiwei in the last 10 minutes of the game.
The Brazilian team took advantage of the Chinese team's last-minute substitutions when the will was a little slack, and recovered a goal in stoppage time, but it had nothing to do with the overall situation. When the final whistle sounded, the Chinese team's substitutes got up at the same time and gave the biggest cheers with the fans in the audience. .
As disrespectful as it may be to the hosts, this is football.
Valley View
"Come on, try my roasted sea cucumber with spring onions!" In the hotel restaurant, Su Maozhen was wearing a chef's hat, holding a tray behind one hand and placing it on Wang Ai's table with the other, but he was not skilled in business. A slip almost slapped Wang Ai's face.
"Mine, mine!" Taking over the craftsmanship of his former teammates in mid-air, Wang Ai dodged left and right at the chopsticks that his teammates couldn't wait to stretch out: "It was specially made for me, if you want to eat it, let him do it."
Zhou Haibin raised his head and glanced at the master and shook his head: "I don't dare."
"You bet with him, let's talk about it." Wang Ai clasped her plate and turned her eyes around the pair of master and apprentice, and finally looked at Zhou Haibin: "He's 40, you're only 26, you can't beat him?"
Wang Aiming was trying to instigate the relationship between master and apprentice, but Lao Su was not happy, so he took off his chef hat and started. Wang Ai hurriedly shook his head: "I tell you, if you dare to poke my finger, I will not give you the signed football."
"I'm rare? I have a lot in my house!"
"Ha!" Wang Ai raised his head, handed the plate to Xu Qinglian next to him, bent down and took out a yellow, green and white CAFUSA football from the satchel under his feet: "The commemorative ball for this game is the first time for the Chinese team to play in an international competition. The match ball used to defeat the Brazil team in the official game was autographed by Wang Ai and Mao Jianqing, who scored this game, and this is the only one..."
Before he finished speaking, the football somehow passed from Wang Ai's hand to Su Maozhen's hand.
After that, I don't need the chef's hat, and I forgot to cook the sea cucumber with green onions. Zhou Haibin looked at the master's back and pouted.
Coincidentally, Xu Qinglian, who accompanied Wang Ai for a walk outside after the celebration banquet, also asked curiously, "Is it so precious? I think you can sign 10,000 a day."
Wang Ai rolled his eyes: "My time is not money, how much money do you think I make in one minute?"
"Hmm." Xu Qinglian, who was extremely happy tonight, raised her red face: "It seems to be more than 8,000? Eh!"
When Xu Qinglian said this, she stretched out her hands and swayed around Wang Ai's face: "I didn't see that I could earn a gold ring in ten seconds."
"That's it." Wang Ai stood up and let his fiancee fiddle with his head, his voice trembling a little: "It's me that the golden years are talking about, I'm really golden... By the way, what will you order in the evening?"
"...Hmm." Xu Qinglian retracted her hand and smiled: "It's not convenient today."
Wang Ai frowned: "No, the date... ah? Do you have oral ulcers?"
"Fuck you!" Xu Qinglian didn't even kick her, and she almost fell, so she got angry and ran after Wang Ai all over the garden.