Vol 7 Chapter 102: Snow, rain, wind and frost fill the road with fragrance (2)

"I just want to travel and play, and I don't want to play hard." Wang Ai spread his hands and said, "I can't, maybe the leaders, superiors, and of course you can cover it up for me, but in my heart I can't make it through. I know what everyone really thinks about me. I don't have enough. I can't fight until I can't. Football superstars have always had this fate. Do you think they don't have enough money? When they're not bothered? The same, but only They may be more bound by money, and I am bound by people's hearts, which is the equal rights and responsibilities of stars."
Shui Junyi applauded: "You are so calm, I have more confidence in this interview."
As a war correspondent who once bravely ventured into Baghdad, Shui Junyi was determined to do an in-depth interview, so he caught up with Wang Ai early the next morning. What Wang Ai does, he does what, even if he has only followed one-fifth of the morning exercise, he really can't keep up, but he just stands on the top of the hill and doesn't walk, watching Wang Ai run around in circles, and then go home together.
Wang Ai advised him not to work so hard when he's in his 50s. You know me and I know about the interview. It's almost enough for everyone to communicate according to the outline. okay?
As a result, others did not listen, and they also had professional quality and professional ethics, and Wang Ai had no choice but to just let it go.
After following him for three days, he would wake up whenever Wang Ai woke up, sleep whenever Wang Ai slept, eat when Wang Ai was eating, and train with Wang Ai when he trained him. Wang Ai, who was in the middle of nowhere, could only separate from Shi Wenjun, and drove her to the second floor to play with the female guards. I don't know if Shui Junyi saw it or not.
I don't admit it anyway.
In the past few days, the matter of Wang Ai winning the "Chinese Footballer of the Ten Years" has caused round after round of discussions in China. After Shui Junyi and Wang Ai posted pictures of the trophy, the first round of The team analyzed the meaning of the trophy. The second round was to analyze whether Wang Ai took this high or low. The third round was to analyze whether this was higher or lower than the ball king. The fourth round was interesting. Some people proposed: Since Wang Ai is The "Mr. Chinese Footballer" from 2004 to 2013, who was the last decade?
The Hongshankou Conference in 1994 started the wave of professional reform of Chinese football, and it will be 20 years this year. If it is Wang Ai in the next ten years, what about the first ten years? Should I post one too?
This time, the quarrel turned upside down, and the old fans from all walks of life showed up one after another. One said Li Bing, the other said Fan Zhiyi, and everyone said it anyway. The search volume of old stars has skyrocketed unexpectedly, and their supporters are vying for each other, and there is a tendency to spread to the previous generation. But the previous generation is already the backbone of various coaches and even coaches. Once they get involved, it will be a big problem.
As a last resort, Fan Zhiyi, the current assistant coach of the national team and the most popular Mr. Fan of the past ten years, responded to this topic in an interview with the Shanghai media: "Our first ten years were the era of stars rising together, although I won the annual China award twice. Footballer is not an absolute leader. In terms of performance and contribution, many people are on par with me. Unlike the bright moon in the past ten years now, as a senior, I have to say that this wave of children is stronger than our time. For a long time, Xiao Wanger is undoubtedly the most dazzling, and there is no controversy. So even the first ten years, we all retired and don't care about it."
Yang Chen, Zhao Junzhe, and others also stood up to express their opinions before they stopped the car.
Finally, on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, the day before Wang Ai's team left for London, this long-prepared interview finally began.
Early in the morning, when Wang Ai was dressed neatly and went out for a morning exercise, he found that Shui Junyi brought his assistant to the camera, so Wang Ai pointed to the camera: "Do I need to change my clothes?"
Shui Junyi glanced at it and found that Wang Ai's Manchester City training uniform was a little wrinkled, as if it hadn't been washed for two days. The theme is the real world champion."
"Don't!" Wang Ai hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't be the king of the ball. Director Wei and I managed to suppress it. Change your words."
"Real... little Wang'er?"
"That's good!" Wang Ai turned around and went out, bent over to invite the two cat lords into the house. I don't know why these two guys are so addicted, Lili can't run with a big belly and won't be home at night. The veterinarian in the community said that the due date is in the last week.
Anyone who has ever raised a cat knows that cats are stubborn, especially cats that are used to being wild. In the end, for the mother cat's prenatal mental health, Wang Ai could only choose to accept his fate. Wiwi has been single for many years or put on pants and refused to acknowledge the account for many years, and finally saw a kidnapping in Munich. The German cat followed him all the way to Manchester, but he didn't even say a word of nonsense.
In the dark Manchester mountains, Shui Junyi was wearing a down jacket, holding a microphone with his back to the mountains and facing the camera: "Good morning everyone, this is outside the house of Wang Ai in Manchester, England, it is 6:10 in the morning, because here The dimension is too high so it's still night. It reminds me of Kobe Bryant saying in an interview a few years ago 'Do you know what LA looks like at four in the morning?', I don't know what LA is like, but I know now Manchester looks like it."
Saying that, the camera moves laterally, sweeping in the surrounding scenery. I saw that under the light metering of a few dim yellow wall lamps, the road leading to the mountains was silent and there was no one. The camera turned again, and the only lights around were the large yard beside him, and people could be seen shadowy.
"That's Wang Ai's house. I just came out from there and I'm going to follow him to the morning exercise. Since he runs too fast, I have to introduce him to everyone, so he is nowhere to be seen while he is talking. He is now I don't know where it is, probably in that location."
The camera was then adjusted to focus on the dark mountain shadow ahead. There were half-dead street lights on the mountain road, and nothing else could be seen. As for Wang Ai, of course, he couldn't see it either. Then the camera began to move forward with shaking. In the camera, Shui Junyi was jogging with the microphone in hand. After running for about 100 meters, he reached the foot of the mountain, and a road extending upward appeared.
Shui Junyi stopped here, turned his head and said to the camera as he walked up: "According to what I have observed in the past few days, he runs back and forth around five nearby hills every day, and the route is relatively fixed. Run ten laps. After the run, you will find a flat open space in the middle of the woodland to practice your skills. It takes about an hour and fifty minutes before and after. We will meet him after walking along this road for a while. Today is the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, and tomorrow He also has to play in London with the team. Today is also the 16th day after he won the Ballon d'Or and the 4th day of winning the Chinese Footballer of the Year."