Vol 7 Chapter 149: long overdue (9)

If it is not too tired, Wang Ai can witness how complacent Manchester City, who reached the Champions League semi-final for the first time, won the first time, and defeated Chelsea by a big score for the first time that night. It is said that there was a fight in the parking lot of the restaurant that night. Those who drank too much had to drive home by themselves, and those who were lucky enough not to drink too much had to be refused.
Although this banquet was private, the fans had great powers. Fans reveled all night in the street where the restaurant was located. All night, fans could hear their noises, singing and, of course, quarreling.
When Wang Ai went to the club the next afternoon to hear about it, he was also fascinated. After a hundred years, the turtle has suddenly grown wider, and this squeaking energy is still quite cute in the eyes of most people, of course, except for the next door. Although the relationship between the two red and blue teams is not as strong as the two in Milan, it is definitely not better.
After training this afternoon, Wang Ai planned to go out to the parking lot, but a club staff member greeted him at the door: "Wang, there are two fans who want to see you, can you?"
Wang Ai was a little strange in her heart, but she didn't ask much, and this kind of thing was considered normal. It is a kind of welfare for the little-known ordinary club staff to bring their relatives and friends to take photos with famous stars and even chat. As long as the stars themselves do not object, the boss will not say much. After all, after work in Europe is free time, do what you like.
And the stars really don’t usually object. One is that the fans introduced by the staff know the scale better than ordinary fans, and basically will not cause trouble to the stars. The second is that the staff will work with the stars to some extent. They are colleagues in a broad sense. Although most of the time you don't even know it.
After walking a few steps to a corner outside the training ground, a pair of father and son appeared in front of them, right? Father is a majestic middle-aged man who looks a bit like a young version of Heynckes, with a determined look on his face. The boy next to him looked like he was only twelve or thirteen years old. He was not short. He was 1.8 meters tall and looked at Hanhan.
"Heynckes" was calm when he saw Wang Ai coming, but "Little Heynckes" couldn't hold back a little bit. Wang Ai showed his usual gentle smile and planned to go over to say hello. At this time, the staff urgently stepped forward and introduced: "Wang, this is the captain of our Manchester City team ten years ago, Alf Haaland, this is his son, Erling Haaland, who is also a young man. A footballer, very talented. Yesterday I came to see our semi-finals, and I was invited to the banquet hall last night, but you were not there, so I waited until today."
Wang Ai said "oh", this is a senior, and it is also a father-son player relationship. Generally, such young players often have high career achievements, especially when the father's achievements are not low. It is obvious that such a child has been educated since childhood, and it is one step to enter the professional league level. For example, three generations of Maldini, Schmeichel and his son, Busquets and his son.
"Hello, old captain." Wang Ai stepped forward and held Haaland's hand: "I am Wang Ai, I joined the team last year. I have seen your introduction in the club, and it is an honor to be able to play in your former football team. Team play."
Haaland grinned: "You scored in the World Cup at the age of 14. I was so impressed. I have been watching you play for all these years, but I didn't expect you to come to Manchester City one day. Every time I see you wearing blue I regret the jersey. I regret that I didn't last for a few more years. Of course, it probably won't last for more than ten years, haha."
Wang Ai was amused by this cheerful Nordic man, but they were 15 years apart.
The two chatted for a while, and Haaland quickly pushed his son out: "My son, Erling, is also a football player."
"Hello, Wang." Little Erling raised his head, with the tension, expectation, enthusiasm and a little bit of bravery that young fans generally have: "I am also a center."
Wang Ai stretched out his hand and smiled: "Really? How old are you this year?"
"13 years old." Erling held Wang Ai's hand, shyly unable to say more, only smirking.
"Erling is training with the Norwegian Brune II team." Haaland introduced: "I'm considering whether to send him to Manchester City's youth team for training. After all, the facilities here are very good, what do you think? Wang?"
Wang Ai was stunned when he heard the sound. Although he was used to the straightforwardness of Europeans, especially the Nordics, he did not reach this level. The two of them didn't know each other at all and asked the child's life events. This is very inappropriate in the eyes of the Chinese: Wan Once I'm wrong, you still have to hate me for the rest of your life?
Seeing Wang Ai's hesitation, Haaland said: "You are also famous as a teenager. I heard that you joined the U15 at the age of 12 and played in the World Cup at the age of 14. I think you should have a say in the youth players. Also, My son is very talented."
Hearing what Harland said, Wang Ai had no choice. In every club, someone brought their children to meet Wang Ai, and Wang Ai was used to this situation.
However, this set of dealing with Haaland, an insider, is probably not enough. If you don't get it right, you will be blamed by this straight person.
After thinking for a moment, Wang Ai put his arm around Erlin's shoulder and smiled: "According to my understanding, the growth of 13 and 4 years old is divided into two parts, one is professional growth, including skills, body, consciousness, and the other It's mental growth, including social skills, ability to withstand pressure."
Seeing that Haaland was listening carefully, Wang Ai continued: "I have been at Manchester City for less than a year, and I usually have little contact with the youth team, so I don't know the level of training there. Erling's current team, I will I don’t know much, so I can’t say which one is better, I can’t give you more specific advice. After all, you are Erling’s father, you are still a professional player, so it is still up to you to judge.

Harland didn't speak, but stared straight at Wang Ai, Wang Ai had no choice but to say two more words: "According to my understanding, with a father like you, Erling's professional aspect basically does not need to worry, you You can even supervise him 24 hours a day. But in terms of mind, fathers love their children, and some things can only really grow up if they have experienced them. In my country, fathers in some industries will entrust their children to their children. Teach your partner instead of teaching yourself, just because you are afraid of loving your child, always taking the lead for the child, which makes the child not mentally strong enough."
After Wang Ai finished saying this, he didn't say any more. Harland laughed when he saw this, and stretched out his hand: "Thank you, Wang."
Then he turned to look at his son: "Don't you have a question for the superstar? We're going back to Norway tomorrow."