Vol 8 Chapter 78: The real captain (8)

Neither Wang Ai nor Zidane will teach the real personal technical secrets to others, unless the other party is his own son. So far, no one has taught Wang Ai's stone ball, even his teammates who have been with him for so many years. Similarly, Zidane's Marseille maneuvers are best done by his son, even if others learn it, they can't learn it.
What Wang Ai taught the national team teammates, such as Gao Lin, was only his training methods. Similarly, what Zidane taught the Castilla players was also his training methods and training experience, not including the secrets of unique skills. On a big scale, a team does not need two players who can play stone or Marseilles. On a small scale, why should they disclose the technology developed by themselves to others for free?
There is no patent on football technology, which does not mean that it does not belong to intellectual property rights.
Zidane has already understood Wang Ai's subtext, and understands that Wang Ai knows his purpose, but he can't let the players know because of the situation, so he put his arms around Wang Ai's shoulders to explain his avant-garde experience, which is considered to strengthen the two The friendly relationship will lay a small foundation for a broader cooperation in the next step.
And Wang Ai was flipping through the small book in his heart, but his face was still calm. After listening to Zidane's talk for five minutes, he hurriedly explained it, and he also looked "Oh, this is it" indifferently. , Then returned to the training ground and gave the young players including Zidane's son some attack drills in actual combat.
"Anyway, they didn't watch my games less, and they have simulated and even studied my attacking moves a long time ago." It was time to have dinner with Xiaomei at night, and Wang Ai unsurprisingly took the initiative to explain that he was in the training ground today. on this funny scene.
"You won't be spotted by an old guy like him?" Xiaomei was a little nervous.
"What?" Wang Ai was a little slurred with a piece of sea cucumber in his mouth.
"Technical secrets? I don't believe he doesn't want his son to be the second you."
"Oh." Wang Ai swallowed the food in his mouth: "I thought you said he saw that I knew he was going to be the head coach."
"Ah? It's him?" Xiaomei was surprised.
"Well, it should be him." Wang Ai sighed and took out the phone and handed it to Xiaomei.
Xiaomei hurriedly put down the quickie and picked it up. After a glance, it turned out to be a text message from Real Madrid Chairman Florentino: "I heard that you arrived at the training ground early this afternoon? Did you go to play with the youth team kids again? How about Zidane?"
Then Xiaomei flicked her fingers, and Wang Ai's reply appeared on the screen: "Personal and charming."
Xiaomei looked at it several times and looked up: "Why don't you explain why you arrived at the training ground early in the afternoon?"
Wang Ai shrugged: "I don't want to justify my non-participation in training in the morning. This has been agreed a long time ago. I don't want to leave any room for the club to test whether I will participate in training in the morning."
"Is this the super giant's privilege?" Xiaomei tilted her head.
"Yes, I insist. This is one of the few super giant privileges and super giant logos I have. As long as I still have excellent performance on the court, I will stick to it."
Xiaomei shook her head and looked at her phone again: "I don't think you will change even if you are about to retire... You answered these two sentences very well. How do you think others will answer?"
"Who knows?" Wang Ai continued to eat: "But according to my understanding, their language will be much more straightforward, but they will never speak to the chairman with the usual attitude in the media. If you read it, you will find Their flattering side, hehe."
Xiaomei put down her phone: "How many coaches have you passed? Maybe it's also a Guinness record."
Wang Ai chatted while eating: "It seems that there are not too many, right? Mr. Kimbos, Yin Rueta, Mourinho, Mancini, Benitez, Heynckes, Pellegri Ni, look, there are only seven of them."
"Your club has also replaced seven, and are you planning to replace them?"
"No one has a thousand days, well, it will not be beautiful after a long time, so you have to change places and start again. People and people, people and clubs are all the same." Speaking of this, Wang Ai shook his head and sighed: "Actually, I still He has a sense of loyalty. If Mr. Roman hadn’t been so determined to defend Shevchenko and give me a corresponding status, I would have stayed at Chelsea for another two or three years. Mourinho’s dismissal just destroyed me Just the last nostalgia for Chelsea."
Speaking of this, Wang Ai sighed with memories, and hurriedly ate the last few bites of food and put down his quick son: "In fact, my wandering life is... It is against human nature."
"How to say?" Xiaomei continued to eat slowly, looking at Wang Ai with big eyes.
"Everyone is lazy. After being in a club for a long time, I am familiar with all places and everyone. In the running-in between individuals and the club, some of the clubs have been transformed, and more of themselves have been transformed. In the end, it became a comfortable environment for each other. , It’s easy to sink in this way, how hard is it to leave all this and face strangers?
Wang Ai picked up the juice and drank it:
In Chelsea, if Mr. The highest, it should be centered on me. If they did this at that time, then I would also fall into it. After all, everything in the team revolves around me, and the salary is not bad. Why should I leave this country and run out? What about breaking new ground? This is something Inter Milan can’t exchange for any salary, at least I faced uncertainty at the time. You have to know that I won five championships at Chelsea, and achieved all the highest in my career. The rest should be the pursuit of comfort, right?"
"That's true, then I have to thank Mr. Roman for being blind. If he didn't drive you away in the end, you wouldn't be able to show such a strong adaptability." Xiaomei smiled: "Maybe you can't reach it." You have reached such a high professional height, right? It is the challenges brought by new clubs, new systems, new coaches, and new teammates one after another, forcing you to continuously improve your personal abilities, and finally use the cause and effect that does not touch you to succeed. Integrating into one team after another, winning one championship after another?"
"Really?" Wang Ai said with emotion: "In fact, Mr. Roman can't say bad things about me, but his political speculation is too strong, which made me lose confidence in him. We are still friends in other aspects. By the way, My family helped him buy a house in BJ, and he helped me buy a helicopter in Russia. Our relationship outside of football is still good. In fact, even now when I think about it, I miss the days when I was in Chelsea. .Different from Deportivo, where Deportivo was too poor, I didn’t live a good life. At Chelsea, I was really earning a high salary. I didn’t have to worry about anything in the countryside of Cobham every day, except for training.
[To be honest, I have been using reading books recently to follow up, change sources, and read aloud with many timbres, both Android and Apple. 】
"And..." Xiaomei suddenly stopped talking.
"And my white moonlight." Wang Ai smiled and picked it up.