Vol 3 Chapter 58: Golden Boy Shines in Monaco (End: Rey! Rey! Rey!)

In the chase of his teammates, Wang Ai didn't notice the nervous look of Beleron and Silva. He rushed to the visiting team's stand with a big laugh all the way. The descendants of the fishermen of Laco were throwing Laco scarves on the stand, and each other. Hugging, jumping and jumping, pointing at the running Wang Ai: "Doctor! Doctor! Doctor!"
Wang Ai went to the stand and looked up, and suddenly raised his right arm!
The fans of Laco are silent, and then they raise their right arms together!
Wang Ai stretched out and brushed the "V" across.
Wang Ai stretched out three fingers, the shadow of the pupil in the opposite direction, like a tidal wave, all of which were Poseidon's tridents.
Wang Aiban stretched out his little finger, a white, black, old, little, nail-painted, gloved hand, pressing the palms of the four fingers toward the court.
Wang Ai calmed down, retracted his forearm, clenched his fist, popped his arm fiercely, and spread his five fingers!
Everyone, his forearms stretched forward strongly, brushing their faces together and opening their palms.
More than five thousand stretched fingers, like a mechanically controlled flower, bloom at the same time!
This one-hundred response, a thousand people in one voice, commanding the audience, broke through the atrium of Constance watching the ball silently.
This scene was also fixed on the film by the scene photographer, making it the headline of tomorrow's newspaper.
Wang Ai swayed for three seconds, retracted his arm, and just about to say something, the opposite fan shouted: "Otra! Otra! Otra! (Come again! Come again! Come again!)"
Wang Ai looked at the fans hesitantly. The fans were encouraged and shouted "Otra!"
Wang Ai shook her head with a smile, tried to keep her face, pretend to have the same momentum, and play with the fans again. Only this time, the teammates also stood with Wang Ai, and at the same time, they stretched their fingers to commemorate this great game and commemorate the birth of a new personal record in the history of the Champions League.
The Monaco people were silent, including Pursau, who hit the quaternary, and had a draw. Such a draw had mixed feelings.
Until Wang Ai and his teammates thanked the fans again, the team doctor crowded the crowd and rushed to the side.
Wang Ai grinned and took a cool breath. Turning his head down, the skin on his right calf was no longer visible, all blood.
The team doctor sprayed a hemostatic spray, wiping blood stains, and looking for wounds. Teammates also bent down, even Irueta squatted.
This time, Wang Ai is standing tall. The opposite Laco fans noticed something different, consciously stopped and celebrated, watching the crowd nervously.
Wang Ai waved his hands pretentiously, and before he shouted anything, his body was light, and he was put on a stretcher by his teammates, hurried across the court, and ran to the player channel on the other side.
Wang Ai was rarely injured, but it was also unavoidable. He was talking to Silvalian next to him, and after listening to a riot behind him, Wang Ai turned back. Several descendants of the anxious fishermen had already jumped off the stand.
The scared Monaco police on the scene hurriedly stopped, and the officials, coaches, and players of Laco who were still on the bench also rushed to the stands to stop them, which stopped the latecomers from eager to try.
In the medical room of the Louis II stadium, the doctor of Laco and the doctor of the stadium made an emergency diagnosis. There were four blood grooves on Wang Ai's calf, which should be crossed by the sharp spikes of Plas, because in the highly excited game, Wang Ai didn't notice the pain. At the same time, the tight socks restricted blood vessels and muscles, causing slow blood loss.
Wang Haidian District, Beijing, Vice President Wang ’s house. At this time, most of the rooms have been turned off. For an ordinary Champions League group game, Wang Ai ’s family did n’t care much. The work should be busy, and the school should be busy. At school, only the guard room was lit with a few lights.
Li Lin came to Wang Bin to report work today. He was late when he left and did n’t go home. He watched and chatted with his brother on the night shift in the guard room, and stopped talking until the scene in the TV footage. . Looking at the night shift brothers, Li Lin calmed down and took the idea decisively!
The earliest contact with the Wang family was all the big brother-level figures in the defense. He is familiar with the disposition of the Wang family and knows that he cannot pretend to see it, otherwise it is easy to complain. The family of such a big family is the only seedling. . When Ai Xiaoqing sees it on TV tomorrow, I don't know much anxiety.
Li Lin thought about it, and found his mobile phone and called Huang Xin who was in Shenyang. Because she is the boss beyond sports.
Under the emergency arrangement of Huang Xin, Beyond Rehabilitation Medical Center sent an expert from Tubingen, Germany to the Monte Carlo Hotel in Monaco overnight. Fortunately, the injury was not serious, but the wound was deeper and it took longer to recover.
When Ai Xiaoqing received the news from Beyond Rehabilitation Medical Center to Beyond Sports, and from Huang Xin to Wang Bin the next morning, he already underestimated a lot, so Ai Xiaoqing patted the table boldly: "Boy Well, tossing is nothing. "
Although it was startled when watching TV.
Six hours later, in the early morning of Monaco, teammates pushed a wheelchair to board the returning plane. At this time, Wang Ai couldn't get away with pain. Rondoiro took the initiative and packed a small plane.
Two hours later, the plane landed at A Coruna Airport. A lot of blood was lost, and Wang Ai was a bit sleepy, so she kept sleeping, until Molina next to him pushed him gently, and then he woke up. Feeling less pain in the legs, he walked towards the exit with Molina's help, and a cool sea salty wind blew into the cabin, refreshing.
Immediately, Haitao's voice came into his ears.
When Wang Ai's figure appeared at the cabin door, a large blue and white ocean tumbling up at the airport. Wang Ai casually glanced, the crowd had covered the airport with at least 40,000 people, and there were a steady stream of people in the streets in the distance.
This is just a group match, or a draw! The less experienced Raco fans are more innocent and cute.
Wang Ai was short of breath, raising her arms in exchange for greater cheers and applause. When he was halfway down the ramp, representatives of several fan organizations stepped out of the crowd, holding a wooden tray with a blue and white scarf covered by Laco.
Separate the crowd, board the gangway, raise the tray to the side to signal, and then open the scarf violently. Wang Ai looked down, frowned, and then covered her face and laughed.
It turned out to be a crown! It's so clear to see so closely that the workmanship is very rough and the riveting is made of brass bars. Obviously, which hardware store rushes to work overnight, the fans of Laco are too good at it!
In the thunderous applause and laughter, several Laco fans also put on a white robe. One of them was a fisherman with a height of one meter nine, grinning, and buckled the brass crown to Wang Ai On the head, the smashed Wang Ai almost did not get down.
This is really a rural version of the ascension ceremony!
After Wang Ai wore a crown and straightened up, several "priests" opened their arms and waved their arms at the tens of thousands of fans below, "Rey! Rey! Rey!"!
Tens of thousands of Laco fans shouted in unison: "Rey! Rey! Rey! (King! King! King!)"
The "priests" shouted again, "Rey! Rey! Rey!"
"Rey! Rey! Rey!"
The small town in the northwest corner of Iberia trembled gently in the voice of "Rey! Rey! Rey!".
Ten years of fighting for the Super Laco, today, finally ushered in their king!