Chapter 90: Qualifiers (below)

Lao Gao knew that Wang Ai was the graduation season. In the most nervous period, in order to come to South Korea to participate, Wang Ai not only asked for leave from the school, but also begged the head of the department to adjust the examination time for individual subjects. Should it be that this is the first time that Renmin University of China has faced a student to participate in the Asian Games, and adjust the test time for a student? In front of the vice-minister's principal, students of any family background are ants!
The key is that Wang Ai is not so many sports specialty students or special enrollment later, but full-time students from the sacred college entrance examination. This is a system cultivated by Renmin University of China. Football is yours!
But this is also the biggest face. Wang Ai must pass the exam to get a graduation certificate, so even if Wang Ai has entered the South Korean competition, he has brought dozens of philosophical books. Already. It ’s not good without a book. In South Korea, one week before and after, Wang Ai's limit compression of four years and two years, twice as many subjects as others are facing examinations.
Therefore, whether Lao Gao or the team leader, it is more tolerant to Wang Ai's laziness. Even if the students of Renmin University of China are the most ordinary one, the future employment prospects are very bright. More than half of the graduates will have a higher administrative level in the future, and Wang Ai is one of them who is particularly good at studying and wants to graduate. At the critical moment, he pulled people to play a junior qualifier that no one watched at all.
At the end of the whistle, Lao Gao awakened Wang Ai: "I said you must be so sleepy if you are so sleepy, will you sleep in the hotel?"
Wang Ai stood up swayingly: "Feel the game atmosphere."
Lao Gao's nose is going to be crooked. You sleep and feel a fart! The May sun in Seoul is good. I slept you with a big impression on my face!
"What do you feel?"
Wang Ai rubbed his eyes at 19: 0 on the electronic card and nodded his head in praise: "The game was very exciting, the confrontation was fierce, the red flags were spreading, the crowd was crowded, the audience's voices were dumb, their palms were red!"
At this time, Zhao Xuri, who walked to the sideline, shot Wang Ai with a slap, and almost did not shoot Wang Ai down: "You can see this audience. Can you have 50 audiences?"
Two days later, to Brunei, Wang Ai dressed like a figure and sat beside Gao Hongbo again. It stands to reason that this position is an assistant coach, but what kind of bicycle is required in this situation? Gao Hongbo has not had time to recruit his own assistant. The team leader can temporarily serve as an assistant, but Wang Aifei has to sit here, and the team leader is quite big and does not compete with Wang Ai. Besides, the team leader also noticed that this pair of big and small people who often exchange football skills and tactics are feeling good.
Within twenty minutes, Wang Ai fell asleep again and did not wake up in the midfield.
Lao Gao reluctantly pushed and pushed Wang Ai: "I said that you would sleep in the lounge or you wouldn't sleep well, and the impact would be bad."
Wang Ai stood up lazily with her eyes narrowed: "Don't I worry about you?"
"What are you worried about?" Lao Gao wondered.
"Yeah!" Wang Ai taunted. "Our national football team counts you and asks the soil to stump and knock out the front teeth. How many times have you been robbed of blood by Shijiao Langgong? I'm not here in case you fall. It's inside, who fished you? "
Lao Gao snorted and turned away. Wang Ai was still chattering behind him: "You said how hard you worked Iraq and Yemen in 1993, you just missed a goal without entering the World Cup, Schrapner. How old the old man was to you, and after school, you said you ... "
The leader covered Wang Ai's mouth with poison all the way: Lao Gao was about to explode.
After the end, the scoreboard showed: 12: 0, the Chinese team beat Brunei ...
Wang Ai yawned at the summary meeting, and the team members were a bit listless. Suddenly Wang Ai stood up: "High guidance, let's play together after the qualifiers. There will be wars below."
Lao Gao held a summary meeting in accordance with his habit. At that time, both the national team and the local team did so. At a glance below, Wang Ai's young and middle-aged young team members contaminated by him gave him a serious glance at Wang Ai: "First, today At this point, everyone goes back to rest. "
Lao Gao blamed Wang Ai: "I said Wang Ai, you have to pay more attention to the discipline of the meeting. This is me here. You have to change to another coach. You must clean up and say that you will not be allowed to play at a young age. It ’s a big deal to pick you wrong and get you home, players can't resist in this regard. "
Wang Ai nodded his mouth frequently, and then looked up when Lao Gao's vent was finished: "Guide, have you forgotten something?"
"What?" Lao Gao opened his eyes wide.
Wang Ai raised her arms and looked at the watch: "Half an hour."
Holding Lao Gao's look unknown, Wang Ai said distressedly: "You just know how to train me, and South Korea will play Mongolia immediately. I said, don't you go to see the South Korean team? Don't you study your opponent? "
"Oh!" Lao Gao patted his head. The first time he was inexperienced as a coach, there was no one around him to remind himself.
"Let's go!" Lao Gao had no time to spray Wang Ai, and hurriedly changed into casual clothes. The two found the venue for South Korea's match against Mongolia in accordance with the arrangements of the tournament. The rest of the national team is the same, no one looks at it, so no one sells tickets at the stadium. The two walked in and went in.
South Korea and Mongolia are already playing at this moment, and they both take it seriously.
"The Korean team is still so rough, such a young child is so cruel, oh, high guidance, look! Did you say that you just rushed to the ball or rushed to the people?"
When there are no outsiders, Lao Gao can be regarded as talkative, replying humorously: "Kicking the ball is to go to the ball, kicking people is to go to the person."
"That is, they just go out and don't take back. Maybe they are in the domestic league. Those who can't stand the kick are kicked out of the football circle, so the rest are resistant. But it is not good for us. "
Lao Gao nodded: "Our Chinese football, in the end, is actually technical, but the body is strong in Asia, so sometimes it is not clear. But from 80 years to today, every country The coaches of the team all advocate football skills. Therefore, teams like South Korea have a headache, and even when people come up and kick the ball, the Chinese team cannot play.
They watched and said that just half of the first half, the two came over in front of each other and stood with their backs to watch the ball. The two turned around and watched, but the body dangled, and the two of them were not in the meeting. As a result, they blocked their eyes strictly.
At this time, the two people found out that this is the sanitary staff in the stadium and they are holding brooms. This is sincere!
Gao Hongbo's tall, thin and small eyes are a bit like Koreans, and Wang Ai's dress is very trendy. It is more popular than ordinary Korean children. It is difficult to tell from the appearance that this was a conservative Chinese at the time.
Both were wondering, how did each other see it?
Holding two Chinese "spyes" with a gloomy face, three South Koreans were proud: they overheard for half a minute, but they didn't even hear a "Smith", this is definitely not our people!