"Look, look, look!" Lucia Constance, holding a thermos cup full of hot coffee, pointed at the TV and yelled at her girlfriend in the dormitory of the University of A Coruna. "You still Say it's not worth his assistant? "

Her girlfriend was a few years older than her. After hearing this, she smiled helplessly, and wanted to speak, but saw Constance's eyes staring at the screen tightly, and had to give up persuasion. At the age when Constance was in his infancy, as an assistant to such a world-renowned star, it was like a moth throwing fire.

The nearly black "lawn" was run by Wang Aifeng, and a series of mud was brought up by the spiked leather feet, which kept splashing behind him. The original white socks and knee pads were already dark. Before a long pass came to the backcourt, he rushed past Van Bronthorst and Puyol. The TV screen quickly "swept" the side of the coach seat, Jose had already stood up, and Rijkaard had also stood up.

The camera swept Wang Ai's back again, where Ronaldinho was signalling to the lineman: This is an offside. However, the lineman was indifferent to the boos of thousands of fans behind him.

Puyol hurriedly turned, Van Brontehorst hurriedly turned, and Oleg on the other side ran diagonally to the middle, almost at the same time as Wang Ai, and rushed to the goal at the same time. , Run faster than him! Can only try to shout to Valdes.

Puyol also felt the difference in speed between the two sides, and after a few steps, he knew that he couldn't catch the tackles, and both feet came out! When Wang Ai ran, he found that his movements would change. When he knew that he was about to make a final stroke, he suddenly accelerated his foot speed. In the end, Puyol's high-speed tackle fell behind him and never touched him.

Baders was desperate. He dropped the goal and ran out of the goal area with his hands open to try to intercept. Wang Ai took a step horizontally, throwing away the "sliding kneeling" of Valdes, a light push.

Oleg struggling to chase back forcibly tackles, but it is not far from football.

The football rolled across the goal line under the breath of Stamford Bridge. Everyone in the stands jumped up and waved their arms towards the center of the stadium. The Stamford Bridge was like a kettle, which just reached 100 degrees, and the hot water became boiling water, and began to murmur.

Since the successful pass, the Icelanders who have been following Wang Ai not far away happily rushed up to celebrate with Wang Ai in the air. Iceland, a small country with a population of hundreds of thousands, has no dispute with the world, so the people are very happy, and the level of joy is close to the third brother!

It is a pity that in the talented Chelsea squad, facing the fierce competition of Robben, Joker, Wright, and now Wang Ai, he cannot meet his familiar forward line, even the front waist has encountered A Lampard who has been attending for 10,000 years and had to switch from forward to back.

Changing positions in order to get playing time is a helpless choice for many players. In the end, those who made this choice can still shine, but very few of them, and most people have gradually dim since then. Succumbing to the needs of the team, they were able to continue to maintain the game, but lost the training of inherent skills, especially the striker easily lost the vital front-line sense of smell and shot confidence, which is difficult to calculate.

At least Wang Ai will never choose this way. Except for forwards, forwards, wingers, and even defense, they don't want to participate. If you don't let me play, I would rather transfer!

Of course, in order to avoid such unfavorable consequences, Wang Ai always uses the time of the game to devote himself wholeheartedly, using the key goals one by one to strengthen his position, not only the position of the team, but also the position on the field. .

Back at halftime, with two minutes left, Wang Ai planned another long-distance attack with the Icelanders. Although this time was undermined by the prepared Max and Van Brontehorst double-teams, it still frightened Barcelona.

"How about your physical fitness?" In the locker room of the home team, Jose gently asked Wang Ai.

In the onlookers of his teammates, Wang Ai fang smiled: "If you go all out, 20 minutes will be fine."

"You just fell, and the impact is not big?" Jose asked about the time when Wang Ai was double-teamed and fell near the end of the game.

Wang Ai frowned and stood up for a serious activity. "Slightly uncomfortable, maybe the movements are not fine enough, but there should be no problem running."

After the team doctor gave the same judgment, Jose thought about it and said to everyone: "Our game situation is unfavorable, everyone knows, for this I will criticize Asir ... Your acting skills are too bad!"

In the laughter of everyone, Del Horno grinned and spread his hands. Jose intervened with both hands: "Everyone should stick to it in the second half. I know your defensive pressure is great, especially if we have a guy who can't defend but still plays for another 20 minutes. Hold on, he will be ahead Give you good. "

In the applause of the players, Jose turned his head and looked at Wang Ai with a smile: "You have scored a lot of ways. I guess you just frightened them with the two counterattacks you just made, and will consider a stronger foul against you. You have to pay attention, the chance of a direct free kick has come. We only got a direct free kick in the first half of the first half, still close to the bottom line. But they may not care about it for a while, so seize the opportunity, but do n’t get hurt . "

Wang Aizheng focused his head. After a few minutes, the two sides reappeared and exchanged venues. Sure enough, it was expected that the opponent's entanglement with Wang Ai went from close defense to harassing defense. Regardless of the ball and the ball, Wang Ai was always followed by Van Bronthorst, and their arms were always pushed to push go with.

After all, Barcelona has one more person and has the ability to arrange this. Even if it doesn't fit Barcelona's elegant style of play, even Rijkaard can't afford it at this time.

Just when they were staring at Wang Ai, Drogba scored a goal in the midfield, full of physical fitness, and onslaught.

This was in the 6th minute of the second half. Wang Ai struck back and passed Lampard. Lampard directly passed the ball without stopping the ball. He crossed the top of Max's head. Drogba collided with him in the air and landed on the ground. He grabbed the first point, and on the other side Wang Ai made an emergency response to distract the Barcelona defender. At the same time, he stood in front of the goal and scored into the goal.

Prior to this game, Eto'o publicly said: Drogba is great, but I am the African footballer.

Drogba heard no response, but put the response on the field.

The battlefield of the two of them also moved from Egypt to Stamford Bridge.