"Matilde, coffee without sugar, thank you."

Sitting in the living room of Jose's house, Wang Ai unceremoniously supported his "mother" in theory, not only because the family is familiar with each other, but also at this special moment, the more comfortable Wang Ai is away from outside.

Once ambitious, returning empty bags, this is Jose's mood now. It is warm anyway to have a former team member deliver to the door of the house reluctantly or even as a guest at home.

Matilde smiled and offered a cup of fragrant coffee. After Wang Ai took the thanks with both hands, Matilde consciously took the child out of the living room. It's just that it's different from the child running to the backyard carelessly. Facing the backyard, she quietly stopped in the corridor behind the living room, intending to listen to the conversation between the two.

She doesn't interfere much with her husband's career, but as a pillar of the family, she will also act as a consultant. What Wiwi said at the door today is of great significance.

Jose collected the belongings he brought back and returned to the living room to sit on the sofa opposite Wang Ai without saying a word. His eyes were dignified and sharp with a trace of exhaustion and relief. Wang Ai didn't speak, he drank coffee and charged him. wink.

Jose smiled and shook his head: "The Chinese national team wants to invite me? You can't represent your National Football Association, and you can't anticipate today long in advance. So, you are sending out a tentative invitation, right? "

Wang Ai shrugged and put down the coffee cup: "By the way, I am indeed not authorized. At the same time, I am not inviting you on behalf of the national team, but on behalf of the Olympic team, the Olympic football team."

Jose frowned: "Youth team?"

Seeing Wang Ai nodded, Jose smiled bitterly: "You, actually invited me to coach the youth team?"

"Not a guide." Wang Ai shook his head seriously: "It's a technical consultant."

Jose stopped speaking and leaned on the sofa to watch Wang Ai. Wang Ai took out his cell phone and put it on the coffee table: "Coach, do you have work to do today?"

"There was a media interview in the afternoon, you know, you can't push it off."

"So, do you have time in the morning? There is no team for you to take care of now, right?"

Jose grabbed a candy and smashed it on Wang Ai. Wang Ai smiled and picked up the candy and peeled off the packaging and put it in his mouth: "So, you should have time and patience to listen to me?"

Facing such a tired Wiwi, Jose was also helpless. He sighed and leaned against the sofa, but also raised Erlang's legs: "Say it, I have good patience."

"Things must start more than a hundred years ago..."

"Wait!" Jose decisively stopped: "I said, I have something else this afternoon."

"In the evening, you can invite me to dinner."

There was a chuckle in the hallway, and Jose couldn’t help but smile and stroke his forehead: “Okay, okay, dear Wiwi, I’ve listened to you all day when I blocked your transfer. Is the arrangement okay?"

"Thank you." Wang Aizhi triumphed: "Two hundred years ago... Hey, Europe started the industrial revolution during the war and turmoil more than two hundred years ago. At that time China was entering the most stringent period of feudal rule, so Europe opened up nature. With the great development of science, China has entered the culmination of the previous stage of social science. I think you should know about the following things. I think you have read the Portuguese version of Modern Chinese History I gave you."

Jose nodded: "The Opium War, and...Macao."

Wang Ai shrugged: "Let's not say unhappy today. In short, before that, China was a brilliant central empire for thousands of years. After that, it almost fell to the ground. A magnificent mansion fell to the ground. The people here were battered and tens of millions of people were swallowed up by the war. Just in this ruin, a new China was established. Half a century has passed, and it is far from returning to its former glory. More than a billion people are still in hardship Keep trekking. You know the concept of the world factory. Chinese workers have to pay twice as much labor, and they still make less than one-fifth of American workers."

Josenu nodded and said nothing. When the Portuguese Empire collapsed, the Portuguese once suffered and remembered so much. However, Portugal did not fall to the bottom of China.

"At this moment, the Beijing Olympics is coming." Wang Ai looked into Jose's eyes directly: "In Asia, we Chinese people used to have a shameful nickname called the sick man of East Asia because of nutritional problems, just like Europe used to call Osman The sick man of West Asia is the same. But our side refers not only to the country, but also to the people. Therefore, in China, the long-term painful memory and the great desire for national rejuvenation have given the Olympics, especially the Beijing Olympics next year, of unique significance."

"I can understand." Jose straightened his posture.

Wang Ai nodded and said, "I will deepen your impression and let you know what kind of persistence ordinary Chinese people have. I have told my friends in the past that if the Chinese Olympic football team can win the gold medal next year, I would rather pay the price of a broken leg. Even today, I am willing to sign this contract with the devil."

Jose opened his eyes wide, and looked up and down Wang Ai in disbelief.

Wang Ai's eyes are frank and clear: "José, as a European, you may not understand the Chinese people's thinking in this regard. From ancient times to the present, the Chinese people are collective supremacy, and we are willing to make greater concessions for the collective. Greater protection. The same is true for me, don’t see if I have the opportunity to touch the two-prize gold cup, I have the opportunity to become, become..."

"King of the ball." Jose added in a low voice.

Wang Ai was ashamed: "In short, I am willing to give up my career to maintain national honor and obey the collective will. I can't compare to my predecessors. They don't even hesitate, and I have to think about it. ."

I don’t know when Matilde has walked to the door of the living room. Jose frowned and shook his head: "You are almost a military temperament. I have read the documents of the Korean War. I know that your army is stubborn as a stone. same."

"The People's Army, defending the people, is home to parents, wives and children."

Jose nodded silently.

"In short, next year's Beijing Olympics is extraordinary for the Chinese people. It is a national event and a national event. As the most influential sport in the world, football, our youth team has been given a different meaning."

Jose suddenly smiled in the heavy atmosphere: "Is there a political commissar? Will he be shot if he loses?"

Wang Ai didn't care about this ridicule: "There will be no penalty, at least not for the players. But what if everyone is like me? What if we want to win?"

"Only win?"

"nothing else needed."