Milan has a high dimension, so it is dark early in winter, and it darkens after Wang Ai arrives home. Leaving Lao Liu teasing the cat on the first floor, Wang Ai went upstairs to pack his equipment, pushed open the bathroom door, and sat down in the bathtub with a bare bottom.

Just as Lao Liu and the others had noticed, Wang Ai couldn't refresh his energy during this period of time. Instead, he felt very tired. He seldom takes a bath, let alone a bath in the afternoon. And soaking soaking, he actually fell asleep.

Water droplets accumulated on the ceiling. Slowly, one fell down and was on Wang Ai's forehead. He opened his eyes and the water in the bathtub was already cold. Looking outside, the forest in the evening became gloomy, and several stars had appeared in the dark blue night sky.

With a bang, Wang Ai stood up, helped his forehead, which hurt a little, quickly wiped it dry, put on a thick bathrobe, poured water, opened the door, and went downstairs.

"I took a shower? I said it was a long time, I was going to call you." Kang Si said hello to the table with food.

"Yeah." Wang Ai smiled and sat down on the chair.

Old Liu closed his notebook, rubbed his temples and walked over to sit down: "Oh, it's rich enough."

Wang Ai smiled: "Every day."

Six dishes, stewed chicken with mushrooms, spinach squid, grilled tenderloin, sauerkraut bones, braised eel, vegetable soup, the staple food is Milanese macaroni and beef offal burger.

After eating, Kang Si suddenly wondered: "Is there less vegetable soup today?"

Wang Ai nodded: "I ate too much today."

"You don't usually eat vegetables? You are...Eh, there is a lot of meat left today, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Ai raised his eyebrows: "No appetite, no energy."

Old Liu rubbed his nose, "You just ate a plate full of macaroni, but with your appetite, it's a little bit less and uncomfortable?"

"It's okay."

Half of the roasted pork loin was left, half of the sauerkraut bones were left, and the rest were all eaten, but even so, it was a bit abnormal. Lao Liu and Wang Ai are few when they are together, so I don’t think, but both Yan Zhu and Zhao Dan know it well. So as soon as he finished eating, Zhao Dan brought a thermometer, and he measured it, it was okay, it was a bit high.

"Go to bed early at night." Zhao Dan suggested.

"Ok."

"Don't practice?" Old Liu asked.

"You have to practice, reduce the amount." Yan Zhu explained: "Practice all the year round, even if you feel uncomfortable, you have to go again, or you can't sleep."

"Brother Liu, just ask what you want." Wang Ai said as he picked up the coffee.

"Well, what do you think of Mancini? You have experienced several well-known coaches."

"It's not so good. The contact time is short. But from the training point of view, it is not as detailed as Jose buckle. When Jose found something wrong during training, he will tell you immediately. Mancini is not. He does not speak easily, so he just watched. After finishing a few words to explain, then I look at it." Wang Ai said this and thought for a while: "I don't know how to speak Italian. I can't make sure that I can understand it immediately, so I still have a bit of trouble. Wait for another ten days. After half a month, I figured it out thoroughly. I guess I can say more? But in general, the training content is not much different."

"Then what about him and Irue Tabi? With Director Xu? And Gao Hongbo and Shen Xiangfu?"

"Ah, let me think about it..."

Coincidentally, Wang Ai and Lao Liu and others talked about Mancini at home. He did not go home immediately after get off work tonight. Instead, he rushed to the Inter Milan club in the center of Milan and met with the owner Moratti. It's Wang Ai.

"Can he start the game the day after tomorrow?" Moratti asked expectantly.

Mannich's expression was focused, slightly serious: "Sorry Massimo, I don't think it can be."

Moratti pushed his glasses unexpectedly: "Roberto, you know, I spent a lot of money for him."

Mannich nodded clearly: "He still has problems with the team. Although his footwork and consciousness are very good, it also greatly complements us, but his state..."

Speaking of this, Mancini's expression showed a hint of confusion: "Massimo, in these days of training games, you know, he didn't score a goal. He seems to have no energy, like... a hangover is not awake. "

Moratti's expression became serious: "Are you sure?"

"Oh no, I didn't mean he drank, it's not of that kind." Mancini shook his head and said: "According to our team doctor's examination, he is just ordinary fatigue. But his competitive state is really average, I don't know why. So he Can't start, I still trust the current lineup more."

Moratti took out a cigarette and lit it, "Is it okay to substitute? Roberto, I need him to appear as soon as possible. We are under too much financial pressure. He has a game in the morning, and our TV broadcasts and advertisers will be happy." ."

"If the game situation allows it."

"Okay." Moratti compromised and thought for a while: "Do you think he has any problems? His performance in the Premier League in the first half of the season was like a god. I don't need him to copy it. Three quarters. Two-thirds? One-half will do."

Speaking of this, Moratti yearned for: "Average two goals per game, one-half, and one goal per game, my God! What an amazing Chinese. Roberto, I feel I have made a good deal. Yes, a good deal!"

Mancini nodded, and waited for Moratti to come back to his senses before saying: "We are very different from the Premier League. If it is summer, he has two months to adapt, but now, only a few days. And he wants to be with the next door. The Brazilian competed in 17 games and scored 35 goals, which was very expensive, so he should need to rest..."

Moratti excitedly said, "Yeah, good, he should belong to us by nature!"

Mancini nodded and listened to Moratti still saying: "If this kid came to us earlier, he would not have been so hard. This year he won't be blocked by the Brazilians. The World Footballer should also belong to him. . By the way, when will he adapt to us?"

"It's hard to tell, a player like him who lives with self-discipline and trains hard will hardly have a problem, but if there is a problem, ordinary methods should not work, mainly depends on him."

"Or, I'll talk to him?" Moratti hesitated.

"Maybe," Mannich thought. "But wait for him first. After the game the day after tomorrow, I will talk to him first. You are the boss after all, no matter how much you like him."

"Well, let me restrain myself." Moratti shrugged, "but, I really want to see him...you know, he is just like Ronnie back then, no, he is better than Ronnie! "

"I hope he can stay in Milan and maintain his good habits." Mancini sighed in a low voice: "If the Chinese can bear the temptation, we should all be more patient for his age."