Of course, the Chinese fans could not see the scene of the press conference after the game. The broadcast of the game was suspended after the game ended 2:0. However, Wang Ai, who had returned home, saw all the links in the conflict. First, Jose criticized Cruise and Balotelli by name at the post-match press conference, and then the Italian TV host vividly described after the press conference. In the corridor, Cruz and Jose had a heated argument.

"What will it be like?" Tao Wei asked quietly in the living room before the women came back.

Wang Ai shook his head: "It should be fine. Although Moratti's mother is soft-hearted, she is not stupid. After he took office, all the coaches were strict fathers. This shows that he also knows his own personality defects. So, K Ruth's resistance was meaningless."

Tao Wei pondered and nodded: "Yes, with Jose's prestige, an increasingly marginal veteran cannot be challenged."

"Yeah." Wang Ai looked empathetic: "When you get old, you can't do it. You have to adjust your mentality obediently, and obediently carry the bag to the new boss."

"Yeah? Xiao Wang, what are you feeling about? Are you not a boss?" Tao Wei, who is also a retired player, amused.

"Anyone who is not far-sighted must have near-worries." Wang Ai shook his head and said to himself: "I also have the day to retire, right? Let's do a good job of mental construction now to save time and trouble. Cruise has been at Inter Milan for a long time , And the boss is used to it, so he doesn't respect Jose."

He Wei, who has been silent all the time, said: "You mean they are not about this game?"

"I have said it several times, but I didn't listen to it this time." Wang Ai sighed: "Actually, Inter Milan used to be too loose and lacking explosive power, so it couldn't stand the Champions League knockout. Jose now has to adjust and build. As a whole, we must form a fist. Here, we must introduce, eliminate, establish the core, and play style. This is his blueprint and Moratti's ambition. Those who follow will die! The team, Apart from me, Ibrahimovic and Zanetti, no one can be an exception. Even the three of us have to be obedient, at least to make a gesture of obedience."

He Wei and Tao Wei looked at each other: "No wonder, but will this make Jose unable to continue?"

Wang Ai grinned: "If Jose's background doesn't look like a hedgehog, no one will listen to him. So the more Cruise provokes him, the more he has to retaliate. Moratti had not had enough confidence in the coach before, so Always swaying left and right, it is different now, he can trust Jose, so Moratti can't be used to him this time."

While chatting, the doorbell rang, Wang Ai wondered, did the women forget their keys? So he got up and went to the door. As soon as he opened the door, the black boy came in angrily. As soon as he entered the door, he yelled: "I won't be in the big roster next Wednesday! The coach will not take me, the coach discriminates against me!"

Wang Ai hurriedly pulled Balotelli into the room with a loud voice. The black boy saw that two "foreigners" were there, and then he remembered that he had met at the base yesterday afternoon and knew that they were two Chinese reporters. I didn't care, I sat down on the sofa and talked a lot.

After hearing a few words, He Wei and Tao Wei hid. Although this may be very exciting from a news point of view, this is a private conversation between Wang Ai and his teammates. Wang Ai does not take the initiative to tell them, and they cannot report if they know. This is a measure of being a reporter, but also a friend.

Wang Ai smiled and listened to the complaints of his friends. When he saw that he was tired, he grabbed a handful of pistachios. When he saw that he was thirsty, he opened a bottle of Arctic Ocean...

Beibingyang, these old domestic brands can be bought abroad, just like Tsingtao Beer that can be bought everywhere.

Knocked on pistachios, drank the Arctic Ocean, and looked aggrieved. This is the young Bashen!

Probably the black boy had enough to vent, and while talking about the youth team, he said he was happy.

Faced with such a simple little brother, Wang Ai was not embarrassed to fool him. When he said that he was tired again, he began to take out a handful of hazelnuts from the coffee table and motioned to Wang Ai to eat together, Wang Ai laughed and said: " Mario, I have worked with Jose for three years and I know he is a cold man."

"Yes, yes!"

"But he is a coach, he has power."

Black boy blinked his eyes and snorted: "I want to resist his tyranny!"

Wang Ai shrugged: "Sorry, other coaches are also dictators, such as Ferguson, Van Gaal, Lippi...In short, there is no way to talk about democracy in the team."

"What can I do then?" The black boy was dumbfounded, as if he had been thinking about such an elegant thing as democracy.

Wang Ai blinked: "But a dictator also has an advantage. As long as you obey him, he will give you a chance."

Balotelli blinked and suddenly yelled. He put the hazelnut shell in his mouth. He vomited two bitter words, "But he asked me to play as a winger. I don't like it. I hope to go to the middle. The road is too small and it affects my performance."

Wang Ai then knew the reason for the conflict between Balotelli and Jose, and couldn't help crying and laughing: "Mario, you said yourself, are you stronger than Ibrahim now? Now, now?"

The black boy frowned and thought hard and looked ridiculous. Wang Ai endured a smile and ate a hazelnut. Then the black boy looked up: "I am better than him, but, but I have no chance to show it, at least not enough."

Wang Ai shook his head: "First, if you really have this kind of strength, then you should seize similar opportunities. I remember you were there in a few games but Ibrahim was not there, right? But unfortunately you did not show such strength. Maybe you think you didn't play well in that game, but there are only 50 games in a season. The coach can't give you unlimited opportunities to experiment."

The black boy nodded reluctantly.

"Second, since you haven't shown this strength yet, you have no choice if you still want to play. In fact, the side lanes are also good. You see, I got the golden boots on the side lanes."

Black boy widened his eyes: "Yeah, why didn't you get in the middle? You made six in the last game, and God, you made six!"

Wang Ai smiled: "Why do I have to go to the mid lane without affecting my performance? Besides, how heavy is the defensive pressure in the mid lane? Isn't it right for Ibra to be so strong? If you go with me, you can resist and get hurt easily. Ah, that's not as good as the sidewalk."

The black boy held his cheeks in contemplation for a long time, piled up on the sofa sadly, and said to himself: "How can I be like you?"

"Want to learn?" Wang Ai smiled and stood up: "I teach you?"