"Well, it's settled, go home!" Wang Aizhi triumphantly patted the two back seats: "Go home and watch the game with me, and see how my teammates clean up the opponent!"

Zhang Guang smiled: "I just want to see it."

Liu Liang didn't say a word, and Wang Ai said hey: "Old Liu, I tell you, you have to watch if you don't like it, you have to understand my job, right?"

"Well, that's true."

Zhang Guang looked at Wang Ai happy, and smiled in the rearview mirror: "He, he is stubborn. I told him a long time ago that he thinks it has nothing to do with him. It is better to say that the effect is good, and the educated persuasion is also agile. "

"Old Liu has his temper, you also have your personality, and I also have my troubles." Wang Ai said with a smile: "You said that there are 10 to 20 million people in Beijing. Isn't it fate that we can meet together? Our jobs are different, but it’s a lifetime thing when we get better, let’s look down."

When the car arrived at the door of the house, Wang Ai passed by the front yard and greeted his parents. The couple didn't worry that their son would come back hungry. With his face, how could he not get a meal? There are people in Beijing who want to eat him. As long as he has a thick-skinned face, he dares to go to other people's canteens when he knocks on the door of a unit at the watch!

Just brush your face!

Wang Ai exercised in the backyard for half an hour. When the time came, he hurriedly wiped it to the front yard.

Leoni, Conse and the invited Zhang Guang and Liu Liang are all there. Tonight’s game is Inter Milan’s away game against Atlanta. At the Blue Arena, Inter Milan’s last loss was in 1994.

On the coffee table full of fruits, dried fruits, and drinks, Wang Ai and Leo Ni sat in the middle, with Kang Si next to them, while Zhang Guang and Liu Liang sat slightly restrained on both sides.

Wang Ai introduced the teammates to the two of them one by one, supplementing the CCTV commentary, and frowning as Wang Ai frowned. Are all veterans here today? There is no cutting-edge such as Balotelli and Mancini. Of course, it may be that the continuous battle is too tired, and the opponent is too brittle?

The narrator is He Wei. He said that the temperature in Atlanta was only 4 degrees above zero and it was still raining.

"This horrible weather!" Wang Ai shook his head: "The veteran is originally low in excitement. Rain, especially in winter, is a very strong negative effect, which will make the body more difficult to excite. It is cold, it is against nature, and you have to exercise. With passion, how much passion does the veteran have?"

"Not optimistic?" Leoni asked.

"Well, it's hard to win beautiful."

More than a hundred minutes later, Zhang Guang and Liu Liang looked at each other across a few people, and stood up at the same time: "Well, Xiao Wang, we will go back to rest now."

"Oh?" Wang Ai woke up from his thoughts: "Okay, okay, see you tomorrow."

The two said goodbye, Kang Si grabbed Wang Ai's arm: "What's the matter, how could it be so ugly to lose?"

Wang Aichang exclaimed: "I can't tell you the specific situation, but it should be with the veterans who have been fighting for a long time. It is related to a period of collective fatigue. Of course, this ghost weather is also true. And Ibrahimovic still has no explosive power. Once it broke out, he couldn't catch up."

Leonie leaned her chin in one hand: "Will there be civil strife? Inter Milan has this tradition."

"Isn't it? We have all won 17 rounds in a row, what happened to one loss?"

Leoni shook her head: "Massimo is a soft ear, Jose is a hard head, and, if you are not there, will it extend to you? After all, you are taking leave for no reason? The AFC awards ceremony is also It’s a business matter."

Wang Ai shook his head: "Don't blame me, at least the club will never blame me. I attended the AFC awards ceremony to make money for the club. By the way, today's 6 million, and the club's 1.2 million, how can I blame me?"

"José?"

"No." Wang Ai shook his head even more: "He is the kind who does not rely on a few players. If I lose and lose, how ugly is he? He would rather greet me privately and let me go back soon. Admit it with your lips."

"Then you, go back early?"

Wang Ai pondered: "The day after tomorrow is the Italian Cup. It depends on the situation. I can leave the day after tomorrow. There are still 24 hours before the game."

Leoni thought for a while: "It's better to leave tomorrow. Isn't the Italian Cup opponent Roma?"

Wang Ai stood up: "I'll talk about it tomorrow, let's go to bed first."

In the bedroom, Wang Ai pressed Leo Ni to the bed and held her waist severely, "Isn't I reluctant to leave you for one more day? Are you full?"

Leonie shook her **** in response.

It was windy overnight, and there was a strong wind in Beijing the next day, and the weather was suddenly cold. After Wang Ai got up, he wanted to go out for exercise, but when his probe was trembling, he hurried back to the house to find a thick down jacket and dared to go to the front yard for breakfast.

While eating and reading newspapers, Wang Ai, of course, focuses on reading various sports newspapers or sports pages, especially football. In this regard, some domestic media are original, and some are reprinted, and the focus is on reprinting. It’s not easy to find things like Gazzetta dello Sport in China, and the website has no effect. Unless Wang Ai calls his teammates, it’s really not easy to figure out what’s happening in European sports every day.

Halfway through the meal, the milk porridge in Wang Ai's mouth was no longer fragrant, and something happened to Inter Milan.

According to the "true news" that did not indicate the reposting channel, Moratti, who was at the scene of the match that was lost 1:3, or even 1:4, complained: "This is what I have seen before he even went out of the stadium. The worst Inter Milan!"

He has been chairman for 18 years!

The team did very poorly yesterday. There are many veterans, the state is sluggish, the central defender substitution, coupled with Atlanta's unexpected positive style of play, all caught the aging Inter Milan by surprise. Moreover, the Quaresma, which Jose insisted on spending 20 million euros to buy, is gradually marginalized. Moratti, who personally bought Wang Ai, is even more dissatisfied: You look at the person you bought!

Take a look at what I bought! You don't listen to me after all!

Although Wang Ai is sure that Moratti will not lose confidence so quickly, it is difficult to say what Jose, who is already a whirlpool of physical and mental public opinion, will do, and it is also difficult to say whether the players will shake the sky. Crespo, Cruz, Balotelli all have opinions on Jose, even Quaresma.

"Parents, I plan to go back to Europe today."

Wang Bin looked up: "What about the team?"

Seeing his son nod his head, Wang Bin didn't say anything, Ai Xiaoqing wanted to say something, and finally turned into a single sentence: "Put on more clothes."

At ten o'clock in the morning, Wang Ai waved his hands with his parents and Leo Ni at the door of his house, hurriedly covered his hat, sunglasses, and down jacket and got into the car, and rushed to the airport with Yan Zhu, Zhao Dan, and Kang Si.

"Wang Ai, what do you think of yesterday's loss in the game?"

At the airport, a reporter suddenly appeared in front of Wang Ai, who was walking in a hurry. Wang Ai was taken aback and smiled: "Aren't I going back now?"