"The Confederations Cup is not well-known, but it's actually not easy." The leader Liu Chunming spoke again, but instead of standing up this time, he sat in the crowd: "The World Cup champion plus a host, and then Europe, Asia, Africa, and Oceania. , South and North America six intercontinental champions. Although they are all regarded as warm-up matches for the World Cup, it is harder to qualify for the World Cup. As far as China is concerned, we have won the Asian Cup twice so far. Next time we may The World Cup can still qualify, but it may not necessarily be the first in Asia."

Liu Chunming's remarks awakened everyone, everyone discussed it, and they actually "threw" Wang Ai on the stage and no one took care of him. Wang Ai was unhappy, and directly named: "Dong Fangzhuo, haven't you renewed the agreement with Manchester United? As one of the five major leagues..."

"Boss, I have been loaned to Belgium again."

Wang Ai glared: "I know, but this time it's a match, not a match. Your salary is still Manchester United's money, you're still from Manchester United!"

"Hey." Dong Fangzhuo scratched his scalp: "I know what you want me to say, boss, anyway, I am big face, I am stupid and I am not afraid to lose face, don't you want the Confederations Cup champion? I want too!"

Speaking of this, Dong Fangzhuo was suddenly excited, stood up and patted his chest: "I said, what can you do to me? Are you hitting me?"

Dong Fangzhuo’s trouble made the goal that was supposed to make everyone take a breath of air "relaxed". Wang Ai actually stepped off the stage and gave Dong Fangzhuo two punches, watching him clutching his chest as if being shot.” "Foam at the mouth" the donkey's head fell into Zhao Xuri's arms wrongly...

"I am 24 this year, the older of you is 26, and the younger is 22, 23. Oh, don't be happy, Brother Li. I mean we are a group of 84 young people and 86 young people."

In the laughter of Li Weifeng, Sun Jihai, Zhang Yonghai, Bai Guanghai, Zheng Zhi, Luo Tongliang, Zong Lei and other over-aged players, Wang Ai said with emotion: "This group of brothers and I had exactly 10 years of struggle last year. From the 1998 Asian Juniors trials to last year’s Beijing Olympics. Although we started early and we seem to be very young, our career is short and ten years is a cruel number. You big brothers fast After retiring, how many more years can our group have?"

"I still remember the days when I was in the Olympic Sports Center eleven years ago. At that time, the sky was very blue, the clouds were very white, and the days were turbulent. I still had time to take them to the Aquatic Center to see the little girl." Wang Ai's ridicule echoed in it, and a little sadness of the passage of time was vaguely brought: "But what? Everyone has grown up after all. Although none of our people have been married yet, it has only been two years. Family. What about karma?"

Sun Jihai shook his head: "Little Wanger, you guys, it's okay. Almost all of our Chinese football championships are won by you."

Wang Ai nodded: "Yes, but not enough."

Wang Ai looked at these old players this time and said: "Chinese football has no end. It is passed on from generation to generation. This time it can’t be done next time. But what about us football players? We only have one life. If we miss it, we will miss it forever. For example, in this Confederations Cup, you can participate in the 7 people present here. What about others? What about us? How can we make exceptions?"

Old Gao's throat throbbed and said, "...ah!"

Everyone looked at Lao Gao, who shook his head, not wanting to say anything except a sigh.

"Gao Gui is a middle-aged person. It is really embarrassing for him to hold back the same momentum as our young people. But he can't drop us the chain, right?" Wang Ai laughed and patted his chest lightly. : "The situation in the world is out of my generation, and the years are reminded as soon as I enter the world."

With a word, the people all over the room seemed to smell the **** smell, and all of a sudden, they were refreshed.

"If Gao Gui is willing or not, he has to take us upwards. Now, the key lies in us, the engine in our chest, what horsepower is willing to drive." Wang Ai stretched out his hand and turned his wrist to the sky. "The good things are right there, within reach. Compared to our 25-year-old age, the next World Cup will be close to the age of retirement. We have no reason to be afraid, no reason to feel inferior, no reason to hesitate. My Wang Ai said today. Big words, I have two big prizes in my hand, a stack of records in my hand, and my Olympic champion in my hand. I must touch the Hercules Cup. If you want, I will take you. If you don’t want to, I’ll change it. A group of people, we Chinese football is not incapable of adopting a naturalization policy. Believe me, those who are willing to join me in the World Cup, dare to let me go to get the Hercules Cup, the level is not bad, there are all!"

Speaking of this, Wang Ai looked at the stage with a serious expression and knocked on the table: "You guys, are you willing?"

Zhou Haibin, who has been unsmiling in the crowd, stood up slowly by the table: "Boss, it's boring to ask you that. We have been following you since we were young. We will do what you say, and what do you say we do. Whatever it is. Today, we have won all the championships our age can win like you. Next step, if you don’t win the World Cup, what else? I’m not big, I’m only 25. I don’t want to lie down every day. Now, I think I can fight for a few more years. So, I am willing."

After finishing talking, Zhou Haibin was a little startled, and patted the table again, with a loud voice, and roared, "I do!"

A roar, alarmed other people, clapping the table everywhere, "Yes!" "Who doesn't want anyone fool!" "Boss, I do!"

Li Bing sat on one side, watching the scene of the surging sky, listening to the sound of crackling the table, feeling infinitely in his heart, they did not have such a passionate appearance back then. The World Cup champion, if not for a trip to Milan, and Xiao Wang for half a month, he personally said this goal, who would dare to think about it? Ten years ago, Chinese football couldn't even play in the World Cup. After only two years, dare you to think of the World Cup champion?

While thinking about it, Fan Zhiyi touched his shoulder, pointed to his chest, and leaned closer in a low voice: "The demon of the heart."

Li Bing understood in an instant. If he didn't even dare to say it, he would inevitably shrink his hands and lack preparation when it comes to the truly crucial game. It is inevitable that he would be nervous and unable to perform to a normal level. Xiao Wanger today is to help everyone get rid of the demons. I dare to think about it.

Only in this way, the next arrangements of the national team coaching staff can come in handy and play the best role.

At this time, Lao Gao finally stood up and stepped onto the stage: "The next wave of Chinese football can meet you like you. I don't know when, the next time I will meet you at the level of Captain Wang, I don't know when. I don't want to miss it. So, I will leave homework for you this year. Go back and think about what you can do for this goal."