When Wang Ai Liu arrived at the base, he unexpectedly heard that Zanetti was also there. Wang Ai went to the gym, the captain was shirtless, with a towel hung, and sweating.

"Aren't you taking turns the day after tomorrow?"

"It's okay to be idle." Zanetti smiled: "What about you? Yesterday's game should be closed today."

"Training is also a rest."

"better?"

"It's okay, by the way, is there anyone else here?"

"Let's go to the locker room and have a look, the acquired ones should be there."

As the two were talking, a black boy strolled up in the corridor outside the gym. He glanced at the probe and turned around to leave. Zanetti hurriedly yelled, "Mario, come back."

"What's the matter, Pupi?" The black boy strolled in.

Zanetti put down the dumbbells, sitting on the stool and beckoned: "Mario, you haven't met Wang yet, have you?"

The black boy turned to look at Wang Ai, with a silly expression on his serious expression, for a long time: "...oh! I saw you on TV!"

"Wang, last year's Golden Globe winner, joined us in the winter and now has three goals." Zanetti solemnly introduced two sentences and added: "Chinese."

The black boy excitedly held Wang Ai's outstretched hand: "If I win the Golden Boy Award, can you give me an award?"

Wang Ai opened his eyes, and Zanetti touched his forehead. What is this all about?

"If the organizer invites me, I think I will." Wang Ai said with a smile.

"Okay Mario." Zanetti grabbed the black boy's hand, pointed at him and said to Wang Ai: "Mario Balotelli, now the top scorer of our youth team, just 17 years old this year."

Only then did Wang Ai seriously look at the famous football hippie in front of him. He said he was a black boy. In fact, he was about the same height as Wang Ai, and his hairstyle was still full of short curly hair, full of youth.

"Is there him the day after tomorrow?"

"Not for the time being, but it is estimated to be soon." Zanetti said; "We have a lot of games and pressure. An outstanding young man like him will definitely come to the first team as soon as possible."

Speaking of this, Zanetti seriously said to Wang Ai: "This is a very outstanding young man. You may fight together for a long time."

"Okay." Wang Ai nodded and shook hands with Balotelli again: "Hello Mario, I am Wang Ai. I have played in Germany, Spain and England. I just came here and now wear the number 10 jersey. , The position on the field is the midfielder. If there is a chance to play with you, I hope we can cooperate well."

Balotelli strained his neck to listen to Wang Ai's big set, and nodded frequently: "Go now?"

"What?" Wang Ai was blank, wasn't the recent game the day after tomorrow?

"He means, now I want to play a training match with you." Zanetti had to act as an interpreter.

Wang Ai looked at Balotelli and instinctively wanted to refuse. Whose first-team star would play with the youth team? To put it ugly, the value is different, what should I do if I was shoveled by the youth team? Even the club does not support this kind of exchange.

But the desire in the black boy's eyes made Wang Ai shaken for a while, not to mention his talent and what will happen in the future. Wang Ai himself is not a person who puts on airs, otherwise he would not go to the civilian stadium for half the year before. Months.

"Half an hour." Wang Ai looked at Balotelli: "I still have training."

Balotelli pulled Wang Ai and was about to run out, but Zanetti grabbed him and said to him very seriously: "Mario, the king has a game. He is playing with you. You have to control it. Myself."

The black boy grinned, "I know."

Zanetti was speechless, and didn't know if the kid knew it or not, but there was no contradiction between the two, and Balotelli obviously regarded Wang Ai as an idol, so he let go.

After changing his equipment, Wang Ai was taken to the training ground of the youth team by the obviously happy Balotelli, and pretended to introduce it to his friends. In fact, Wang Ai can see from the eyes of the youth team members. He came out without knowing or forgetting, only Balotelli himself.

Wang Ai, who strode around the training ground for ten minutes, finished the warm-up. With the yellow vest and the youth team's substitutes, assistant coach Mikhailovich took the spoon and blew, making noise. The noisy game began.

At the beginning of the game, Wang Ai realized that it made sense not to let them participate in the youth team game. Almost every defensive player stared at him, and there were people around him, most of whom were Mario. Wang Ai was not familiar with the youth team or the bench. They were also not familiar with Wang Ai, so they couldn't talk about any cooperation, and with the black boy by his side, Wang Ai had no choice but to run away.

After ten minutes of playing, the main team entered one, and the running-in of the substitute team gradually matured. In particular, the main team's defensive players gradually adapted to the existence of Wang Ai. After the audience is no longer chasing and blocking, this gives Wang Ai's tactical space. Yes. So, after a long teleport from the backcourt, Wang Aimeng chased up, and Balotelli pursued and intercepted with wide eyes.

At this moment, he forgot Zanetti's explanation.

The football fell in front of the two, Wang Ai is also very serious, after all, the two are only three years behind. Wang Ai, who was the first to control the football, faced Balotelli's collision, resisted twice and slammed back, similar to Cruyff's turn.

The young Balotelli was very agile and immediately regained his weight and blocked it. Wang Ai pulled the ball back from between the two with his right foot, knocked his heel in, and the football moved from behind Wang Ai's left leg to the other side. .

This time, the black boy couldn't adjust. After Wang Aimo passed, he turned from the other side and grabbed Wang Ai's arm. After being dragged a few steps by Wang Ai, he banged on the turf. Wang Ai, who was dribbling the ball inwardly, glanced back. He didn't lie down, nor got up. Instead, he sat on the turf strangely and took something from his trouser pocket.

Wang Ai estimated it, OK, this distance can't be reached by darts!

Thinking of this, he glanced at the goal casually and kicked it casually. The ball is not fast and it falls straight into the far corner of the door.

Zanetti, Cambiasso, and Materazzi who watched the lively sidelines whistled together, and even Miha, who was the referee, blew the whistle happily.

The beautiful goal is naturally refreshing.

After celebrating with his temporary teammates, Wang Ai walked to Balotelli, while the black boy was still sitting on the ground, his head down, fiddling with something.

"Mario?" Teammates also gathered around.

The black boy opened his hands and everyone was shocked: "Why are you still carrying an Apple phone?"

The torn apart cell phone was pitifully slumped in the palm of the black boy. The black boy cried and said, "Forget it."