Lao Gao had to compare the national team strength analysis and opponent strength analysis that were skipped in the report, and the old man who listened kept nodding his head. When Lao Gao finished speaking, Wang Ai added with a grin: "Because seniors like you couldn't think of it, we wanted to find the opportunity to release the air in advance, so as to save the time when the quick-acting heart-relief pills are in short supply."

Nian Weisi pointed at Wang Ai, and patted Wang Ai's head near him: "Your kid is really not big or small, but I like you. I don't treat me like an old man or a waste. It’s just to ridicule me like a peer and a friend. My reputation is too big. When I come to my house, it’s annoying, and it’s better for you."

Wang Ai retracted his head and continued to smile: "Don't you have to look at people? You are an approachable person, so I dare to be presumptuous, don't you? You have to be powerful, and I have to bring diapers."

The old man smiled and waved his hand straight: "No, don't tease me, listening to you is more conscious than listening to Guo Degang. My wife? My wife, bring a few glasses of water."

After the old lady Huang Weihui smiled and brought a few drinks in, and was quickly picked up by Lao Gao and Wang Ai, Nian Weisi said, "These two boys, Xiao Gao can't do it, it's too boring. I still like Xiao Wang. This kid makes people happy, more interesting than playing games."

Mrs. Huang smiled and walked closer: "You really want to fight for the championship next year?"

Lao Gao and Wang Ai nodded together, very seriously.

Mrs. Huang sighed: "The national team entered the World Cup in 2001. Xiao Nie, oh, that’s Nie Weiping. He invited a few people to drink a bottle of old Maotai. It is said that the national leader gave him a bottle of old Maotai. It was Sidu that year. You brought it back from Chishui, how precious are you saying? But ah, the results got better and better, but Moutai was gone. You really want to win the championship next year, not to mention that winning the championship is just a few back and forth with the championship..."

Lao Gao and Wang Ai laughed together, and Mrs. Huang shook her head: "I really have to remind, especially old people like this. They are emotional and like this. They can't let it go. It can be so good and it is really easy to go wrong."

Old Gao nodded: "This is also the reason we are considering making an announcement in advance, so as to give everyone a buffer. In fact, winning the championship doesn't mean anything. It can only be said that we have caught up with this wave of good seedlings. The next edition will say no. Okay. As you know, the handsome young man, our youth competitions in recent years have not been very smooth."

The handsome Nian nodded: "Yes, when I think of this, the excitement fades a lot. Xiao Wanger, what do you think?"

"Catch up with our group of people and have won several championships, even the most heavyweight can't represent anything. In the final analysis, Chinese football has not become stronger as a whole, just like women's football, after winning the World Cup runner-up once and then it will be long-term. Downturn. From the perspective of the fundamental purpose of football, which is to bring happiness to the people, it is still far from accomplishing the goal."

What Wang Ai said made the head coach Nian nod frequently and pointed at Wang Ai and said to his wife: "That's why I like this kid. Although he is the best football player, his perspective is never just in the field of football."

Mrs. Huang walked up to Wang Ai and sat down, and took Wang Ai's hand: "Go on, Xiao Wanger."

Wang Ai smiled and looked at several people in the room: "If Chinese football wants to be strong, it is the old saying that everything starts with a baby. But it cannot be as simple and rude as it used to be, nor can it rely on the past system, but the people There is a desire to appreciate football, and the country has the need to let the people participate in physical exercise, so work is still to be done. We hope that our group of people can realize the century-old football dream, um, the highest dream. Then, all of us Starting from the beginning, the sport of football can truly and effectively serve the people."

After listening to this, the handsome Nian groaned for a moment and suddenly said: "Little Wanger, I shouldn't mention this matter, but since you have said this, since you hope that football can better serve the country and the people, then I I took the liberty."

Wang Ailian shook his head and waved his hands: "Which one of our fathers are worse? Just say."

Lao Gao was chatting happily at this time, and made up the knife: "Then you have to listen."

Wang Ai struck her neck: "Just listen to me."

Old Gao pointed to Wang Ai and said to the old man: "Look, what kind of child is this? When you took my master, how could it be like this when my master took me? I was so bad when I took him."

Elderly head Hahale: "Of course, the young people of the new era must have the characteristics of the new era, and we also said that our country is developing too fast. The two generations of Genbao and I have little difference in life. To you The time has changed a lot. For example, when I took Genbao, I never asked him not to watch TV. No way, there was none at home at that time, how about you?"

Lao Gao also laughed: "No less scolded for this."

The handsome Nian looked at Wang Ai: "What I want to tell you is that you, as the one with the best performance and the most comprehensive ability in Chinese football, are still shooting, dribbling, breaking, coping, and even running without the ball. The best header technique, um, the best in the world, have you ever thought about giving your technique to more people? I’m not talking about your teammates, I’m from Genbao in whatever situation inside you. I heard about it there, I mainly mean your juniors?"

"My junior?" Wang Ai said suspiciously: "I'm only 23."

Seeing the old man's face, Wang Ai hurriedly smiled: "I understand what you mean. I intend to train more young kings so that Chinese football can be inherited in an orderly manner, and we can have good results after our group."

The old man turned angrily and delighted: "Yes, that's what it means. Do you have any thoughts on this? You don't intend to keep it secret, right? I know about you and the Youth Foundation."

"Strictly speaking, I didn't intend to keep it secret." Wang Ai shook his head and looked solemnly: "But there are also practical difficulties. For example, some of my training methods and training attitudes can’t be kept secret even if I want to keep them secret. I am in the national team and the national team. The Olympic team, the National Youth Team, and the National Youth Team all come here like this. There are hundreds of teammates in front and back. There are more who train with me and watch me training. So I have not kept secrets in this regard. There is no need to keep it secret."

The old man nodded, and Wang Ai continued: "But for some of my technical secrets, such as the way the stone ball is used, my unique technical secret, I don’t intend to spread it out. It’s not that I’m afraid that others will do it, or even better. I concealed me more brilliantly. I was not for this reputation. Rather, my reputation already belongs not only to myself, but also to the country. It belongs to those children in the mountains who are looking forward to good classrooms, good textbooks and even lunches. Thousands of poor families."

The atmosphere in the room became heavy, and Wang Ai concluded: "I don't know if others will, or whether they will do like me."