Reborn on Top of Football

v5 Chapter 516: Watch the tide (6)

Their close conversation was ended by a burst of high-decibel shouts from the fans. There was chaos in the goal area of ​​Inter Milan in the first half. Although they heard the sharp shouts of the young woman beside them, they also knew that she did not wear a telescope. She didn't know how to get in, so she liked to yell with everyone like this.

Fortunately, there was a replay on the sidelines, which finally became clear this time.

Little Mancini attacked from the right, Sneijder went to respond, Wang Ai's position was biased towards the middle, and Inter's entire attack system was biased towards the right. Little Mancini attacked near the bottom line of the frontcourt and used a beautiful escape to send a good ball in the middle. Unfortunately, Balotelli, who was in response, slowed down by a beat. The ball was not well controlled and was blocked by his opponent with his calf. Out of the penalty area.

At this moment, Wang Ai moved here and saw Balotelli's unwilling face, so he sent it to the feet of the black boy again. The black boy learned his lesson. This time he was very cautious, guarding the ball firmly, and finished carefully. Turned around, and found that the two central defenders were standing...

As a **** center, dribbling, especially in-situ dribbling, is not what Black Boy is good at. After making a few awkward moves, he was tackled by the opponent's midfielder. But Balotelli struggled a bit after all, and as a result, the ball was not sent according to the opponent's midfield goal, but once again sent to Wang Ai's feet.

At this time, Wang Ai had returned to the left side of the penalty area. Simply this time, Wang Ai gave a high ball and made the black boy jump up to fight. His body is still very tough. Sure enough, the black boy had reached the first point, and he was all on the top of his head. No one could not get it, but he still couldn't control it under the push of the opponent, and he even touched the opponent on the top of his head. He was already wronged in his heart. It didn't work, I didn't have the mind to do any more actions, so I simply kicked it back to Wang Ai.

Wang Ai was in a daze when the ball came, so I can’t send it out, right? Ok!

So, taking advantage of Balotelli's squatted effort to squat down the opponent, Wang Ai dribbled the ball and kicked it decisively. The football accurately penetrated the Lyon team's defense line and hit the goal post against the goal post.

Hearing the explosive cheers, the black boy raised his head: "In?"

Wang Ai nodded and pulled up the black boy: "Yes, your assist!"

"Really?" The black boy suddenly became happy, his head no longer hurts, and the grievance just now disappeared.

"You know, when Wang first came, I didn't support him very much." The Latin girl who was with the Chinese girl in the high stands said cheerfully: "At that time we were all kings, oh Adriano's fans Although we all know that he is a drunkard, his shots are very powerful and characteristic. We are all attracted by his power that is different from ordinary South American players, just like we noticed Batistuta back then. ."

The Chinese girl is still a little struggling to listen to her English. She speaks quickly and in a hurry, so she can only dryly wait for her to finish: "But Gabriel was already too old when he came. Although he is still brave like a lion, she is already He can't run anymore, but Ad is different. He is really a charming man. Ah, I have always dreamed of him for a while!"

The Chinese girl finally understood, especially her idiotic expression, and she blew a whistle to cooperate.

"So you know?" The young woman pointed to Wang Ai who was talking to Mancini on the court waiting to re-start the ball: "He is a PhD, and I'm just a high school student, and my teacher is just an undergraduate. You know? He Without intimacy in our hearts, we cannot imagine that a university professor will become our idol on the court!"

"But he is really amazing!" The Latin girl held her hands on her chest and shook her head: "He let me find the feeling of a **** in the world. He is arrogant, powerful, and a little distanced even if he likes to joke. , I never became the lover of my dreams, but the one I always miss at work."

"Idol?" A simple word popped out among the Chinese girl.

"It's not like it. It's not like the idols of football stars." The Latin girl hesitated and shook her head: "Idols are the kind that you instinctively want to have **** with, but he is not, although he only needs to treat me Hook my finger and I will burn right away, but he didn't, there is no such possibility. He is quite pure, he is on the court, um, faith, our God."

"That's right!" The Latin girl pulled out her mobile phone and searched for a photo: "Look at this? Many of us are spreading it, saying that the moment he lifted a pair of golden boots at the club gate the year before, many of us were It seems to have seen an angel."

Several girls stretched out their heads around her mobile phone. In the picture, Wang Ai's tall figure appeared on the steps in front of the crowd, and appeared between the two closed doors. His back was deep, his The front is bright. He raised his hands, with a golden "treasure" in one hand, facing the sun shining from the sky, the brilliance is dazzling.

"Like?" The Latin girl put away her phone again: "Massimo used a lot of effort and great sincerity to invite him. From the 0304 season to the 0708 season, four years...our chairman Our knight, our chairman, finally invited us an incredible person."

Seeing that the Latin girls are so fanatical, several Chinese girls are a little unacceptable, one of them boldly asked: "Why do we Chinese have no such feeling? His status in China is very, um, should be very high, but we There is no such feeling."

"You have no faith." The Latin girl finished speaking, looked at a few Chinese girls, and shrugged: "Well, you are atheists. You don't believe in miracles, you only believe in human efforts. But this cannot explain him. He is the only one in the world who can do it, and he can’t explain his two goals per game. This is something that even aliens can’t do. You have chosen to use diligence to explain, and we are more willing to explain it. Credit to the gods."

"However, he should also be an atheist." A girl defended unconvincingly.

"For God..." The Latin girl thought for a while and suddenly laughed: "There is no God in the world, and God's destiny is in his own control, so God can be an atheist."

Several Chinese girls stared at each other with their mouths open: Can you explain this way?

But it sounds so reasonable!

Being in a daze, the noise around him once again turned out that Wang Ai was tripped in the assault and got a free kick in the front court.

And he is giving way to the team's current penalty shooter Sneijder Qian, and Sneijder and the fans are in the same direction: we want to see your miracle of four goals in a single game in the Champions League!

Come on, my god!