There are two big drinkers in the national team, one is Mao Jianqing and the other is Yan Song. This is the reason why these two talented players have fallen quickly. But ever since I met Wang Ai, especially after seeing Wang Ai's reckless search for the bedroom and throwing away Mao Jianqing's wine bottles, Yan Song didn't dare to drink silently.

How many opponents Wang Ai made on the court shivered, and how many teammates were ordered on the court with a guilty conscience.

He does not drink, smoke, prostitute, fight, or even go to restaurants or bars. When an outstanding leader appears in the crowd, everyone's attention will be attracted by him. The more successful he is, the easier it is for others to imitate and follow him.

Without Wang Ai, Mao Jianqing and Yan Song are the "ceilings" of Chinese football in their respective fields. No one can learn or imitate, and they will indulge themselves. But when Wang Ai appeared and turned them into a "second line", they couldn't relax anymore. After joining the team of the 85 National Youth Heroes, both mentality and habit went through a process of eliminating the waste.

Otherwise, 85 National Youth League will not take you to play!

After Wang Ai got through the dimensional wall of the Chinese League and the five major leagues, the ascent channels for all Chinese players were unprecedentedly wide. Except for the fact that some individuals do not seek improvement, or for personal reasons, the progress of Chinese football has accelerated.

"Okay, the meeting is over. Everyone, go back and have a good rest. Tomorrow afternoon we will have a touch with the strongest on earth."

Seeing Lao Gao announced the end of the meeting, everyone stood up, and Wang Ai exhaled heavily through his nose, and couldn't help but look around as the people walked out. In the external evaluation, this is of course Gao Hongbo’s team, but in Wang Ai’s view, this is also his team. It is he who has accompanied these people to grow up. It is he who has continued to persevere because of them on countless tired nights. It is him. Pick and choose to send these people to Europe to receive training, he led the team through countless goals and finally killed in Durban, in front of the Spanish team.

While thinking about it, the old man shouted loudly behind him: "Wang Ai, wait a minute."

Everyone was gone, Lao Gao didn't rush to speak, opened the window of the conference room, stood at the downwind vent and lit a cigarette: "Looking at you for not keeping your house these days, why? Regret?"

Wang Ai shook his head: "How can it be like this."

Lao Gao nodded silently, took a deep breath, then vomited out of the window, and then turned his head: "But don't forget, I am the head coach of this national team. If the goal is not achieved, I have to bear the responsibility. Back, it’s not your turn. Your brother-in-law can still carry this little shoulder."

Wang Ai smiled, and Lao Gao also smiled and shook his head: "Okay, don't think about it, you don't need to think about it when it comes to the end, just do it, you will be on the court in less than 20 hours. When you come, the leader is not an account. Already? Just give it a go, I feel that you are thinking too much now, which may depress your presence on the spot."

Wang Ai frowned: "It's really a bit."

"Should you go to Leo Ni?"

Wang Ai rolled his eyes, turned around and left. Lao Gao, too, was all right, and even made fun of him with this.

The next morning, the wind was beautiful, and everyone drove to the middle school autumn for the last tactical drill. The main force was the starter in the afternoon, and the substitute tried their best to play the technical characteristics of the Spanish team. Lao Gao commanded the main team, and Li Bing commanded the substitute team. It was a joy to fight.

On the sidelines, Yan Shiduo and Zhang Jilong stood side by side.

Zhang Jilong looked at it for a while and commented: "Don't tell me, Li Bing looks alike."

"It's true." Yan Shiduo said calmly: "They are very similar to Spain. Do you think about their style of playing in the World Junior Championships and World Youth Championships?"

Zhang Jilong had a meeting and nodded: "Yes, they were really aggressive at that time."

"Yes." Yan Shiduo also said with emotion: "At that time, I hoped that they could grow up well and just keep it. Unexpectedly, the Spanish team played 2:4 in the Confederations Cup last year. Forcing them to grow up for the second time, it turned out to be more relaxed, a bit of an old national team."

Seeing Zhang Jilong frowning silently, Yan Shiduo smiled and said: "Don't worry, they are forced by Spain. This is specifically for restraining Spain. Except for Xiao Wanger, they are all worse than Spain. , If you play the same way as Spain, you won’t be able to beat others. In other words, it’s a good deal at best. But if you change to other opponents, they will still be able to do the same."

"You mean, their set is to completely defeat Spain and don't give their opponents any chance?"

"Yeah." Yan Shiduo nodded calmly: "Only in this way can we say that winning the World Cup is not bragging."

"This is more ambitious than what they told the outside world."

Yan Shiduo laughed and said, "Are you afraid that the outside world will not be able to accept it for the time being? Can't we say that we must defeat Spain steadily. After all, no one in the world dares to say that. Although there are not a few such plans, our past results have been too poor. There is still a gap in the hearts of fans, society and leaders. Otherwise, we should not have any doubts based on our hard power."

Zhang Jilong straightened his chest and looked at the sweaty players on the green turf with his back hands: "It will be better in the future, and it will be better in the future, and there will be more and better in the future."

Yan Shiduo looked at this colleague who has been engaged in international diplomacy for a long time with interest, and said with deep meaning: "The world should adapt to China's existence, adapt to China's strength...Let them start with football."

At 3:30 in the afternoon, the Durban Stadium fans were still entering the stadium, and the reporters in the stands were still adjusting their equipment. The Chinese and Spanish teams had entered the stadium in a low-key manner and started warming up. The Chinese team was on the right side of the main stand, Spain. on the left. According to the arrangement of the organizing committee, this is considered the "home" of the Spanish team, so they are wearing dark red home jerseys, while the Chinese team is wearing ivory white away jerseys.

At 3:45, the two sides collected the ball and returned to their respective locker rooms along the player channel, waiting for the game to officially start. The players on both sides did not say hello at this time, even if it was Wang Ai, Chen Tao and Torres who played against each other many times.

The Spanish team is also somewhat nervous. They may not have any feelings for the "Chinese team", but they have no feelings for "Wang Ai" either. That is to lie to themselves.

A few minutes later, officials from the organizing committee knocked on the door in the visiting team's locker room. For the last time, everyone who was fully equipped stood up silently. Fan Zhiyi suddenly smiled and said, "Captain Wang, don't you say something?"

Wang Ai turned his head, looked at the eyes that were staring at him, and suddenly smiled. Then, smiles flowed from these eyes.

"In the past, you believed in me." Wang Ai said hehe: "Now, I believe in you."