At the dinner, many old leaders and coaches came, of course, the main one was Gao Hongbo, followed by Wang Ai. After all, Wang Ai has won too many major awards. It is almost impossible to invite people so well, and the best coach of 50 years won by Lao Gao is... much more eye-catching.

Fortunately, Lao Gao also has an "protective umbrella." Xu Genbao, who came from Shanghai to watch the excitement, pointed at the wine table: "What are you doing? What are you doing? I don't have a teacher to bully my apprentice? He brought it well because I taught well. !"

"Dangdang!" The handsome Nian next to Xu Genbao tapped the ground with his cane, smiling: "I think Xiao Xu is right."

"Haha." Wang Ai, who was opposite to Marshal Nian, smiled directly after hearing the sound.

Wang Ai's laughter was equivalent to an annotation to the "Internet age humor" of Marshal Nian, and everyone suddenly burst into laughter.

Halfway through the dinner, Liu Chunming waved to Wang Ai, and Wang Ai strolled over and sat down: "What instructions does the leader have?"

Liu Chunming wiped his hands and took out a few documents from his carrying bag to Wang Ai: "The draft, you go back and look at it. If there is no major problem, it will be promulgated when your winter camps are over."

"Why do you have to end the winter camp?" Wang Ai muttered and took the file, then flipped through his hands and was startled: "Such a big move?"

Lao Liu was holding vegetables, drinking wine, without raising his head: "Do you dare not listen to the order given to me by the Asian king? I took it out only half a year ago, so I am ashamed of you."

Wang Ai ignored Lao Liu’s yin and yang, but exclaimed, “It’s so courageous, eh, is this part of the reform of the Football Association? In fact, I think it’s necessary to do this sooner or later, superiors. The leaders have high hopes for football reform."

"How do you say?" Old Liu raised his head and drank a glass of wine.

"Economic reform has Shenzhen, and sports reform has football." Wang Ai said without shame: "They are all experimental fields, and they all undertake the functions of exploration and exploration. Therefore, the professional reform starts with football, and the next step of reform also starts with football. It’s not right if you don’t leave, it’s right if you leave."

Lao Liu put down the cup in his left hand and the chopsticks in his right hand, and thought for a while: "That said, you are following the trend of history."

As soon as Lao Liu got excited, the Tianjin dialect came out.

Wang Ai hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, how can I have such a foresight? But you said, is the advice I gave you right? The basic standards for the selection of national teams at all levels are announced. Can it reduce the shady here? Yes. To improve the credibility of national brands at all levels? Especially our football? With such a big impact and high attention, or at the forefront of reform, there is a leak inside and out. What's wrong with increasing credibility? Besides, this selection standard is only an entry standard. There are enough players who can play in professional leagues. Our standard is not high, and we also give the coaching staff full freedom in the future. This is equivalent to welding a power grid under the national team to ensure that all those who can come in in the future are not bad. What's bad? In fact, isn't this equivalent to the "Anti-Secession Law"?"

Old Liu called Wang Ai and said, nodding frequently.

"Also, this is equivalent to setting a benchmark for the national youth training, so that the bottom of the football youth can have a basis, so as not to choose the wrong direction and wasted years. What's wrong with this? This is equivalent to saving the country. Human resources and resources, this is a great achievement.” Wang Ai said with emotion: “In the future, not only will the selection of young people be more efficient, but there will also be a side effect, that is, in the future, if the national brand is not good enough, the people can be lighter when they scold their mothers. For example. It was said that 1.3 billion people could not choose 11 people. At that time, even if the Football Association was not able to scold it clearly, it could encourage some reporters to squirt back. You all said that we could not choose, as if there was a legacy from the sea, even You are like it yourself, then you can check the selection table to see if you are enough? Or who do you find enough? Look, it’s a lot of trouble."

Old Liu groaned and didn’t know what to think about, so he heard Wang Ai still muttering: “Actually, I don’t believe there are any masters of hermits. Turning the bottom up, you really want to have the legendary people who are flying high, flying over the land, and capable of carrying the power. They have long been sent to the national team. So I really can't beat it, that is, there really is no such person in China."

Old Liu thought about the matter as usual, and Fan Zhiyi, who was diagonally across from the table, took the conversation: "That's not right, I have really met an expert. That year, I was introduced by a friend and saw a monk floating in the air with my own eyes. Sit cross-legged."

Wang Ai didn't even think about it: "Fake."

"Really." Lao Fan waved his hand: "It's just hanging, I even touched his butt. There is nothing, it's not transparent or blocked by a black cloth."

"He is using a stick?" Zhu Guanghu suddenly interjected.

Fan Zhiyi nodded fiercely: "It is said that it is the magic weapon he carries with him. But his center of gravity is not on the stick, that's it."

As Fan Zhiyi said, he stretched his right arm to hold the stick, "Just like this, it's quite far away from the body. It's just like a stick, and it can't be held under the body. How good is the balance? Not to mention it. Far away does not conform to the rules of physics at all."

Watching the heated discussion between Lao Fan and others, Wang Ai looked around at the cafeteria of the Football Association, and suddenly slapped him: "Isn't it just aerospace technique? I will show you one!"

"Really?" Ma Dong roared, "All the leaders are here today. If you dare to fool everyone, you can't get out here."

"Also!" Wang Ai stood up and waved, then turned to see Lao Gao's son: "My nephew, come here."

Lao Gao's son stubbornly came over and called Uncle Wang. Wang Ai looked like a happy child's head: "Come on, come with me, and those Ma Dong, Lao Chen, Li Jun, come here."

Wang Ai led a few people to a display stand on the wall of the canteen. This was set up after Wang Ai won the Golden Globe Award and the World Footballer of the World. It was used to display imitations of the Golden Globes and World Footballer's trophies. Wang Ai asked his nephew to stand here, and asked Li Jun and Chen Yang to go to the canteen, and the kitchen borrowed a large piece of bulge to block it.

It was heard that Wang Ai was going to perform aerobics. The leaders and coaches who were drinking to his head all watched them. Wang Ai smiled and said, "Today, our men are the first to go to the capital. Second, if you have money, you can help a money market, and if you don’t have money, you can help a personal one!"

After talking, he twisted and walked into the big Burri. After a few minutes, everyone saw Lao Gao’s son wearing Wang Ai’s Inter jacket, holding an iron rod far away, and crossing his legs upright. In the air.

There was a sound of air-conditioning in the cafeteria.