"How do you feel about winning the Champions League for the seventh time?"

In the process of leaving the noisy stadium and walking to the locker room, the reporter still did not spare Manchester City, and even the team doctor was interviewed. The only person in history with seven Champions League championships is of course the key target. He has never broken anyone since Wang Ai just now, causing his teammates who wanted to come over to celebrate with him to run away.

"Blue and white stripes, sea blue, blue and black stripes, dark red, light blue, which one do you like best?" Seeing Wang Ai pondering, the reporter asked in a different way.

At this question, Wang Ai was even more silent, and took a few steps before answering: "I like it all."

"Then, as the champion of the Champions League in multiple senses, can you explain why you can win so many times? Messi and Ronaldo, who are also superstars with you, only have one each." The reporter ignored the coveted security guards this time. He reached out his hand to block Wang Ai's way.

Wang Ai stopped helplessly: "Just this question, I'm going to rest after answering the answer, and the award ceremony will start soon, okay?"

The reporter was staring at Wang Ai, eager to squeeze out the oil.

While thinking about it, Wang Ai gestured to the security guard with his eyes, and said: "After the football reform, the offense is more favorable, and attacking players like me can play more fully. If Basten is in today's era, his goals will be more than enough. Doubled. So this is the factor of the times, in this game environment that advocates more attack and is more friendly to ordinary fans, there will be various record-breaking appearances.”

As soon as I said this, Wang Ai's eyes were activated, the security guard inserted forcefully between the two, and Wang Ai rubbed the security guard's back and walked away. And the reporter who didn't expect the key answer was anxious, until Wang Ai walked to the door of the locker room and shouted from behind, Wang Ai turned back and shouted with a smile: "I'm lucky, I can always meet the championship team!"

The reporter heard the sound thoughtfully, and the Manchester City staff and teammates next to him applauded.

When Wang Ai entered the noisy locker room and had a party with everyone, the reporter turned to face the camera: "Wang's words reminded me that maybe he is really just very lucky? Why is the new team immediately after he arrived in the new team? At his peak? Is there any other reason besides his own contribution on the pitch? Is it because he was guided by something when he decided to transfer and choose a club?"

Benefiting from Wang Ai, the sports channel is now more familiar with the front and behind the scenes of the Champions League final than before. At this time, He Wei was standing in the crowd of people doing a live broadcast with Lin Long. Manchester City's security guards also specially isolated a small area for the two to express their goodwill to Wang Ai's fellow villagers...if they knew that Wang Ai's "compatriots" had 1.4 billion.

"Now Wang Ai has entered the locker room. After a short break, he will change into dry clothes with the whole team to attend the award ceremony. This is the seventh time that our CCTV will broadcast the UEFA Champions League award ceremony live for you. If you are a veteran A fan, a fan who has been watching football regularly since eleven years ago, then I congratulate you, you will witness the birth of the individual seven-time champion." He Wei's face was full of smiles: "Maybe Zheng Xiao Wanger just joked. Yes, everyone can make a wish, although there will be no dragons, it is still a miracle."

Moments later, Manchester City reappeared and took the lead in lining up on the lawn to welcome Real Madrid. Ronaldo appeared with a stinky face, walked onto the podium with other expressionless teammates, and hurried away with a silver medal around their necks, just like the Madrid people who left in the stands.

The atmosphere at the Stadium of Light was even more lively. Wang Ai was in the middle of the queue, chatting and laughing with Negredo from time to time, slowly ascending the high ladder in the camera of reporters, and walking towards the general with messy hair and smiling faces. Latini.

In a trance, many people seem to see a high mountain. In the subsequent group photo, toasting, and celebrating with the fans, Wang Ai was not the most conspicuous and the most active, and the usually relaxed and happy talents such as Aguero were the focus. But no matter how bland Wang Ai is, there are some people and cameras that are firmly locked on him.

For example, Real Madrid President Florentino Florentino, who was high in the stands, was slapped down by a slap before the second phase of the Galaxy, which was built with huge amounts of money, took off. What Wang Ai won is not only a little bonus, but also a very important reputation for the club!

Giants need prestige to deepen their history, so as to obtain a steady stream of business income and manpower inflow. This is a completely different development model from the broadcast revenue that small and medium-sized teams rely on the community, league organizers, or even take care of.

Real Madrid have built up one of the most luxurious teams, except for the players they can't get. But that's it, it was beaten by the Chinese. Florentino can't remember how many times he has sent invitations to the Chinese, it seems like ten years, but why hasn't he come? What's wrong with Real Madrid? Is it really because of the veteran policy? Can the veteran policy belong to the Real Madrid family? Besides, he's only 26, so with his average club experience of less than two years, is there anything to worry about?

The president of Real Madrid, who left the Stadium of Light in a hurry, was still thinking about it until the hotel, but Wang Aike didn't know these things. After the celebration ceremony, he declined the invitation of his teammates to go out to play, and took a gold medal and a game ball on the team's bus. Back to the hotel.

Tang Yaodong's guidance arrived yesterday and came directly to Lisbon to meet. Wang Ai also promised him to consume as little as possible, but it ended up in overtime.

"It's a little over the top today." In a dining room of the hotel restaurant, Wang Ai, who was sitting opposite Tang Yaodong, pointed to his head: "C Ronaldo's fiddling with that gesture made me a little stimulated."

Tang Yaodong laughed directly across the pile of ingredients covered with gaiwan: "Normal, you are the number one shooter. He is so flamboyant that he surpasses you, and no one can't help it."

Leoni, who was also present at the side of the two, smiled: "Let's eat, are you hungry? It's so late."

"Oh, yes." Tang Yaodong patted his head: "While eating and chatting, I will tell you about the recent events of the national team."

Tang Yaodong was talking and Wang Ai was listening. Occasionally, the two of them would consult Leoni, the deputy team leader of the Chinese team at the last World Cup. The World Cup delegation is about to be formed, and Leoni is still the deputy team leader, so there is nothing to hide from her. Having been in charge of transcendence sports and cy sports for a long time, Leoni's identity as a sports expert has become more and more solid. Apart from the two sports-based talkers, this conversation about the national team's trip to Brazil is really inseparable from her operation. , the participation of management experts.

In the middle of the night, Leoni, wrapped in a bathrobe, returned to the bedroom: "You haven't slept yet?"

"So it was all fake just now? Can't sleep now?" Leoni smiled and threw herself on Wang Ai's back: "Do it again?"