The score is clearly swaying, the Hercules Cup was only withdrawn by FIFA this spring, and it also has the super giant with the highest attacking efficiency, but Shen Xiangfu and Liu Lifeu, who were in bj, still sighed at halftime.

Is it so easy to play against a strong team like Russia?

The score is one aspect, the scene is more important. In the first half, the Russian team did not get a threatening opportunity, while the Chinese team created at least 8 times. The lead is not only the score but also all-round. When the Chinese team walked off the court, in a camera lens on the sidelines, Old Shen keenly found that Wang Ai didn't sweat much.

When he sweats a lot, his face is covered, and even a small stream runs down from the top of his head! This shows that the first half of the game may have been too easy for him.

The same feeling also appeared in the coaching staff. During the halftime comment, Lao Tang just asked everyone not to be careless and did not make more deployments. And when Lao Tang asked Lao Gao to say a few words, Lao Gao only said one sentence: "It's almost time to let Wang Ai come down."

Because he was about to go down, Wang Ai tried hard to find an opportunity at the beginning of the second half, and unexpectedly stole one in the frontcourt, and then took advantage of the momentary confusion of the Russian team's rear offensive and defensive transition to infiltrate the goal and use a fake to shake the goalkeeper. After the easy push shot succeeded.

Different from the blasted stadium, Lao Gao Yi, who was holding his shoulders on the sidelines, frowned and whispered to Lao Tang, Lao Tang understood, and after a while, the substitution card was held high, Wang Ai went down, and Yu Dabao went up.

Wang Ai was a little surprised. According to his habit, he should have played for another ten minutes. But it doesn't matter, he walked to the sidelines and looked at the nervous Yu Dabao and smiled: "I'm afraid, **** it!"

In fact, Yu Dabao only played five games on behalf of the national team, and they were all warm-up games. After listening to Wang Ai's informal encouragement, he reluctantly ran on the field with a smile. Wang Ai glanced back at the boy's back, then raised his hands with a smile and waved at the fans calling his name in the stands before walking to the sidelines.

"Exercise so early?" Wang Ai unscrewed a bottle of water and stood in front of Lao Tang, blocking Lao Tang's sight: "Is it appropriate for this occasion?"

Old Tang rolled his eyes and pulled Wang Ai: "It's the game!"

Old Gao, who had Erlang's legs on the side, kicked Wang Ai: "Go aside!"

Wang Ai slipped to the side of the two with a smile, and without sitting on the bench, he leaned on the back of the old high seat, and his posture was extremely relaxed.

"The goal you scored just now was beautiful, but it has no tactical significance, understand?" Lao Gao murmured while looking ahead.

"I'm not thinking about getting down. If I get a chance, I'll get in one."

"Well, that's why I asked you to come down early."

"What about punishing me?"

"It doesn't matter, if you are so ahead, you can train others earlier." Lao Gao glanced at Wang Ai: "It's not just newcomers."

Wang Ai was enlightened: "Have you not gotten used to it in the past year?"

"Reluctantly." Lao Gao shook his head: "The competition has not been tested yet."

Wang Ai shook his head and pondered, feeling that he wanted to talk to Lao Gao, but there was no place to sit nearby, so he naturally squatted down beside Lao Gao. Although Lao Gao felt a little surprised, he didn't think much about it, because for so many years, the assistant coach of the national team coaching staff was like a revolving beacon. His most stable tactical advisor was actually Wang Ai, and the master and the apprentice discussed the team's tactics. got used to it. Anyway, the score is leading now, and Lao Tang is in charge of the command. The two of them happened to talk about this, so let's talk about it.

"Your legs are too thick, people are used to holding them and don't want to let go, but you always have an injury. You can play well without you, and you can be safer, especially in this kind of competition. Let You come down to expose the problem and let everyone calm down. But it’s not good for you to endure it all the time, so come down early to see everyone, and you too.”

Wang Ai nodded as he listened, continued to squat and drink water, and occasionally chatted with Lao Gao, ignoring that fans from all over the world were curious and crazy: What the **** are you talking about with your coach? Why are you still squatting?

After a while, Wu Lei replaced Dong Fangzhuo, and the old master held a spot in his hand until the stoppage time of the game, and let Zhu Ting replace Zhou Haibin.

This World Cup has brought three newcomers, one starter and two substitutes, which is interesting enough.

After Wang Ai came off, the Russian team cheered up for a while, but unfortunately, after the Chinese team's defense was very tight and failed many times, it became more and more decadent as the game time became less and less. Of course, the Chinese team failed to further increase the score. Everyone played very seriously, and the two newcomers were even more serious in seeking to score goals. The support of teammates was not weak, but it was always a little bit worse.

Seeing the last minute of stoppage time, Wang Ai stood up and moved: "I can't do it without me."

Lao Gao rolled his eyes: "Well, I'm not confident enough."

"Then what?"

Lao Gao simply ignored Wang Ai. Wang Ai wanted to laugh and was too embarrassed to laugh. After so many years, his thighs were in vain? It's not so easy to get used to it and want to let go.

The game was finally over, the stadium was full of jubilation, the Russian fans left the stadium in despair, the Chinese fans rejoiced and fell in love, and Wang Ai could only walk back to the stadium to thank everyone again and again, and then disappeared in everyone's reluctant eyes. in the player tunnel.

After another half an hour, the bus carrying the Chinese team drove out of the stadium. Tomorrow, they will rush to Porto Alegre, the city of the second game, and will stay at the country villa in Cuiaba tonight. Everything is ready, just waiting for everyone to go back to hold a barbecue party.

"I thought it was you who lost, but looking at you, it's not imposing at all!"

At the lively barbecue party, dozens of people, including the players and their families, gathered on the grass in the middle of the yard. Lao Gao was sitting beside a flower stand on the periphery, with a tray in front of him and several large pieces of Brazilian barbecue on the tray. , holding a bottle of beer in his hand, looking at the starry night sky in South America from time to time, and occasionally glanced at the lively crowd, unaware that the chief disciple beside him was noisy.

Wang Ai is holding a tray with many prawns in one hand, and holding a bottle of mineral water in the other, he is still chattering: "If you want me to say that your generation is a generation that worships foreigners, how can you be half short when you see foreigners? Look at you. You saw Capello like that at the post-match press conference? Why did you stretch out your hand first and bend over? Shouldn’t he come to you?”

"The victor must have the demeanor of a victor." Lao Gao took a sip of wine indifferently.

"Demeanor?" Wang Ai looked at Lao Gao suspiciously, thought about it and shook his head: "No, you smile with a wrinkled face, and you can't see your eyes. "

"He's my idol!" Lao Gao interrupted Wang Ai.

"Idol? He's a defender, you're a midfielder, why is he your idol? You just meet people..."

"He is 20 years older than me, and his qualifications are much thicker than mine. Can I respect the old man? When I am like you, no big or small?" Lao Gao yelled.