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Chapter 804: A Tale of Two Kings (Act VIII: The Long Wave)


Picking up a scarf that had been thrown away by the excited fans, Wang Ai knocked on his chest, and then threw it back into the stands, causing a scramble among the fans.In the 72nd minute of the game, Deportivo La Coruna's first and second scorers cooperated wonderfully and teamed up to rewrite the score, 1:1.Pandiani enjoyed the cheers of the audience, and after running a dozen steps, he remembered Wang Ai, so he turned around to hold the ball in one hand and Wang Ai in the other, so that he could also enjoy the cheers of the fans.Unexpectedly, Wang Ai deftly dodged his arm, pointed at his chest defiantly, and then turned around and ran away at high speed.Usually in training, his teammates always play this kind of game of chasing after me, Pandiani immediately stepped forward to chase, but after running two steps and then stopped and shook his head, with limited physical energy, he didn't want to waste it on chasing Rey."

It's so energetic!"

In the five live broadcast rooms of Beijing CCTV, Huang Jianxiang said in surprise: "I can't see at all that he just played such a difficult game three days ago, and he was still injured." ”Tao Wei smiled, his mind was spinning quickly, and when Huang Jianxiang finished speaking, he spoke: "I noticed something special, everyone pay attention, before Wang Ai appeared on the stage, even half a world away, we all felt the despair of Riasso."

But now you can see that the expressions of the Laco fans, especially the players, are much more relaxed, and they are still making jokes. ”"What does this mean?"

Huang Jianxiang said very quickly."

I don't know Xiao Wang well, I don't know what his usual style of play is, but I heard that he is very lively, and I think that the wonderful dribbling and unique crosses just now are due to his personality.But I noticed the impact his performance had on Laco's morale. ”Speaking of this, Tao Wei thought for a few seconds with a calm face and said slowly: "After the game a few days ago, I met with several football seniors and discussed him.What impresses us the most is how a player like him, who is not honest on and off the field, has transformed Chinese football. ”"Transformation?"

Huang Jianxiang asked sensitively."

Yes, transformation!"

Tao Wei replied decisively: "We all think that in the recent six months of the national brand competition, there is no difference between him and him, and then look at it extended, the past national youth and national youth achievements have a lot to do with him, this is not the overall strength of Chinese football, we are very sober about this."

But in the past we thought he was saving the game, and after the last discussion, we thought he was probably transforming the national team. ”"Just because of his style of play?""

That's right!

In the past, there were many character players in our national team, but ......"

Tao Wei spread his hands: "Let the temperament be able to make him to this extent, no matter when and where he dares to play how he wants, just his old brother!"

I don't know how he got to now, our domestic players have grown up in batches, just like a well-organized rice field, and a sugarcane has emerged from this cold rice......

Don't laugh, let me tell you, we studied his success to further promote and replicate, but we couldn't figure out how he came out, this is definitely not like a product of our Chinese football training system, we even discussed the Tübingen team.There was a kid named Ozil who had a similar temperament to him, but it was impossible to explain his performance in Gao Hongbo's 84 National Shaoli before he went to Germany.In short, we believe that his appearance is an opportunity for Chinese football to change and upgrade itself, and it is worth thinking deeply in just a few minutes. ”The reason why Tao Wei, who was talking rightly, suppressed the conversation was that someone was injured again in the Laco queue on the field.Just after kicking off again, the football passed several times to Pablo's feet, Wang Ai greeted and began to quickly step forward, and Pablo deftly circled Deco who was too big again, just when he was about to push straight to Wang Ai again, Deco behind him caught up and knocked him over.Pablo didn't get up when he fell this time, and his knee, which was not good, was hit the side by Deco.Pablo lay on his back in agony, left to the team doctor's fiddling skills, and was then put on a stretcher.Laco had to score another goal and with less than 15 minutes left on the game and, to the worst of all, Laco had already used all three substitutions.9 against 11!

The icy rain pounded on Pablo's hairy face, mixed with his silent tears flowing freely.Wang Ai, who was on the sidelines, shook the captain's hand, didn't say anything, turned around and ran back to the court, and the 9-person Laco was silent and reopened the formation.Cesar, Romero and Scaloni automatically transformed into a three-centre-back to guard Molina behind him.In front of them was the lonely Douscher, and in front of them was the scarred Belleron.To his left is the silent old captain Fran, to his right is the wide-eyed Wang Ai, and in front of him is the towering Pandiani of the Andes!

There is a lack of two fullbacks who can go up and down, and the Laco lineup is sparse a lot, but it is as firm as ever, and the majesty is still there!

There is no Anfield slogan here, but "This is Riazor!"

”But engraved in the belief of every team member.There are laughter, tears, dreams, and miracles!

The game was in this heavy atmosphere, the table tennis continued, the Porto people did not focus on defense or attack, they wanted to defend a goal at the same time, but also want to score another goal, completely destroy the will of this small club to resist.Veteran captain Forlan had to move closer from the left to the middle to share the pressure on Belleron, often playing back to assist Douscher, leaving the task of attacking to the right.Wang Ai also lived up to expectations, even without Pablo's support, he was still extremely active on the right side.As Pan Diani guessed, although Wang Ai's physical fitness declined rapidly, the limited game time could support Wang Ai's luxury, and the plaster on his head ran away at some point, revealing a slightly hideous wound.Valente's several big moves with hurtful intentions in a row were easily dodged by Wang Ai, but he was tired and panting, seeing that Wang Ai would completely penetrate his side, he had to raise his hand to ask for support.However, Deco ran over.According to the experience of hooligans, honest children are not afraid of hooligans, but they can get out of control because of anger.Deco wants to completely defeat this guy who has brought him endless bad reputation in a one-on-one conversation.In the 85th minute of the game, the two players who attracted the most attention finally met in a narrow way.But just when people were expecting a wonderful confrontation, Deco just habitually hit the side, and Wang Ai fell to the ground."

Toot!"

Corina, who came running, immediately gave a foul.He had been staring at Wang Ai for a long time, and he watched Wang Ai's extremely flexible dodge with admiration, but he didn't give him any chance to blow the foul, and now, it was finally blown out!

Corina even has the feeling of raising her eyebrows.After hearing the penalty, Wang Ai slowly got up from the ground, and his teammates stood quietly in their original positions, quietly handing over the free kick opportunity to Rey.There was no one sitting at the Riazor Stadium anymore, and even Carlos I had to stand up because the tall Crown Prince Felipe was obscuring his view.The sky above the city is still stormy and rainy, after setting the ball, Wang Ai stared at the football that had been stained with water for 90 minutes, calmly judged for more than ten seconds, slowly retreated, and after Colina's whistle, he moved his left ankle and resolutely accelerated to run.The moment he touched the ball, his left instep lifted up, and a loud impact echoed through Riazor.The soccer ball draws a large arc above the human wall, carrying the rain of A Coruña and the stormy waves of the Atlantic.The wind and the waves stop, the football, in the goal.()