At noon on Saturday, Portsmouth, the opponent of the ninth round of the Premier League, came to Stamford Bridge, Wang Ai sat behind Mourinho in a thin black jacket with a hood, surrounded by his friends Makelele and Wright, and in the front row sat diagonally opposite Joe Cole, who had not played many games.There were few changes to the starting line-up, with Sheva, Drogba, Frank Lampard, Arjen Robben, Essien, Ballack, Terry, Carvalho, Ashley Cole, Ferreira, Hilario.Cech didn't get better for a while, and Cudicini hadn't taken off the equipment around his neck yet.Stamford Bridge is surrounded by tall buildings, the pitch is not large, and the spectator bench is close to the pitch, so the coach's bench is "stuffed" in the spectator box, the height is lower than the turf, and the view is often not very good.Wang Ai didn't care much about the progress of the game, and he didn't stand up nervously from time to time like Jose, and he didn't rest his feet on the turf in front of him like a teammate, really relaxing like watching a movie.In the hustle and bustle, Wang Ai faintly felt that it seemed that the fans in the audience were eager for the return of the king of the "Ukrainian nuclear warhead"?
It's really an incomprehensible emotion, as if the more disappointed, the stronger the desire, and perhaps Mr.
Roman and most of the people in this stadium have fallen into the "gambler's dilemma": the more you lose, the more you want to get back to your money, and the more you continue to invest......
So much so that Wang Ai has scored 13 goals, but he still has to play as a substitute, but he still hasn't heard Stamford Bridge's complaints about it.Throughout the first half, Chelsea were in full control of the game, and although there were no goals, the fans were entertained.In this process, Wang Ai, who was wearing a black hood, did not say a word, put his hands on his knees, and watched the game silently with his head down.Compared to the excitement of the people around him, he seemed to have become a silent black hole here.When the half-time whistle blew, Wang Ai got up and returned to the spacious locker room with his teammates, probably sensing that Wang Ai was not in a good mood, so no one from his teammates came up to annoy him.Jose commented on the game in a personable manner, and Wang Ai didn't listen much.More than 10 minutes later, the game restarted, and Wang Ai sat down silently again.Perhaps Sheva was finally starting to settle into Chelsea, or perhaps it was the prolonged pressure that finally caused him to explode, and in the 55th minute of the game, he received a cross from Robben and seized the opportunity to push into the far corner, and the scoreboard on the sideline finally beat hard at his feet.After the goal, Sheva got carried away with excitement and rushed out of the stadium to pounce on the fans, and his name was uniformly sounded in the stadium.Soon after, Ballack also scored, Drogba on the periphery seized the opportunity to steal in front, and Ballack in front of goal was unguarded to catch it.The two superstars finally joined forces once they arrived at Chelsea, and even if one scored the second goal and the other scored the first, it still left the fans satisfied, as if their aspirations had finally been realized, with cheers, applause and their names echoing throughout the stadium and between the tall buildings that surrounded them.José also did not hesitate to praise them, giving them the courtesy of being individually substituted to receive the cheers of the audience.Portsmouth scored late in the game, but Chelsea still had a win, a thrilling one.The scene of Sheva jumping into the crowd and hugging everyone became a classic shot of the game.In contrast, Wang Ai, who remained silent throughout the game and never took off his hood, left only a pair of deep eyes on the outside world.The next day was Sunday, and the janitor of Cobham and the villagers of the nearby village saw Wang Ai again in the thin morning mist, as if the strange atmosphere of the club had not affected him in the slightest, his steps were still flexible, and his voice was still gentle.It's just that at this time, it sounds always a little weird that can't be explained.Although he was the only player in the vicinity of Cobham to run in the morning, and despite his incredible achievements, he seemed a little more conciliatory compared to the likes of Sheva and Ballack.Shouldn't the big stars be surrounded by luxury cars, yachts, beautiful women, alcohol and journalists?
Why is he only accompanied by a taciturn bodyguard?
At 7:20 in the morning, after two hours of morning exercise, Wang Ai returned to his house with dew, bent down to pick up the football, pushed open the firewood door, walked into the courtyard, took off a rag on the rope next to the door, and wiped the water traces outside the football.Just as he was about to enter the room, he saw Conse's small figure squatting outside the flower room.The "thief" of the house is here again, a bold red squirrel that can quickly climb to the third floor where Wang Ai lives, and occasionally jumps into the kitchen through an open window, and after eating two figs in front of him without being driven away, he becomes a frequent visitor to Wang Ai's house.Kangsi was feeding it, and when she saw Wang Ai coming, she didn't dodge, and continued to grab the hazelnut in her mouth and click."
You're back?"
Kang Si saw Wang Ai come back, let go, Wang Ai squatted down, picked up one from Kang Si's hand, waited for the little guy to finish eating, handed it to its mouth, and when it opened its mouth and stretched out its claws, it suddenly took it away.The little guy chased after him without hesitation, Wang Ai hid again, it continued to chase persistently, Wang Ai simply stood up in Kangsi's blame, the little guy climbed up, and finally jumped on Wang Ai's combined hands and obtained its food.For the thumb of its tail, it just flicked its tail to express its dissatisfaction, and continued to eat with a click, and Wang Ai's palms were full of dregs.Conse watched the bold creature with wide eyes, occasionally glancing at the powerful man with a gentle smile beside her.The little one was full, and without saying hello, he ran into the oak tree outside the flower house and never saw it again, and the elm tree in the distance was probably his home.Breakfast was about to be ready, Wang Ai hurriedly went upstairs to the bathroom to take a shower, and when he went downstairs, today's chef Zhao Dan had already set the table, chestnut porridge, cauliflower salad, fried ham, chicken breast and potato egg cake contributed by Kangsi.Recently, Wang Ai has been a little angry, so he canceled the milk for breakfast.Under the advice of the girls, Wang Aiqiang endured and wore a lot of clothes, so the cold that usually comes in October is only a slight attack.On Sunday holidays, Wang Ai usually spends a morning at home studying, and then goes to Cobham in the afternoon to train on his own, of course, it is okay not to go, but the equipment at home is not as complete as the club, of course, if there is a commercial activity, then another matter.Wang Ai plans to study the academic year papers at home in the morning, watch other games at noon, and see if he can go to Cobham in the afternoon.Kangs, who was just about to go upstairs to buy a newspaper, came back from the sports section of The Sun today, with only a photo of Wang Ai in black and a hood staring at the court, accompanied by the text "Silent Executioner".()