Reborn on Top of Football

Vol 8 Chapter 340: King of Champions League (10)

From the home game against Sevilla on May 15th to the away game against Celta on May 18th, and then the away game against Malaga on May 22nd, Wang Ai set off a whirlwind of goals in a week. In the first game against Sevilla, he scored two goals in each half. In the second game against Celta, he scored a hat-trick in 45 minutes. In the third game against Malaga, Wang Ai scored four goals in 45 minutes!

On the European Golden Boot list this season, Wang Ai was 52, Messi was 45, and Ronaldo was 41. When Messi made it clear that he would concentrate on the King's Cup final, the outcome was already clear. Ai suddenly went crazy.

To say that scoring 11 goals in three games is really not much for him. Usually it is 2:0, but these three games have no competitive value... It is strange that both the fans and the comments are blatantly brushing against him The data behavior was applauded.

Because Wang Ai really carried out the instructions of the little beauty, most of these 11 goals are entertaining. Among them, there are 4 ultra-long-range long-range shots, 2 of which were continuous dribbling and breaking through a dragon, and the rest are not bad for viewing, but more are "helpless and must" scores, of which 3 are direct free kicks. One, two headers in front of the goal... This, you can't say whether you can score or not, right?

"Oh, I'm so tired!"

On the morning of the 23rd, Wang Ai bought a newspaper and read the comments. Finally, he didn’t notice that he was slacking off when he swiped the data. He leaned on the chair and pointed to his mouth: “Come on, feed me.”

The little beauty picked up a baguette and stabbed Wang Ai into Wang Ai's mouth without hesitation. After stabbing, she stared. Wang Ai, who was reminded, did not dare to speak, and ate the bread aggrieved. After finishing this work, the little beauty also felt a sore throat, and it was more sore tonight than last night.

"Adjust well, the final is coming." The lion said calmly: "There are still twelve days. The last match of this season is also your ninth time to reach the Champions League final."

Everyone worked out a 12-day adjustment plan, which was generally consistent with the club's plan, but also added a lot of individual parts. For example, Wang Ai will use these 12 days to watch more than 10 Juventus game videos this season.

By the way, during this period of time, Wang Ai closed the external information channel, did not accept interviews, did not participate in sponsor activities, and even temporarily put the morning and evening exercises in his backyard. Lin Long, who "excellently" completed the task assigned by the leader, has also become extraordinarily well-behaved these days.

He will also appear on the camera of a major game that night again, as a front reporter and front host. Although not many, it is also a key breakthrough after several years of major setbacks in his career.

The leader intends to fulfill him, but it also relies on the special relationship with Wang Ai.

Although the two giants of Real Madrid and Juventus have released a lot of true and false news about the clubs, key people, such as the main stars of the team, are collectively silent, waiting for the arrival of the final day.

"Aren't you coming? You can bring your children." Two days before the game, Wang Ai called home.

"No, the child is still young, and besides, I'm too tired to go so far for a game." Kang Si said happily: "Don't worry, Tiger and I will watch it, and I promise not to be stranger than the three of them. Wait for you to return." We will definitely be able to participate when the family talks."

"Okay, I'll talk to you when I get home." Wang Ai hung up the phone with regret and relief.

On the other side of the phone, Xu Qinglian who had just settled the child in and out of the door said unexpectedly, "Crying? What did you say to be so moved?"

Kang Si wiped away her tears and broke into a smile: "I didn't say anything, it's just commonplace, I don't know what's wrong."

Xu Qinglian came to sit beside Kang Si and put her arms around her shoulders: "Bad man, good man."

"Yeah." Kang Si tilted her head and leaned on Xu Qinglian's shoulder: "Bad man, good man."

"do not learn from me."

"Don't learn from me, hee hee."

"Let's see how to deal with you at night." Xu Qinglian got up: "Tomorrow the kindergarten will take the children to Xiangshan, shall we go together?"

"Is that all right?"

"Children play with children, we play with us." Xu Qinglian waved her hands indifferently: "It's similar to us. In Beijing, many of them also have children. It just happened to make an appointment to meet. The three of them are supporting the man in front. The two of us also help him take care of his career at home. Don't let people say that we are nurses at a young age, it's ugly."

"Who said that to you?"

"My college classmates are all older than me, and they laugh at me."

Two days later, in the lobby on the first floor of their home in Haidian, Xu Qinglian and Kang Si brought a group of guards and assistants after they had settled the children. They just came back from the swimming pool wet and refreshed. They were eating fruit while watching the game. Yingying Yanyan It's like a daughter country.

"Wow, it's coming in again!"

The women screamed, the fruit peels were thrown all over the table, and Kang Si, who had just come out of the toilet, hurried over: "Who got in?"

Xu Qinglian grabbed Kang Si's hand and pressed her beside her: "Hurry up, the replay is here."

One corner of the screen shows the game time of 55 minutes, the lower corner shows the score 4:1, and Wang Ai’s face is in the camera. He steps on the ball and pulls back, dances from right foot to left foot, and then half turns around volley. At the end of the shot, Buffon flew up across his body, but he was helpless against the shot that went straight to the dead corner.

The host explained excitedly: "What did I see? I saw Xiao Wang'er pass it to himself, and his right foot to his left foot!"

Beside the jubilant Kang Si, Xu Qinglian looked and looked calmly: "What a strange way of exerting force. Although it is normal in terms of his agility, this one is too hasty."

Kang Si was panting when she sat down, "That's why the opponent couldn't react."

Xu Qinglian smiled: "That's right. In this kind of positional warfare, facing dense defense or the front perimeter, it is really hard to imagine scoring a goal in such a simple way. Come on, let's analyze it carefully so that we won't be able to answer them in the exam when they come back."

In front, in the jubilant stands of Cardiff's Millennium Stadium, Huang Xin said worriedly: "Juventus is in a hurry."

"Don't worry." The little beauty patted her hand: "He knows what's in his heart, he won't take any risks."

Leoni on the other side raised her head: "League is one less than last season, and Champions League is 14 more than last season, hum!"

"What's wrong?" Huang Xin turned around.

"Ha, it's summer, the doctor is going back to China, celebrities and entertainers should be jealous again."

The little beauty shrugged: "It's just that we don't take it seriously. It's not that we can't afford the navy."

In the crazy complaints of the three women, the final battle of the 1617 season came to an end. Real Madrid defeated the Serie A powerhouse Juventus 5:1 and achieved the Champions League defense. Although Wang Ai only had one shot and one pass, he got the loudest cheers when he walked to the sideline in his beloved purple jersey.

Champions League final, nine games and nine wins; unprecedented, the king of the Champions League!

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