Reborn on top of football

Chapter 527 Disorder (3)

Wang Ai went to bed early after sending away Robben who was full of "cheap bargains".He no longer cares about the disappointment of the club and other teammates.He already helped the team win a European championship last season, and he is also the Champions League Golden Boot.No matter from any angle, he is worthy of this club and this group of teammates.

Liverpool, which "should" win the championship last season, was eliminated early in the group stage due to insufficient points.From this point of view, he was injured by Gerrard, which can be regarded as "God's will in the dark"

Waking up early in the morning, Wang Ai jogged on the streets of Liverpool for 10 minutes. On the surface, he is acting as usual now, but in fact, his muscles still hurt slightly when he moves, and it is even more impossible to do it if he exerts force.The professor in Tubingen told him: Your strength is too great, and in extreme cases you will strain yourself, so next you need to improve the strength of muscles, bones, and tendons, and increase a little flexibility.

In this way, the "practice yoga" that I joked about before will really be put on the agenda.

After returning from the street, Wang Ai bought a lot of newspapers and went to the hotel restaurant to read newspapers while eating with his teammates.Last night's big battle, the teammates were very tired, and they lost the game, so they were not in a good mood, so this morning only Wang Ai kept up his morning training. When Wang Ai came back, they greeted each other, and those who were interested took a piece of paper Read the newspaper.

There is still no good news for Chelsea in the English press today.At present, everyone knows that there are problems within the club. The outside reporters don't even know as much as they know about guessing and making up. Everyone's will is a little depressed, and they can't get angry when they see any bad news.

Back in London at noon, Jose announced a day off. Wang Ai went to the university to sit for an afternoon, discussed with his tutor about term papers and graduation thesis, and came back in the evening.

Now that the Champions League has been lost, the club will next beat Manchester United in the league and the FA Cup.At present, the league points are the same, and the two sides of the FA Cup will meet in the final. For Chelsea, there are three league games and one FA Cup left this season.Of course, life is not easy for Manchester United, and they have one more Champions League final than Chelsea.

The two Red Devils met in the Champions League final, which became another grievance between Manchester United and Liverpool.

In the evening, Wang Ai returned to Cobham's home. Since his actions were basically normal, he no longer hid upstairs for dinner, but went down to the living room on the first floor to have dinner with everyone.There are too many people and the table is not big enough, so it simply becomes a meal sharing system.The seven people took turns to cook and rest when they were injured or sick. In this respect, neither Wang Ai nor Xu Qinglian was special.Relatively speaking, Wang Ai has many matches and time is tight, so Yan Zhu and Zhao Dan spend more time cooking.And Xu Qinglian just went to school, not so nervous, so she cooks more.

It's just that seven people can't eat together. The style of the three men is simply "big fish and big meat", and the style of the three women is simply "delicate and flavorful". They have already endured the torture of "big fish and big meat" for half a year Kang Si "defected" in an instant.As a result, two people are decisively cooking in the kitchen now, the man is the man, and the woman is the woman.

The finished meals are served in big bowls, and whoever likes to eat can put what they like on their own plates. Although they taste each other a lot, they generally follow their own tastes.The three of Xu Qinglian liked Kang Si's Spanish food very much.

"Huh, they smell the same." Wang Ai ate his steak, looking at the women sharing the Spanish buns with contempt.

The women gave Wang Ai a blank look, and continued with you and me.Wang Ai got up and went to the refrigerator to get a drink and came back. He sat down and read the new foreign newspapers that arrived in the afternoon, and bit into the steak. Then, an indescribable smell rushed straight into his brain.

With a steak in his mouth, Wang Ai had a stiff expression, a stiff neck, and trembling eyelids. It took more than ten seconds for him to recover. The beef in his mouth was reluctant to spit it out. After chewing stiffly, he swallowed it. Then he took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice: "What the hell is this?"

Several women laughed and staggered, Xu Qinglian pushed over a small bottle: "Horseradish."

Wang Ai quickly pushed back, his head even shook uncontrollably a few times, like Parkinson: "Hey, I'm sick, eat this"

"Eat seafood." Kang Si forked over a piece of sea cucumber and gave it to Wang Ai.

Wang Ai looked at the green sea cucumber in distaste, wiped off a large part of it and ate it in his mouth, but was so overwhelmed by the taste that he almost fell off the table. Will not forget that reaction.

So fucking strong.

Today's overseas papers are also strong, with extensive commentary on last night's game, and the words are all sharp.Probably because this year's Champions League semi-finals, the Premier League won three seats, and the final became a civil war in the Premier League, which reduced the bonuses of journalists from the other five major leagues, so the attacks were particularly fierce.

Maradona's teammate of the national team, Valdano, a powerful figure in Real Madrid, slammed in the Marca newspaper: "Since the magic Wiwi left, the Champions League semi-final between Chelsea and Liverpool has lost suspense. Yes, the outcome is still There is suspense, but it is not what I am most concerned about. I hope that in the Champions League, which is almost the strongest club competition in the world, not only the outcome, but also football culture and football art."

"It was a very intense and direct game, full of tactics. Both teams followed the arrangements of the two coaches to achieve the ultimate. However, there were no short passes, no fake moves, no variable speed runs, two passes and one pass through the crotch. No, heels off nothing. It's a utilitarian ugly game played on the highest stage"

"The best player in the game was Drogba. It wasn't that he showed any great skills, but his body was the best. The talented Joe Cole was also lost in the fierce collision. If this is the reality of football, Then the genius and technology that has fascinated us for the past century will say goodbye to us."

In the last paragraph, Valdano released a big move, almost attacking with personal attacks and professional discrimination: "This is not to blame the players of the two teams. The problem lies with their coaches. They are all people who failed in the professional player stage. So they have an insatiable hunger for glory, they despise football skills and football genius, they hate any uncontrolled factors, they don't believe in improvisation and flashes of inspiration on the pitch, and then they turn those stars into absolutes in their hands. Pawns of obedience. In short, Mourinho and Benitez, either jealous or puzzled, are both killing artistic football."