Reborn on Top of Football Chapter 641

Lao Gao interrupted eagerly after hearing Wang Ai halfway: "You mean, Jose will come to Tübingen and will come to the Olympic Games as a technical consultant?"

"I guess there is great hope, you..."

"Great!"

"Huh? Are you..."

"What am I? Oh, I'm not that narrow." The old Gao understood what Wang Ai meant: "People are better than me. This must be admitted. In fact, it is not only me, but also Guidance Xu. Even though you tripped him back then I fell down, but that was because he underestimated the enemy and didn't thoroughly study you. I have watched his training videos for more than half a year and it has been very effective."

Wang Aishu sighed, "That's good, how is your body?"

"It's okay?" Lao Gao said unexpectedly: "How old am I? I'm young and strong."

"...He really went, can you get along? He is a guy with horns on his head."

Lao Gao laughed: "It's great to be inclusive of all rivers and rivers. Milu came to teach, and Schlapner also gave advice many times. Everyone is still very good. Didn't you say that he is a technical consultant, I am Head coach. What is his high level? Training, tactics and even the use of people can listen to him, but in essence, in terms of understanding of you and the national team, he is not as good as me, and he can't replace me. That Why don't I try to tap his abilities?"

In Wang Ai's laughter, Lao Gao also laughed: “Don't worry, he really promised to come. I will personally go to London to invite him and earnestly worship him as a teacher. Anyway, he is three years older than me. He is famous and capable. I don't suffer from being so big."

Wang Ai sighed contentedly: "Well, Lao Gao, I did this a little bit abruptly, but today I just happened to take him home. I remembered it by chance and felt that the opportunity was rare. Now he is psychologically frustrated, waiting for him to calm down. , It may be even worse to invite."

"Yeah, just like dreaming, it's really unexpected to invite him. I think the superiors must be happy too."

"Are you happy too?" Wang Ai amused: "With him, if we really fail next year, no one would dare to point to your nose and scold you, right?"

Old Gao Leng laughed and cursed: "You are so careful and thinking a lot. But it really makes sense, I think the shoulders are really relaxed now."

After hanging up Lao Gao's phone, Wang Ai looked at the time, then called Yan Shiduo, and explained the matter in detail. Sure enough, Vice Chairman Yan was very happy and praised Wang Ai's opportunity well, especially Wang. Ai's proposal that the sponsors of the Olympics next year should be responsible for part of Jose's salary is more satisfying to Vice Chairman Yan.

After reporting to the leadership, Wang Ai called Huang Xin again. Leo Ni had just taken up the post of the general manager of Chaoyue Sports. She was not familiar with the domestic situation, so part of Jose's salary had to be settled by Huang Xin. Of course, Feng Jianming should also follow suit, but now it is estimated that Yan Shiduo is calling Feng Jianming, so Wang Ai first contacted Huang Xin.

After talking to Huang Xin, Wang Ai waited for a meeting before calling Feng Jianming and said it again.

Now, regarding Jose's appointment as the technical adviser of the Chinese Olympic football team, the most important candidates have been prepared, and now we are waiting for Jose's letter.

At this moment, Wang Ai remembered that he still had something to do.

After talking a lot and thinking about leaving, the truth is coming, and there is still some emotion. At this time, the car had stopped quietly in front of his house in Cobham Village. Zhao Dan felt that the garage was dark, and was afraid to disturb Wang Ai's thoughts, who closed his eyes in the back seat.

So, the fire was turned off and stopped quietly.

It wasn't until Kang Si couldn't help but to go to the toilet to gently open the door of the car, and she woke Wang Ai.

"Oh, you're home?" Wang Ai shook his head and got out of the car. With the phone in his hand, he called Schlappner in the living room at home.

"Wiwi, I'm about to call you." The mood of the old man on the phone was obviously fluctuating: "What's wrong? Why did Chelsea suddenly call me to inform me to restart the negotiation? Even the same news came from Milan?"

"Probably, it's our resolute attitude, the resistance to leave, and why I just rushed away, right?"

"...What do you want me to do"

"Leave as soon as possible."

"That's winter transfer."

"...Winter, it's good. Chelsea will be messed up next, and I won't get anything here. Although I didn't leave in the summer, I probably wasted this year, but if we go in winter, next year will be complete, isn't it? ?"

"Well, I will start work as soon as possible..." Schrappner finished speaking but didn't hang up the phone right away. When Wang Ai was about to take the phone off, he suddenly said: "Rey, you are a good guy, I am proud of you. "

Wang Ai was taken aback, and then smiled: "Klaus, when are you Germans so romantic?"

"Hahahaha, we Germans have a romantic heart, but we are only open to friends!"

After hung up the phone, Yan Zhu, Zhao Dan, and Kang Si who had just returned from the toilet in front of them, with three concerned faces, Wang Ai's decision and Wang Ai's every move are related to what kind of life they will live next. .

"Two pieces of news that I don't know are good news. One is that Jose has a high probability of accepting my invitation to serve as a technical consultant for the Olympic team. The other is that I'm likely to leave Chelsea during the winter transfer. , To Milan."

After finishing talking, Wang Ai spread his limbs on the sofa. At this moment, Xu Qinglian, Tang Mudan, and Liu Dingxiang, who were in class today, came back. Kang Si whispered to them about this morning of strange peaks.

Wang Ai looked at the three of them gently: "People are in the Huahai, and they can't help themselves. I thought that this house would be handed over to you this year, but I didn't expect that I would come back again, and I didn't expect to stay in the next year I may be going to Milan in spring. Chef, is lunch ready?"

Yan Zhu nodded: "A meal?"

"Yeah." Wang Ai nodded: "By the way, Jose has really started the next contact. I asked Li Jue to accompany Huang Xin to take charge."

Yan Zhu smiled, everyone started to work together, set up a table, seven people, affected by Wang Ai, the amount of exercise in this room has surged, so they can generally eat.

Halfway through the meal, Wang Ai suddenly slapped the table, shocking everyone, and saw Wang Ai suddenly excited: "I finally understand why I have been worried about next year!"

Tang Mudan and Liu Dingxiang silently rearranged the dishes that were turned over by Wang Ai, and listened to Wang Ai sighing with emotion: "It turns out that we have everything, but we don't have the most advanced technical support, so what should I do? Don't worry. I said why I suddenly had a brainstorm? It turned out that I had this subconscious mind for a long time. It's just that others are either too expensive or too old, so he is just right!"

"Oh, if he wants to leave get out of class, how can I have this opportunity? I want to go really summer, how can I have this opportunity?" Wang Ai put his hands together: "This is all fate!"

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