Reborn on Top of Football Chapter 704

On May 22nd, Wang Ai's last league match in Italy came. Also out of warm-up and consideration of maintaining personal image, Wang Ai played as the main force as usual. Opponent Catania is currently ranked 14th in the league and has already gotten out of the relegation zone, so there is no pressure.

So the two sides showed a professional spirit for the fans. Catania tried his best to resist and played a lot of wonderful cooperation. He also scored two goals on Julio, and Inter Milan also continued to be wonderful. There are no major events this summer, so the stars are not afraid of injury. Anyway, the two sides are not hostile and it is more like an exhibition match.

So the final score became 5:2. Wang Ai saw that his teammates were very upset, so he closed it and gave Eto'o an assist in the first half. He even deliberately grabbed points in front of Zanetti. Pulling away from the goal area to the outside, it can be regarded as a support for the captain. It wasn't until the enthusiasm of the teammates faded in the second half that Wang Ai became more enthusiastic. In the 73rd minute of the game, facing the interception of two central defenders, he once again staged a confrontation with Real Madrid, facing Pepe and Ramos's "double-crossing" technique, which is a more agile and larger span. At the same time, against the "biking" of the two defenders, the Catania defender did not have much fighting spirit, and the strength was far behind. So Wang Ai's easy frontal breakthrough was single-handed, and a far-angle shot was successful.

Then in the 89 minutes of the game, facing Sneijder's outside pass, he picked himself a pass in front of Catania's loose goal, then turned around and volleyed, finishing my second in the field quite coolly. Goals.

When the final whistle sounded, Wang Ai relaxed from his opponent and looked at the jubilant Meazza, with waves of emotion in his heart. This is his last league game in Inter Milan, and although there will be another Coppa Italia final, the final venue is in Rome. The time for Wang Ai to step on the turf of Mei Acha has been calculated in minutes and seconds.

I still remember that when I first came, the head coach Mancini brought himself here. I also went to the stands to experience the vicissitudes of this legendary stadium. But now, more than two years have passed, and my name has sounded countless times here, just like this moment.

A Catania team member came over to interrupt Wang Ai's contemplation. He shyly pointed to Wang Ai's jersey. Wang Ai smiled and stretched out his arms. Across his white underwear, he looked like an Italian sculpture. Muscle groups appear in the eyes of the opponent, the camera lens and even many people. After receiving Wang Ai's wet Inter No. 10 jersey, the two sides hugged gently.

Wang Ai took the opponent's jersey and walked slowly to the side of the court. Behind him came the excitement of the opponent and the roar of the opponent's teammates.

Wang Ai smiled, then relieved. From Riasso to Stamford Bridge to Meazza, then there is the Allianz Stadium and more. No matter how unforgettable, it's time to step into memory.

Lightly stepped on the turf and waved his hands in all directions, countless eyes still looking at him. Wang Ai didn't dare to look more. He already saw tears in the eyes of a few fans nearby. They still don't have the exact news, but who can he keep it from? They didn't blame Wang Ai, only reluctant to give up, which made it difficult for Wang Ai to face this kind of obsessive retention.

Even if this kind of retention can easily turn into anger as the players perform poorly, at this moment, it is still sincere, deep and touching.

But Wang Ai's idea of ​​quickly entering the player's channel was not realized. The Milan TV reporter who was allowed to interview the players from the sidelines approached with a camera. I have interviewed other teammates who scored before, but Wang Ai was slightly delayed on the court for a few minutes, so there was no way to run away.

"Dear King, what is your limit?"

"What?" Wang Ai blinked and didn't understand.

"I mean... the goal you scored against AC Milan at the beginning of last month, do you remember?"

"Remember, we played 2:2 against our opponents in that game, unfortunately we didn't get close in the points."

The reporter was silent for a while, looking at Wang Ai's regretful face that did not seem to be fake, and suddenly said in a loud voice: "But you know what, you broke the historical record with that goal! Inter Milan's total scoring record in history, you The ball is the 208th you scored on behalf of Inter Milan, surpassing the historical first scorer Altobelli in the 1970s! You were third in history last season, and this season you have surpassed the original second goal. Nincenia and Altobelli, they both used it for more than ten years, but you only used it for two and a half years!"

Wang Ai was stunned by the series of rhetorical questions. After waiting for the excited light in the eyes of the female reporter in front of him to shine, he stammered and asked, "Then, how many am I now?"

"Counting the 2 in this game, 229!" The female reporter subconsciously stepped forward and grabbed Wang Ai's arm and shook it. "Don't you know all this at all?"

Wang Ai, who was covered in sweat, was shaken by the reporter. The beads of sweat even hit the camera close at hand. Wang Ai subconsciously wanted to wipe it with his jersey. As a result, the terrified cameraman waved his hand and took two steps back. Wang Aicai said to the reporter: "Uh, sorry, I, I, and I are graduating from the Agricultural College of the University of Milan. You know that I have always studied liberal arts before. This time it is science, which is difficult, so... "

"You mean you have been busy with your graduation thesis so you didn't notice it? Didn't you notice that you made history? Then no one reminded you?"

"I think..." Wang Ai finally returned to normal: "At that time we had to catch up with the opponent's points. Everyone was only concerned about the outcome. And then there were the two Champions League semi-finals with Real Madrid. Everyone really didn't have the energy to pay attention. something else."

"Furthermore, those things are only meaningful when they have free time. For players in intensive games, the only meaningful thing is the victory of one game." Wang Ai said this and smiled: "Just like we are now All of us are thinking about the Olympic Stadium in Rome only a few days from now. The history is for others to say, and we are only concerned about the present."

As he said, Wang Ai nodded in a friendly way to the reporter who was still stunned, and walked away from the reporter to the player channel.

"Are you leaving? Wang!" The reporter asked in a loud voice after chasing two steps behind him.

"Yes, the game is over, I want to go home and rest." Wang Ai pretended to be relaxed.

"You know what I'm asking is not this." The female reporter calmed down and asked: "Do you have anything to say about Milan? Before and before the summer arrives and you want to return home? Is there any goodbye? "

At this time, countless eyes are staring at Wang Ai's face through the camera. Wang Ai's complex and sincere expression is facing the camera: "Milan is a city that often appears in my dreams. I have infinite love for it, just like It's the same to me."

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