Reborn on top of football

Wang Yun really cried this time: "My family has spent all their money practicing for me, and I still want to make money for them to support their retirement, woo woo woo."

Wang Ai had no choice but to put his arms around his shoulders and tell him: Muscle lysis, it's not that you're going to melt, it's like chocolate ice cream, it's not that serious.

The training can't go on, the national youth players urgently need a collective rest, but the game is tomorrow, and there will be a knockout round next, what should I do?Wang Aike was reluctant to overdraw the potential of these teammates to grit his teeth, but he couldn't retire for no reason.How will you explain it to the media?How do you explain it to the fans?Hundreds of Chinese fans specially bought a full set of tickets to support the team, and then you said that we were too tired and wanted to go home and rest, and then stop playing?

Wang Ai felt that if he really did this, it would not be enough to consume all his favorability.

The top is the national honor, the bottom is the expectations of the fans, and the game has to be held down.Even these players have this wish. It may be once in a lifetime to participate in the National Youth League. How can they be worthy of themselves and their families if they don't go far?

Therefore, Wang Ai's space is very limited, and Guoqing is still facing the problem of cracks between the old and new Guoqing.

Mai Chao led the national youth team doctor to rush back and forth with the experts.Zhang Jilong was busy making calls and reporting.The support team that goes beyond rehabilitation medicine can only arrive at night at the earliest, so what do you do in the afternoon?What are you doing at night?Can't train, let the players lie down in the room?

Wang Ai walked around the room and found that the team members couldn't sleep either, either chatting, playing cards, or playing computer.What do a bunch of uneducated teenagers do in their spare time?Still not like the big guys?Expect them to watch "Floyd" in their hands?

Only two or three of these national youth players have computers, and the rest can't afford them.

Of course, Zhao Xuri does not count. Zhao Xuri, who holds the gold medals of the Asian and Junior Juniors and the World Juniors, has won no less than 40 in bonuses from the Football Association. Guo Liang and Yang Hao, the veteran players of the National Juniors, also have a little money.But the other team members were far behind. Wang Song gritted his teeth and bought one because the housekeeper asked for money.

Wang Ai came out of the room, went directly to the team translator, and entrusted him to take Sun Yi to the mall with his Deutsche Bank bank card, and the mall drove twenty top-end laptops in a small truck.

Zhang Jilong grinned when he saw this scene, his teeth hurt!I just reimbursed you hundreds of thousands, and in the blink of an eye you spent another million!

"It's okay, this is a gift from me to my brothers, who made me rich, this is not reimbursed by the Football Association, it's my own behavior." Wang Ai waved his hand freely: "Anyway, if I can't spend the money, I feel uncomfortable. .”

Zhang Jilong would not superficially think that Wang Ai is spending money to buy players, what's the use?There are still ten days left before the end of the Asian-Small Tournament, and it cost over a million to make people call him the ten-day boss? With 1 yuan, you can go to the labor market and hire a bunch of people to call you every day.

So Vice Chairman Zhang temporarily put down the matter at hand, and went to the conference room with the elated crowd, watching Wang Ai directing the people to arrange the insertion and wiring, and settled down after busy work. The team members were one by one. Sitting behind a single head, it seems like a government clerk learning to type.

"What is this for?"

"Playing games! Video games, Vice Chairman Zhang, haven't you played them before? Come and let me teach you."

Zhang Jilong quickly waved his hand and rejected the enthusiastic Wang Ai, just kidding, how old am I?

"Come on, brothers!" Wang Ai waved his hands boldly: "Play games with me for ten days. After the Asian Youth Championship is over, this computer will be yours!"

"Long live the boss!" The team members cheered in unison regardless of their size.

Beside Zhang Jilong, Wang Ai skillfully opened a game interface, beckoning people to enter, build a map, white room!open!

Although not all of these team members have a computer, they have all played the game, at least they have been there, so they quickly got started, and specifically aimed at a gangster named "Boss" to fight!

Zhang Jilong looked dazzled and felt a little disgusted. He quickly shifted his gaze, and heard Wang Ai yelling: "I'm so stupid, who is this, what are you shitting behind the door?"

"Hey, I'm going, why are you hitting me, who used the sniper just now? You stand up and pick up my sn!"

"Flash bomb, damn, it's a foul, this is it!"

Zhang Jilong couldn't take it anymore, got up to leave,