Reborn on Top of Football

The two lead was Thomas, and the winner was Alger. But it was the Doctor who created the victory. It was he who caught his opponent by surprise in a desperate stalemate in a way that did not belong to Bayern. It was he who made a temporary agreement with the astute Thomas before his debut in exchange for this victory.

Everyone understood the contribution of Wang Ai's two assists, so when Heynckes came in, Wang Ai's head was full of syrup!

At 11:50 in the evening, Wang Ai, who had finally washed his head, walked out of the bathroom, changed clothes with everyone, and appeared on stage with a smile. The Chelsea players went to the podium first, and one of them hung a silver medal. Without Mourinho, no one would ever lose the silver medal. When it was Bayern’s turn to take the stage, Muller almost jumped all the way, Ribery’s excited nonsense, Wang Ai's expression was calm, but the piggy around his shoulders always thought he was walking slowly, and later simply pushed behind him with both hands. he.

"Hello, Mr. Platini." Wang Ai greeted the UEFA president and bowed his head.

"Is your body feeling better?" Platini put a gold medal on Wang Ai and held his hand.

"It's not all well."

"I can see it." Platini smiled like Buddha: "You are a miracle."

"you too."

Platini smiled more sincerely when he heard Wang Ai's answer.

Later, in front of the podium, under the expectation, Ram grabbed the trophy by his ears with both hands, paused for a while, and then raised it violently at the moment when the cheers were a little deeper, as if an invisible electric wave activated everything. Human vocal cords, countless sound waves rushing up, brought this perfect journey to a climax.

The teammates shouted one after another, raising their glasses one after another, while Wang Ai was wearing a jacket standing second in the row, chatting with the first coach from time to time. Because of his own identity, Heynckes gave up the center of the stage and the spotlight to the players, and Wang Ai was...

"I've taken it five times." Wang Ai opened his hand flatly and shook it in front of Heynckes.

Heynckes couldn't laugh or cry, and pulled away Wang Ai's hand: "Is it a sense of accomplishment to bully the old man? Although I only got it twice, it's very balanced."

"What do you mean?" Wang Ai turned his head strangely.

Heynckes stretched out two thumbs: "One in one hand! How about you? Five, how do you divide it? Two in one hand, and one on top of the head? So my achievement exhibition is more beautiful, geometrical."

"You have to say that..." Wang Ai suddenly slapped his face: "Then I will take it five more times!"

"You..." Heynckes froze, "Ah, it's time to go down and take pictures."

"Hey, Joseph, what do you think? You help me as a head coach?" Wang Ai chased after him.

"What are the doctors and Joseph doing?" The tall Van Bitten stabbed Cross.

Cross, who was watching the whole process, shrugged: "Probably Joseph owes money? You see how fast he runs."

Taking a group photo and celebrating, the Allianz Stadium did not calm down until about 1 o'clock in the middle of the night. Today, everyone went home, and tomorrow they won the championship parade. The club held a banquet to reward the players who had worked hard throughout the season.

Bayern won the championship this year and received a total of more than 37 million in bonuses. Next year's exposure, attendance, advertising and broadcast fees will rise, and the sales of souvenir jerseys are of course optimistic. As a result, Bayern, who has always been stingy, finally bleeds. Wang Ai's prize in the Champions League is more than 1.3 million. Muller, Ribery, and Robben are probably in their early 1 million. Boateng and Timoshchuk can also reach 100. Ten thousand, everyone in the 18-man squad is similar, and Wang Ai is a little bit more than them because of the goal bonus.

It should be said that half of the total prize money is given to the players. Of course, it can't compare with those local tycoon teams. That kind of team such as Chelsea, even if bound by the normal financial system, they can only give half, but the boss sometimes pays for himself... Moratti is the one who does this!

It is always happy to have money. Although it is not worth mentioning compared with Wang Ai's total income, it is very rich compared with Wang Ai's daily life. Wang Ai has a fixed salary of 5.6 million, a league goal bonus of 550,000, a league championship bonus of 200,000, and the Champions League side has 1.3 million, plus the league winning bonus, the German Cup winning bonus, etc., this season also Bayern got 10 million euros.

Wang Ai usually spends almost no money. He only spends 2,000 euros a month on meals. The hobbies of ordinary stars include drinking, traveling, collecting, gambling, and horse breeding. And Wang Ai's hobby is going to school, except for the tuition, it is nothing but a lot of time.

"Eh, did you say I had a hard life?" At the end of the dinner the next day, Wang Ai went home drunk and pulled Huang Xin to confess himself: "I remember that I belong to a rabbit. How do you feel that I should belong to a cow? Earn one month a month. A million, I only spend a few thousand, my money is going to grow hair."

"Take out the long hair for the sun."

"...What should I do?" Wang Ai leaned on the sofa and wondered: "Oh, I don't know what to do. It's been a long time since I spent money personally! I can't even spend money anymore. No way, I'm going back to China this time to be a big coin throw!"

Looking at Wang Ai who was babbling in excitement, Huang Xin rolled his eyes secretly, and when Wang Ai had enough trouble, he said, "It's better to be honest when you return home. You are about to hand over your shift, when you are sensitive."

Speaking of business matters, Wang Ai stopped making noise. After thinking about it, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Hey, then I will go abroad after I return to China and play in the top ten matches?"

"Go abroad as soon as you return? Where do you want to go?"

"How about Cuba?"

"what?"

Wang Ai pointed his finger in the direction of the study: "Among the revolutionary works on my bookshelf, only Castro is still alive."

"...This has to be specially arranged by the foreign affairs department."

"That's right, I must report to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, unless I go as a private person, hehe."

"You still have a personal identity?" Huang Xin laughed: "Ordinary people like me have a personal identity, can you do it?"

"So, let's go there. I have been thinking about it for a long time." Wang Ai Youran said: "As a philosophy undergraduate, you should check it if you have the opportunity to deepen your understanding. After all, it is a completely different social form and the same system. The products of different combinations are very valuable for discrimination."

Huang Xin nodded helplessly: "Well, go to bed first, and get up early tomorrow."

On the second day, Wang Ai and his party left Munich and landed in Qatar. After a short break, they arrived at Al Jazeera TV and recorded a one-hour interview program. Then they went out and arrived at the palace accompanied by Ambassador Zhang. They met with the Emir of Qatar and accepted. Awarded by the State of Qatar.

Coming out of the palace, Ambassador Zhang invited Wang Ai to the embassy and met an unexpected person, Mansour’s secretary.

Mansour, Manchester City boss!