I am Chuqiu Wang

Chapter 17 The Great Prophet

It was fine at first, but after a few words, his face changed.Wang Jianjun was a little confused. He had heard from Wang Hao that Pierre was so kind to him, just like his own child. But why?

It was hard to come to France once, and I couldn't watch Wang Hao get beaten, or I wouldn't have a good life until Wang Hao told his mother to sue him and return to China.

"Grandpa, take it easy and don't get shy."

Regardless of whether he could understand or not, Wang Jianjun went up to persuade him.

Finally, Wang Hao, being cunning, kept running around his father. Pierre flaunted his teeth and claws for a long time, but he didn't knock him down. Instead, the old Wang who was fighting was beaten several times.

"The old man has a lot of hands."

Wang Jianjun rubbed his face and complained to Wang Ji.

"Haha, I was also a professional player when I was young, Lao Wang, don't worry about it so much, which one of us is with whom."

Seeing that Pierre was tired, Wang Hao took the initiative to go up to beg for mercy, and it didn't hurt after a few hits. The main reason is that Lao Wang is a good MT, and the boss has entered the CD.

On the way to visit, Lao Wang finally figured out what was going on, and wanted to preach, but Wang Yu, who was sitting in the co-pilot, took out the earphone strap from his pocket and started shaking his head, not giving him a chance at all.

The taxi finally stopped by the Moselle River, and Wang Xie took the two elders to a restaurant with ease. Although he had never eaten there, he had heard from his teammates before and did some research.

Seeing the decoration of the restaurant, Wang Jianjun didn't want to go in. He thought that Pierre was there, and it would be fine to find a better place for dinner, so he reluctantly opened the door.

After sitting down, Wang Xi didn't ask any questions, and took the initiative to order. Pierre and his old Wang are both frugal. If they didn't know each other well, they would definitely not be able to sit here today.

"Wang Ji, are you a little thoughtless in doing things?"

Lao Wang, who held back all the way, finally couldn't bear it and began to preach.

"What's wrong with me?"

Seeing Wang Huo's unscrupulous appearance, Wang Jianjun felt that Wang Huo had grown up just now. Is this called growing up? How could a child who was so obedient when he was a child become like this.

"Don't you know Wenger's status, even if someone neglects you, there is no need to offend him to death."

Pierre couldn't understand Chinese, but he was an old man. He knew what was going on just by looking at Wang Jianjun's expression, and immediately threw out a series of urgent and fast French.

Wang Jianjun couldn't understand French either, and he couldn't count on Wang Hao's translation at this time, so he could only continue to preach on his own.

With a helper, Pierre fully fired, and when it came to rhyming and even talking nonsense, Wang Xi thought that this little old man had a lot of drama, knowing that he was cheering on the sidelines, and someone preached together, and his old Wang played super-level , I talked about it for more than ten minutes without repeating the same, and all the etiquette, integrity, loyalty, filial piety and righteousness have been adjusted.

Wang Huo lowered his head and said nothing, one was his father, the other was a coach who was so gracious as a mountain, and he could still be reasonable in one-on-one, but he was no match at all when the two were added together, and he couldn't help complaining that the French dishes were too delicious. slow.

During the meal, Lao Wang finally remembered the table manners, and chatted with Pierre about the recent World Cup. As a veteran football fan, some of Lao Wang's views are quite predictable.

"France this year is good. Although there are fewer young people, they are rich in experience. I feel that under the leadership of Zidane, they should be able to win the championship."

When Wang Xi translated, he felt that Lao Wang was also quite cunning. Maybe he was inherited. He is obviously a German fan, so he is flattering here.

"I think so too. The staffing of the French team is really good."

After listening to Wang Jianjun's words, Pierre's little eyes almost disappeared from laughter. This little old man didn't say anything about patriotism, and he was better than most French people.

"Brazil is also very strong this year, and Portugal's golden generation played well. Their young player Ronaldinho played very well at Manchester United." Old Wang gave his own opinion.

"Argentina performed very well in the group stage, but I think they have no hope. On the contrary, Germany played well. They finished third four years ago. This time they should want to hit a higher goal."

As a part-time translator, Wang Hao felt tired. He knew the result, but he never expected that the two would always skip the championship comments. Finally, he couldn't help but said: "Italy will win the championship!"

Saying a sentence twice, Pierre and Wang Jianjun obviously didn't expect Wang Xie to say such a thing, they were stunned for a moment and then fired again.

"Children's vision is really bad. The Italian match-fixing case was exposed. Can they play football?"

"Serie A is over, Italian football is over."

"How can you rest assured that you are abroad alone..."

The Sino-French coalition fired again, and Wang Huan wished he could hit his head on the dining table to death, and he didn't know why he was so mean, so he had to talk to him.

After a meal, Wang Ji was being preached most of the time, and he didn't eat a few mouthfuls of the exquisite meals.

Next, I took Lao Wang to play in Paris for two days and bought a lot of things for Lao Wang. Wang Hao couldn't wait to send him to the airport and drove him away.

Such is the relationship between children and parents.

I will miss it when I can’t see it, but I can’t stand it when I see it every day. There are always people nagging in my ears, wanting to be clean.

Wang Huo let out a long sigh, and suddenly felt that his thoughts were very philosophical, and he saw through the essence of family, and felt extremely melancholy for a while.

……

After returning to the team, Wang Huo started his ascetic life again, practicing three times a day in the morning, noon and evening.With his training method, it is not unreasonable to meet a devil coach like Magath in the future.

During the period, I also received a call from Pjanic, who invited him to play in Bosnia and Herzegovina, but Wang Hao refused decisively. He would not dare to go to places like the Balkans, and there might be a fight someday.

On July 7, the day of the World Cup finals, Wang Hao finally gave himself a vacation.

It is one thing to know the result, but it is also a football carnival every four years. Watching the final is like revisiting the classics.

The game is still going exactly as he knows it

Zidane got his career finale off to a good start with an imaginative whistle penalty shortly after, before almost scoring with a header.

Materazzi, who sent points in stoppage time, stepped up to make up for his mistakes, overwhelming Vieira with a header to equalize the score.

Seeing this, Wang Hao couldn't help shaking his head, Zidane is not the protagonist, and Materazzi is the male number one in this game.

Sure enough, Materazzi managed to irritate Zidane during the overtime period. In fact, the rational French king received a red card over Materazzi. In the penalty shootout, the "great left back" Grosso was the last to enter the field and scored a penalty kick. , the precarious Italy won the Hercules Cup amidst doubts.

When the game was over, Wang He’s phone rang, and Lao Wang came up and asked, “How do you know that Italy can win the championship?”

　I finally finished writing. I got off work late and went to sleep.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)