Chapter 192: Summer trip to China
Wang Feng was moved and felt sweet in his heart. Isn't the most beautiful feeling mutual devotion? When the two of them were immersed in the romantic atmosphere again, Wang Tian interrupted them without hesitation this time: "Hey hey, stop being lovey-dovey, come to the cabin quickly and have some snacks. The chef specially made date paste sesame cakes. They're best enjoyed while hot."
The two exchanged smiles at each other's words, held hands, and entered the cabin to continue their eating and playing.
The canal looked somewhat dark in the evening, but the lights on both sides and the moonlight reflected in the water created a unique charm. The three of them changed into long coats and chatted at the bow of the boat. Topics like Wang Feng's matches and school life were endless.
As bedtime approached, Wang Tian hugged Lu Yao and shooed Wang Feng away jokingly, "Go away, tonight Yao Yao will sleep with me, you have no chance." Wang Feng chuckled awkwardly. He hadn't even thought about taking it further yet. After bidding each other goodnight, they went to sleep.
Waking up in Hangzhou from their dream, when they woke up the next day, the pleasure boat had already docked at the pier. The three of them continued their journey with high spirits. During this time, Wang Feng and Lu Yao's relationship quickly heated up.
When the Inter Milan team arrived in China, Wang Feng returned to training according to plan. However, he always wore a faint smile on his face, and everyone could tell he was in a very good mood.
Ribery asked Zanetti with a puzzled expression, "What's up with the boss? Why has he been laughing foolishly? Hasn't the joy of winning the championship faded yet?"
Zanetti said, "I guess he's in love. Wang is at the age where he should be looking for a girlfriend." Saying this, he recalled bits and pieces with his wife in his mind and couldn't help but smile.
Ribery was still puzzled: "What's wrong with being in love? Even though I have Magali, I'm not this happy!"
Zanetti suddenly woke up, remembering Ribery's girlfriend Magali, who was even more muscular than him, and he shuddered involuntarily. He hadn't expected Ribery, with his rugged appearance, to have such rugged tastes in women.
"Forget it," he said impatiently. Ribery scratched his head in confusion, "I'll ask Magali later why being in love makes people laugh foolishly. I wonder if she'll give me a good scolding."
Soon, news of Wang Feng's relationship spread throughout the team. He openly admitted it, and Civu asked, "Was it the beautiful girl you took a photo with on the day of the championship? The one who stood beside you?"
After Wang Feng nodded, everyone burst into lamentation. "It's infuriating! He plays football well, looks handsome, and his girlfriend is so beautiful. How are we supposed to live?"
They joked around for a while until Coach Mancini came over. Mancini had a relatively mild temperament, and he got along well with the players, despite being new to the team.
He knew that most of the players on this team had experienced the previous season's five-title dynasty, and their mentality was somewhat arrogant. Therefore, it was best to gradually train the team rather than rush things, as it could easily breed discontent.
Upon receiving the appointment, Mancini immediately called Wang Feng, knowing that he was the true core of the team. How to handle him became his first and most critical lesson.
Surprisingly, Wang Feng was very easy to talk to. He welcomed Mancini's arrival with respect and humility in his words, without a hint of arrogance or disdain. This made Mancini feel as if he were basking in the spring breeze and couldn't help but marvel, "No wonder Wang Feng has been successful!"
The strategy Mancini devised for Wang Feng was to completely unleash his attacking ability. Yes, he believed that in Wang Feng's first two seasons at Inter Milan, despite winning the Golden Boot both times, his attacking ability had not been fully utilized.
"You should show more aggression. Through studying match footage, I've noticed that your shot selection is often the most rational, ensuring a high conversion rate of goals. But it weakens the omnipresent threat of a striker."
"Take more shots, or shall I say, take more wild shots? Haha, under my command, you can do that without restriction."
Wang Feng nodded. Before taking a shot, he would subconsciously judge the success rate based on his senses. If he felt it was low, he would choose to abandon the shot and reorganize the attack.
Although he also scored some miraculous goals, those were shots where his senses told him the ball would definitely go in, like long-range curlers or overhead kicks.
But a low success rate shot didn't necessarily mean it wouldn't go in. In fact, adjusting the angle of the shot, body posture, and power could all increase the chance of scoring. Wang Feng had lacked this kind of opportunity in the past, thus not developing this skill.
Now, with the coach's support, he felt eager to try it out, becoming a true nightmare for defenders and threatening the goal anytime, anywhere in the field. Which striker wouldn't want that?
Before the friendly match, Wang Feng accepted an interview. When Zhang Jun asked about the goals for the new season, Wang Feng said, "Of course, it's to defend the league and Champions League titles! We'll get even better in the new season, and this goal isn't unreasonable."
Wang Feng's confident demeanor made Zhang Jun silently nod. His status was different now; he was about to become a double laureate. Being too humble at this point would seem overly weak.
"What do you think of the gap between Inter Milan and Shanghai Shenhua? How should Chinese football develop to produce more superstars like yourself?"
Wang Feng smiled, "I haven't studied Shenhua yet, so I don't know their specific strength, but Inter Milan will go all out and use the main lineup to compete."
"I think the development of Chinese football should be diversified. Individuals, clubs, and organizations should develop together, giving everyone the opportunity to play professionally."
"Football is the world's number one sport, and its corresponding industry has tremendous commercial value. Many people can completely make a living from this. When more people eat this meal, naturally, fertile soil will be formed."
"Of course, this needs to be established on the basis of no one monopolizing the market." Wang Feng winked, and Zhang Jun chuckled, avoiding this topic.
On the day of the friendly match, the stands of Shanghai Shenhua's home field, Hongkou Football Stadium, were packed, and many fans who couldn't get tickets gathered outside the stadium, reluctant to leave.
When Wang Feng stepped onto the field, everyone stood up excitedly, applauded vigorously, and shouted, "Wang Feng, come on!" Wang Feng bowed to all four sides of the stadium to express his gratitude.
Ribery came to Wang Feng's side: "Hey, boss, your football market is so hot. Even the top clubs in Europe are no match for you. Why can't you play out?"
Wang Feng smiled and patted Ribery's head without saying a word. You're still too young! It's impossible to expect others to give way. Even he had to compromise.
After the match started, domestic players and fans realized the gap between themselves and top clubs. Shanghai Shenhua couldn't get the ball from Inter Milan's defense, while Wang Feng used his technical and physical advantages to launch continuous attacks.
Shenhua's defenders couldn't help but feel despair. Are these people really Chinese? Why are they so tough?
Wang Feng had 12 shots throughout the game, scoring three goals. In the end, Inter Milan won 7-0.
Next, they handed a 6-0 defeat to Dalian, with Wang Feng scoring twice and then sitting on the bench early.
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