roccoschili Chapter 371 Goodbye
Chapter 371 Goodbye
Chapter 371 Goodbye
When Fan Bizhuang and Molina were preparing to go to the eastern land thousands of miles away, in a manor on the outskirts of Madrid, two old men sat opposite each other.
If Fan Bizhuang were here, he would definitely recognize them. One of these two old men is the current chairman of Villarreal Roig, and the other is the Spanish national team that rejected him. Coach Aragones.
Roig came here full of anger, but at this moment, his face was extremely calm, he didn't speak, just silent.
Sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the olive trees in the courtyard, and the pale golden light enveloped the two elderly people. The fragrance of flowers and plants filled the surroundings, and unknown insects called them from time to time, making the atmosphere quiet and peaceful.
I don't know how long it took before the quiet atmosphere was finally broken. Roig opened his eyes from his doze. He looked at his friend and said softly, "Are you sure you want to do this, Louis?"
Aragones turned his head, the expression on his face was like the sunshine in spring, warm and peaceful, he patted his chest lightly: "My health is getting worse...Fernando, you know my character, I will not easily change the decision that has been made."
"Okay." Roig smiled wryly and shook his head slightly, "I have to say, I'm sorry, in my opinion, this summer's trip to Austria may be a very good one for Fan. Meaningful travel, I have to admit that the current national team is indeed very strong, and there are one or two world-class players in each position. It can be said that it is not so necessary for Fan. But the accumulation of experience in major competitions is very necessary. In the future, I think you should have more consideration and preparation."
Aragones nodded, then shook his head, the cloudy eyes were full of wisdom: "Because of this, I decided not to bring him this time."
"You always have your reasons, and once you make up your mind, you don't change it. The media and the fans out there are arguing, don't you need to explain it?"
Aragones continued to shake his head: "No need. As long as I am still in this position for a day, then my decision must be implemented. As for the doubters, ha...do you think I will care?"
"You really don't care, you're just a stubborn old man." A slight sarcasm appeared on the corner of Roig's mouth, "It's like how you excluded Gonzalez in spite of the opposition of the entire Iberian Peninsula. Same, yes?"
Gonzalez refers to Raul Gonzalez Blanco. For a long time, Prince Bernabéu was not only the spiritual leader of Real Madrid, but also a banner of the matador, saying that he is a national idol Can't be overemphasized.In the most difficult years of the Spanish national team, Raul dragged the bullfighter forward almost by himself.
But it was such a banner figure who can be called a spiritual leader, but was finally "driven" out of the national team by Aragones ruthlessly.
This incident caused an uproar in Spain and even the entire European football world at the time, but Aragones did not explain much. The ups and downs of the outside world did not seem to have anything to do with him.
Later, the turmoil gradually subsided—especially after the lack of Raul in the Spanish national team, the results were surprisingly better and better, and the doubts and criticisms from the outside world gradually disappeared. Even those who don't want to admit it can't find any mistakes.
But this time, Aragones obviously wanted to play the drama of "Let it rain and wind blow, and I will stand still". Of course, the turmoil of Fan Bizhuang's failure to be selected for the national team cannot be compared with Raul. , the pressure Aragones faces will inevitably be much smaller.
Roeg also knows this, which is why he made a sarcasm.
He lost interest in continuing the conversation. Even though he already understood that Aragones had his own plans, he still seemed less interested. He stood up, sighed, waved his hands, and turned to leave.
Aragones' voice sounded behind him.
"You know, Fernando, Van and Gonzalez, are different."
"For this European Cup, I don't have much certainty. And, as soon as the summer is over, I will leave."
"Believe me, this experience is nothing. He is destined to have a bright future, whether it is in the club or in the... national team."
Roig's figure has gradually faded away, gradually disappearing at the end of the horizon. Aragones didn't know whether this old friend heard what he said.
However, everything is not important anymore, Aragones sighed softly, and closed his eyes again.
The sun still fell warmly on the yard, and the golden radiance covered the surface of the old man's body, as serene as before.
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Early morning, Valencia Airport.
Small towns do not have their own airports. If you want to go abroad by air, you can only go to the capital city of Valencia. Of course, you can also go to Barcelona or Madrid, where the airports are bigger and more luxurious.
After everything was ready, and after communicating with Xtep in China, Fan Bizhuang and others did not look far away, but decided to take off from Valencia, fly directly to Amsterdam in the Netherlands, and then transfer to China. capital.
Outside the airport at this moment, Fan Bizhuang was carrying a sports backpack and standing on the street. Beside him was his exclusive follower, Geng Ziyu.Geng Ziyu was originally a football reporter stationed in Europe. Because of Fan Bizhuang, he stayed in the small town all the time. Now that Fan Bizhuang decided to go to China, he naturally wanted to follow.It is not only to follow up and report on Fan Bizhuang's domestic itinerary, but also to report on his work when he returns home. Another point is that "Football Home" also cooperates with Xtep, and he can also play the role of a middleman, providing Fan Bizhuang and Xtep Build a "bridge" between companies.
Geng Ziyu looked at Fan Bizhuang, who only had a sports backpack all over his body, and looked at his own bag and bag, and said speechlessly: "Master Fan, did you really travel to China? Compared with you, I am I feel like a nouveau riche returning home, moving home with big and small bags..."
Fan Bizhuang took out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket, pulled down the baseball cap on his head, and shrugged.
His main purpose of this trip to China is to relax, to see that familiar but unfamiliar country, and to feel his "hometown".As for shooting commercials for Xtep, it can only be regarded as incidental.
As for Geng Ziyu, maybe he hasn’t returned home for several years, and now he’s returning home with him, not only buying specialties in small towns, but also spending half a day in the capital city, almost visiting all the big shopping malls in Valencia. With the current scene, Reporter Geng had seven or eight bundles hanging all over his body, all of which were gifts for his seven aunts and eight aunts.
Seeing that Fan Bizhuang was not interested in speaking, nor was he willing to help at all, with two bags of baggage, Geng Ziyu had no choice but to lament his carelessness in making friends with a sad face.
"By the way, Mr. Molina is going to park the car. Why hasn't he come here for so long?"
Geng Ziyu asked again.
Fan Bizhuang still kept silent, even took out a Walkman from his backpack and put on the earphones.
"Well, I can already imagine how boring this journey is."
Geng Ziyu curled his lips and sighed.
It was at this time that Fan Bizhuang, who had been looking around, suddenly moved. He raised his foot and walked towards the small square not far away.
"Master Fan, you...where are you going?" Geng Ziyu subconsciously asked.
"Meet an acquaintance, I'll go and see."
Leaving these words behind, Fan Bizhuang's footsteps became faster and faster, and he quickly ran away.Geng Ziyu shook his head because he didn't know, and he didn't pay too much attention. Anyway, Mr. Molina hadn't come yet, and it wasn't time to board the plane. Master Fan wanted to go for a walk, so he let him go.
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In the corner of the small square, the crowd sparsely formed a circle, and a pale little girl stood quietly without any words, just performing the movements in her hands, playing the violin over and over again.
There were not many crowds of onlookers, and the occasional passers-by did not pay much attention. When the song ended, there were only two or three applause, and a few small denomination papers fell in the piano box in front of the little girl.
The audience gradually left, the little girl put down the violin silently, turned around and sat on the stone pier beside her to rest.
A tall and straight figure suddenly appeared in front of her, and then, the teenager wearing a baseball cap took out his wallet, took out all the green bills inside, put them gently in the piano case, and then turned around.
Even though the teenager was wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap, the little girl recognized him immediately.
"Big brother?"
The figure paused, the boy turned his head, took off his sunglasses, and revealed a smile as bright as the sun.
"Long time no see, little sister."
The pale face seemed to be jumping with joy, and a smile appeared on the little girl's face: "It's been a long time since I saw you. I didn't expect to meet you, big brother, here."
Fan Bizhuang nodded, and reached out to touch the girl's head: "Aren't you in the small town? I often go to the square, but I haven't seen you since then."
"Me and my partner are walking around."
The little girl played the violin in her hand, and the smile on her face never faded.
Fan Bizhuang felt inexplicably sad. He had this kind of experience before, but... being able to call "wandering" lightly as "stop and go" is such an optimistic attitude towards life.
Fan Bizhuang was silent for a while, and the little girl spoke again: "Are you still playing the piano today? Why aren't those two beautiful sisters with you?"
The little girl handed over the piano, and Fan Bizhuang shook his head with a broken smile: "I can't. They are not in Spain now. Next time, see you next time, and they will play a nice song for you together." .”
Fan Bizhuang patted the little girl's head again, said goodbye, and was about to turn around and leave.
"Big brother, your money..."
"It's your money... Goodbye, little girl, I look forward to seeing you next time."
Fan Bizhuang waved his hands behind his back, and gradually walked away.
"Big brother is a good man."
The little girl looked at the figure who had walked into the airport hall in the distance, and gently stroked the body of the piano, as if sighing, and whispering to her only little friend.
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"Van, you're back. I thought you got cold feet."
Seeing Fan Bizhuang walking into the lobby with a backpack on his back, Molina, who had already parked the car, greeted him.He just complained a few words, then pulled Fan Bizhuang and walked straight to the boarding gate.
"Get on the plane, it's almost time."
Fan Bizhuang nodded, and walked slowly towards the boarding gate with Molina who also only carried a backpack.
And behind them, Geng Ziyu, with big bags and small bags, followed slowly with a bitter expression on his face.
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