roccoschili Chapter 124 The holiday is over
Chapter 124 The holiday is over
Chapter 124 The holiday is over
It's no wonder that Andrew is thinking wildly. In Barcelona, to be precise, in Catalonia, La Masia is the largest and most famous football training camp here, and 90.00% of the potential excellent seedlings will be recruited there.For a scout of a small club like him, the job here can be said to be difficult.
Strength, background, fame, influence, nothing can compare to Barcelona, how can this be contested?
For Enrique and Vilanova, the two coaches of the La Masia reserve team, as scouts, Andrew naturally knew each other, so as soon as he recognized each other, he beat a drum in his heart, lamenting that this trip was doomed. It was futile.
"You know us?"
Enrique looked at the other party with a half-smile, and asked back, then shook his head, without waiting for the other party's reply, as if he had seen through the other party's identity and purpose at a glance, and said with a smile, "Are you here to find Fan? What's the matter?" Let's just say that Tito and I are just his friends, he's not one of us."
This sentence makes it clear that Fan Bizhuang is not one of them, nor is he a member of Barcelona. If you want to do something, then do it. We are just the melon-eaters watching the show.
The disappointment had only just fermented, and before it had time to disperse throughout the body, it was filled with surprises. Hearing the news, Andrew couldn't hide the joy on his face. Fan Bizhuang's hands.
Vilanova looked back at Enrique. Enrique looked serious, but his eyes were teasing. He shook his head helplessly and did not speak.
"Fan, I have followed you for a long time, you are a genius, a real talent! You are outstanding, you have a chance to gain a foothold in the professional league! I am a scout for Las Palmas, I can recommend you to the club, if If you want, I can take you to my team, where you will develop very well, you..."
Andrew directly expressed his intention of coming, with a look of eagerness on his face. In the end, Fan Bizhuang pulled his hands out of the opponent's hands without a trace, with a slightly embarrassed look on his face.
He gave Enrique a hard look, and he interrupted Andrew who was describing a bright future: "Thank you very much for your favor, what you said is very good, Mr. Andrew, but I still can't accept it."
"This...why?" Rejected by Fan Bizhuang again, Andrew still did not give up, and continued, "Are you doubting my sincerity? Please don't think so, Fan! I am a senior scout for the club, trust me , as long as you want, you can definitely stay. Also, next season we will be able to play in the Second Division, which is a real professional league, which will be very helpful for your growth, I think..."
"Thank you very much for your kindness." Fan Bizhuang didn't want to hear any more, "But I still refuse. Sorry, I actually have a contract. I'm a professional player who has signed a formal contract with a professional club."
"Hahaha!"
Enrique finally couldn't help it anymore, and he laughed so hard that Vilanova had a helpless expression, and he was really powerless to complain about this incomprehensible friend and immediate boss.
"Okay, I won't tease you, Mr. Andrew." Enrique smiled, pointing to Fan Bizhuang and said, "This kid joined Villarreal last season. He is a professional player. He played in La Liga. There are also assists and goals in the game. So... are you sure you want to take him away and let him play in the second division?"
Andrew's expression became extremely exciting at this moment, his mouth was so big that it could almost hold a big duck egg.
At this moment, he felt a little ashamed and angry at the same time.It's not that he was angry that Enrique played tricks on him, but that he was like an idiot. He said that he was a senior scout just now. In the end, he didn't find out the fact that he was a professional player, so he rashly sent invitations to others. .Another player is a player in the top league, and I still draw big cakes in front of him, saying how good my team is, and proudly telling the other party that my team can play in the second division.
This... isn't this an idiot?
Andrew didn't stay any longer, said goodbye, and ran out of the bar as if fleeing.Enrique was still laughing, while Fan Bizhuang and Vilanova were completely speechless at the mischievous coach, and both smiled wryly and shook their heads.
Fidel put down the newspaper, glanced at the swinging wooden door, touched the lying Spring Festival with his hands, and said to himself: "It really is a bad luck, tsk tsk!"
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The next day, Fan Bizhuang took the Spring Festival with him and boarded the car back to the seaside town.
In the car, Fan Bizhuang installed the battery of his mobile phone, and then a lot of text messages appeared. He looked at them one by one, and most of them were sent by his teammates, and the content was nothing more than care and greetings.
Among them were Felisa's text messages. At the beginning, it was "Smelly rogue, what are you doing?" "Uncle Fan, why don't you reply to my message?" Did you get kidnapped, text messages are not answered, and the phone is turned off!" "If you don't turn on the phone again, I will curse you to go out and fall into the cesspit!" and so on.
Fan Bizhuang couldn't help but smile knowingly when he thought of the picture of that eccentric little girl who couldn't wait for his call and was probably mad at home.
He was about to call the little girl, but the phone rang first.
It's Mr. Reuben, assistant coach.
As soon as it was connected, there was a roar like a volcanic eruption.
"Damn it, you bloody bastard! Did you finally turn on the phone? I thought you were missing or kidnapped! Brat, where did you go? I've been calling you every day for a month. But it’s always a reminder to shut down the phone! My God, if you don’t show up again, I’m going to call the police! Ah, bastard!”
Fan Bizhuang was a little stunned by the eager voice, and also a little baffled. He asked suspiciously: "Isn't this a vacation? I'm on vacation. Why, what's the matter?"
"Who would turn off the phone on vacation? It will take nearly two months to turn it off again! I really..." Mr. Ruben over there was a little speechless, and after complaining for a while, he turned The voice asked, "Where are you now?"
"In the car. Uh, I guess I'll be back in Villarreal in the afternoon."
"Well, let's talk about it when you come back. There is something good."
"Oh, good."
After hanging up the phone, the suspicion on Fan Bizhuang's face still remained. He didn't know what made Mr. Ruben so anxious, but after thinking about it for a while, he didn't bother to think about it anymore. Anyway, Mr. Ruben said yes It's a good thing, when you go back, you will naturally know.
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"Good afternoon, Mr. Leto."
Fan Bizhuang, wearing a sports backpack, stood in front of the gate of the club, and greeted the doorman Leto with a smile.Leto is a little old man in his fifties. He has worked here for nearly 30 years. He is considered the most senior employee of the club and is respected by everyone on weekdays.
Leto was holding a teacup and flipping through the newspaper wearing reading glasses. When he heard someone greet him, he looked up and saw Fan Bizhuang, with a smile on his face: "Hello, Oriental boy! Ha, you have to come back But it’s really early, you are the first player to come to the club to report, very good, very good!”
Fan Bizhuang nodded, and was about to lift his foot to enter the gate, but Leto leaned over mysteriously and reminded softly: "Fan, you have to be careful, Mr. Manuel and the others have been looking for you for more than a month. , I’m almost going crazy, I’m guessing I’m angry now, don’t get me wrong.”
"Do you know what happened, Mr. Leto?" Fan Bizhuang frowned and asked softly.
"I'm just a gatekeeper. I don't know what it is. But recently, people often come to the club. They have an oriental face like you. It should, it should... Well, look, it's that guy."
While the two were talking, Mr. Leto suddenly yelled and pointed at Fan Bizhuang's back. Fan Bizhuang turned around and saw an old acquaintance walking towards him.
The person who came was Geng Ziyu, and as soon as he saw Fan Bizhuang, he ran over excitedly as if he had been spat out, and shouted as he ran, "Brother Fan! My brother Fan! I finally I found you, where did you go for the past two months? I was almost driven crazy! Fortunately, fortunately, you are finally back, woo woo woo..."
With the sharp voice, the mournful expression, coupled with the appearance of weeping, Fan Bizhuang had the illusion that he abandoned him, but was pursued by the resentful woman.
He didn't know that Geng Ziyu had been driven crazy by his boss for the past two months. The interviews and materials he had agreed to were delayed again and again because he couldn't find the right owner. In the end, there was nothing wrong. Geng Ziyu can only stay here every day, hoping to defend Fan Bizhuang.
This observation lasted for more than a month. During this period, after discussing with the boss, Geng Ziyu simply cooperated with Villarreal in the name of the newspaper. Real seeks domestic sponsors.
The condition is that "Football House" will become Villarreal's only official cooperative media in China, and the club will open the door to allow them to follow up, shoot and interview the club, and the players must also cooperate with their exclusive interviews.
There is no club that does not covet the Chinese market with a population of 13 billion. Little do they know that the top giants of La Liga, Real Madrid, always go to East Asia under various banners, with the purpose of developing the Chinese market. There is indeed no reason for Villarreal to refuse the cooperation. After the investigation and board meeting, "Football Home" and Villarreal officially established a strategic partnership.
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(End of this chapter)