After Real Madrid's draw with Villarreal, it was the international break.

The Spanish national team is training, Forlan is still the role that is ignored by Spain, but unlike his heart to join the Real Madrid first team, he does not have too much obsession with the national team, and he has always been in the idea of going with the flow for Spain. In fact, it is true, how can a person have so many obsessions, Fran is very open to this, if Spain does not need him, it may really not need him. It's still like that, the more times he has been ignored and rejected, he has become accustomed to it.

The club has temporarily suspended training, after all, there are very few people like Forlan who do not have a national team assignment at Real Madrid. But in the days when Fran should have been completely ignored, a figure who had rarely dealt with him since he signed a contract called him and told him a message, or rather a notice was more appropriate. This person is Carvajal, Spain's one-handed agent, and it is understandable to ignore him in ordinary days.

"Fran, at that café near the Bernabeu Stadium, there's a gentleman who is a noble man to you who wants to talk to you. ”

The meeting was made mysterious and formal, but Fran was confused. Before the appointed time, he sat in the café wearing casual denim and skis on his skates, hesitated for a long time and ordered a glass of carrot juice as usual.

It's just that when the waiter put the carrot juice down in front of him, Fran looked at Pavon who was sitting directly across from him and blinked a little blankly, this is what Carvajal said about the honored guest, what are you kidding?

Pavin didn't know where to sit before, and he sat down with a coffee cup compared to Fran, who was casually leaning on a back chair and drinking vegetable juice with a straw in his mouth, but in this contrast, the person opposite was still at ease, and the embarrassment became himself. This kind of understanding made Pavin even more depressed, and it was rare to get straight to the point, "Do you think there is anything wrong with the cooperation between us, I mean the cooperation between the two central defenders?"

The reason he used the phrase 'double centre-back' was because he had been playing at left-back in the reserves, and in the back three of Castilla, no one could shake the central defensive role of Francisco Alvarez. In Real Madrid, there is no place for him at full-back, but he cannot play in the current situation of Elguera not being rotated, which also shows that he cannot compete for this "loser" at central defender.

But what's wrong with the two centre-backs? Forlan hasn't thought he's going to be given up since he joined the first team, so what's the problem for him? He was silent at first, but looking at Pavon, who seemed a little annoyed because he didn't get an answer, he still racked his brains to think about the answer, "You said that we cooperated? "I've known each other since the youth team, and apart from Casillas, the most familiar style of play in this team is Pavon.

"It's a 433 line-up now, yes, but there's always going to be competition between the two centre-backs, isn't it?" Pavon was referring to himself and Fran anymore.

"You mean, positional conflicts?" Fran said after a long day of thinking about what the competition meant, and said tentatively in a way that he thought he understood correctly.

Always, the victory always starts with Francisco Pavón, but Francisco Álvarez is a man who never sees him as a rival and, of course, a friend. 'If you play as a three-centre-back, where do you think you can be?'

Fran looked calm and silent, and Pavon continued, "With your current game experience, you can't fully understand when to attack and defend, you can't control your own rhythm well, and you can't adjust your partner's tempo......"

Fran listened to Pavon as he took a large sip of carrot juice in his cup, and before he could swallow the drink, he noticed Pavon's clearly visible black face. Pavon still doesn't like his attitude, always indifferent off the court, sometimes shrewd and sometimes confused, but the most annoying thing is that you can't tell if sometimes he is pretending to be confused because of his shrewdness.

But for Forlan, he knows that he will be hot-headed and lose his mind because of the atmosphere in the stadium and tiptoe to please the fans, so he does not feel that Pavon's statement is wrong, he may not lack experience in the game, but after all, he has only been in the top flight for a short time and there is still a lot to learn.

But looking at Fran's thoughtful and deserved expression, Pavon felt that the offensive fist that he had been thinking about for a long time and full of deep meaning was like hitting cotton, he thought that a sharp knife would not hurt Fran at all, this person is a tough stone on the field, but in fact, his character is a dough that is kneaded if it is not painful or itchy. He was reeling from these circumstances last season, and the same thing doesn't seem to have any effect on Forlan at all, let alone a comeback.

Pavon felt his anger suppressed in his chest, unable to vent but unable to digest. What he said is a mediocre person for this "newcomer to the squad", where does he get his blind confidence, has he forgotten that when he thought he was about to be promoted, it was he Pavon who was selected to join the first team? In this case, what about the qualifications of the national team? Now he has indeed joined Real Madrid with himself, and it seems that he has been pressed on the bench because of Queiroz's attention, but the national team itself is still one step ahead.

Most of the carrot juice has been drained by him, Fran smacked his mouth and put the cup on the table, "Isn't the Spanish national team training camp? Why haven't you gone to the assembly yet?"

Fran himself simply and directly uncovered the pain that Pavon thought belonged to him, he looked at Pavon who turned around and left without answering, innocently reached out and touched the glass on the table in front of him, until he confirmed that Pavon was gone, and lowered his head to grin a wicked smile. At this moment, a person sat down in front of him again, and Fran looked up in surprise before he could put away his smile, and this expression was caught in the eyes of the man who had just watched the scene.

"Lars Lagbeck—" the visitor introduced himself, and shook Fran's hand in a friendly manner. Fran quickly got up, and then he realized who Carvajal was talking about who was a noble person to him. The new head coach of the Swedish national team deliberately met with him before the national team training camp, thinking that it was not that he was narcissistic and conceited that he wanted to think about the west, but it was really meaningful.

"Head coach of the Swedish national team. Fran swallowed unconsciously, and Ragbeck raised his hand to signal him to sit down, saying, "Looks like you know something about me, so it's not uncommon for me to come here." ”

He didn't know very well, but Fran did know him. Not only because he is the head coach of the Swedish national team, but also because of the way he coached two years ago. Two years ago, Sweden's then-head coach Soderbergh invited Lagerbeck to co-coach with him, a form of coaching that was unique at the World Cup at the time. After the 2002 World Cup, Soderbergh left the position of head coach, and Lagerbeck became the only head coach of the Swedish national team.

His arrival was certainly not unexpected, as joining the Swedish national team was also on Forlan's radar.

'Somebody else, I can talk to him about Nodal, Lidholm, Brolin because they're superstars in the Swedish national team, but you've always been raised in Spain and lived in Madrid, so I'm going to have to do it differently. Lagerbeck said, the same carrot juice he had ordered was brought by the waiter, he took a sip, and then raised an eyebrow at Fran, "Look at how delicious you drink, I thought it was delicious." ”

'Sweden, with Larsson, with Ljungberg, with Zlatan Ibrahimovic, you found it, it's all midfield. We appreciate and value your defensive prowess, Fran. Ragbeck said familiarly, and Fran looked at the table in front of him in silence without speaking, rubbing his fingers back and forth under the table.

Ragbeck, of course, understood that this matter required him to think deeply, and he chose to change the subject, "I heard the conversation between you and your teammates just now, what do you think about the rhythm of what he said?"

"He didn't say that I should completely listen to Elgra, and I can't let Elgra follow me and let me be happy, otherwise how will this ball be played?"

"There are a lot of talented players who are coordinated and taken care of by the big teams, and there are so many talented players in La Liga, most of the players are lonely when they transfer to other teams, why?" Although Lagerbeck is far less well-known than other managers, this does not prevent him from having his own summary of opinions. At this time, it is very useful to guide and brush up on the goodwill, "You can only play at a level in certain circumstances, because they only know how to play their own rhythm, and they don't know how to sacrifice themselves for the team." You adapt to him now, and if you succeed, you will be able to adapt to others in the future. ”

"In the top teams, yes, you are a lucky one, if you want to get closer, you need to play against strong opponents and gain experience to improve yourself, and of course you have an advantage in that at Real Madrid. And the players that these teams want to focus on will always be protected by teammates - those who are worthy of world-class teams, such as Liverpool's Owen, Juventus' Piero, your Real Madrid's Raul, all like that. You can't do that, not because you're not a genius and Real Madrid can't pave the way for you, but because none of these teams can develop a defender to be the heart and banner of their home. ”

"If I join the Swedish national team, you will develop me and become the core and banner of the team?" Forlan pushed the empty cup forward, and Lagerbeck looked up at him and smiled at the response, "If you have that kind of ambition, that's not bad." He brushed that question aside, at least until he officially joined the Swedish national team, and he couldn't have given him a detailed introduction to the players and his style of play, and he didn't make promises lightly.

"Against Villarreal, you want to press the tempo, even if your team-mates don't react during the game, your manager will understand it from the perspective of an onlooker. But so what? Real Madrid's rhythm can be Raul, Guti, Zidane, Beckham, not a defender, even if he tries to argue with you...", he said with a smile that seemed to be extremely funny, "Pavon who tried to argue with you couldn't have done it last season. You have to make sacrifices when you play, and you are destined to not play fluently. Of course, the difficulty of going up and down the river is different, it's up to you. ”

Ragbeck's guidance made Fran fall into deep thought, and Lagbeck didn't interrupt his train of thought, looking up left and right, and noticed a paparazzi holding a camera in the corner for a moment. Realizing that he had been discovered, the other party hurriedly grabbed his equipment and ran away, but neither Fran, who had not found him, nor Lagerbeck, who had found him, had no intention of stopping him.

"What do you think of the Spanish national team?" Forlan suddenly asked, and Lagerbeck turned his gaze back to see that he was not joking but genuinely questioning, "I want to tell you that the national team doesn't need you, only Sweden needs you." But obviously I can't, Spain needs you, but they don't have your place right now. ”

"So what do you think of the Swedish national team?"

"It allows you to be involved in Euro 04 as a first-choice centre-back. ”