Real Madrid's match on 12 December, before the winter break, was caught up in bomb rumours during the game, so it was decided to postpone the remaining six minutes of the game. Less than a year after the bombing of Madrid, another local symbol of Madrid was threatened with terror, and the dispersed crowd revealed a deep panic.

Real Madrid drew 1-1 with Real Sociedad as a provisional result and played six minutes in the repertoire. After the game, people paid more attention to the police's investigation of the incident than the score, but apart from most of the appeasement and perfunctory, they did not get any so-called gimmicks that newspaper reporters wanted.

When the La Liga winter break arrived, Casillas and his newly met girlfriend were currently in the warming stage, and Forlan was left alone by his friend. There is a channel on the official website that the United States will hold a comic book exhibition around the Christmas holiday, and Fran, who is in a panic, does not hesitate to book tickets online immediately, planning to go on a trip.

With a moment of preparation, Fran remembered to report his vacation to Carvajal. When Carvajal heard about this, he immediately recorded it, "That means if I arrange things for you outside of that, there will be no problem, right?" Fran blinked, "It stands to reason that this is true, but what will be the arrangement?"

Carvajal laughed dryly, "Let you make money, are you happy?" "Mr. Carvajal, should I answer happy or unhappy?"

Regardless of Carvajal's opinion, Fran should be happy or unhappy, anyway, Fran patted his ass and ran to the United States, leaving his agent's stomach behind. When Casillas heard about this, he laughed angrily at what this guy said was good and trusted Carvajal wholeheartedly, and said that it was a heartless move, "When you are sold, maybe you will still help count the money!"

"Well, with Raul and you, he won't sell me. Fran was packing his luggage while talking to Casillas, who was less than two hundred meters away from his home, Casillas choked, and couldn't refute his words, it sounded like it was just a casual encounter, I really don't know if he was missing eyes or too big a heart, "Don't forget the Christmas party, it's best to bring a female companion!"

"You've been having a hot fight with a little model lately, and you can ask her to introduce me to one, even if it's for a party. Fran confirmed that all the documents and luggage were packed, snapped his fingers in satisfaction, sat on the sofa and stretched his legs, Casillas snorted, "Introduce it to you, don't go out to eat and watch movies with others when you turn around, you will know to stay at home and read comics and play games"

"Okay, okay, that's it, wait for me to come back from the comic show~" I only listened to the result of 'introducing it to you'.

Casillas looked at the phone that had been left in his hand and had a special headache. Forget it, it won't be troublesome, and he doesn't have to worry about Fran being interested in the captain's position. Thinking of this, Casillas crossed his hands to support his chin and fell into thought.

This year's Comic-Con International was held in California, and Fran took out the holidays to plan to have a good time for a few days, which can be regarded as compensation for finally getting off the bench. Wearing a baseball cap with a DSLR camera around his neck, he was no different from the others attending the show, at most he was not wearing fancy clothes, Fran pressed the brim of his hat and walked in, and noticed that there were a few girls next to him who were chattering and looking at him, he grinned at them, and he didn't know if he was recognized or just thought he was more handsome?

Well, he thinks the latter makes him a little happier.

Thinking like this, he looked back again, and for a moment he didn't look at the road ahead, and accidentally bumped into someone. Fran hurriedly said Losiento, and the next second he realized that he was now in the United States, and quickly apologized again in English. Fran looked up and was startled by the tall and strong man in front of him, and the man in the hat and sunglasses complained in a low voice, but his first reaction was to make sure that the hat and sunglasses could still block him. At a glance, Fran thought that this might be a well-known figure, and maybe he was also an athlete based on his size.

Then with an exclamation from the people around him, the tall man around him was surrounded by more and more people, although Fran was a little embarrassed, listening to their words seemed to be a football player, but still quietly walked out of the crowd. When he finally got out of the crowd composed of a group of rough men, before he could be happy, the girls just now ran over to ask for a group photo. Forlan looked at the American fans in front of him, and while signing the signature of 'handsome, handsome, extremely handsome', he whispered to them which player of Real Madrid they liked the most, and the result was a unified answer of 'Beckham'. Although Fran had expected it, he looked dissatisfied, and made the girls around him laugh.

Surrounded by a group of rough men, the tall man who was almost suffocated crossed the crowd and saw that the initiator seemed to be recognized as well, but he was leisurely chatting with the beauties. He frowned and signed the autograph book in his hand before saying that he would stop, and walked out, and the fans around him no longer continued to besiege him, after all, there are not many 'sports lovers' who come here. When Fran felt that he was shrouded in a shadow, he raised his head and saw the unlucky guy just now, and the girls let out a scream that Fran thought would only have when he saw 'Beckham', and the next second he was grabbed by this tall man and walked forward, like a friend for many years.

Fran was shocked by this development, not to mention that it was all the more obvious. At 185cm and 75kg, Francisco Álvarez has always felt that he is strong enough to let us tolerate this kid who subconsciously hypnotizes himself to be as tall as Casillas, but at this moment he suddenly feels like a weak chicken compared to this buddy. Speaking of which, is it really okay for him to run at his height and weight? Why does he think that this guy doesn't look like he can run and play football, but can run over a qiē on a rampage?

Thinking like this in his head, Fran asked, "Speaking of which, brother, how tall are you?" and then felt a little abrupt, and quickly introduced himself, "Francisco Álvarez, Spaniard." ”

"Your English is good," the man finally put his hand down, "102kg, 193cm, if that's what you're asking about my name, Tom Brady." ”

"So your name is Tom? Oh, that's a popular name. Fran said, and Brady laughed, "It's like your Francisco is unique." ”

Also, don't say anything about the two popular names, and don't laugh at anyone.

Brady felt a little embarrassed by the colleague who was choked by his words, "Iamafootballplayer." Fran was stunned, he didn't expect him to be a football player, "Metoo." ”

The two men were dumbfounded.

By the time the two 'peers' found a café to sit and chat, Fran still didn't quite understand what American football wanted such a tall man to do, but he suddenly put down his coffee, "Oh wait, you're a professional football player?"

Brady was stunned by his question, and then remembered what it means to play football in Spain or in Europe, "So, you are a football player?

Fran rubbed his cheeks in frustration, feeling like the two of them were making a big joke, "I'm in Real Madrid, Real Madrid, you know what?" Brady spread his hands, "Maybe, but that's just an impression at best." ”

Although Fran had expected this sentence when he asked the question, he still pouted and expressed his dissatisfaction when he got this answer. Brady thought the kid looked really interesting, and all his thoughts were clear at a glance, and he didn't hide it on his face, "I'm on the NFL Patriots, and the Patriots were Super Bowl champions last year. Seeing that the kid continued to pout, Brady arched his fire and said, "And I'm the Super Bowl MVP and the American Player of the Year." ”

"I know the truth," Fran looked up and winked innocently, "but what is the Super Bowl?"

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At the Christmas party, which is the custom of Real Madrid, it is generally not strictly required to bring your girlfriend to the party. Fran's female companion is Casillas's girlfriend's best friend, a German, her appearance has a strong Germanic trace, but the three-dimensional facial features do not look aggressive, but with a feminine. As for Beckham's so-called former assistant, he didn't send any more news to Fran after Beckham fired her, and Fran didn't contact him again.

Because it was an internal party, it wasn't very formal, and Fran and Casillas walked in front and back, and it was already bustling with activity. Although Forlan has attended many of these intra-squad meetings as a member of Real Madrid's academy, it still takes a while for him to settle into the situation. He had never brought a female companion before, not even Benita, who had known him for many years, and was often ridiculed by several acquaintances in the team for this. This time he brought a female companion, but he believed that this time because of this change, the ridicule he would usher in was bound to only increase.

After inquiring about the German girl next to her, Fran returned with two glasses of wine. Fran, who had always rarely touched the alcohol, also held the wine glass appropriately, his eyes were focused on the woman who was talking, his hair seemed to be the cause of the hairspray shining in the light, the dark brown hair was softly placed on his forehead, and the honey-colored eyes were rare without any negativity, sweet like a love poem, although the corners of his mouth did not move, she could still see the smile in his eyes.

The German girl gradually stopped talking, and looked at the man in front of her with some trepidation, until she realized that she was looking away in a panic, and her eyes stopped looking at the pair of golden boys and girls who walked in. Fran followed her line of sight and saw the Beckhams and Owen walking in together, "Would you like to go over and say hello?" After all, she's a model, and Fran doesn't think there's anything wrong with pulling her strings.

Along the way, Fran's back and shoulders were patted by many people, and even with a meaningful smile, Fran ignored them, and didn't notice that the girl next to him had blushed. After greeting a few people, he remembered that the girl next to him had the same profession as Victoria, so he naturally introduced him.

Beckham looked at the women who had come together to chat, and his little teammates, who seemed to be relieved, looked at Owen, who had been smiling at the corners of his lips. He seems to have said something like 'he's so sweet' over and over again, and if so, he couldn't tell if he wanted to repeat it now or if he was wrong at all.

Fran, who put down the wine glass he had been holding in his hand, looked at Beckham with some sadness, "Ah, I'm so hungry, I knew I would come back when I was full." ”