When Forlan woke up the next day, the top page of the newspaper that was placed in front of him by the elder Alr was the news about him that he had specially selected to report the news of his meeting with the Swedish head coach Lagerbeck yesterday afternoon. Old Al watched his son pause when he saw the news, and then very naturally took the milk on the table and poured half a cup of it, and began to eat breakfast, if he were not too familiar with his son's occasional glance at the newspaper, he would have taken it as a joke.

But now it's not possible.

"You're going to see the head coach of the Swedish national team?" Old Al pulled the chair away from Fran's side, he sat down next to Fran and said, "Why didn't you sue me yesterday?" Fran raised his hand and made a stop gesture in the air, and pointed to his mouth, indicating that he would wait until he finished chewing the contents of his mouth before answering his question. Old Alr didn't even notice when he had stuffed his mouth full, like a hamster with melon seeds in his mouth, thinking that he must have thought about it for delay.

Fran was a little surprised when he learned that this incident had been reported, after all, the two of them were sitting in a very remote place anyway, unless they were waiting there on purpose or a reporter who was lucky enough to explode, who would notice them? Not to mention that Fran was not so famous in Madrid, let alone Mr. Lagerbeck. He munched on his sandwich and figured out little by little, Carvajal had deliberately set up that position with Lagerbeck, and the news could only have been leaked by the big agent.

Ah, this kind of feeling of controlling yourself in your hands without consulting you about anything is really terrible.

He cleared his thoughts and looked sideways at his father, who was waiting for an answer, "The meeting arranged by Carvajal, before I met Lagerbeck, I thought it was Sisko who arranged the meeting for me!" Old Al waved his hand, signaling him not to change the subject, it didn't matter, "What did you say?"

"Ah, Mr. Lagerbeck came to Madrid to meet me before the national team training camp to wish me a new lease on the Spanish national team, and to say that the Swedish national team has no plans for me at all. Fran replied expressionlessly, seeing the expression on his father's face, "Why didn't the bear child fall when he was a child?"

"Your mother is Swede, and you didn't even join Spain's youth team before, so it's very possible to join the Swedish national team. Old Al sighed after all, "It's up to you to make your own decisions about these things, your decisions" He wanted to say, 'Your decisions are always right', but he swallowed back, "Your decisions are the most important thing." ”

Fran raised his hand and patted his father on the shoulder like a brother, thanking him for allowing him to do whatever he wanted, and what his decision would be, it would have to wait a little longer to be sure.

Francisco Alvarez is a rising star in Madrid, but there is no place for him in the Spanish national team, and the news of his meeting with the head coach of the Swedish national team has not caused much controversy. The Spanish side did not say anything about this at all, and Fran, who was calm on the surface, had in fact been staring at the ceiling with his eyes open for three days in a row, and did not fall asleep until the second half of the night, and woke up the next day to wash his face and live his normal life.

In the morning, he packed up and was going to Casillas' house to help him walk the golden retriever, and as soon as he went out, he saw the girl pushing the bicycle out next door, "Hey, Benita!" Benita looked up and smiled at him, released the handlebars with both hands, and turned back to lock the door. Fran hurriedly strode over to help her hold the bicycle, Benita turned around and saw that he was squatting in front of the bicycle touching the scratches on it, and hurriedly patted him on the back, "Oops" Fran looked at her for a long time but didn't say anything else, smiled and handed the car into her hands, looking at the scarred car unabashedly, but didn't say a word. In the early morning sun of Madrid, this young man was as lazy and gentle as the warm sun of a winter afternoon, Benita remembered that she was going to participate in club activities, and directly overturned this plan, "Where are you going?

Fran pouted at the car, "I don't dare compliment you on your skills, baby." Benita's face turned red uncontrollably, and she threatened to hit him, but Fran snatched the handlebar from her hand, "What time is it for the cycling club today?" Benita threw her backpack behind her, "There is still more than an hour before it is time to leave." Hearing this, Fran rolled her eyes, stepped onto the somewhat girly bike, and beckoned her to hurry up and sit up, "Let's go, I'll take you to see Ika first, don't let Igor know!" Benita expertly sat on the back seat and wrapped her arms around his waist, humming, "So, why didn't Igor let me see his dog?" Fran straightened his back, looked back at her with a smile on his lips, "Don't keep chasing Ika, Igor will let you see you." ”

In terms of cycling skills alone, Forlan is confident that there is no one to compare with him at Real Madrid, and if it weren't for the disgrace of the club on the bicycle in the first team, he would not have driven the car out of his way. Benita held him in one hand and texted a friend on her phone with the other, saying that she would arrive late but would definitely arrive before the trip began. Fran's car was very fast, and it didn't take long for the two of them to arrive at the door of Casillas's house, Benita was holding the car at the door, and saw Fran skillfully enter the door lock code and disappear into the gate, and after a while, he led the bolted golden retriever out.

Fran put the keys in Benita's basket and ran with the golden retriever on his back, and Benita rode beside him to follow him, keeping pace with him. It didn't take long for her to notice his obvious dark circles under his eyes, Fran's sleepless appearance always made people suspect that he was living an irregular life, but she knew how stubborn this guy was in this regard, "Are you insomnia?"

The man who was running didn't even breathe, and obediently replied, "Well, you look ahead." Benita looked at the straight road in front of her, and then turned her head to ask him, "Are you really going to the Swedish national team?" Fran casually wiped the sweat that appeared on his forehead, "So what?" Benita paused, a little sneering, "It's not that I want to see you in a team I haven't supported, it feels weird." Fran grabbed Ka and was about to walk back, watching Benita turn the car around, "Isn't there Real Madrid?"

"Then if you are in the future," Benita swallowed back in the middle of her sentence, but Fran still understood, and he stopped and looked at her solemnly, "There is no such thing as ifs." ”

After walking the dog and sending Benita to the meeting place, watching them ride away, Fran stood where he was for a long time and then turned around, and after walking for less than ten minutes, he took out his mobile phone, "Aaron, are you awake?" "God, I work at a bar and I'm busy until midnight every day, do you dare to call me early in the morning? Are you awake?

Fran was scolded by the splitting of his head and face, and touched his nose, "I'll go to your house to find you now, and you can open a door for me." "Big brother, you can't come directly, you can call me again when you get to the door!"

"Ah, I'm at your doorstep!" A minute later, Aaron Pittman opened the door in a rage, and saw Fran, who pretended to be innocent, and greeted him with his mobile phone, "I'm pretending to be too chic in the morning, and I'm going to take you a ride home in the afternoon." ”

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Fran, who had been repaired by a friend who had a sense of getting out of bed, stayed at his house in the afternoon, and when the bar opened and Aaron went to work, they hitchhiked to the bar together. Pressing the brim of his hat and following Aaron inside, the waiter who had already gone to work at first thought that this was a new bartender, and when he saw his face, he was stunned and couldn't say it. Aaron snorted and looked at Fran, who was greeting acquaintances left and right, "What do you think they had written in their eyes when they saw you?"

"This is the fan bar, the fan bar of Real Madrid," Aaron glanced back at him, "even if you are familiar with you, there are a bunch of people scolding you, you know, after the goal you conceded in the last game." You're here to scold, can those people not sympathize with you?"

"Isn't it still the top spot in the league?" Forlan unconsciously pressed the brim of his hat down deeper, and Aaron scoffed, "I thought you would say that the goal was lost because of Pavon's mistake, and you just made up for him?"

"You played in central midfield, why did you have such a bad relationship with him as a defender?" Hearing his friend's mocking tone, Fran complained helplessly.

"But what Villarreal said before the game, isn't it exciting?" Aaron asked, after all, many people now know that it was a trick by Real Madrid, and Villarreal was referring to Forlan's lack of experience, but he was punctuated the joke by a crooked attack. "Speaking of which, how does it feel to be focused on?" Aaron asked, Fran shrugged his shoulders and the corners of his mouth crooked, "It feels good to be taken seriously." ”

This guy is really blindly confident. With that in mind, he led Fran to the corner and motioned for him to sit down and go backstage to change his clothes and get ready for work. This guy agreed well, but when Aaron quickly changed his clothes and walked out, he saw the bar owner sitting with his friends and talking to each other. When the boss saw Aaron coming, he told Aaron to work hard, led Fran to the bar by the way, and finally patted him on the shoulder and left. Aaron looked at the back of the boss leaving, "Hey, so what did you say?"

"Oh, that's not all, he thinks there's something wrong with me," Fran lowered the brim of his hat a bit, "Where's my wine?"

"I envy you," said Aaron, pushing the blackcurrant juice in front of Fran, "give you this and this, and don't waste my good wine if you have a bad sense of taste." Hearing him say this, Fran grimaced at him, and looked back at the acquaintances scattered in twos and threes, "Do you envy me for being scolded?"

"No matter what happens, it's so lucky to have the opportunity to make my dream come true. ”

Yes, people like them, who have dreamed of joining Real Madrid since childhood, are so lucky to have the opportunity to play on their own and defend the dignity of Real Madrid in person, instead of just pointing fingers on the sidelines. But this is perhaps something that only Francisco Alvarez himself can do, after all, who is as rarely influenced by these not-so-nice statements as he is, or how many people can actually become professionals?

Thinking of this, Aaron naturally thought of the news in the newspaper about his meeting with the head coach of the Swedish national team, "You are really, isn't it good to find a remote place? "But being bumped into by reporters is nothing, and the question of his role is not controversial at least for now," and it is very likely that the journalists were brought in by Carvajal, which is his method, and he wants to see how the Spanish side reacts. ”

"If Spain is planning to include you, someone will contact you when Sweden contacts you. Aaron looked at Fran, who was holding the glass and didn't speak, "But you'll have to wait, at least until the next national team training camp, right?" - Raul Cassie and even Xavi, they're all in Spain, hey, you can't leave these people and go to unfamiliar Sweden alone, right?"

"But Sweden was able to let me play in the Euros. Fran replied in a calm tone.

"Wouldn't you wait two more years? Not to mention that you play in La Liga, this is Spain, and the other team, it's the Nordic team. ”

"It doesn't matter if Sweden's record is not as good as Spain's, Sweden let me be the heart of the defense, and Spain doesn't value me at all. "Bland, he can't think of an adjective other than bland, but Aaron knows that the more bland this guy is, the more serious he is. On the surface, it seems to be free and easy, but in his bones it is indescribable stubbornness.

"You can stay in the reserve team for Real Madrid for so long, why can't you wait two more years?

This time he didn't answer, as if lost in thought. But perhaps only Francisco Álvarez himself knows, and in the three days he waited, he had figured out or forced himself to admit a fact.

He could stay in the reserve squad for two more years in order to play for Real Madrid, but he didn't do so for all teams to choose to do.

It has long been said that Spain is not his obsession.

It's better than comforting yourself after being abandoned and neglected.

"I'm almost twenty-three. ”