When Cruz came home, the Beckhams came to Madrid to pick them up. When she heard the doorbell ring, it was Cruz who pulled her slippers to open it, and when she opened the door, Victoria unsurprisingly saw her own son look of despair in front of his parents who came to pick him up.

Beckham was not as sharp as his wife, looking at his son's apple head pierced with a rubber band, "You seem to be fat, Cruz!" Cruz blinked his eyes and looked very stupid, standing motionless, neither packing his luggage nor letting his parents sit in the room. Fran, who had been waiting in the living room for a long time and hadn't seen Cruz come back, came over with some confusion, "How's Cruz... Oh David, Victoria!" Fran raised his hand to greet the two men, and the Alaskan dog named "Sisko" sat at Fran's feet and wagged his tail at the stranger.

Victoria looked at the apple head on Fran's head that was exactly the same as her son's, and Fran obviously felt Victoria's gaze a little embarrassed and reached out to remove the rubber band on his head, "I thought you would have to be in Madrid in the afternoon." As he spoke, he picked up Cruz and held him in his arms, and let Beckham and his wife go inside.

"How about a plane to London the day after tomorrow, I'll have a few of us out for a get-together tonight?" Beckham proposed, and Fran had no problem, "Sergio, Igor and José are all in Madrid, but Raul has already gone to Germany first." ”

As for Mr. Guti, who has not yet reported to Turkey, as a Spaniard who is stumbling in English, he has regretted choosing to play in Turkey.

Beckham contacted Cassie and Guti, who were well-connected, and the rest of Ramos was left to Forlan to inform. Ramos was playing Pro Evolution Soccer at home with his best friend, and when he saw Fran's name on the caller ID, he quickly signaled Torres to pause the game, and when Ramos didn't have time to defend Torres, who was in an excellent offensive advantage, he pouted, and heard his friend call 'Fran'.

... Let Torres, who has so far had a shadow on the knockout rounds of the World Cup, subconsciously shuddered.

Ramos patted his Nino on the back, feeling that he was like a big fried cat, and the voice of the defender boss came decisively from the phone call, without the ruthlessness in the bones described by Torres, but as lazy as always. I heard that Beckham was going to have a dinner in the East, and Ramos, who caught up with the tail of the first phase of the Galaxy Fleet, of course would not refuse, and agreed very happily.

Ramos, who put down the phone, patted Torres on the head full of amusement, "What's the matter with you!" Torres rubbed his face, "Really, when I hear his name now, I can remember what he said to me, 'I won't shovel you', he really made me feel at that moment that next time I ran in front of him, he could just let my ball go and leave my legs." ”

Ramos muttered inwardly, "Reasonable, who is as dirty as your former club Atletico Madrid playing Real Madrid in La Liga", and in the face of Torres's gaze that seemed to be looking forward to pandering, Ramos could only choose to laugh hahaha.

Because I still have to bring Cruz with me, the final time is not too late, and the so-called 'dinner' is also a real dinner. Several eventually abandoned Guti's offer of a restaurant with classic flamenco performances and went to the place where Beckham used to meet when he was still at Real Madrid.

The Beckhams brought their babies, Casillas and Ramos brought their girlfriends, and Fran and Guti hugged together to keep warm. In the second half, two women, Sara and Victoria, dominated the conversation, and Ramos's model girlfriend found out that she couldn't get in, so she was bored and entertained with Ramos. Guti poured a full glass of wine and insisted on clinking glasses with Fran, "Come on, Vice Captain." Fran pretended to be sad and poured himself a drink, "Don't worry, Vice Captain." ”

Beckham and Casillas talked about big things again, and Ramos looked at the two former and current vice-captains with a smirk. Fran simply raised his hand and pulled Ramos over the chair, and we listened to Guti's predecessor tell the story of the past.

However, before Mr. Guti could start bragging, he was interrupted by Fran raising his hand curiously, "Ask a ** question... How much did you get your annual salary in the years of 06, 07, and 08?" Guti looked dazed, "Why are you asking this?"

"I have a friend who asked me this question a while ago," Fran was familiar with Guti, but he didn't remember the details himself, "What was your salary in those years?"

Guti found this question really inexplicable, and even more strange how his friend could be interested in this question, "More than 400, what's wrong?" Fran made a strange expression, "Then I guess it's the third from the bottom...", because his annual salary after tax is about the same price.

"Huh?" Ramos was intrigued by the third-to-last statement, and Fran said lightly, "She said that there is a saying that is. Jose had the second-lowest salary at the time. ”

Ramos looked stunned, "So, then I'm not the penultimate one?" Ramos, a newcomer who transferred from 05, expressed panic.

The countdown one, two, three looked at each other pitifully, and then hung their heads in despair.

As a result, after Beckham and Casillas talked freely, they saw Gutivran Ramos squinting and not knowing how to sit again, while Ramos's girlfriend was sitting next to him and tweeting and having fun.

The meal until Cruz kept rubbing his eyes to indicate that he was sleepy, and then naturally dispersed, Cassie said that he picked up the Beckhams and sent them to the hotel together, and Fran, who lived in a community with Casillas, was busy dealing with Guti, who didn't know if he had drunk too much, and waved to Ramos to signal him to retreat with his little girlfriend first.

Fran, who was drunk driving on the road, was a little weak-hearted, and even more humbly, Guti sat in the co-pilot and fastened his seat belt, and his face was silent to the window. Fran teased, "You can't bear it!" Guti kept looking out the car window and asked abruptly, "You say, if I listened to the coach and Raul more seriously when I was young, and didn't do so much off the field, wouldn't it be like this now?"

"Where are so many ifs, aren't you good now?" Fran complained silently, "What's wrong now, isn't that what you want... Real Madrid is still here, my friend is still there!"

Guti was stunned, and shook his head helplessly when he thought about it, "You're right, I really seem to have drunk a little too much." Fran tilted his head and glanced at Guti, turned the steering wheel and turned around to change the direction of travel, Guti belched for a long time, "This is forbidden to turn around, this is not the way back, oh my God, it's you who drank too much!"

The more Fran drove forward, the more sure Guti was that this was the direction of the Bernabeu, and he hurriedly patted Fran on the shoulder to signal him not to mess around, "There are many traffic police over there, do you remember that you kid is still drunk driving?"

"The bolder you get, the younger you get," Guti said self-deprecatingly, staring at the Bernabeu without taking his eyes off it. Fran was by his side watching the stadium, and what came up from the bottom of his heart was not passion, but calm and serene.

After a while, Guti finally looked away as if he had made up his mind, and patted Fran on the shoulder, "The last advice from the senior... One day you don't like the club as much as you did at the beginning, so don't blame yourself too much. It's just that ah, don't hate it. ”

Forlan didn't ask in detail which season Guti had a grudge against Real Madrid, anyway, he knew that Guti must have said this in the past, "But I don't like Real Madrid!"

"I know. Guti's eyes looked like he was looking at his stupid son, Fran frowned and felt that Guti still didn't believe and wanted to explain, so he heard Guti speak, "Brain-dead fans are brain-dead fans, neither of us knows who." ”

"I'm not going to give myself a chance not to like Real Madrid. Fran restarted the car, and his expression was so dark under the streetlights on the side of the road that even Guti couldn't see it for a moment.

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In the summer of 2009, Real Madrid president Florentino once again spent a lot of money on a new version of the Galaxy, one of the biggest of which was to poach Kaka from AC Milan for 65 million euros. When the Brazilian golden boy smiled and showed off his Real Madrid No. 8 shirt to the world, fans had reason to believe that he would be the new helmsman of Real Madrid's battleship after Zinedine Zinedine.

As he himself said, coming to Real Madrid was God's will for him.

However, after leaving Milan, Kaka's physical and competitive form plummeted. In his first season at Real Madrid, the Brazilian superstar made just 25 appearances and scored eight goals, two of which came from penalties. This is a far cry from Higuain's 27 goals and Cristiano Ronaldo's 26 goals this season, after all, even Benzema, who has long been denounced as a parallel commodity by Meilinger, has scored 8 goals. Even in Real Madrid's distinctive backline, Sergio Ramos and Marcelo scored four goals each.

The Brazilian's debut season at the Bernabeu was evident in the slump, and it's no wonder that the Spanish media have called Kaka the most failed signing. Many people reluctantly recall his feat at AC Milan, and the imagination of him and Ronaldo at the beginning of the season, and can't help but sigh that he was at his peak in 06 and 07, not that he is not a superstar, but that he is old.

But he's only 28 years old this year, is he really old? This should be the prime of a player's life.

"After Ronaldinho left Barcelona, he has not been able to regain his title as a magician until now. Although the Brazilian's passing is getting more and more spicy, after all, the speed and body are far less than they were back then, and the perennial indulgence in the sound of dogs and horses, if Ronaldo wants to find the style of the former Camp Nou King in Milan, the possibility is almost zero, Kaka's teammate Shevchenko is also a vivid example, after the 06 World Cup injury came to Chelsea, since then' The Premier League's No. 1 Grey Goods hat is worn on the head of a nuclear warhead, and although you can cite the example of the old elf Inzaghi who has operated on both legs 10 times in his career, he is still as spiritual. So what does Kaka want to get back to his prime?"

It's a question that Florentino is thinking about, and Mourinho is also thinking about it. But when the news came that Kaka had to be suspended for nearly half a year for surgery, they couldn't think about it for a while, because the most important thing for them was to find a replacement for Kaka as soon as possible.

Although the situation is sudden, Real Madrid has always had a 'good' habit of paying attention to other players. At the same time, more and more "demon boys" are singing the leading roles, and more and more veterans are willing to take a back seat. Scouting systems all over the world, more and more football Bole are placed in every corner of the world like a radar. Compared with the previous 20 years, or even the previous 10 years, the current stars are becoming famous earlier and earlier.

The most vivid example of this was at the World Footballer of the Year Awards in '07. The top three winners are all young heroes: 25-year-old Kaka won the award, 22-year-old Cristiano Ronaldo won the silver ball, and 20-year-old Messi won third. Among the top three winners of the Ballon d'Or in 08, Ronaldo is 23 years old, Messi is 21 years old, and Torres is 24 years old.

What is the trend in international football in the past, of course, Pele scored in the World Cup final at the age of 17, Ronaldo was named World Footballer of the Year at the age of 20, and super striker Kluivert was already famous at the age of 18. But compared to the current large-scale blowout of new stars, only a few players became famous at a young age in the past.

In the past, it was the norm for players to train in second-tier clubs when they were young, and to join giants when they matured. Ruud van Nistelrooy joined Manchester United at the age of 25 until he reached his peak; Inzaghi was still in small and medium-sized clubs such as Verona, Piacenza and Atalanta before he was 23 years old, and then he began to become popular in Juventus Milan; Batistuta, the god of war, did not embark on the path of professional football until he was 19 years old; and players such as Bierhoff and Rivaldo are all the epitome of the development of football in that era: accumulated when he was young, and reached the top of the big clubs when he matured.

Nowadays, people can't help but sigh that the stars are becoming famous younger and younger, but correspondingly, they are being eliminated faster and faster.

Real Madrid's Kaka 'replacement' is a young man who has shone on the World Cup stage, Mesut Ozil.

In Jose Mourinho's manager's office, the big screen was showing the final in which Werder Bremen reached the German Cup in the 0809 season, which was the game in which Mesut Ozil scored a goal to win for Werder Bremen. Forlan, who was called by Mourinho but always put aside, also sat next to Mourinho to watch the game with Mourinho, and glanced at the unobstructed little notebook in Mourinho's hand a few times.

"What are you thinking?" Mourinho asked as he lowered his head and wrote, Fran scratched his head, "Well, he's very characteristic?"

Mourinho raised his eyes and gave him a blank look, "You can speak German, don't you?" Fran sighed, "I guess it's almost the same, but I don't know how to speak..."

After receiving this answer, Mourinho showed a magical smile, still the little dimple that Fran had always felt handsome.

(The staff of the pirated website, can you also move the author of this chapter by the way)

The author has something to say: Here Orange wants to talk about the rumors of G14's so-called penultimate salary in the team, seriously, let's not think about whether this rumor is true or not (anyway, this news is rumored and passed and believed to be true)... But his pre-tax data of 400-450 euros/year in those years should be positive, I specifically checked the information and asked many friends in order to study this question.

What is the level of 450 euros before tax in 06?And then because there has always been a sister paper who feels sorry for this salary, Gu 14 wants him to go to AC Milan (ah, I don't make it, why was he passed to Milan)... So let's put out the salaries in Milan and compare them:

In 05, Kaka is renewed to 10 years, and the basic annual salary is about 350/year before tax.

In 06, AC Milan gave him a salary increase of 600/year in order to keep Kaka.

At the beginning of 08, Kaka's salary was raised again, and Milan offered about 900 per year before tax. Of course, that's an annual increment... After that, the annual salary of the entire international football world was gross.

The salary of 900/year before tax in 08 was the highest salary in football at that time, that is, higher than Barcelona's Ronaldinho and Chelsea's Frank Lampard.

The reason why I singled out Kaka was because he was an outlier in Milan's salary system. Now we come to the rest of Milan.

Pirlo was on a five-year contract in September '03 with an annual salary of 350, and Shepchenko signed 450 at the same time.

In '05, Nesta's annual salary was around 300-350, Maldini was 300, and Gattuso was 200-230 in the same year.

Oh, at that time Ambu 200 Inzaghi 300.

07 In addition to Kaka at that time, Milan's salary in the team should have been greatly reduced, and I didn't find detailed data on Maldini's specific salary, but it can be determined that Maldini's salary in those two years ranged from 50 to 100.

In '07-10, Inzaghi dropped from 300 to 100.

I don't know what other people think, but my thoughts about Guti haven't changed for so many years, which is that if Guti left Real Madrid in the middle of his career, he would definitely not have the fame he has now. Whether he can play or not is just about whether he has enough opportunities to play, and I don't think Guti can adapt to the crazy defensive style of the Premier League or Serie A. Yes, I am sure of his love and loyalty to Real Madrid, and it is this that I love for him and his passing that is comparable to that of a nerve knife... But the word nerve knife, in fact, has to be seen on both sides like the uncrowned king.

In terms of form, he's a bit like Huntelaar... I mean, he's probably going to be a superstar for five or six games, and then he's going to be a god in the next half, and just looking at that half and the highlights... But that doesn't mean he's been lackluster for so many games...

Is Real Madrid's salary really so 'low' and can it give him a higher one?... I don't think there are many of them anyway. Seriously, I really saw that after I was blown chapter after chapter by chapter Real Madrid, there were still private messages from my sister saying that Real Madrid was sorry for Guti & why didn't I let Guti transfer to AC Milan... I feel tired, and I really can't stand it.

I still have to explain why I don't let Guti Real Madrid hang up his boots, because I have always tried to be realistic, Guti is higher than in reality, and I am also trying to be realistic... And I really think his friendship with Raul is very touching, at least in the text, they are reciprocal and don't need Raul to die and beg to pull Guti to accompany him to carry Real Madrid [Kneel and beg don't tell me that Raul is sorry Guti... Of course, Redondo, I'm sorry Guti, not to mention]

I really don't think it's okay to go out and hang out in the last year or two... Seriously, if it weren't for the original plan to be the end of the life of Real Madrid, I still wrote Fran so paranoid, I now think it would be a good choice to go back to Manchester United with Ibrahimovic.

As for why Guti didn't move when he was young, I can only say that it was probably for my personal reasons. Well, it's really for me personally, because I want to like the story and the characters... And to put it bluntly, the g14 I like is the G14 of Real Madrid's brainless fans, and the rest... I don't have to compete with myself in my own story, do I?

I don't say anything, I don't say anything, I don't argue ... Of course, it is possible to talk peacefully

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Because I was not in a good mood because of the information on Weibo... So let's start the next chapter of the Ibrahimovic Theatre in earnest. 166 Reading Network