In the 0203 season, Bosque looked at the player information in his hand, and his eyes stayed on the page of the kid who always stayed in the reserve team, Bosque, who was born as a coach of the youth team, was always willing to be the one who cherished the talent, and according to Francisco Alvarez's specific expression, he was indeed good enough to give him a chance to express himself in the first team.

It's just that this kid is really stubborn like this, as far as he knows, there are many teams that have thrown olive branches to him, and even Serie A teams, which is a good place for defenders to practice. But he rejected them all, did he ever promise that he would bring him to the first team?

"Forlan, the captain of the defender from Castile, bring him to the first team for training this season. ”

When Casillas learned the news and ran to Forlan's house, it was the old Alr who opened the door, the eldest family is obviously familiar with this young man who mixed with his son when he was a child, although he is already the goalkeeper of Real Madrid, but it still seems that he is a little uncalm. Old Al slandered in his heart, but on the surface, he didn't show it, "Igor, you're coming to Fran?"

"You don't know!?The new season has started to train with the team!" Casillas obviously didn't expect Fran to tell his parents, and he also regretted what he said, after all, he didn't know what the plans of the dead friend were, Old Al blinked blankly, "He mentioned it when he was eating, but I thought it was purely because he didn't want me to contact him about any transfer or something." ”

The two men stared wide-eyed, not knowing what to say next.

Suddenly, an earth-shattering cough sounded, and Fran, who had cleaned himself up, walked out of his room with a tense face, leaning against the door frame and looking at the two of them with his arms folded over his chest. Cassie knew that his best friend had always looked like a careless and unawake hanger, but it was normal, and it was obvious that he couldn't hide his inner happiness at this moment.

He could almost see the fox tail wagging desperately behind him.

Sure enough, in the next second, the stinky boy who was often oily and slippery rushed towards Casillas.

"HalaMadrid! First team, I'm coming, I'm coming, I've got enough, Igor, you put me down! Did you even realize that we were the same height! I think I'm going to hit the beam!"

Old Al laughed and looked at the two people fighting, especially the exaggerated smile of his son who was about to grin the back of his head, he had never seen such a happy thing for a long time.

This is all his own choice, even his family can't interfere in it, that's why he has such joy.

Francisco Álvarez – my son – is going to play for Real Madrid.

Figo in 00, Zidane in 01, Ronaldo in 02, this is the superstar-studded Real Madrid, and he will be able to appear in the most fascinating Bernabeu.

Cassie walked into such a locker room with his friends, and Hierro, Raul, and Guti all knew what kind of ability this young teammate in the reserve team had, and what kind of persistence he had. The Real Madrid label can reduce too much trouble at this moment, especially at the moment when he sees this young man mingling with Raul Gutikasi, which means that he has a great backer to gain a foothold in Real Madrid.

Fran returned home after the first day of training and was surrounded by his family asking questions about several of Real Madrid's superstars, and the key was whether they got along well or not. Fran ate the tasteless boiled dishes year after year under his sister's disgusted gaze, "Oh, they're so good to get along with. "After all, I didn't attract people to be torn apart as soon as I came up, right? Not to mention Hierro and Carlos, who would think that their position could be grabbed by this stinky boy who was just starting out?

Forlan, who trained with the first team, returned to the reserve team to play together, and only when it was seen that Real Madrid needed a big rotation, Bosque would let him come on as a substitute to play a shake, which was a little bit of adaptation to the real professional game. In fact, in this simple appearance time, Bosque's request is not to seek merit, but to seek no fault. And every time he didn't run long on the pitch, the final whistle blew. Defeat has nothing to do with him, and victory has nothing to do with him.

Francisco Álvarez expects him to give himself a real chance to use his abilities without mercy, but it's a bit unrealistic.

Makelele, who arrived at the time of Redondo's transfer, has always been a great player for the club and the fans. It's just that with the arrival of superstars and the high salary, this defensive general obviously plays a key role on the court, but he can't get comparable treatment with these superstars off the court. When his agent often reveals to the newspaper his willingness to raise or transfer, once or twice is fine, when the news about Makelele for a period of time is all related to these news, it has to be said that it is a little annoying. What is even more irritating is that Makelle has repeatedly threatened to strike the training.

So the summer break of 2003 became turbulent and chaotic.

Makelele, who begged for a salary increase for a year, finally went to Chelsea's arms and fell in love with a big amount of money, he was called into the team as a superstar and met a new local tyrant owner, the salary is naturally not low, and the main force is also guaranteed; La Liga and even the world are arguing, but no one can say that what they guessed is the truth, the aging defensive captain Hierro left to facilitate the Spanish prince Raul to take the position, and Guti also became the Real Madrid deputy team because of his qualifications and Real Madrid's youth training status. And Florentino, who defeated Sanz in 2000 to become the president of Real Madrid, "brings a superstar to Real Madrid every year", did not break his promise, this year, Real Madrid signed the football heartthrob, the Red Devils' most charming seven, David Beckham.

The big names joined the star lineup and cheered, but Florentino couldn't relax his frowning brow. It's true that he's a profit-oriented businessman, but he's also a man who understands the ball. He understood that no matter how enthusiastic these people cheered at this time, it would not prevent them from booing and white gloves in the future.

"Defend, I want to defend players, you know!" Florentino seemed to hear the future head coach roar.

"Do I have a new defender? I can't really let an artist play a scavenger, right?" Florentino rubbed his forehead.

"In terms of a full-time defender, a player from the reserve team has been promoted, he is twenty-two years old, Mr. Bosque occasionally played him last season, and his appearance is very good. Baldano said.

The photo of the young man in front of Florentino was really familiar to the president. The young man's short dark brown curls looked a little playful, he probably looked at the camera, but he didn't care about the situation, if it weren't for Florentino's attention to the eyes that could see the blazing battle ** from the photo, he might also think that this young man with a sense of aggression with carelessness as a protective color from his appearance to temperament didn't take football seriously.

Galeries Lafayette has the final word.

Bosque, the old man who taught Fran a lot, was gone after all, and he should have felt more sadness about the departure of the elder who had given him a chance, but he couldn't do it for the time being. But don't blame him too much, he didn't let Ecstasy completely prevail at the moment even if it was restrained, as if he believed that Raul and Bosque had a good relationship, but Raul finally got the captaincy position, and he must have been absolutely happy in addition to sadness.

Real Madrid, that's the place of his dreams that he has been looking forward to playing for since he entered the Real Madrid academy.

Bosque looked at the kid in front of him, and no matter how careless he was to hide it, he could clearly see the eagerness in his eyes. In fact, he prepared a warning about Forlan, and Bosque thought that he needed to tell this kid that he had given him the opportunity to join the Real Madrid first team because he really had the strength and seized the opportunity, not because he was known as the young man who loved Real Madrid the most. Otherwise, seriously, at an age when you should be stumbling in your twenties, trying to give the green light by relying on dreams and naivety is worse than taking shortcuts with privilege, isn't it?

It's better to give the green light to dream and naivety than to take shortcuts with privilege, at least the latter will be upset by it, while the former will still enjoy peace of mind.

Why do you keep saying that you are obsessed with Real Madrid and blocking all the way, so that others are responsible for your dreams?

However, Bosque is still not so straightforward after all, it may be that the radiant look in this kid's eyes is too easy to evoke memories, and the eyes that only young people can have are too beautiful on such a parting sad occasion, just like the football concept he originally pursued. Bosque patted the young man standing side by side with Casillas, these two guys of the same height may be the future Real Madrid backline, right?

"As for you, Fran, don't take things too seriously. The world will not forgive you because you are too young, nor will it give you courtesy just because you are old. Bosque laughed at himself and said, Francisco Alvarez, this is a malleable talent, talent, passion, perseverance, self-discipline, and a likable look, but unfortunately, he probably can't really guide him into maturity, it's a pity, but he needs to give him a vaccination, "You can cling to your dreams, but boy, to be honest, it's always your skills that make a big team open to you, nothing else." ”

The meaning in Bosque's eyes was too complex for Fran to understand, or rather he wasn't old enough to understand. He thinks of Gendo and Sanches, who are old in Real Madrid, he thinks of superstars Figo, Zidane, Ronaldo, Carlos, Beckham, and he can't see the extreme hardships that Bosque is trying to tell him about dying and becoming a superstar.

'I can, of course I can, I'm willing to do anything to make this dream come true!' he thought to himself.

Before every newcomer falls into pain, his speech is always tainted with a kind of ruthlessness that simply says it.

Twenty-two-year-old Francisco Álvarez is so excited about the opportunity to prove himself, and the young man will always feel that he is the next gold that will eventually shine. At some point, everyone will assume in their minds that they are different and are not born to stand out from the crowd.

A lot of people go out of their way to teach young people that you're going to lose the whole world at some point, and for Fran at this moment, Madridism, the White Knight, the Bernabeu, that's the world he should have.

He wasn't such a reckless character, so he tried not to be too excited and conspicuous when most of the team was silent. Back at home, my sister Elsa was holding a book and reading carefully, she looked back at her younger brother who rushed into the door panting with a loud bang as the door was suddenly slammed, "Are you kid itchy again?"

"First team! I'm officially in the first team! I've got an agent, a real player agent! Carvajal! Raul's agent! He knows I'm a potential stock, I know I'm a dreamer!"

Elsa looked at her brother who was in a state of madness, many people said that Francisco was too casual and uncertain, but she knew that her brother was not very good in addition to his mouth, he insisted on maintaining a light life like an ascetic for many years, plus extremely hard training, just to beat himself into Real Madrid.

Failures, disappointments, and rejections have seen a lot in the past three years, but none of them have dampened his desire for the land of his dreams.

No one can judge all of a person's future from the surface, and now, he has finally knocked on that door.

Fran's words inexplicably reminded Elsa that Lennon had said, you say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. Probably lamenting how many dreamers there are in the world, whether they are themselves or others, they are not special.

Lennon understands the truth, and she doesn't plan to sue this kid for the time being.

Francisco Álvarez thought he was not far from success, but in fact, where did he go?

It's just just the beginning.