Fernando Alvarez, Fran's father, Alvarez Sr., has always been a die-hard Real Madrid fan. This directly leads to the fact that Fran just understood what kind of sport football is when he was a child, and he directly associated Real Madrid with football.

Rather than watching the show at home alone, the elder likes to go to the Bernabeu to watch the game live, and he goes to the fan bar when Real Madrid plays away games. Everyone will cheer or be upset about the same scene, and those who have not experienced it will not understand the beauty of it.

What kind of team is Real Madrid now? The most well-known team in the world, the most profitable team, even if you don't pay attention to football at all, he will hear of Ronaldo, Raul, Beckham, he will also hear of Real Madrid.

Forlan occasionally goes to the fan bar under the guidance of his father, a guardian, Real Madrid more than ten years ago was not what it is now, and even if there was a nouveau riche in La Liga at that time, ninety-nine out of a hundred fans would say that the nouveau riche was Barcelona, and the remaining one was probably a die-hard Barcelona fan who gritted his back molars and was reluctant to speak. Forlan could only hold a glass of juice and listen to the long sighs of everyone around him, including his father, and the last news on the TV was Romario's official announcement to Barcelona who won the Champions League for the first time in the team's history, and he said with great ambition, "Many people say that Barcelona is a nouveau riche, but it will definitely become a traditional giant in people's hearts in ten years." ”

Biting the straw, Fran had just joined the Real Madrid academy not long ago, and before he heard this sentence, he scoffed at him because he was young and short-sighted, and there were also many jealous and hateful people around him, "When can we not care about anything and buy and buy?"

It stands to reason that Fran should have a strong attachment to the fan bar, but this is not the case. It wasn't because he later made a name for himself in the second-tier team, after all, those elders could almost be said to have watched him grow up, and the reason why he had a grudge was entirely because of a bet.

It's hard to tell which of the two teams, Barcelona and Atletico Madrid, has a deeper feud with Real Madrid. And this so-called bet happened between two second-tier teams.

Since Real Madrid's 6-1 victory in the Copa del Rey final in 1980, the Spanish Football Federation has banned second-tier teams from participating in domestic cup competitions, but despite this, small matches such as friendly training matches can still be played. In the 9798 season, the opponent of a friendly match in Castile is the Barcelona B team that is occasionally called the Barcelona Athletic team, the war between the young people always comes inexplicably, and the cause is no longer clear, Fran still remembers that in the process of persuasion, he seems to have said a sentence "Why should your team playing in La B have such a big anger with the West C team", the voice was so loud that it inexplicably ridiculed the hatred of the whole team of Barcelona West C and B. The one closest to him was probably the one who had just been promoted this season, and he was angry at the time, "Alvarez, do you dare to bet!"

It's not uncommon for Francisco Alvarez to be recognized by this kid, and before the clash with Castilla, each team's coach will tell his young players to be careful of this defender who "should be thrown to La Liga for a fierce attitude rather than continue to practice in the transition zone", on the one hand, not to be tackled, and on the other hand, not to lose their minds in anger. Fran looked at the 'honey-eyed' Barcelona kid who was angrily pointing at him, and he didn't know why he was glared at angrily, "You are?"

Casillas, who was still a little angry, turned his eyes sympathetically when he heard this, thinking to himself that this guy hasn't grown much in a year, how can you not recognize it? On the other side, Harvey, who has been praised for his sanity, suddenly exploded, and seeing that the atmosphere that had finally lowered the fire was expected to ignite again, Cassie elbowed Fran on the waist with one hand in the back. Fran, who thought that he was plotted by Barcelona, turned around and saw Casillas frowning, and he recognized it when he thought about it, "Ah, Xavi, you have finally been promoted to the reserves"

The hatred that came out of Fran, who was a year younger than Harvey, could be seen from the look of Casillas who turned his head to cover his face. Xavi didn't know if this guy was deliberately arching the fire or if he really didn't figure out the situation, "Let's bet on who will win this game and which side will lose"

Xavi was still thinking about punishment, and Forlan understood what was happening, but there was no reason to back down, "The losing side will go to the Atletico Madrid fan bar for an hour in their respective jerseys. ”

When this sentence was said, everyone was in an uproar, thinking that it was just a punishment of a week's salary, but they didn't expect him to play so much. Speaking of the Atletico Madrid team, of course, the relationship with Real Madrid's sworn enemies in the same city goes without saying, but for Barcelona, although this team may not be as ruthless as facing Real Madrid, it will never be soft. And Fran's mentions, in the preliminary opinion of these young players, such a provocation can be equated with playing with life.

Of course, the result was a 1-1 draw, with both men being punished losers. The witty Xavi wore a jacket over the Barcelona jersey, and Forlan did the same, and the two of them actually walked to the corner of the fan bar of Atletico Madrid with some leg trembling, and it was not completely dark, but in fact, the bar with not too many people still frightened these two people, and then Xavi ordered a few glasses of wine to get himself drunk directly - Fran paid 1000 pesetas for the drink.

Fran carried Xavi, who was drunk, to find the Barcelona B team nearby, he was a 1.8 meter tall and less than 1.7 meters tall Xavi was in a daze under the sunset, Fran looked at the Barcelona people who found the two of them not far away and ran over and finally stopped. They seemed to think that Fran had knocked Harvey unconscious, and ran over with a fierce momentum, Fran looked at the bystanders who were about to arrive in front of him, and muttered, "Hey Harvey, you have finally been promoted to the reserves." Withdrawing the return of the Barcelona rising star, Guardiola's successor, and the core of the future midfield, Forlan wanted to turn around and leave, but looked at Puyol and said more, "He drinks a lot, let's drink less." In Puyol's eyes, which were almost grateful, he did not mention that he was still lying about his age, after all, Harvey, who was only a few months away from eighteen years old, looked very seriously anxious.

This season, Barcelona B team was promoted from La C to La B, and Xavi was promoted to the first team - sitting on the bench because of his excellent performance.

The Barcelona kid who "you've finally been promoted to the reserves" arrived in La Liga a year ahead of Puyol and Casillas, and four years ahead of the hapless Francisco Alvarez.

This story tells us that a person can drink poorly, but his mouth must be good (probably this is the truth?). Later, when Harvey practiced his drinking, he also learned the special skill of opening up group ridicule.

After all, Raul Guti remembered the Atletico Madrid fan bar clearly, and after that, Forlan reduced the number of times he followed his father to the fan bar. But this time it was different.

After dinner at home in the evening, Alhard took Fran to a bar he was familiar with and was well-known in Madrid. Push open the door to reveal a huge Real Madrid crest, and unlike other bars that are used to being decorated in dark colors, the whole bar with white as the main color has a subtle warmth in the dim light. It doesn't look like a bar, it's like a café where you can watch the ball - if it's not a bartender.

The two of them pushed the door and walked in, many people at the door noticed them, old Alhaha laughed and pushed his son who was walking behind him to the front, Fran was instantly surrounded by a group of uncles who patted his shoulder, they were happy as if they had succeeded, "I knew, when I saw Fran playing, I knew that such a good boy must belong to Real Madrid!" He used to come here from a young age with his father, who was a die-hard Real Madrid fan, and most of the people here watched him grow up, and it was in this atmosphere that Forlan grew up listening to all kinds of strange opinions about football and Real Madrid.

The men were already improvised and chanting 'How can I not love you' to HalaMadrid, and Old Alr was singing the fan song with his brothers, and Fran followed the song as he moved out of the encirclement, struggling to get out of the bar, looking at Aaron Pittman, the bartender who was wiping glasses with a towel as he watched playfully at the bar.

Aaron and Fran looked at each other for a few seconds, then sneered and hooked his hand to beckon him over, putting away the towel in his hand, "I invite you to drink, Rising Star." Tomorrow's Star shivered back at the crowd who had changed another song, and sat down at the bar in obedience, "Haha, don't make a fuss, Aaron." The name came out of the friend's mouth, and Fran felt uncomfortable.

Aaron skillfully bartended in front of him, Franto looked around the all-too-familiar bar, from the decorative colors to the owner and customers here, it was as if they had never changed after so many years, and they were still the same as they were back then. The only difference is probably that the bartender was tired of this kind of life, so Aaron would replace him.

"What boy in Madrid didn't play football when he was a child? There are not many who can join Real Madrid's academy when they play football, and even fewer can enter the reserve team from the academy, and as for the first team from the reserve team? You see, isn't this a star of tomorrow?" Aaron pushed the juice-based cocktail with no alcohol content in his hand to Fran, who saw that he was really happy for him, and smiled and lowered his head to drink juice without answering.

As he said, what boy in Madrid would not play football when he was a child? There are many people who joined the Real Madrid academy but failed to really become a footballer after all, and the guy in front of him was a friend in the academy at the time, playing in the midfielder, but later he involuntarily gave up the dream of becoming a footballer.

Aaron also knew that his words were easy to make him think too much, so he poured himself a beer and knocked it directly on the cup in Fran's hand, "You know, everyone at this bar is happy and proud of you, and your dream has finally come true." Fran took a long sip of juice and thought he might as well pour himself a beer, "No, it's finally a chance to happen." Aaron was stunned, instantly understood what he meant, grinned and patted him on the shoulder, "Get on the Bernabeu and take the starting position steadily, come on, defensive genius." ”

Having the opportunity to realize his dream in person, Fran felt that he was a complete lucky person at this moment. This team gave him a dream, and it was this team that gave him the opportunity to realize his dream, and he felt an irrepressible excitement when he thought about it.

The crowd stopped singing, and Fran proudly placed his well-drunk juice cup on the bar, walked to the place of the resident singer and picked up the microphone that no one cared about. Fran's voice should be a little hoarse among the youth, and the highly recognizable voice instantly attracted the attention of the audience, and when they saw that it was this kid, everyone even coaxed him to come to a song.

[The glory shines on the Spanish sports world, and the white battle flag of Madrid will never be dimmed. O glamorous club, generous, iron-blooded, both old and rookie, always respectfully excited, looking up to its laurels. 】

The young people standing on the stage are full of fighting spirit and vitality, as if they are shining. And this song "HalaMadrid" pushes the atmosphere to □□.

[Come on Madrid! Come on Madrid! Noble and warlike leader, world-famous knight!]

[Come on Madrid!Come on Madrid!Go and win the victory in the open, defend your flag!]

His singing continues, because it is difficult to control his mood and repeatedly break the sound, coupled with his hoarse voice and this song that is not really easy to sing, but in this space, it seems that the whole world is singing crazy with him.

Aaron looked in his direction, the beer in his cup had already been drunk, but there was an uncontrollable tremor in his hand.

At the end of the song, Fran stood on the platform and looked down, and the people below looked up at him. After a while, Fran broke the silence with a joke, "Uncle Colin, you still have such a good time talking to my father, he used to want to send me to Malaga!"

After saying this, everyone burst into laughter, and it was not a secret that Old Al had been committed to letting Forlan transfer for a while, but it was really too much of a slap in the face for his own son to say it so seriously, and some people recklessly coaxed Colin Ackerman, who was called 'Uncle Colin', who lived next door to Alvarez's house, not to take care of Old Al, and Old Al blushed with an old face and wanted to give his son a middle finger.

"Will you ever come back, Fran?"

Someone at the bottom asked, after all, they had a sense that when Francisco Alvarez arrived at the Bernabeu and became a famous star, he would no longer be the 'Fran' who would heckle with them, sing the team anthem, and comment on the game.

Fran tilted his head to look at them, his eyebrows furrowed as if it were the opposite of the word 'harmless to humans and animals', "Of course, I have to come back and hear what you have to say about me." ”