Francisco Álvarez opened the skylight leading to the roof, dragged out a blanket and spread it on the roof, and sat down on the roof with the same skillful steps as usual. At night, the residential area is very quiet, and most of the people stay in their own little world, and Fran is lucky to harvest a peaceful world.

But it backfired, he just sat on it, and before he could clean up a comfortable posture for himself, the window on the second floor next door was pushed open, and a head with somewhat messy hair poked out, this girl would unconsciously sway with the rhythm while wearing headphones, probably because the volume was too loud The director didn't know that her voice was forced to amplify, "Fran, what's wrong with you again?"

My biggest annoyance is that whenever I go to my own little world, you will find out that the whole world knows that I am pretentious about my own heart again. Fran scolded in his heart, his elbow on his knee and his cheek to look at her, this childhood sweetheart Benita, "Beni, it's so late, why don't you sleep? He pointed to his forehead, signaling that wrinkles would grow.

"I heard you" Benita said as she took off her headphones and threw them on the bed, because she suddenly realized how loud her voice was, she was a little wolf, she climbed on the windowsill and was about to climb down from the second floor and run to the opposite side, Fran hurriedly made a stop gesture, "Hey baby, your task now is to sleep obediently, let's talk about it tomorrow." ”

When the girl was finally coaxed back, Fran looked down and saw the patriarch on the other side standing in his garden looking up at him and smoking. Fran twitched the corner of his mouth, wanting to give himself a slap to the self who hung the 'baby' on his lips a few seconds ago, he quickly showed a cringe-gritting gesture to apologize to the uncle who had known him since birth, only to see that the uncle probably snorted, and the cigarette butt in his hand fell to the ground and was twisted desperately in the mud, before swaggering home.

When this qiē regained its calm, Fran let out a long breath, looked at the sky for a long time, and suddenly laughed.

Just now he felt that he needed to calm down completely, he was a little fluttering, as if he couldn't step on the ground, he didn't feel solid at all, it seemed to be more absurd than his serial-like dream. But he suddenly felt that this qiē was not a big deal, it was still those players, it was still that training ground, it was still that stadium, nothing had changed

How!???!?!??!

As long as he is good, he can be Francisco Alvarez and not a substitute. What he got was the number 4 jersey that Hierro had left behind, and he knew that this number needed to be good for him not to be buried.

As long as he is excellent.

When Fran crawled into the room wrapped in a blanket and collapsed on his bed, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the phone that had been thrown on the bed lit up. Fran was startled by the text messages and several calls he had just received from Jose Guti, Guti!!'s new sub-team, Guti, and quickly called.

Guti on the other end of the phone was wiping his wet hair, and found that the little kid who didn't know where he had died just now finally replied to the phone, and after answering it, he snorted extremely arrogantly, "You almost missed a big thing! Do you have time tomorrow afternoon?" Forlan was stunned, "There is time! Igor said that Raul will gather a few people for a meeting before the season, is this about to start!" He was a little excited, thinking about it, he would soon be an insider of the 'Real Madrid Gang'.

Guti couldn't get the reason why he was so excited for a while, about Raul to bring a few of them together before the season to imagine the future, the cannon said that the focus was on participation, but that was not the reason for him to call, "I'm playing music with a few friends tomorrow afternoon, do you want to come and watch?"

Fran was a little surprised by this twist, not to mention that he himself had already said that he couldn't refuse it when he had time, so he hesitated, "I don't know how to appreciate it-" He felt that instead of accepting the forced artistic "edification", it was better to read the latest issue of American comics at home.

"It's okay, you can just come and set me up for a while!" Guti, however, didn't seem to hear what he meant, and simply decided the course of events.

When he arrived at the secret base that Guti said the next afternoon, Fran sat on the steps with a strained face and listened to Guti's series of strange requests on the premise of 'just to support the field', holding the two small sandhammers that Guti stuffed over and over again, and listened to Guti say what he said, shake it somewhere, and shake it a few more times according to what rhythm. Fran stared at an ant carrying bread crumbs crawling under his feet, and the next second he was hit by Guti with a small stone.

The expression on Fran's face was like that of an ant carrying bread crumbs but not finding a burrow, Guti looked at the guy with a look on his face that said that it was good but it was dazed, and said that it was unpleasant and bad, and asked, "Do you understand!" As he spoke, he shook the two hammers in Guti's ear, and Guti wanted to put his baby guitar on his face at that moment.

Fran looked at the drummer, guitarist, and bass player on stage, and sat on the steps shaking the little shaker and thought, "I'm a hammer player, right?"

He looked at Guti, who was playing the electric guitar a little crazy, young and handsome but with an unruly golden wolf, his blue eyes squinted slightly into the distance, and his face was good, even if he was thinking about whether he wanted to do something with his wife tonight, there were always many people who felt that he was sad that time was passing. I really pity myself, no matter what kind of sincerity and sincerity I use to chase girls, it will only make them feel unreliable and casual.

Francisco Álvarez didn't understand how these people could see that they were casual!

Guti glanced at Fran, who seemed to be leaning against the wall with no bones, and shaking the shaker from time to time, his eyes didn't seem to be focused on thinking about things, this stinky boy is always like this, and he has never bothered to hide this lack of interest, or rather, he is too lazy to hide it.

Raul is not very optimistic about him, firstly, because Forlan's personality is actually not as honest as Igor, and secondly, anyway, Forlan, who was promoted by Perez, although he is also from the academy, always seems to be a little estranged from their group of players led by Daddy Bosque. Not to mention the fact that Dad promoted Pavon when he was clearly the captain of the reserve team, even if this kid acted like nothing had happened, everyone knew that he still remembered. Just because he still remembers, he will train so hard and throw his storage zài in front of everyone.

Perez officially put him in the first team for obvious reasons, which is to consolidate the defence when defending and keep him by Beckham's side to help carry the minesweeper when attacking. The highest task is positioned as a 'scavenger', although Raul did not say it explicitly, but it seems that this is a bit too high to think of him, and Guti himself does feel that he has such a difficult burden when he first enters the first team, even if Fran is a genius

Besides, will there be fewer geniuses in Real Madrid? Fran is in the first team, and Pavon, who was promoted in the name of 'genius' two years ago, will his position be unstable?

The reason why geniuses are geniuses, not gods in the first battle, is because they have excellent talents, but they can't reach the peak on the first stage.

But other scavengers, although they are also central defenders, mainly sit at the back, or link up the defensive midfield, just like Elguera, who is currently known as the "Royal Chief of Guard" in the team. Like him, from the very beginning, he was directly defined as a tinker who cleared the roadblocks for his partner.

Sure enough, it was because there was no suitable one in the transfer list that pushed Forlan out to block the gun? After all, he was promoted from the reserve team, so he was chosen.

After Guti and the others finished their activities, Fran took Guti's guitar, and Guti didn't stop him from playing. When he lowered his head to pluck the strings, he looked very peaceful, not like in the eyes of those who knew him well, including Guti, he was active, as if the whole world could play it. But he stayed off the pitch for less than two minutes, during which Guti could clearly feel the kid from initial silence to gradual restlessness. He looked up at Guti, the expression on his face twitched, anyone could see the distress, "You've been staring at me, what are you doing?"

There was a handful of dark brown hair on the top of his head that was weirdly curled, and Guti controlled it for a long time to prevent his hands from pressing it down.

Guti sneered and sat on the floor with his movements, these two impetuous young men who looked like they couldn't be quiet in the eyes of others, leaning on their legs and looking up at the top of the abandoned factory, looking at the two homeless little pitifuls from a distance. In the end, this kind of performance art is forcibly transformed into a kind of competition between the two people, to see who will be the first to give in and who will admit defeat first.

After all, Fran decided to speak first, but he didn't want to see Guti's proud appearance because of the victory, and the next second Guti barked out his white teeth, he began to poke his scar with malice, "Your male god is in Milan this season" is still not remarkable.

The male god in Guti's eyes is probably the well-known Redondo, and for Fran's unabashed appearance, even Guti didn't bother to be angry with him, and the result was that the new deputy sighed more and more melancholy. Francisco Álvarez was not familiar with Redondo, and even less with the Redondo that Guti was talking about.

However, idols and male gods have never been a secret of a small number of people, but the only way for the youth of the public. It has nothing to do with any crush, in fact, it is probably like a gentle vessel, containing the feelings of a hot-blooded man who is difficult to sustenance on his peers at an energetic age, admiration, he is like the self he subconsciously imagined many years later.

"Oh, Redondo is probably a vessel that is not very gentle with you, so it makes you remember it more than others. He shook Guti's guitar, looked up at him for a moment, squinted his eyes as if he was discharging, his honey-colored eyes should be full of sugar but not make people feel the slightest sweetness, it feels like you see candy mixed with a large piece of glass slag and have to give up the candy. Guti always makes people see the innocence clearly visible in the chic, and when you see Fran, you will only think, how can this stinky boy in his early twenties be like this. He seems to be the kind of person who puts a smile on his lips all the time, but that smile doesn't necessarily make people feel comfortable, that's kind of an attitude, and you don't have to question his humor, but sometimes you hate that attitude that comes at certain moments. So the electric eye was useless at the last moment, Guti rolled his eyes and didn't want to deal with him, so Fran shook his head and commented, "Hypocrisy." ”

What I have is a fluke, and what I have lost is all fucking life.

Sanchez and Captain Hierro cared about him, and Raul cleaned up a lot of mess for him, only to be sad that he still didn't know anything about that Fran - probably because of the age gap - Fernando Redondo.

"Who is your idol?" Guti was silent and chose to change the subject, Fran shook his head like a fox caught by the tail, and looked at Guti for a while and said tentatively, "Baresi"

No wonder, the idol is a big tinker, so his goal is to become a small tinker. Guti doesn't deny his support and defensive ability, but the kind of thing like an assist seems like a fantasy to Forlan - don't come back to make up for it, the pot will have to be carried on your own.

Guti wanted to ridicule how old he was, what kind of ball game could he have watched, and he was actually embarrassed to laugh at Redondo for having an age gap? The two of them remembered a certain team at the same time, stared at each other and looked at each other, still unwilling to admit defeat. It is estimated that he still knows that he respects the old and loves the young, and Fran is still the soft character, he asked, "Milan bought you at the beginning, why didn't you go to AC Milan in the first place?"

"Because Lao Tzu is going to stay in Real Madrid for the rest of his life!"

Who isn't?

The whole world knows that the giants are not easy to mix, and the giants are not easy to play.

But there will always be one stunned young man after another, wanting to be pure white in Real Madrid, where the superstars gather the most difficult to mix.

It's all an obsession that is incomprehensible to outsiders.

So from a distance, it was still two homeless little pitifuls with their heads on their heads and legs on their legs.