If Manchester United's side is developing well, then Edward is a bit miserable. He never imagined that it would be more difficult to meet a player than a president, especially a guy who just played for Barcelona's B team.

His Argentine agent, Moreno, came over to ask for the offer given by Portsmouth, and then asked Hydward to wait for the notice, after which there was no more. They don't care if it's a Portsmouth manager or a miscellaneous, there's no difference, and they don't want to listen to those so-called plans, it doesn't matter.

Icardi's good performances at club level have given him that confidence, with more than 30 goals scored in Barcelona B and he even feels he can establish himself in the first team. However, what the seventh striker didn't expect was that it was not only his compatriot Messi on his head. At first, it was Ibrahimovic, and the Swedish brother shouted all day long: "I'm Ibrahimovic, who are you", and then it evolved into: "Guardiola, I'll fight once I see it".

Insert a digression here, Guardiola promised Ibrahim when he bought the Swedish striker, come to me, you are the core, but after playing a few games, God found that this is not the case at all, Xavi, Xiaobai, and even Cesc Fabregas only pass the ball to Messi, Ibrahimovic is on fire, he feels that he has been deceived, and since then he has hated the damned Guardiola, and then turned his head into the arms of Mourinho. His character likes to be sincere, he likes to talk quickly, and Gua Shuai likes to talk half hidden and half of the person, who is destined to have disagreements and contradictions with God.

Ibrahimovic was loaned to AC Milan, but Icardi still hasn't ushered in his own spring, on the one hand, Villa; Later Arsenal thigh Sanchez, and Pedro, Barcelona had too many options to choose from. On the other hand, a player with the characteristics of a traditional center forward like Beryllium is incompatible with Barsa, which is full of art and flamboyance. And then there is the reason for the lack of fame, he is not the golden boy of Torres and Atletico Madrid, nor is he the prince of Raul Real Madrid, nor is he the crown prince of Messi.

On a whim, a bored Hydward offered Messi an invitation to meet, but it turned out that it was much easier to meet Messi than to meet the president and Icardi.

He wore a very simple Adidas winter training suit, with his arms exposed, like a big boy next door who loves sports.

Hydward grabbed his hair helplessly, thought for a long time, and finally held back a sentence: "You... Have you eaten it? ”

Messi's eyes widened, a little confused: "The press officer told me that there was a manager from England who wanted to see me. …… The bread omelette, and ham I just had in the morning. ”

"Hmm... It's noon. ”

Hydward looked out the window, the sun was still hanging in mid-air, and said to himself, "It's time for lunch." ”

Then he looked directly at Messi with unusually firm eyes: "Eat!" ”

Hearing this, the coal boss glanced at the time on his watch, adjusted his sitting posture, and said, "Order." ”

……

"Pasta?" Messi asked.

Ward thought for a moment and lowered his voice: "The Spanish macaroni I ate last night, change the taste, is there any rice?" Pork chops, less chili peppers, more cumin. ”

In the end, the coal boss still wants to eat pasta...

Well, you're the boss who listens to you.

……

It was already half an hour later after eating, and Messi was stunned at a napkin.

"The whole world knows that Messi was diagnosed with congenital dwarfism when he was 11 years old, and unless the family can afford expensive medical bills, you can only stay at 1.40 meters tall."

"I'm not tall now," he smiled and spread his hands.

Hydward picked up the napkin that Messi had been watching for a long time and said, "I know another story that is not well known. ”

"Rexacchi, who was Barcelona's sporting director in 2000, was discouraged by his physical shortcomings, and Rexage signed Messi under intense pressure from the club and helped him pay for his medical bills. And the original transfer agreement to sign Messi was written on a hotel napkin. ”

"He was the manager of Barcelona in '01-02 and I was too young to do anything," he laughed.

"Thank you for meeting me."

Hydward handed the napkin to Messi, and then handed the pen he had with him, asking for an autograph.

There was no malice this time, maybe Grandpa Ferguson had been psychologically shadowed by this move, but Messi obviously didn't.

Messi recalled, "Once, a reporter from a small country flew more than 20 hours to interview me, but Barcelona had just lost the game that day, and I was not in a good mood enough to reject him through the club's press officer. The reporter was not reconciled, and once again told me through the press officer that he could not wait due to limited funds, but I still refused. ”

He was writing and drawing on a napkin, and Hydward's brow was furrowed.

"The next day I went to the base, this person slept at the door of the base, he stopped my car, and then shouted at me: I am a reporter in a small place, no time, no money, I am leaving, I just want to say to you, Messi, you don't have to learn how to play football, learn how to be a person! Then he left without looking back. ”

"Then I became friends with the journalist. When I was a child, I was not in good health, far from home, I lived a very average life, my biggest wish was to be able to kick out, the biggest joy was to be able to save a little money to bring a small gift to my mother and little sister, and the biggest luxury was to share a phone card with my teammates to call home, I knew I could kick out. ”

Messi told a story or topic without saying a word, stopped with the pen in his hand, and handed it back to Hydward.

The signature on it was a four-panel cartoon of stickman kicking a round soccer ball, then shooting, then cheering, and finally lifting a trophy, if Ward understood correctly, it was a Hercules Cup.

In South Africa in 2010, Messi and Maradona went side by side to make the Argentines full of confidence, but the escort of the new and old football kings was still defeated by the dripping offensive of the German tank, and Messi did not score a goal and ended miserably.

In the future of 2014, the Golden Cup summons heroes, the icon looks down, and the peak is above, but it seems that only Messi is left staring at the Hercules Cup, which is hopeful but unreachable.

"Icardi should really learn how to be a man with you!" Hydward bowed his head and cursed, accustomed to being invincible, and eating behind closed doors was especially irritating.

"What did you say?" Messi, who had very pointed ears, still heard a little.

"Nothing," Ward denied.

'Oh, if you need to meet Icardi I can help, he's a good player, he just needs a chance. What do you think? Mr. Head Coach? ”

“NO!”

Hydward tilted his head away arrogantly.

Messi looked at the other side, bowed his head silently, and continued to eat pasta that no longer existed, what a hopeless guy.