After a short break, the young players from both teams returned to the pitch. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At half-time, Enrique must have made a lot of adjustments, and there were a few new faces on the field. Bojan and Heffren were on the field.

Both young players are good attackers, and Enrique's intention is self-evident, wanting to strengthen the team's attack, try to score goals, not to equalize, or at least not to lose too ugly on his own doorstep.

Barcelona's attack gradually picked up, but Valencia were not vegetarians either, and soon they scored two goals in a row with quick counter-attacks. Alcacer scored his third goal of the game and scored a hat-trick. Silva is the icing on the cake.

The score became 0-5 and it was clear that Barcelona were going to suffer a humiliating massacre at their home stadium.

There were fewer and fewer fans in the stands, and those who stayed to watch the game couldn't stop booing and cheering, and Vilanova's face sank like water, and several young players lost their interest in talking. Sitting in his seat, his face was equally ugly, and he didn't say a word.

Fan Bizhuang also didn't speak, it's not that he was in a bad mood, in fact, although he has been in La Masia for so many years, he can be regarded as an "old fritter", but if you really want to talk about it, he really doesn't have much affection for this team, so over the years, he has been unpopular from the beginning to the later obscurity, and the journey during must not be very pleasant, so what feelings to talk about, or a sense of belonging, is pure nonsense.

The reason why I came here to become a football apprentice was to find a part-time job and earn some salary, and partly because I wanted to fulfill my promise to Aunt Arsna.

But Aunt Arsène just likes football and is not a die-hard fan of Barcelona, so there is no need for Fan Bizhuang to invest too much affection in this team.

If he hadn't been in this city to make a living, he would have been part of another club's training camp if he had moved to another city.

No one can say for sure, anyway, Fan Bizhuang thinks it's quite likely.

The reason why Fan Bizhuang remained silent was very simple, Vilano asked him to watch the game carefully and observe every move of the players on the field, so he executed without discounting, and while watching, he pondered the intention of the opponent's pass or this action.

He enjoys it.

"Beautiful! It's beautiful! ”

When Valencia scored the sixth goal of the game, such a cheer suddenly came from behind him, and Fan Bizhuang turned his head suspiciously, only to see a familiar face.

The owner of the face also knew that he was speechless, after all, this was on the territory of Barcelona, and the host's house was beaten by the guests, and he still applauded loudly, isn't this asking for trouble?

Looking at the angry eyes cast by Villanova and the others, Molina quickly covered her mouth and smiled awkwardly.

However, when he saw Fan Bizhuang's calm face, Molina was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the big dog lying on the ground napping suspiciously, and Molina finally reacted.

"Fan, are you Fan?"

Molina recognized the skinny boy in front of him, and let out a surprised voice, he was very impressed by the guy who beat his precious daughter, not profound, and now, Felisa sometimes shouts at home that there is a chance to go to Catalonia and dismantle that bastard boy is going to be dismantled.

However, Molina didn't have much resentment towards Fan Bizhuang, in his opinion, it was just a joke between children, Felisa was still underage, Fan Bizhuang was not very old, isn't it normal for two children to play around?

"Hello, Mr. Molina."

Fan Bizhuang nodded.

Seeing the acquaintance, Molina simply sat down in the vacant seat next to Fan Bizhuang, and asked with some surprise: "Why are you here?" ”

At the end, he smiled to himself and said, "I forgot, you are also a member of Barcelona's reserve team." Why, didn't Coach Enrique put you in the eighteen-man squad for this game? ”

"As you can see." This is a question that does not have the slightest nutrition, Fan Bizhuang spread his hands, but looked at him with a strange expression, "It's you, Mr. Molina, why are you here." ”

"Ha, work needs, work needs, you know, I'm a ...... Uh......"

Molina smiled awkwardly, and his eyes swept to Vilanova next to him, Fan Bizhuang is a player under Enrique, and the few young people sitting next to him must be his teammates, as for the middle-aged man in front of him, needless to say, it is either the coach or the staff of Barcelona, as a scout, to put it bluntly, it is the person who digs the corner of others, Molina is naturally not good to show his identity in front of others.

Fan Bizhuang naturally understood what Molina meant, the other party was constantly giving him a look, it was obvious that Fan Bizhuang did not help him hide his consciousness, and pointed to Villanova with a smile to introduce him: "Ha, Mr. Molina, this is our assistant coach, Villanova, Tito. Coach Villanova. ”

Before Molina could react, Fan Bizhuang spoke again: "This one, it's Molina, he is a scout, and he has a very accurate eye for people." ”

Villanova didn't react at first, but as soon as Fan Bizhuang's words came out, he immediately squinted his eyes and turned his head, looking at the other party vigilantly.

Coaches all over the world probably have a temperament, that is, their players are the best and the best, and they enjoy the sense of accomplishment of raising a good young player, and for those scouts who always set their sights on the "good seedlings" that they regard as treasures, these coaches can be said to have no good impression - is it easy for Lao Tzu to work hard to cultivate a seedling, but you vampires always want to pick peaches for nothing, specially, is there such a good thing in the world?

Obviously, Vilanova is also such a coach, and his eyes have become a little unkind at the moment.

", this Nima pit!"

Molina couldn't stop complaining in his heart, just looking at Fan Bizhuang with an ignorant look, he couldn't tell whether this guy was intentional or unintentional, and he couldn't get angry, so he laughed dryly twice at the moment, and stretched out his right hand to Villanova: "Ha, hello, hello, it's an honor to meet you, Mr. Villanova, by the way, I'm here to observe a few young Valencian players, ha, you see, how talented Alcacer and the player named David are, play really well, talented......"

Molina was sweating to cover up the explanation, but it was not a lie, these young players in Valencia have long been targeted by scouts from various Spanish clubs, and they all want to cut off the beard halfway and snatch these little guys from Valencia's bowl to their own pot.

Molina is no exception.

But before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Villanova's cold reply.

"You're here to watch the players from Valencia? Can I understand that your players are not good enough and not good enough? ”

“……”

Molina burst into tears and felt like she was about to collapse.

Nima, how do you ask me to answer this question? I said that I came to inspect the players of other teams, and you said that the players of Barcelona were not good enough, if I said that the players of Barcelona were very good, what would you think, I guess I am even more disimpressed, and they will guard against me like a thief, right?

No matter how you answer this, you are not human inside and out!

Looking at Fan Bizhuang, who had a calm expression on the side, but his eyes were full of a narrow look, and then at Villanova with an indifferent face, Molina really had the urge to jump to his feet and scold his mother.

"Ha, I can't say that, the club gave me the task of inspecting a few young players in Valencia, but who doesn't know the youth level of Barcelona in the entire Iberian Peninsula, the ability to cultivate players, that's one of the best! It's like ......" Molina searched his stomach, looked at the pitch and his eyes lit up, pointed down and said, "Ha, it's like that little guy called Kolkic, I watched the whole game last time in Vazquez, this little player is very spiritual, he is very good, and he has a beautiful goal......"

When Molina was bragging, there was a sudden burst of applause in the stands, mixed with a lot of cheers.

When I turned my head, it turned out that the home team had finally scored, and coincidentally, it was Bojan who was praising him that scored. Kolkiec.

Vilanova's eyes became more and more cold and vigilant, and Molina was so depressed that he almost fainted: "I really didn't come to see this little player named Kolkic, I just pointed ......at it casually."

"Well, I can't explain it clearly."

The more he explained, the more confused Molina became, so he glared helplessly at Fan Bizhuang, who was holding back a smile, said goodbye, and left as if he was running away.

"How do you know a scout?" Villanova didn't care about the leaving Molina, and looked at Fan Bizhuang with a serious expression, perhaps feeling that his reaction was a little too big, Villanova added, "I mean, this guy looks even more stupid than you, and you're interested in getting to know him?" ”

"Not very familiar."

Fan Bizhuang seemed to be smiling, and his inquiring gaze shuttled back and forth on the face of the assistant coach.

Villanova felt as if his thoughts had been guessed by Fan Bizhuang, his face trembled unconsciously, and then he turned his head.

"He doesn't look like a good person, so I don't have much contact with him. It's best not to touch. ”

As soon as you hear that the other party's identity is a scout, you say that the other party is not a good person?

Ha, can you be a little more obvious, my coach.

Fan Bizhuang smiled in his heart, his face was still calm, and he continued to look up at the court.