The team's match with Valencia ended up losing with a score of 2:6, in this game, Valencia's young player Alcacer can be described as brilliant, he not only scored a hat-trick, but also an assist, even Vilanova commented that this little guy has stood at the top of the players of his age and has the strength to enter the first team. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's a pleasure and something to look forward to seeing a new star rise to the occasion in other places, but if that expectation is built up in Barcelona, it will be painful for many people, just like Vilanova, or the other young players in the stands, on the way back, with a sad face.

However, there is also a consolation that Bojan has also performed well, scoring both of Barcelona's goals, although it does not contribute to the overall situation, but it can be regarded as saving a little face for the team.

Fan Bizhuang didn't care about these things, for him, nothing was about him, he was just an unnoticed football apprentice, although now it seems that the road to football seems to see a ray of light, but when the light comes, he still has to struggle in the dark.

The days have returned to their former calm tracks.

The young players were tortured on the training pitch by the manager who was furious with the loss, while Van Bizhuang was in the corner, "abused" by Vilanova.

In addition to facing passes that came out of nowhere and running back and forth with a soccer ball strapped to him, he also had to practice fast dribbling with a soccer ball tied to both legs, as well as stumbling around the pile, and frog jumping......

Vilanova's ideas were a bit fanciful, with some projects that Fan Bizhuang thought were good enough to improve his football skills, while others were inexplicable, such as jumping around in corners with a huge tire mat......

Well, Fan Bizhuang really suspected that Villanova was "retaliating" against himself under the pretext of special training, but he didn't show any resistance, whatever the other party said, he did it, his temperament was not only indifferent, but also very stubborn, but more, he didn't want the guy with the same sudden face as him to show contempt.

It's just that in his heart, Fan Bizhuang is looking forward to the scene one day in the future, when he can take off his shoes and smash them on the other party's face.

Of course, the day of revenge is far away, and Fan Bizhuang has to continue to sink in reality, and what makes him speechless is that Villanova seems to have found a fresher way to play.

When Fan Bizhuang came to the training ground again, there were already a lot of long black sandbags in his exclusive corner, and around the sandbags, there were still many young players watching, pointing and pointing from time to time.

Puzzled, Fan Bizhuang soon learned what these sandbags were for.

As he entered it with his legs strapped to the football, Vilanova called for a few helpers, and the sandbag was pushed and began to rock from side to side.

"Now work on your confrontational skills. Yes, you'll have to do your best to stay in shape under the impact of the sandbags and get the ball to the right place. ”

Bilanow's explanation was more like an unquestionable order, and with such an order, Fan Bizhuang began his new journey.

The team's daily training is extremely boring, but the young players have been in high spirits lately, because they can enjoy a theatrical performance comparable to Chaplin's under Enrique's devilish training - dense sandbags are constantly shaking, and Fan Bizhuang is like a boat floating on the sea, constantly being overturned, getting up, and then being overturned, standing up again, and so on.

People are like this, they have been tortured to the point of exhaustion, and when they see that there are others who are even more miserable than their own situation, they will comfort themselves and feel that their lives are simply too happy.

Bitter or not, tired or not, eggs hurt or not, yes, look at poor Fan Bizhuang, any pain and sorrow can be swept away.

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If the initial stop-ball training was considered an easy one, then the subsequent training program gradually became a hard mode, a hell mode.

By now, Fan Bizhuang doesn't know how to describe this kind of difficulty, is it the mode of abuse of the master? Well, that's how it should be.

Although every time he was knocked down by a sandbag and stood up, he wanted to rush out of the sandbag forest and knock the owner of the smiling cheek next to him to the ground, but Fan Bizhuang still forced himself to endure it.

Time flies, and during the period when Van Bizhuang was tormented, the Barcelona reserve team often went out to play some games in addition to training, some in the youth league and some in friendly matches against surrounding teams.

Fan Bizhuang felt like an outsider, he would accompany the team wherever it went, but that's all, he seemed to be a spectator forever, and nothing else was to do with him except to sit in the audience.

Lauren has worked hard, he is already on the verge of getting the coveted red vest, Heffren and Crozas have also entered the main sequence, Bojan, who has performed well in both training and games, has begun to emerge, and now he is the main striker of the reserve team, and even has a faint tendency to become the core of the attack.

There are also a few new faces on the training ground, and the only people Van Bizhuang knows are Bartra and Doss. Santos, the former left the team for a while to recuperate due to injury, and the latter is a little milk boy of the B team who was "taught" by him, and now he has also been promoted to the reserve team and is very appreciated by the manager.

Fan Bizhuang has rarely participated in the team's matches, and he would like to verify the results of this training period, but Vilanova directly deprived him of this right, and his daily task is now nothing more than cleaning up the training ground, and the only thing left is training and ...... Training.

Fan Bizhuang seems to have once again become a transparent person on the training ground, except for the new young players who will cast curious glances in the corner, other players have long been accustomed to this scene. Aside from Coach Villanova's newfound idea of torturing Fan Bizhuang that would make them laugh for a while, there was no follow-up.

Sometimes, Fan Bizhuang doubts that his aimless training will have any effect other than making himself extremely embarrassed. Even he wanted to vent his anger directly, beat Villanova and Enrique into pigs' heads, and leave in style, never to set foot in the door of La Masia's training camp again.

Such thoughts came to his mind more than once, and several times he almost put them into action.

But in the end, he was still in the corner, in his own little world, doing whatever Villanova arranged for him over and over again.

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Enrique stood outside the training ground, looking through the dossier sent by his assistants, and Vilanova was beside him, not saying a word, but his eyes were cast on the lonely figure in the corner from time to time.

'It's not bad, this group of players has been working hard lately and improving a lot, especially with a couple of little guys who have been extremely outstanding and it doesn't look like they will stay here too long.'

Enrique closed the notebook, nodded and said so, then smiled at Vilanova, "Frank mentioned it to me a few times that his team has been a little short lately. Ha, is there really a shortage of people? I'm not a brainless idiot, that guy must have taken a fancy to a few of my good seedlings here. You want to get someone from me, huh! ”

"It's just a matter of time." Villanova shrugged his shoulders and said, "It seems that some of the little guys have caught the attention of the first team." ”

"Yes, sooner or later, as a reserve team for the first team, it is our job to continuously send fresh blood and excellent seedlings to the club." Enrique shook his head and sighed, "It's a great fulfillment to be able to contribute to the club to the best of my ability. It's just that every time I come to this time, I still feel a little reluctant, after all, I am the players I brought out, they are like my children, here, I can shelter them from the wind and rain, but after leaving here and really stepping into the professional arena, what will the future look like, whether it is sweet or bitter, they can only taste it themselves, we ...... Powerless. ”

"The eagle will eventually leave its mother and fly high, without experiencing hardships and tribulations, how to see the brilliant rainbow after the rain." Villanova is not a person who likes to vent his emotions, and his reaction is calm, "I see too much, and I get used to it." I just hope that they can be firm in their hearts, no matter where they are in the future, what they have achieved, whether they have succeeded or failed, they can remember why they have embarked on the path of professional football. It's enough not to let yourself regret it. ”

"It's enough not to regret it." Enrique was stunned for a moment, chewing on this sentence repeatedly, and then laughed again, "Tito, sometimes I feel that you shouldn't be a football coach, really, I feel that if you study philosophy, maybe you will be more successful." ”

"Perhaps."

Enrique did not continue on the topic, he glanced into the far corner, and then turned the conversation to Fan Bizhuang.

"How's Fan? You've tortured him enough during this time, and he hasn't gotten into a rage until now, and to be honest, I'm pretty surprised. ”

"I wasn't surprised at all, or I knew he would drop his shoes in my face one day." Villanova thought of the scene of being smashed in the face by a stinky shoe one day in the future, and suddenly smiled, "It's almost, if it continues, there will be no obvious progress, I can only do this, and the rest is only to use more games to experience, whether he can learn from it, how much he can learn, can only depend on himself." ”

"I'm looking forward to the day when you'll be slapped in the face by Fan with your shoes." Enrique also smiled, then nodded and said, "Okay, let him train with the team again tomorrow, by the way, there is just a training match, and we can see the results of our special training tomorrow." ”

"Yes." Bilanova was noncommittal, glancing at his boss, "Give him the red vest." ”