After Enrique left, Fan Bizhuang still sat in the bar, but he didn't fall asleep with his arms on his pillow, but quietly watched the drinkers coming and going, but the focus of his eyes was not on them, and no one knew what he was thinking in his heart at the moment. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fidel leaned in, stood outside the bar, and winked at him: "I said Fan, listen to what Coach Enrique said, it seems that you played football today?" Seems to be doing a good job? ”

Fidel is one of the people who knows his past best, and knows that he has been working as a football apprentice at La Masia. However, after so many years, Fan Bizhuang is still the most inconspicuous apprentice, so Fidel also knows that Fan Bizhuang has no talent for football.

Of course, he didn't comfort Fan Bizhuang, he knew the inside story, and he also knew Fan Bizhuang's feelings for Ms. Arsanna, so these nonsense that didn't work for Fan Bizhuang was the same whether he said it or not, and he didn't bother to care.

However, I heard the conversation between Enrique and Fan Bizhuang on the side just now, which made Fidel's eyes light up, could it be that there is really a miracle in this world? Or is Fan Bizhuang actually a precious pearl, but he was obscured by dust in the past, but in fact, he is really a bright pearl in the sea?

Fan Bizhuang glanced at Fidel, the bloated fat man's face was burning with a raging fire of gossip at the moment, he pursed his lips and replied: "Coach Enrique said that there are not enough people in the first team, let me help for a few days first." ”

"Oh, no wonder you said the other day that you would come back a little late recently, it turned out to be training and competition......"

Fidel nodded thoughtfully, and before he finished speaking, Fan Bizhuang's voice rang out again.

"As for whether I performed well or not...... the corners of Fan Bizhuang's mouth showed a playful sneering smile, "I played today, but I was beaten by the opponent 10:2, do you think my performance is good?" ”

Fidel opened his mouth wide and smashed it twice, and then he looked like he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

10:2？ That's an exaggeration, isn't it?

But...... With this exaggerated score, then Fan Bizhuang's performance must be a mess, no matter what, his side was scored so many goals by the opponent, so thinking about it this way, Fan Bizhuang must have been abused by the opponent.

Thinking of Fan Bizhuang's "dead face", who was ravaged on the field and couldn't find the north, and wanted to get angry but could only hold back, Fidel had the urge to laugh, but as soon as he looked up, he saw Fan Bizhuang staring at him tightly, shivered again, and continued to hold back his laughter.

After a while, Fidel slapped himself on the head again and asked his own question: "No, Fan, if you really perform badly, then why would this coach of yours Enrique come to the bar to find you at night, but I heard him say that when you play football, you don't run slowly......"

"Can you play football well if you run fast?" The mocking smile on the corner of Fan Bizhuang's mouth became more obvious, "If this is the case, it is better to participate in the Olympic Games 100-meter sprint, maybe you can mix up a medal, and you won't have to worry about food and clothing in the future, so you don't have to nest in this rotten place." ”

"That's true, running fast doesn't mean you can play football well......" Fidel thought for a moment, it was indeed the reason, but the fire of his gossip was still not extinguished, "Coach Enrique asked you what you mean by that?" What is unexpected not unexpected? Tell me, I really want to know......"

Fan Bizhuang ignored him, put his hands on the bar, tilted his head up, and closed his eyes.

Seeing this, Fidel could only shake his head helplessly, picked up the newspaper next to him, and continued to flip through it.

Fan Bizhuang didn't go to talk to Zhou Gong, he closed his eyes, and the thoughts in his mind drifted to many years ago.

In the streets, in the parks, on the beach, a thin boy dragged a big ragged bag, wandering around, and wherever there were cardboard shells, cans, and the like, he would rush over, pick them up, and stuff them into the big bag.

The boy was covered in dirt, no one wanted to approach him, and the passers-by around him were full of eyes and disgust, and the little boy continued to pick up the garbage that could buy him food.

Day after day, the little boy found a way to save effort, he put the big bag aside, saw a can on the side of the road, no longer picked it up and put it in the bag, but kicked the can to the designated place, and when the cans and garbage accumulated more and more, they packed it into the bag together.

This is the labor-saving method that the little boy came up with, and over time, his "unique skill" of kicking cans has changed from rusty to proficient, almost a kick is accurate, and he will go wherever he wants the can to go.

No one wanted to be his playmate, and kicking the jar became the only game he could play. Under the scorching sun, in the wind and rain, the weak figure is lonely and "entertaining himself".

Just such a game......

Fidel didn't pay any more attention to Fan Bizhuang, who seemed to be asleep, what he didn't know was that the corners of Fan Bizhuang's eyes were moist.

"Accidents? Practice makes perfect. ”

Fan Bizhuang muttered in a low voice.

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"I said it wasn't an accident, would you believe it?"

After walking out of the bar, Enrique did not go home directly, but paced slowly on the cold street with a frown, thinking about what Fan Bizhuang told him.

It is true that he went to Tongs Bar in search of an answer, but when Fan Bizhuang's rhetorical question fell into his ears lightly, he was stunned, and was shocked to find that he couldn't answer this rhetorical question at all.

Yes, as Fan Bizhuang said, what is the difference between an accident and an accident? Even if he was clearly told that the exquisite pass was intentional, would he really believe it in his heart?

A football apprentice who has been immersed in La Masia for several years, but has never had any bright spots, and has no sense of existence, suddenly said that he is not actually a mediocre person, that he actually has a good football talent, who believes this?

Enrique has been coaching the reserve team for more than a year, and he still has a certain understanding of Fan Bizhuang, a "weirdo", through his observation, he came to the conclusion that Fan Bizhuang really does not have too good football talent, and it is really difficult to make achievements on the road of professional football.

And Fan Bizhuang's performance in today's match also proved this, except for that unexpected pass, it can be said that it is almost useless.

But......

Enrique was surprised to find that no matter how much he tried to comfort himself and hypnotize himself, Fan Bizhuang's extremely stunning pass still lingered in his mind.

He even began to wonder if his own judgment, no, not only him, but everyone's judgment, had really been wrong? In fact, Fan Bizhuang has unknown excellent qualities, the reason why he is still doing nothing now, is just lacking a discerning Bole?

Human nature is actually a very wonderful and elusive thing, maybe Fan Bizhuang directly told Enrique that this is an accident and this is not an accident, Enrique may not be so entangled, but the more unpredictable, the more he wants to know the final answer, and the more he wants to know the answer, the more he wants to be elusive, so repeatedly, almost into a circle.

This is called the tip of the horns.

Enrique was a little caught up in the nitty-gritty of the bull at this point.

He sat down on a stone bench by the side of the road, his brow still furrowed, took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, smoke rising in the darkness, red dots flickering brightly and darkly, and Enrique continued to fall into deep thought.

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During training the next day, Fan Bizhuang was surprised to find that Enrique, who had always come early, still did not show up after the players came.

With Fan Bizhuang's indifferent temperament, he naturally didn't pay too much attention, but he still learned from the coach who led the team that Coach Enrique was sick, and because of the cold, he couldn't lead the team to train today.

Sure enough, in the whole day of training, Fan Bizhuang didn't see Enrique's figure, he didn't have any ideas, but the Spring Festival seemed quite sullen, which made Fan Bizhuang a little funny, I'm afraid that in the eyes of the Spring Festival, Enrique is his good playmate, this interesting playmate didn't have fun with him today, so he looked lazy and couldn't lift his spirits.

To Fan Bizhuang's surprise, after training, when he was packing up his equipment on the field, Fan Bizhuang suddenly appeared.

Enrique was still wearing a trench coat and the oversized toad glasses on his face.

Seeing this scene, Fan Bizhuang smiled happily, this guy can't be hiding his ugliness, right? After all, appearing on the training ground with a panda eye and being seen by the young players must not cause the fire of gossip among everyone.

Just when Fan Bizhuang was a little stunned, Enrique in the distance immediately ran over in a hurry when he saw Qin Shou, grabbed Fan Bizhuang's hands, and opened his mouth in an extremely serious tone.

"Let's be in this together......"

Ahem, this is just a cold scene made up by Fan Bizhuang's brain, the truth is-

"I believe it wasn't an accident, Fan, I believe you!"