While there was a lot of noise in the market because of this incredible game and incredible scoreline, the atmosphere on the Catalan side was very solemn. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is a score that no one could have predicted before the game, and Barcelona fans are still waiting for the good news that the heroes will return with victory and three points, but they didn't expect that what they were waiting for was just bad news!

The team lost!

It's just a matter of losing, or losing with such a score that borders on shame, how can this be accepted by Barcelona fans?

I don't know if I regret it or not, but Barcelona fans must be extremely angry at this moment.

There is anger at the players, but also anger at the manager. But more than that, it was anger at Fan Bizhuang.

Fans don't care about the dirty and grudges between Fan Bizhuang and Barcelona, they only know that Fan Bizhuang was born in the La Masia academy, that is, he used to be a member of Barcelona and is his own person!

But this own person raised the butcher knife mercilessly, waved the knife cruelly and indifferently, and slashed his "parent team" all over his body.

What is this?

A counter-attack?

No, it's revenge!

That guy, that bastard, is a scumbag who will take revenge and is ungrateful!

Without Barcelona, without La Masia, would he be where he is today? No!

So, Barcelona cultivated him, but he treated his "benefactor" like this, this is not a villain, what is it!

Barcelona fans can be said to be furious, many people are clamoring, from this moment on, Fan Bizhuang was included in the list of the most unpopular people in Barcelona, in the future Fan Bizhuang stepped into this place again, he was greeted only by abuse and boos, they want to let the betrayer know that Barcelona and him "never die"!

"Judas! Judas!! He's a vile Judas! ”

"He's a traitor to Barcelona! He is our most hated enemy! ”

"Barcelona will never welcome him! Damn bastard, he'll pay for his betrayal! ”

"The next time he's here, we'll give him a good taste of his fist!"

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At Tongs Bar in one of Barcelona's streets, Fidel sat at the bar with an apron in his hand, holding a newspaper in his hand, looking intently.

After a long time, he sighed softly, put down the newspaper in his hand, and fell into silence, with a worried look between his eyebrows.

"Fan, this kid, is playing bigger and bigger, and the whole city is a crusade against him, and I don't know it...... Alas, I'm afraid that next time he comes back, he will have to sneak around. Otherwise, if you are recognized by the Barcelona fans, there may be a violent conflict. ”

This is not a blind worry, judging by the level of anger that the city's fans are now at Fan Bizhuang, if Fan Bizhuang really dares to appear on the streets, he may be besieged by the fans.

Fidel has always known that Van Bizhuang wants to follow the path of professional football, both for his own ideals and to fulfill his promise to Aunt Azusena. In the past, he would sigh for Fan Bizhuang's mediocrity, but when Fan Bizhuang left here, went to the outside world and gradually bloomed, he began to miss the old time, at least he would not be as frightened as now, but he knew that kid's violent temper, maybe one day the trouble he caused would put him in an inextricable situation.

Isn't it good to have a dull life like before? As a football apprentice in La Masia that no one cares about, he runs a small shop called Tongs Bar, chatting with drinkers every day, fartizing, laughing and scolding with everyone, and his life is dull but not boring.

After all, Fidel knew that this kind of life was what he wanted, not what Fan Bizhuang wanted.

"Maybe the current Fan is the happiest."

Fidel sighed, the image of memories in front of his eyes, and by this time, the drinkers in the bar had already quarreled all day. The big guys also know the "good deeds" that Fan Bizhuang has done to Barcelona, although most of the people here are Barcelona fans, but they really can't complain about Fan Bizhuang.

On the contrary, a group of people were still applauding Fan Bizhuang's outstanding performance in the competition.

"Fan, this guy is really amazing! He scored a hat-trick, again against Barcelona! It's amazing! ”

"Ha, I have known for a long time that Fan is a genius, a real genius! Bartender? Ha, this is just a temporary stop for him! No, when do we have to organize and go to the seaside town to cheer for Fan together! ”

"Yes, yes, let him see, we old fellows haven't forgotten him! You say, Fan shouldn't forget us, right? ”

"What do you say, you? How could Van have forgotten us! What kind of friendship do we have with him, that's ...... Well, it seems like we don't have much friendship, but he's been bullying us for so many years, right? Belch...... What an embarrassment! ”

"No matter what, find a time, let's go over and drink with that kid! Now, let's all cheer, Van did a really good job, beating Barcelona all over the ground to find teeth, amazing, really amazing! ”

"I mean, we all seem to be Barcelona fans, right? Is it really good to cheer like this? ”

"What's so bad? Haha, anyway, if I had to choose between Van and Barcelona, I would definitely support Van for it! Who made him our brother? ”

A group of people were laughing and laughing, but the wooden door of the bar was "crunch~" with a soft sound, and someone pushed it open from the outside, and then there was a series of crisp wind chimes.

It's normal for drinkers to come and go in the bar, and the big guys don't pay attention in the direction of the door. However, when the visitor slowly walked into the bar, the lobby suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked suspicious or shocked, and some even rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

Fidel also froze, looking at the middle-aged man with a smile and a black trench coat, his mouth wide open, and he couldn't speak.

"Seems to be very lively, huh?"

The middle-aged man smiled as if talking to himself, straightened his collar, took off the black gloves in his hand, and walked slowly towards Fidel.

"Why, Fidel, when you see an old friend, you are so surprised that you can't even speak?"

Regardless of Fidel's surprised expression, the middle-aged man opened his arms and gave him a big hug.

"You...... You...... Little Plata? How did you get back? Didn't we just talk on the phone two days ago, and you didn't say you were going back...... No, no, since you're all back, then, Mr. Puetta, he'......"

The person who came was none other than the current owner of the Tongs Bar, Mr. Plata Jr. This bar has been around for many years, and it is said that it has been passed down from the generation of Mr. Plata's grandfather, the previous owner of which was Mr. Puerta, and now, naturally, it is the turn of Mr. Plata Jr. to inherit it.

"Don't make a fuss, Fidel, I didn't tell you, I just wanted to surprise you." Little Plata patted Fidel's round belly and quipped, "It's still so round, well, full of pleasant touches...... Thankfully, Ha, Fidel, your weight loss plan still didn't work! ”

Fidel just smiled awkwardly, his eyes peering out through the bar's glass window.

Not only him, but all the drinkers in the lobby craned their necks and looked outside, as if looking for something.

"I mean, you guys, what are you looking at? Ha, don't worry about the rest for now, isn't it a surprise to see me suddenly appear in front of you like this? Isn't it fun? Want to scream loudly? Oh~Geart! Come on, guys, get up and scream loudly! Let me hear where your cheers are and where your enthusiasm is! Welcome me back with your roar! ”

Little Plata's dress is very mature and stable, but when he speaks, he is exposed, and his flamboyant appearance is a realistic version of the comics.

No one pays attention to him, they are all old acquaintances, although they haven't seen each other for many years, this guy's temper and personality have not changed from before.

The drinkers continued to crane their necks to look outside, and some even opened the door of the bar and ran out.

But the result was destined to be disappointing, there was nothing outside, and the person they were hoping for did not appear.

"Alright guys, don't look downcast. Ha, the old man, he is still on the other side of the ocean, in fact, I came back alone, ha, I happened to be in England on business, by the way, come back to see the big guy! ”

As soon as the words fell, the drinkers let out bursts of boos and coaxing, and then turned around to do their own things, chatting and drinking, and little Plata suddenly became a transparent person.

Little Plata gritted his teeth in hatred, and several black lines on his forehead were about to turn into substantial objects, and he turned his head to Fidel angrily and said, "These bastards, do you think I am transparent? Damn it, I want to kick them out and let them know whose territory this is! ”

Monsieur Pueta did not return, and Fidel was disappointed. In response to the dissatisfied "shouting" of little Plata, Fidel replied with a smile, "If you are not worried that Fan will beat you up when he comes back, you can indeed kick them all out, after all, you are the owner of this bar now." ”

"Forget it. That guy wasn't a normal person. ”

Thinking of the guy who always doesn't give himself face and always likes to do things against himself, little Plata shrunk his neck and waved his hand a little excitedly.

"By the way, what were you talking about just now, so lively?"

Suddenly, little Plata found a new topic, looking very curious and interested.

"See for yourself."

Fidel handed him the newspaper at the bar.

After a while, little Plata's eyes widened after browsing, his face was shocked, and then, with a fierce fist, he shouted: "Is this really what Fan did? This...... This...... It's so beautiful! ”

His face was full of joy and excitement, and little Plata was so happy that he even turned around twice in place, shouting excitedly in his mouth.

Fidel helplessly supported his forehead and said softly: "I knew it would be like this, I really don't know, how could Mr. Pueta have such a son...... Is this really biological......"