The atmosphere in the locker room was very solemn, and everyone did not speak, just sat quietly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The game is over, the final score is 1:1, after the equalizer, Valencia is even more aggressive, wanting to win the game in one go, but Villarreal although embarrassed, but in the end still survived and held on to a draw.

Although they didn't win the derby, a draw was better than a loss, which was a small consolation for everyone.

In fact, in a good situation, but the opponent caught up, and even almost reversed, which is really depressing, the strange silence in the locker room, there is such a reason, of course, more is Cazorla's injury, which makes everyone's mood a little low.

As for Fan Bizhuang's malicious beating, no one mentioned it, and no one blamed him. In fact, when they saw Cazorla injured and fell to the ground, these people were also furious and eager to rush forward to avenge their teammates. Fan Bizhuang just did what everyone wanted to do but didn't do, and this is a derby, and no one will accuse him of anything because of it.

"You kid is good enough, that punch, tsk, it's really imposing, I applauded when I watched it above."

Nihat couldn't stand such an atmosphere, he had a grinning smile on his face, stepped forward and patted Fan Bizhuang on the shoulder, "You don't have any psychological burden, don't blame you for the draw, if you want me to say, everyone is cheering for you from the bottom of their hearts." You don't know, that Navarro is not a good stubble, he has fought so many times, openly and secretly, I have suffered a lot of losses, you not only helped San Diego avenge it, but also helped me relieve my hatred. ”

Navarro is indeed notorious in La Liga, and his violent temper and rough actions have made many professional players hate and fear. Fan Bizhuang made such a show today, it is estimated that the other party will be taught a lesson, and it can be regarded as a report and a report.

"Kach is right, anyway, I think Fan did a good job, and I should teach this kind of wicked person a lesson."

It was Forlan who said this, in the first round of this season, as a striker, he and Navarro often confronted head-on, during which he suffered a lot of dark losses, and Fan Bizhuang also indirectly avenged him.

Speaking of this, he smiled again: "But Fan, you are famous today, and it is estimated that the headlines of the newspaper the next day will be your name." Perhaps, Navarro's 'wicked' name will be yours from now on. ”

Fan Bizhuang smiled and nodded indifferently, and the other teammates were also amused by the jokes of Nyhart and Fran, and the atmosphere in the locker room was finally a lot more lively.

Pires smiled and spread his hands and said: "I really didn't find out before, the little rookie turned out to be a hot-tempered person, and today is really an eye-opener for us." ”

"Ha, that's right, the way Fan looked at that time scared me. I thought he was going to fight 11 people on the other side! ”

"Anyway, I think it's a good job! Those guys, they should be taught a hard lesson! ”

"It's just a matter of looking down on us, and now he has tackled San Diego, he deserves it! Well done Fan, I've got your back! ”

The teammates were noisy, Riquelme shook his head, stood up on his own, opened the locker, and packed his things. However, when he saw Fan Bizhuang's cabinet next to him, he was stunned, and shook his head with a wry smile.

His former friend, the former owner of this cabinet, Martin. Palermo, isn't that the same kind of person? On the pitch, he unscrupulously flaunts his character and behaves freely, which makes the introverted Riquelme very envious, but it is also regrettable, because it is precisely this that limits Palermo's greater development in football.

For football, character is not absolute, but the impact is huge.

A really great player, he can see himself, he can understand what he can and can't do, and he controls his emotions and everything speaks with his feet.

Riquelme was suddenly a little worried, he feared that Van Bizhuang, who had inherited the Palermo jersey number and lockers, would become the second "madman".

Packing up his things, Riquelme prepared to leave, and before leaving, he stopped by Fan Bizhuang's side.

"A true professional footballer, he is able to control his emotions and everything is done with football."

Van Bizhuang was stunned, this is the second time he has heard such an exhortation today, previously the head coach Manuel Pellegrini, and now the core of the team, Riquelme, known as the classical midfield master.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Riquelme had already waved to his teammates and walked away.

"Ignore him, he's a stuffy gourd. What's wrong with doing what you want? Football should be hot-blooded and exciting! If it's honest, what's the point! ”

Nihat ran over with a grin and put his arm around Fan Bizhuang's shoulder. His remarks resonated with many players, football is a career they love, because it is passionate enough and bloody, if they suppress their personality because of this, then football will be much less fun for them.

Football is a small society, where people are humble, flamboyant, introverted, unruly, and so on. Everyone has their own style, just as everyone has their own personality, and there is no distinction between good and bad.

Van Bizhuang also agreed with Niehat's theory of the "true self", but he also understood that Riquelme was reminding himself, so he nodded thoughtfully and did not speak again.

Soon after, Manuel Pellegrini and captain Alvarez returned from their post-match press conference, and the manager didn't say much, just telling Van Bizhuang to leave through the other side of the door.

At the press conference just now, many media reporters pointed their guns at Pellegrini, to be precise, at Fan Bizhuang, who was sent off with a red card, and all of them were crusading against Fan Bizhuang who used violence.

For the sake of protecting the players, Pellegrini kept diverting the topic and solemnly stated that he would be punished for the malicious foul that caused Cazorla's injury. Navarro, filed a complaint with the Spanish Football Federation for additional penalties.

finally got rid of the entanglement of reporters, but Pellegrini knew that reporters would not let go of Fan Bizhuang easily, and would definitely chase and intercept outside the stadium. If they are entangled, with Fan Bizhuang's temperament, maybe there will be some turmoil.

It's already a headache to have an accident on the pitch, and if something goes wrong, I really don't know how it will end. That's why Pellegrini has such a reminder.

Fan Bizhuang nodded in agreement.

Nihat originally wanted to invite Fan Bizhuang to go to a nightclub with him at night, drink some wine, and calm down today's depression, but Fan Bizhuang refused on the grounds of discomfort, and Nihat didn't persuade much, understanding that the other party was really not in a high mood, so he gave up.

After freshening up in the locker room and saying goodbye to his teammates, Fan Bizhuang left the pitch.

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Sure enough, as Pellegrini said, when Fan Bizhuang ran out of the small door on the other side of the stadium, he saw a lot of people waiting at the gate not far away, all carrying long guns and short guns, I believe that they were those reporters who did not want to leave and wanted to get more news material.

Fan Bizhuang didn't alarm them, pulled down the brim of the hat he was wearing on his head, and trotted away from the area around the court.

Previously, when leaving, Pires and Nihart kindly invited Fan Bizhuang to take their car, but Fan Bizhuang refused, his residence was not too far from the Love Song Stadium, and his mood was really not high, and he wanted to breathe in the night breeze.

The Spring Festival accompanied Fan Bizhuang to trot all the way, and seemed to feel the owner's low mood, and the Spring Festival was not as usual, running around on the way home, honestly following behind the owner, running up from time to time, rubbing the owner's trouser leg with his head, as if he was comforting.

While running, Fan Bizhuang thought back to his experience in Villarreal for more than two months, his temper and personality were very clear, and he was not too good, but this was cultivated a long time ago, and it could not be changed for a while. But such violence and impulsiveness as today, this is rare.

Fan Bizhuang felt that the smooth sailing during this period of time seemed to make his mentality a little inflated.

As soon as he joined the new team, he had the opportunity to play, as well as assists and goals, and such a rapid development made his mentality faintly have a tendency to be arrogant, so this is why he showed such an irrepressible emotion in the game.

After all, he is only an eighteen-year-old young man, and although his past experience has made him a lot more precocious in personality, he will also make some mistakes in his mentality.

Fan Bizhuang didn't care too much, that's what he is, there are advantages and disadvantages, as the manager and Riquelme said, correct mistakes and slowly learn to control, that's enough.

The night was as cool as water, and the salty sea breeze continued to blow into Fan Bizhuang's nostrils, and halfway through the run, the sky suddenly began to fall with raindrops as big as soybeans.

In fact, during tonight's game, the weather was very gloomy, and occasionally a few drops of water fell, but it was not big, and at this time, the long-accumulated rain finally fell.

Fan Bizhuang sped up, and ran forward quickly with the crystal droplets.

The quiet small courtyard was already close in front of him, but Fan Bizhuang, who was running, was sudden, and the Spring Festival at his feet also stopped, barking at Fan Bizhuang's arms.

A white shadow rushed into Fan Bizhuang's arms, and when he looked down, it turned out to be a bloated white cat.

Fan Bizhuang ignored the Spring Festival, reached out and touched the wet white cat, and said in surprise: "Little guy, why are you here, your master?" ”

"Meow~"

The white cat's crisp cry sounded, as if in response to Fan Bizhuang's doubts.

Looking at the place where the voice went, Fan Bizhuang was stunned.

Not far away, in front of the door of the courtyard, a familiar and delicate face was sitting there, curled up in a ball, the rain kept falling, the girl's head and clothes were full of crystals, like a small white flower washed by the rain, shivering in the cold.

"Felisa?"

Fan Bizhuang screamed in surprise, but he rushed over quickly. (To be continued.) )