Fan Bizhuang went to the post-match press conference, but he sat next to Pellegrini and never said a word, which disappointed a group of reporters who wanted to pull out some fierce information. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But Pellegrini breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, what he was afraid of was that Fan Bizhuang's head was on again, and he dared to jump out of anything, fortunately, Fan Bizhuang won the game and got back everything he wanted to get back, and he was obviously in a good mood, so it was appropriate to chase the poor man without doing it.

There is another person who is the same silent general as Van Bizhuang, and that is Barcelona coach Frank. Rijkaard. Everyone knows that such a big score, which can be called a humiliating defeat, will definitely make the Dutch feel bad, and maybe they will be furious at the press conference, all kinds of mouth cannons.

But surprisingly, Rijkaard didn't say anything, just casually talked about the game and praised Villarreal's performance.

He's a bit of a single, and if he loses, he loses, and he and his team don't fall to the point where they need to make excuses for their failures, which will only make them more humiliating. For no reason can hide the fact that they were beaten to the ground by Villarreal.

'I don't want to say anything more, in fact, if it weren't for the etiquette, I think I should have been in the away dressing room at the moment. I need to stay with my players and they're waiting for me to comfort me. Villarreal played better than us, so they won the game and I have nothing to say about that. ”

Rejecting questions and interviews from reporters, Rijkaard left with this as he left, and then he got up from his seat, looking at his impatient appearance, as if he did not want to stay at the press conference for a second.

This is easy to understand, losing the game, or losing in such a big way, naturally in a bad mood, and having to accept repeated questions from reporters here, this is tantamount to sprinkling salt on the wound, it is simply a torturous torment.

Rijkaard hurried away, only to pass Van Bizhuang when the Dutchman's footsteps stalled slightly.

"I'm out of sight."

This sentence was slight and only two people could hear it, but Fan Bizhuang understood what the other party meant.

This already counts as a kind of bowing. The implication of Rijkaard's words is clear, he admits that his eye for people has gone wrong, and that if he hadn't refused to move Van Bizhuang to the first team, nothing would have happened today.

Perhaps Van Bizhuang still doesn't have much affection for Barcelona, but he will at least remember Enrique and Vilanova's kindness to him, so he willingly plays for Barcelona.

But there is no regret pill to sell in the world, and Rijkaard must also swallow the bitter fruit he has created.

Fan Bizhuang's mood did not fluctuate, just looked at Rijkaard's distant figure, thoughtful.

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When Fan Bizhuang returned to the locker room, he found that there were two guests in the locker room, and his teammates were sitting together, either surprised or excited, and some people showed envy on Fan Bizhuang who had just walked in.

"President Fernando? Mr. Louis? ”

Fan Bizhuang was stunned for a moment, and then nodded to the two old men.

He naturally knows the two old men, the former is the current president of the club, and the latter is the current head coach of the Spanish national team, although he has not seen it in reality, but he has seen it many times in the news, Aragonés is a big celebrity in Spain, and it is not surprising to know him.

Of course, he is not stupid, Aragonés and the president of the club appeared together at the game, which is already a signal, and now after the game, he went directly to the dressing room, what this means, it is self-evident.

Roig and Aragonés both smiled and nodded in response, especially the former, who was particularly enthusiastic, and when he saw Fan Bizhuang walking in, he laughed and came up and gave each other a hug: "Good boy, well done!" You've played fantastic! The club is proud of you, and the fans are proud of you! ”

"Thank you, Mr. President, for your compliment."

Fan Bizhuang nodded indifferently, thought about it, and felt that it seemed a little wrong to use such an attitude to the old man who had spared no effort to support the team for more than ten years, and grinned again.

The teammates around him looked at Fan Bizhuang's "clumsy" performance, and they were about to go crazy with laughter. What kind of person Fan Bizhuang is, the big guys know it, this kind of person is said with a cold face and a warm heart, he will greet familiar friends with a smile, but for unfamiliar people, he will stay away. and the president of the club, of course, I am not familiar enough to be friends, and I force myself to smile at this time, no matter how I look at it, it feels weird, and the traces are too obvious.

Roig didn't care at all, thinking that he also knew the character of this little guy, he patted Fan Bizhuang on the shoulder again, took his hand with a smile, and brought Fan Bizhuang to Aragonés.

"Fan, you don't need me to introduce you, you must know him, yes, he's Louis. Aragonés, the ruler of the Matador Legion. ”

"Louis, I've brought someone to you, ha, if you have anything to say, say it quickly."

Fan Bizhuang felt a calm and sharp gaze fall on him, this feeling he had experienced once, when he first met Pellegrini, the Chilean coach had looked at him with such eyes, they were full of wisdom, and seemed to have the power to see through people's hearts.

The only difference is that Pellegrini is more composed, while the matador coach in front of him is much sharper.

Fan Bizhuang raised his head and looked at the other party without showing weakness. He doesn't care what the other party is, even if he is the head coach of the Spanish national team, he doesn't necessarily have to join the Matadors, he really hasn't thought about the future of his national team, so there is no fear.

Aragonés' gaze changed, first in surprise and then in amazement. Most Spanish players will unconsciously be in awe when facing him, especially under their own gaze, either bowing their heads or wandering their gaze, and few people will look at themselves unceremoniously like the teenager in front of them.

What is this?

Aren't newborn calves afraid of tigers?

"Sure enough, it's an unruly little guy!"

Aragonés chuckled and shook his head in his heart, but he liked the young man in front of him even more.

If Fan Bizhuang had just emerged, he might have some concerns about Fan Bizhuang's temperament, worried that he would cause trouble for the national team and bring a bad reputation, but now, it has been proved that Fan Bizhuang's ability to cause trouble is not small, but his role on the court is even greater. So when I think about it, it's relieved, it's normal for a really useful player to be a person who isn't arrogant and has his own personality.

If you have the strength to play with your temperament, you are called a personality, and if you don't have the strength to play with your temper, you are called stupid. Forced.

It was clear that Van Bizhuang was the former, and his performances on the pitch were enough for Aragonés to tolerate his other shortcomings.

"Finally seeing you, Fan. You've probably heard my name, I'm Louis. Aragonés. ”

"Of course you do, Mr. Wise." Fan Bizhuang responded very calmly, there was no sense of restraint when a small player saw a big boss, everything was very natural, he nodded, and also introduced himself, "I am Fan Bizhuang, I believe you will be no stranger to me, because I will appear on TV every weekend." ”

Aragonés was stunned for a moment, and he didn't come back to his senses about Fan Bizhuang's unique self-introduction, and this kind of strong self-confidence appeared in a teenager who was close to 19 years old, making him feel like "the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves".

"Good! Good!! Attaboy! Boy!! Hahaha!! ”

Aragonés burst out laughing, then stretched out his right hand.

Fan Bizhuang also stretched out his right hand and shook it gently.

'You're different from other players, it's really different, it's different everywhere. Ok, good, good! Aragonés said three more "good" words in a row, and did not say any more superfluous words, but just patted Fan Bizhuang on the shoulder, with undisguised appreciation in his eyes.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Fan, so we'll ...... next time Good bye. I believe that day will not be too far away. ”

Aragonés left such a sentence and walked out of the dressing room laughing.

The crowd of onlookers looked at each other, what was the situation? Didn't Mr. Aragonés come over and invite Van Bizhuang to join the national team? Why didn't you say a few words, turn around and leave?

Is this dissatisfied with Fan Bizhuang?

Or is it ......

The teammates looked at Fan Bizhuang with doubts, and Fan Bizhuang was also confused, shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, indicating that he was also inexplicable.

"I guess there's something wrong with this old guy, right?"

Fan Bizhuang muttered and pointed to his head.

His teammates gave him a disdainful look.

"We'll talk next time." Roig said a word to Fan Bizhuang, and then chased him out quickly, with old arms and legs, the speed of this running made all the players stunned, Mr. President's speed, it is estimated that he can get the ranking when he goes to the Olympics, right?

In the distance, Royge's voice was heard.

"I said Louis, what do you mean by that? Hey, hey, hey, you go slower...... Why did you leave without saying anything substantial? What the hell do you think? Hey, damn Louis, you can't really have a problem here......"