It's been two days since he returned to La Masia, but Fan Bizhuang's mood has never been high, because of the loss of the game, Enrique has suddenly increased the amount of training a lot, Fan Bizhuang is still suffering from the devil with the team, but no matter how tired he is, Fan Bizhuang is silent and endures silently. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the past two days, he has hardly spoken much, except for the occasional few words to himself during the Spring Festival, and even when his "dogleg" Lauren comes over, he is reluctant to talk to him.

Although Fan Bizhuang has always been silent in the training camp, such a situation is obviously not normal, and Enrique feels that this is the "sequelae" brought to Fan Bizhuang after the match against Real Sociedad.

Although this cold guy seems to have a good psychological capacity, it doesn't mean that he won't have self-doubt, after all, he is only a 17-year-old boy.

So, Enrique felt that he should do something.

In the spare time between trainings, the young players gathered together in twos and threes, or drank water to replenish their hydration, or chatted in a low voice, while Fan Bizhuang sat alone on the sidelines, looking at the clear blue sky in a daze.

It's been two days since the match against Real Sociedad, but Van Bizhuang is still thinking about why he performed so badly in the game. Back at Barcelona, he was still at ease in training, which was very different from the previous games, so doubts lingered in his mind.

Enrique guessed that Van Bizhuang was hit in that game, and in fact, there may have been some blows, but more often than not, it was two completely different performances in training and in the game that left him with a lot of headaches, and he wanted to unravel the answer, and for that, he was about to get into the horns.

Of course, his repeated pondering is still useless, he is just a football apprentice, in terms of vision, in the perspective of looking at the problem, there are great limitations, anyway, now he wants to break his head, and he can't think of a real answer.

And not being able to think of the answer to the question is what makes Fan Bizhuang depressed. After a few months of training, Van Bizhuang felt that his hopes of playing professional football and making it to the top flight were growing, and now, well, he was starting to feel that if his future in the game remained like this, he doubted that his future at La Masia would be bleak.

Just when Fan Bizhuang looked up at the sky boredly, a smile appeared in his eyes. It's the head coach Luiz. Enrique.

"What were you thinking, was it the previous match against Real Sociedad?" This was Enrique's opening remarks, and then the conversation changed, and Enrique, shaking his head, said bluntly, "You didn't do very well that day, Fan." ”

"I'm sorry, Coach Enrique."

Fan Bizhuang responded to the other party in a somewhat frustrated voice.

He didn't have many friends in La Masia, and even fewer people believed in him, but Enrique was one of the few, because he was willing to help him, so at this moment, Fan Bizhuang felt a little sorry for the other party's cultivation, and felt that he had no face to face him.

"But don't be discouraged, Fan, I know that's not your real level." Enrique crouched down, he glanced at Bilanova, who was doing his job, "If you have any questions, you can ask Tito for help, although he has very few words, this is the same as you, but he likes you very much, I am sure you know this, he will help you." ”

Fan Bizhuang glanced over there and did not speak. He can tell Enrique that he is not an active person, the other party does not say, he will not ask, and Villanova's personality is the same as his own, which makes Fan Bizhuang feel that if he goes to him, the other party will definitely help him find problems and solve them, but a ridicule is indispensable, and he will feel very shameless.

In fact, Enrique's words were a bit unexpected by Fan Bizhuang, he thought that he would be reprimanded, and then announced that he would be out of action in the next game, but he didn't expect Enrique to encourage him.

"Of course, it's okay for you to come and look for me, Fan. Don't keep it in your mind if you have any questions, it's easy to go wrong, I've been a player and I'm a football coach and I know what the players are thinking, so the general problems don't bother me. Enrique glanced at Villanova again, knowing the personalities of the two and the way they got along, he naturally understood that this was Fan Bizhuang's "fragile self-esteem" at work, and he didn't dwell on this issue, and continued to talk in a different way, "I remember that you showed good physical fitness during the physical examination and training in normal times, and you also played well in the team competition, right?" ”

Fan Bizhuang nodded, he knew that he was going to get to the point next.

"But you felt tired in the last game, and you always seemed to be too strong, am I right?" Without waiting for Fan Bizhuang to answer, Enrique waved his hand and continued, "Actually, you don't have to worry too much. Fan, your training plan was developed by me and Tito, and I can see your performance very well on a daily basis, so you don't have to deny your ability at all. ”

"But I just feel like I can't keep up with everyone, including my opponents, and I feel tired......"

"That's the crux of the matter." Enrique spread his hands and smiled, "Actually, you don't have any problems with your body and physical fitness. Honestly, Fan, you're one of the most physical players I've ever met. ”

"Your problem is that you don't know enough about the professional game, remember what I told you before the game?" Enrique asked.

Fan Bizhuang thought for a moment, "Don't underestimate your opponent?" Serious about the game? ”

"Yes. To put it bluntly, the league of the youth group is already a regular professional league, and in terms of rhythm and confrontation, it is not much worse than the top league. Enrique pointed out the crux of the problem, "After all, training and intra-team matches cannot be compared to real professional games, the pace of intra-team games is always slower, you can calmly stop the ball and turn around and decide what to do next, but this will not work in professional games, because professional games are faster and more intense. You have to watch the game at all times and be ready and think about what to do next when you receive the ball. You can only observe in advance, make judgments in advance, hesitate, and procrastination will only get you into a quagmire. ”

Fan Bizhuang thought of the game that day, his body did seem to be in a relatively relaxed state, when the ball came over, his movements were very slow, the ball was slow, the observation was slow, and the passing was also slow. He seemed to have grasped the crux of the matter.

"You're smart, Fan." Enrique looked at Fan Bizhuang's thoughtful expression and said appreciatively, "Yes, you haven't adapted to the professional game now, and you haven't adapted to it in any way, so your ability can't be used at all." But it's not a terrible thing, just find a problem, solve it, and the solution is simple, that is, you can play more games and accumulate more experience. So there's no need to worry, Tito and I are doing just that. ”

"Of course, we'll make some changes to your training plan accordingly, and we'll keep your body in good condition all the time, which will get you into the rhythm of the game faster."

Enrique only said a rough idea, but the specific meaning has been expressed, Fan Bizhuang also understood, the haze that has been lingering in his heart for several days has a tendency to dissipate, since the manager has told him that there is a solution, then he really does not need to worry too much. Just do what Enrique says, and the problem will be solved.

"Thanks, Coach Enrique."

Fan Bizhuang expressed his gratitude very sincerely, although his face still looked a little cold, but the sincerity in his tone was undoubted.

"Ha, I'm your coach, and so is Tito, we all want our kids to be the best."

Enrique smiled and nodded.

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Villanova did his thing and walked over to Enrique, who was playing a game of clapping with the Chinese New Year.

"You talked to him?"

Enrique nodded.

"The personalities of the two of you are really a headache sometimes, if you don't ask, I won't say it, it's really ......"

"Actually, I'm going to talk to him after training today. But now that you've talked about it, there's no need for that. ”

Billanoy dropped this sentence and went back to his own business.

Enrique opened his mouth, and suddenly felt very depressed.

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"Fan! Fan! ”

"Come on! You'll be the best! ”

After the training, Fan Bizhuang passed by the sidelines with the training equipment and heard the familiar shouting again.

Sure enough, as soon as he looked up, he saw Pablo, his daddy, who was yelling outside the fence, and Luna, still riding on his neck, babbling and babbling, two little pink fists waving in all directions.

These are the only two fans of Fan Bizhuang, at least after the last signing incident, as long as there is training, the father and daughter will come to the training ground to cheer for Fan Bizhuang.

Fan Bizhuang stopped and smiled in that direction.

But soon the smile retracted, glanced at the middle-aged man standing beside Pablo's father and daughter, and turned his head away.

The middle-aged man is Molina, of course, and the scout who works for Athletic Bilbao has recently changed his tactics and stepped from behind the scenes to the front of the stage, standing closest to Van Bizhuang every day, chattering endlessly.

This is a manifestation of dedication and seriousness to work, but in Fan Bizhuang's opinion, it is really annoying.

Looking at Fan Bizhuang, who was drifting away, Molina did not have a bit of embarrassment on his face, after so many years of work, he had already practiced the cheeky kung fu that had collapsed in front of Mount Tai and changed his color at all.

"I said Molina, will you stay away from me next time? Every time you show up with me, Fan won't come over and talk to us. ”

The fat Pablo and Molina are also familiar with each other, and they also know that the other party is a scout, he is very open to this and does not care, but he is very dissatisfied with Molina and their father and daughter not being able to communicate with Fan Bizhuang more.

Luna's little pink fist smashed Molina on the head, "Bad! Bad! You...... Go away! ”

"What a naughty and cute little angel." Ignoring Pablo's complaints, Molina pinched Luna's pink little face and said with a smile, "Isn't there a saying in Fan's hometown that sincerity is the opening of gold and stone?" I'm not thick-skinned, how can I make Fan look the other way? Ha, I'm going to keep it up! ”

Molina's face flashed with determination, and little Luna struck him in the head with another pink punch.

Pablo gloated and walked away with his angel in his arms: "I wish you a dream come true, goodbye, man!" ”