Villarreal is just a small seaside city in the Iberian Peninsula, with a small population and few resources, but it is such a sparrow-sized city, but it has a professional team in the top league, and the results are not bad, the reason for this is that many people do not understand. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In fact, it is also very simple, because of the family-like atmosphere here, everyone gets along with each other peacefully and lovingly, always maintains a good mood and good state, and everyone wants to contribute to their families, so the cohesion is very strong, and naturally, the combat effectiveness is stronger.

After a few months with the team, Godin has always liked the warm atmosphere, but today, his feelings are even deeper and stronger, and for the first time, he really feels at home for himself.

The care of his partners, the help of his partners, and their sincere emotions all reminded him of his distant hometown, where his relatives and friends also cared for him and helped him, and here, no different from his hometown.

Looking at his teammates laughing, Godin clenched his fists tightly in his heart and secretly decided: "This is my friends, my family." I also want to do more and better for my home! ”

One day in the future, Godin, who has already left Villarreal and has become the world's top central defender, said in an interview: "It is my second hometown after Uruguay, I am grateful for the experience of that period and years, it is because of Villarreal that I am today, I am a child of a small seaside town, no matter where I am, I will always be!" ”

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Three days later, all the members of Villarreal boarded the club's bus and set off for Catalonia.

In the bus, everyone's eyes kept glancing at Fan Bizhuang in the back row, intentionally or unintentionally, they all knew that Fan Bizhuang came out of the La Masia Academy, not because they were curious about how Fan Bizhuang felt about returning to his hometown, but ......

It's just going to another city for a normal league game, what do you mean with a big suitcase? Do you want to move, and after the game, you settle there and don't come back?

At Fan Bizhuang's feet, there was an enlarged version of a large black suitcase, and his teammates were very curious about it, not knowing what Fan Bizhuang was making trouble about, of course, they were also very curious about what was in the box.

Fan Bizhuang didn't care about the gossip eyes of his teammates, his cheeks were pressed against the glass window, and he stared blankly at the scenery outside the window, the trees on both sides kept retreating, getting closer and closer to the city, and his mood became more and more urgent.

For many people in Barcelona, Fan Bizhuang can not care about many things, but there is one person who he will never forget no matter what. It was because of that person that he lived in the city for more than ten years, and it was because of her that he stayed in obscurity in La Masia for many years and finally embarked on the path of a professional footballer.

It had been nearly three months since he had been away from the city for the summer holidays, not too long for others, but for him it had been a long time, almost three months since the last time he visited his aunt, and I wondered if Aunt Arsène would miss him or blame him.

The post-match reports of each game had accumulated a large pile, and he packed all the newspapers into a black suitcase, along with the award he received for the best player of the match, and a few bottles of champagne lying quietly in the suitcase.

He had to take these things to the cemetery and burn them to his aunt, so that she could be happy for herself even in heaven.

The Spring Festival at his feet seemed to feel the owner's melancholy mood, and rubbed his huge head against the owner's trouser leg.

Fan Bizhuang turned his head, touched the head of the Spring Festival affectionately, and said softly with a smile: "Spring Festival, do you miss your aunt too?" ”

It was naturally impossible for the Spring Festival to answer him, so he could only stick out his tongue and lick the master's palm.

Nihat, who was sitting next to him, finally couldn't help but be curious, and leaned over and asked, "Fan, what is in your box?" Is it food? Ha, good things have to be shared with good friends, look at me, such a kind and friendly face, isn't it your good friend? ”

Fan Bizhuang looked over, Nihat stretched out his finger and pointed to his nose, boasting proudly, and all that was responded to him was Fan Bizhuang's understatement, Fan Bizhuang once again put his eyes out of the window, silent.

Nihart was bored with himself, and his teammates around him laughed loudly. Nihat touched his nose awkwardly, but he didn't speak anymore, he could feel Fan Bizhuang's low mood different from usual, at this time, he naturally couldn't touch his head anymore.

After nothing to say, when the bus with the logo of Villarreal Club drove into Barcelona, Van Bizhuang stood up with his suitcase, nodded to head coach Manuel Pellegrini and assistant coach Mr. Ruben, greeted the driver, and got out of the car.

The bus had just entered the city and had not yet reached its destination, but Fan Bizhuang got off the bus, and the players on the bus all had puzzled expressions on the faces of the second monk.

"What is this going to do, isn't it not on the pitch yet?"

"Fan, where are you going?"

"Hey, hey, what's going on, what's wrong with Fan?"

Some players shouted in confusion and turned their inquiring eyes on the manager.

Pellegrini naturally knows where Fan Bizhuang is going, in fact, the day before coming here, Fan Bizhuang has asked him for leave in advance, it stands to reason that on the days when there are games, the team does not allow players to act alone, but Fan Bizhuang's situation is an exception, for him, Aunt Arsène is the most important person in his life, if Fan Bizhuang is forced to stay, maybe it will cause some bad consequences.

Manuel Pellegrini was not unkind, agreeing to Van Bizhuang's request for leave, but told him to arrive at the Camp Nou before the game. It's only morning, the game won't be played until the evening, so there's plenty of time, and Pellegrini's reminder is only incidental.

"Don't make a fuss, sit down. Van has some personal matters to attend to and he will go to the stadium in the evening to meet us. ”

Pellegrini explained, and stopped talking.

The bus continued to move, but the players gathered together and began to gossip.

"Fan is very strange today, he doesn't say anything with a big box, he doesn't say a word in the car, and he is very depressed!"

"Could it be true that he is going to play against his old club as the media said, so his mentality fluctuates a lot?"

"Don't talk nonsense, do you think Fan is that kind of person? I think he must have a good friend in Barcelona and is impatient to go on a date at this time. ”

"It makes sense, as the saying goes, if you shoot before the game, you will be happy! Fan is also a wonderful person! Ha ha! ”

“…… Kach, do you think everyone is like you, except for the cannon, and there is a lot of mush left in their heads? ”

Godin smiled lightly and looked at the various nonsensical speculations of his teammates, and suddenly he thought of something, and opened his mouth to ask Mr. Reuben, the assistant coach sitting in the front row of him: "Mr. Reuben, do you know where Fan is going?" ”

Mr. Ruben nodded, but did not say more, "He went to meet someone who was extremely important to him!" ”

"Someone who is extremely important?"

Godin chewed on this sentence repeatedly, but he couldn't understand how important this man was, and seeing that Mr. Ruben was not interested in explaining any more, he didn't ask any more questions, but turned his head to look out the window, and the man and the dog had long disappeared at the end of the road......

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When Fan Bizhuang came out of the cemetery with the Spring Festival, his hands were empty, and the contents of the box had already been left in front of Aunt Arsna's grave, and the box was thrown into the trash.

He spent almost five hours at his aunt's grave, talking to her about his experiences, life, performance on the pitch, and interesting stories about his teammates.

Time slipped away imperceptibly, and by the time he came out again, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.

The cemetery is on the outskirts of Barcelona, and it takes more than an hour to get to the city, and the race starts at 7 p.m. on time, which is quite enough.

Fan Bizhuang beckoned to stop a taxi, took the Spring Festival and sat on it, and soon, the taxi drove quickly towards the city.

However, Fan Bizhuang's luck was a little bad, and it only took more than ten minutes to sit on it, and the taxi stopped again.

The driver was a middle-aged man with a small belly, who smiled apologetically at Fan Bizhuang, then got out of the car and came back a few minutes later.

"I'm sorry, boy, there seems to be something wrong with my car, I guess it won't be able to do it in a short time."

The middle-aged man came over to tell Fan Bizhuang about the car, and it turned out to be a broken down.

Fan Bizhuang frowned and asked, "How long will it take?" ”

"I don't know. I've already called, and someone from the repair company should have been dispatched, but it will take at least an hour or two to fix it. The middle-aged man looked guilty, "If you are in a hurry to leave, you can find a new car, of course, I delayed your time, you don't have to pay the fare." ”

Fan Bizhuang pinched his nose helplessly, in the suburbs, it is very difficult to stop the car, but he has no other good way, the car has a problem and can't go, this is a situation that no one wants to see.

Fan Bizhuang nodded, got out of the car, and chatted with the middle-aged man on the side of the road, while paying attention to whether there were any passing vehicles around him.

As a result, more than half an hour later, people from the maintenance company came, but there was no passing vehicle.

With only about three hours to go before the start of the race, Fan Bizhuang gritted his teeth and made a decision, turned around and trotted into the distance.

"Where are you going, young man? Don't wait any longer......"

The shouts of the middle-aged driver came from behind him, but Fan Bizhuang did not look back, and trotted away with the Spring Festival.