On August 20th, all the members of Villarreal went to Valencia, the provincial capital, to play a warm-up match against a league team composed of seven universities in the city at the Valencia Sports University, not far from the city center. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This campus team called Valencia Grand League, in the entire Valencia region of amateur football circles, is a very famous existence, although they are not a professional team, not even a semi-professional team, but their training facilities and training methods are not much different from professional teams, plus they are some young and strong guys, full of physical fitness, full of energy, and dare to fight, so the strength is very good, and because of the reason that they often play, the experience is also very good, in this region, Even many semi-professional and half-amateur teams have not been able to take advantage of them.

However, in the end, it is just a team composed of a group of unprofessional students, and an amateur team that is mixed in the lower divisions or even regional leagues, but when facing a professional team, all kinds of shortcomings are undoubtedly revealed, this game Villarreal can be described as playing very easily, Rao is that many players are not in the best state of body and spirit on the field, but even if they are playing, it is enough to completely defeat this student army.

The score reached 4:0 in the first half, and Forlan, who had been systematically training for most of the month, could still vaguely see signs of fortune from him, but the instinct of the shooter was still there, and the Uruguayan striker easily scored a hat-trick, and the remaining goal was scored by Hosico.

Fernandez's movement in the box made the young student army dizzy, and finally was lured to foul, Villarreal was awarded a penalty, Riquelme did not take the penalty, and Van Bizhuang, who has the team's "unlimited firing rights", also did not take the penalty, and everyone unanimously gave the penalty opportunity to the old captain Hosico.

Hosiko didn't give in either, and easily converted the penalty.

In the second half, Pellegrini began to make a series of substitutions, and almost every player in the first team, including the younger players promoted from the second team, also got the opportunity to play. After all, it is only a friendly game of warm-up nature, there are not so many strict rules, and there is almost no upper limit to the number of substitutions.

Forlan, Riquelme, Rossi and other main players were replaced in turn, and in the end, the team's face can be described as a new look, and there are only four main players left on the field, except for Diego in the goalkeeper position. López, there are only Van Bizhuang and Cazorla, as well as the old captain Josico.

In terms of strength, Villarreal still threw off ten streets of the collegiate league, and in the second half, the submarine scored six goals in a row, Cazorla scored one, and Hosico made persistent efforts to score two goals in a row and scored a hat-trick. The remaining three goals were all from the second team.

In this warm-up game, Hosiko was like an old tree blooming, constantly showing positive performances on the offensive end. He was a defence-oriented midfielder who scored twice in a game and never scored a hat-trick in his entire career, and this game broke a record of his own, even if it was just an inconsequential warm-up game.

And Fan Bizhuang's performance is a little unsatisfactory, not that his performance is not good enough, in fact, he is in good shape in this game, both mentally and athletically, is impeccable, the only regret is that there is no goal, his goal luck is a little bad, the shot is either hit the post, or put an anti-aircraft gun.

Faced with such a situation, Fan Bizhuang was also a little helpless. But fortunately, it's just a game that isn't very important, and it's enough to go back and summarize and adjust.

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There was nothing to praise about the match against a group of student troops, not to mention that the final score was 10:0, even if it was 100:0, no one would praise Villarreal for their strength.

The two are not opponents on the same level, so it doesn't matter how big the gap is, in essence, it is just an innocuous warm-up game, the main purpose is to let the players of the submarine move their bodies and find the feeling of the game.

A few days passed quickly, and Villarreal welcomed their second warm-up opponent in the small town, Numancia.

The game takes place on 26 August, just three days before the start of the league and four days before they will be at home to the new season.

On this day, the atmosphere in the town was obviously a little depressing, and countless fans poured out from the streets and alleys, quietly and silently rushing to the Love Song Stadium.

The atmosphere of the Love Song Stadium is one of the best in the entire La Liga league, and although the stadium is not large enough to compare with the magnificence of the majestic main stadium, it is precisely because of its small size that almost every game is full.

This time was no exception, with fans arriving early to render the stadium with its romantic name into a sea of yellow.

Unlike usual, the fans didn't sing and dance in the stands, and even the familiar warm-up song didn't sound again. Everyone stayed quietly in their seats, either sitting or standing, and some fans held up the yellow fan with the number 16 printed on it, with tears in their eyes and reluctance and sorrow on their faces.

Everyone was waiting, waiting for the player who was about to say goodbye to this stadium......

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In the home team's dressing room, the atmosphere also seemed a little dull and solid.

The players are doing their own thing, some are blowing their hair in the mirror, some are listening to music with headphones on, and some are tidying up their jerseys and shoes...... It's all the same as before, but if you look closely, you will find that no matter what they are doing, everyone's eyes will sweep to the corner, intentionally or unintentionally, to the thick figure standing in front of the closet.

Josico stood quietly in front of his cabinet, which hung a yellow home game jersey with the Villarreal crest and two big numbers: 16! And above the number, the initials of his name are emblazoned.

He's been here for thirteen years, 13 years is not a long number for most people's lives, but for a professional footballer, 13 years is the majority of his career.

He's not a native of Villarreal, and when he was younger, he probably wouldn't have known that he would be in a team for such a long time, and he dedicated almost the best years of his career to this stadium.

Think about when he came here? It should be 95 years, at that time he was full of spirit, at that time he was full of confidence, his face was full of confidence and firm smile at any time, he knew that he was not a talented player, but he was never disappointed, and he would not be inferior, the idea at that time was very simple and pure, that is, together with his partners, let this rural team be able to enter the public eye, and let everyone know that small teams also have big dreams!

Dreams are not all smooth sailing, in the process, there have been tears, there have been pains, there have been losses, but ...... It seems to have ended well, at least for now, Villarreal have been quite successful, they have finished runners-up in the league, they have reached the last four of the Champions League, and now they are about to set sail for the new season.

It's just that......

"It's just that I'm old."

Hosiko looked at the clean yellow jersey hanging in front of him, suddenly felt that his eyes were a little sour, and reached out to wipe the corner of his eye without a trace, reaching out to touch the jersey that belonged to him.

His hands trembled a little, and in spite of his repeated restraints, they continued to shake as if they were not obeying.

Gently stroking the cotton jersey, as if stroking his most beloved lover, and like cherishing his own children, Hosiko knew that his teammates were secretly aiming at him, and he also warned himself many times in his heart that he must endure it, and he must not be ashamed, but at this moment, his tears still couldn't help but flow down.

Here, in this stadium, he has never won an honor worth showing off, and as for the championship trophy, it is a luxury. He used to think that the world was at his feet, even if there was not much development here, it was a big deal for him to change places. But unconsciously, 13 years have passed, the people around him have come and gone, he still sticks here, his mind has long changed, no matter how the world changes, no matter how big the temptation outside, he just wants to stay here, quietly waiting for this team that has been inseparable from his life.

But now, he didn't want to hold on any longer. The team has taken the right path, the team is developing vigorously, he is very relieved, he is very satisfied, he feels that it is time to leave, he can leave with a smile on his face.

Now that he can still run and jump, he can't run at all, and he can leave the opportunity to a better young man, and he can return to his hometown and spend the last twilight of his career there doing what he wants to do most.

Of course, he will still keep an eye on his team, as well as ...... Family in the town!

There is still great silence in the locker room, everyone's thoughts are extremely complicated, young players such as Rossi and Godin are even crying silently at this moment of farewell, and their faces are full of reluctance.

Someone wanted to say something, someone wanted to walk over, but in the end they didn't do anything, just stood quietly, doing other things to cover up the uncomfortable feeling of the moment.

Horsiko had withdrawn from his past memories, and there were still tears in the corners of his eyes, he smiled self-deprecatingly, then picked up the jersey and shoes in the cabinet and put them on his body decisively.

Senna walked up and did not speak, but in silence fastened the captain's armband tightly to his arm.

Hosiko patted the armband on his right arm, and after a trance, he waved at his teammates, his voice firm and choked.

"Guys, come out! For the sake of victory, play! ”

Some people couldn't suppress their emotions at all, and tears fell, almost in the form of crying, roaring in response.

"Yes, Captain!"