Fan Bizhuang slowly ran in the direction of the city, what he didn't know was that at the Camp Nou, Pellegrini and his coaching staff were already on the verge of burning their eyebrows. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After having dinner at the hotel at noon, the team took a brief break and went to the Camp Nou for adaptive activity training. It stands to reason that at this time, Fan Bizhuang should have been present and joined the team, but Fan Bizhuang still didn't even see anyone.

That's it, after all, Fan Bizhuang was born in La Masia's training camp, and he can be said to be extremely familiar with this court, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't adapt to training. But the problem was that after the team was done, Van Bizhuang still didn't show up, and Pellegrini immediately realised that something was wrong.

He urged Mr. Ruben to call Fan Bizhuang, but Mr. Ruben told him that the signal in the suburbs was not very good, and he made several calls, but he could not be contacted.

At nearly five o'clock, the two teams that are about to play have begun to enter the field for pre-match warm-ups, Fan Bizhuang still did not appear at the Camp Nou, Pellegrini is really anxious, if it is delayed, he can only remove Fan Bizhuang's name from the eighteen-man squad, or from the starting list, who knows if he can arrive on time, if not, if the starting list is reported, Fan Bizhuang is not coming, or late, it will be a real joke.

"Hasn't Fan come back yet?"

There were already staff members who came to urge, and Pellegrini turned to ask his assistants, his expression very sullen.

"It's coming! Here it comes! ”

At this time, Mr. Reuben, the assistant teacher, ran over with a phone in his hand.

Pellegrini's face was excited: "Coming? Van is back? Where is he? This stinky boy, when the game is over, I must teach him a hard lesson, I don't know if I want to play today, so grinding......"

Although he said that he wanted to teach Fan Bizhuang a lesson, he was relieved in his expression, no matter what, it was good to arrive on time, and everything else was a small problem.

But Mr. Reuben's next answer made him feel the urge to faint.

"No, Fan hasn't arrived yet, but it's almost there." Seeing that his immediate boss was not good, Mr. Ruben hurriedly pointed to the phone and explained, "It was the phone that went through, Fan said that he was on his way and should be able to get to the Camp Nou in time, his luck was a little bad, and the car broke down......"

"The car broke down? I'll say it! Pellegrini glared, snatched the phone from his assistant's hand without saying anything, and yelled at the phone almost like a roar, "Fan, you stinky boy, you ...... Hey, hey, what about people? Why is there no sound anymore? ”

Before he could say anything, there was only the sound of "hey, hey, hey", and Pellegrini only felt that he was about to suffocate his internal injuries. Mr. Ruben took the phone and called into the phone twice, then shook his head with a wry smile, "I guess there is no signal again." ”

"......" Pellegrini was speechless, with a depressed expression that wanted to get angry but had nowhere to sprinkle.

"Sir, the starting list ......"

Mr. Ruben was afraid that his boss would vent his anger on his head, but he could not help but ask, so he could only ask cautiously and softly.

"No one has arrived, what are you talking about starters? Cross out, cross out! Let this bastard sit on the cold bench, no, the bench won't let him sit, and don't even write his name on the list of eighteen people! ”

Pellegrini was furious and waved his hand impatiently, and Mr. Ruben nodded, ready to go about the manager's business, but Pellegrini stopped him again.

"What did that stinky boy just say? Are you sure he said he would be there in time? ”

"Well, that's what he said, but ......"

"Forget it, let's put his name on the starting list."

The players around him all looked like they were smiling, and Mr. Manuel's inconsistent behavior was really humorous.

Pellegrini also knew that his inconsistent rhetoric was a bit self-defeating, so he glared at his disciples hatefully, looked angry again, and turned away.

In the absence of the manager, the players finally had no scruples and laughed unbridledly.

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After running for about half an hour, Fan Bizhuang was finally approaching the city, and a black car passed by him, and then slowly retreated.

The window rolled down, and a familiar face appeared in front of Fan Bizhuang's eyes.

A chubby head stuck out of the car window, with a look of surprise: "Fan? ”

Fan Bizhuang was also stunned, and then he was overjoyed, stopped his steps, and gasped slightly: "Pabo! Quick, get me to Camp Nou. ”

The fat man was none other than Fan Bizhuang's first fan when he was in La Masia's reserves. Pablo, Fan Bizhuang didn't know how this guy suddenly appeared here, but anyway, it was good news for him, he could take Pablo's car to Camp Nou, instead of running out of breath like he was now.

"Tsk, every time I see you, you bring me a lot of surprise. I said aren't you going to play a league with the team today, instead of spending time with your teammates and coaches, but running to this place where birds don't, looking at you sweaty, are you playing with performance art? ”

Pablo teased, then pointed to the back door of the car, "Come on, Fan, although you are not a Barcelona player now, who called me your fan, it just so happens that I am also going to Camp Nou to watch the football game, and I just happened to drop by with you." ”

As he spoke, he muttered to himself: "Am I considered an enemy?" Ha, you know that you're our opponent right now, and if you do well in the game, then I'm not going to hurt my team? ”

Fan Bizhuang smiled happily, and was not polite, opened the car door and went straight in. It's just that when he entered, he was stunned, and a little girl with pink carvings was staring at him with big watery eyes, and stretched out her little pink fist to scratch his hair.

"Hit, hit you...... Bad Brother ...... Stinky brother ......"

Touching Luna's little head, in exchange for the little girl's disgusted expression, Fan Bizhuang smiled bitterly and said to Pablo: "I said Pabo, little Luna shouldn't know me for such a little time, right?" My first fan, just forgot about me? ”

"I haven't forgotten, but it's true that I have a grudge against you."

The car had restarted, and Pablo said with a smile as he drove, "Who told you kid to leave La Masia and join another team, that's okay, and now he's back with his new club." Tsk, Fan, are you kid going to stage the prince's revenge? After you left, little Luna was sad for a long time, pestering me every day to ask for his brother Fan...... You can't be a Lori killer, right? Ha ha! ”

"I can't help it, I don't have a place in Barcelona, I can only go to other places to seek development." Fan Bizhuang stretched out his hand to hold Little Luna in his arms, and the little girl banged and beat him with her teeth and claws, but Luna was just coquettish, Fan Bizhuang teased for a while, and the little girl laughed and played happily with her idol.

"Little Luna, do you still like Brother Fan?" Fan Bizhuang grimaced and asked with a smile.

"Like. But I don't like it. Pääbo said you're going to help the bad guys come back and bully our team, saying you're the bad guys too. Bad guys, bad guys, Brother Fan is a bad guy. ”

Xiao Fan Boxing danced again, and Fan Bizhuang said depressedly: "Little Luna, you are my first fan, if you don't like Brother Fan anymore, then Brother Fan will be so sad." ”

As she spoke, her hands scratched in the little girl's armpits, and Luna giggled.

"Don't look at little Luna saying that she doesn't like you anymore, but that's just talking, she has been paying attention to you, every time she sees you on TV, she is so excited, and she pesters me to buy her a lot of posters and portraits of you, and her small room is full of your posters."

Pablo turned her head again and said, and Fan Bizhuang laughed, hugging little Luna back and forth.

I heard Pablo say again: "I have to say, although Luna and I don't want you to leave Barcelona, but it turns out that you were right to leave at the beginning, Fan, you are completely different now than before, no one knew you before, and now, no one in the whole of Catalonia doesn't know your name." It doesn't matter if you're from Barcelona or not, but you're from La Masia and a lot of people are proud of that. Anyway, I don't care about the others, and little Luna and I will always support you. ”

"Thanks, Pääbo."

"Thank you no, you just need to play seriously, anyway, it's a joy for us to watch you play. Maybe one day, you'll be back again, who knows. ”

Pablo and Little Luna became their own fans when they were at their least worthy, and Fan Bizhuang believes that their support and affection for him comes from the heart, and this is what touches him the most. However, for the latter half of Pablo's sentence, he didn't pick up the stubble, go back?

Fan Bizhuang shook his head, it was almost impossible. He is now living well and happily in the town, and if possible, he hopes to be able to stay there forever. Even if he leaves one day, he probably doesn't think he has the potential to return to Catalonia.

Avoiding this topic, the car drove all the way, and the three people in the car were also chatting, quickly approaching the destination.

However, when it was still two or three kilometers from the Camp Nou, the car had to stop. At this point in time, it was the time when a large number of fans gathered to rush towards the stadium, the road conditions were very bad, and now it was even more congested and unable to walk.

"It's blocked, I guess I'll have to wait for a while." The car couldn't move, Pablo simply turned off the fire, and he asked Fan Bizhuang, "Is it too late?" ”

Fan Bizhuang looked at his watch, it was almost six o'clock. He didn't dare to delay any longer.

He shook his head, touched little Luna's head, opened the car door, and walked down.

"It's not far away, I'll go first, let's run."

Pablo nodded, but little Luna was reluctant, and stretched out her hands, wanting Fan Bizhuang to carry her away.

"Well, Luna, stay with Daddy. Stay here for the Spring Festival, with you, and when the game is over, Brother Fan will come to you, okay? ”

Fan Bizhuang smiled at little Luna, nodded to Pablo, and ran straight out.

He felt that he was really a tragedy today, he ran once because of the car problem, and now he can only run again because of the traffic jam. The race was also in the media, but he first gave the marathon a run, and there was no one to think about it.

"Fan, come on!"

In the distance, Pablo shouted at Fan Bizhuang's back.

Fan Bizhuang continued to run forward, without looking back, waving his hand with his back to him, and rushed into the flow of people.