As an old man of the national team and an experienced veteran, Puyol clearly sensed the strangeness of the atmosphere at the training ground.

It's just a feeling, although it looks the same as usual, but many teammates are whispering to each other, looking at them from time to time, and Puyol even noticed that some people are still pointing at his side covertly.

Puyol frowned, he felt that something was not quite right, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Pique and Villa ran slowly behind him, the sound of their two men talking softly into his ears.

"Hey, David, how are your injuries? No problem, right? ”

"Of course, you see, I feel better than ever before I can run and jump, ha, even if I go on the court now, I guarantee to score three goals!"

"Just blow it! But looking at your energetic appearance, it should really be fine. Of course, if you want to score a hat-trick on the field, I'll brag about you, ha, the current starting force of the front line is Fernando and Fan, their performance is very good, you want to regain the main position, it's almost impossible, Fan that guy, well, it's too perverted......"

"I'm also very good, okay? This damn injury couldn't have come at a better time, I was supposed to be the team's starting striker...... If I hadn't missed the first few games, maybe I would have scored so many goals! By the way, do you think I have a chance to be in the starting line-up for the next game against Paraguay? Hey, don't look like that, you can see it, I've been in good shape in training these days, and I've always been the team's starting striker, so it's not logical to come back and return to the starting lineup......"

"It's not easy, you know Fan's performance, I want to fight with him, to be honest, man, I'm really not optimistic about you...... Again, that guy is not an earthling at all! ”

"Sounds reasonable, but ...... Gerrard, I've heard, Coach Vincent seems to want to give me a chance in the next game, after all, the opponent is not very strong, so it's a good choice for me to start and find my feel and form...... If that's the case, then I'll have to perform well and try to impress Coach Vincent and reclaim my main position! ”

“……”

The two of them were chuckling and joking with each other, but the words "regain the main position" fell into Puyol's ears, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, first suddenly, then his face changed greatly, and almost subconsciously he called out "No!" Two words.

Clearly, Puyol had already thought of something and realised where the change in the atmosphere in the squad today came from. The possible consequences, as long as he thought about it, made him feel as if a boulder had been pressed on his chest, and he couldn't breathe.

The sudden roar startled Pique and Villa, and when they looked up, they saw Puyol's dark face that was almost dripping.

"Team...... Captain, you ...... What did you say? ”

Pique was stunned, but Puyol didn't care about him, he looked straight at Villa, didn't speak for a long time, and almost made Villa feel furious, and then sighed meaningfully.

"David, you're a great shooter, we all know that, everybody knows that. However, Van has been the better performer, and the help he has helped the team is obvious to all, at least in this World Cup, and it is almost impossible for you to become a starting striker again. ”

Villa was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect his captain to say such a thing as soon as he opened his mouth, which made him a little confused and a little angry, after all, he is from the Barcelona club, Puyol is his captain, and he is a person he respects, but he is such a "own person", and the exit is to praise others, which is simply hitting himself.

Villa was very unconvinced, and said with a stiff neck: "I know he is very good!" The whole world knows he's a genius, a real genius, he can break through, he can pass the ball, he's also good at scoring goals! But so what?! I can score goals and I can help the team a lot! I did well two years ago, and I still do well! I'm no worse than anyone else! ”

Villa's sudden outburst was like a mad lion, and he glared at Puyol with resentment, his eyes faintly red. Puyol's face was calm, but Pique panicked, and hurriedly used his body to straddle the two, for fear that the two would have a greater conflict if they disagreed.

The dispute here attracted the attention of many players, and they cast curious glances on this side, and Xavi and Iniesta, who were not far away, ran over quickly, and were also stunned to see the scene of Puyol and Villa's sabre-rattling.

This script seems to be a little wrong, in the national team, their Barcelona players, it's not that they haven't had conflicts with others, but no matter what, they are basically the same spearhead, and now, it is actually their own two players who have made a fuss together, which is ...... It can't be the wrong theater, right?

Xavi and Iniesta looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what to do.

Puyol had already taken two steps forward, pushed away Pique's blocked hands, and hugged Villa with open arms.

"It's a bit cruel to say that, but that's the truth, David, I don't have any doubts about your abilities, but obviously, from a practical point of view, it's really hard for you to compete with Fan. One more thing, even if Coach Vincent asks you to start, I hope you can refuse. ”

"You ......"

Such words stung Villa again, his face was so red that it seemed to be dripping, and he wanted to struggle to refute, but Puyol had already let go of his hand, let go of him, and patted him lightly on the shoulder, with a meaningful look on his face.

"You'll understand."

Puyol dropped the sentence and turned to leave, he was going to talk to the manager about some things that shouldn't and can't happen.

Xavi and Iniesta were completely dumbfounded, but they could hear clearly not far away, their captain was attacking David? And warn him not to compete for the starting position again?

Oh my God, what the hell is going on? Was the captain kicked in the head by a donkey, or was the world invaded by aliens and the captain possessed by an alien? Otherwise, how could he do such an inexplicable thing?

"You come with me!"

The two men continued to look at each other, and Puyol had already stepped closer, dragging the two men away quickly.

On the other side, Ramos and others watched the show with great interest, snickering from time to time.

"Ha, we haven't used our power yet, they're good, they made trouble first!"

"Well, can we already declare victory in advance?"

"Don't say that, we're always a team, and it's not good to gloat. Actually, I don't want everyone to be stiff, after all, it's not good for the preparations......"

In the midst of the discussion, Fan Bizhuang stood in place, looking at the back of Puyol in the distance, thoughtful.

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It was just a small episode that happened in the morning training, and soon no one paid attention to such a small thing - in the eyes of most people, it is indeed a small thing, after all, it is normal for players to have friction between them, not to mention the Barcelona players' own business, even they, in normal times, will still have red eyes with their club teammates.

It's love to beat and scold, anyway, it's all your own people, even if you make trouble, no one will take it seriously. Maybe a few more quarrels can help friendships thrive.

It's just that no one knows that after an unpleasant encounter with Villa, Puyol went to meet with head coach Bosque, accompanied by Xavi and Iniesta, and no one knows what the four talked about.

The afternoon training also started as usual.

"Now divide into groups and have an intra-team match!"

Assistant coach Minano greeted the players and began handing out vests to the crowd.

"It's yours, Fan."

Minano handed a green vest to Fan Bizhuang, who looked a little unpleasant, and asked in a deep voice, "Did you take it by mistake, Coach Minnano?" ”

"That's right, this is it!"

Minano didn't seem to notice Fan Bizhuang's obviously sinking face, and stuffed the green vest into Fan Bizhuang's hand, "I don't know why, it's Coach Vincent's decision." ”

Fan Bizhuang's face became even darker, holding the vest in both hands, and the green tendons on his hands seemed to burst out layer by layer.

The difference between the team's main and substitutes is easy to recognise, as you can tell by the colour of the vest they wear in training matches, with red representing the main side and green being the substitute.

And now, the green vest has been assigned to Fan Bizhuang, how can he not be angry? Even, at this moment, he has a sense of anger that he is despised and humiliated.

"Green vest? It's really green! ”

"Damn! How could he do that? How dare he really do this?! ”

"Substitutes! Van took the substitute vest! Bastard! Bastard!! Bastard!!! Is this a deliberate attempt to embarrass us? Is this a deliberate attempt to humiliate us and cut off our future?! ”

Before Fan Bizhuang could speak, the other Spanish players who noticed this scene were all boiling, some widening their eyes in disbelief, some cursing in low voices, and some were about to go to Minnano in anger - although they had received the news before and everyone had thought about how to deal with it, when this scene really happened, most of the players were still uncontrollably angry.

Although the national team is full of factions, fairness and fairness have always been the only criterion that maintains the unity of the whole team, and now, this criterion seems to have been broken, and the consequences are naturally comparable to a storm!

A civil strife is almost imminent!