It's no wonder that Andrew is cranky, in Barcelona, or Catalonia to be exact, La Masia is the biggest and most famous football camp here, and 90% of the outstanding seedlings with potential will be included in it. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoA scout from a small club like him has a hard time working here.

Strength, heritage, fame, influence, which point is not as good as Barcelona, how can this be argued?

For Enrique and Vilanova, the two coaches of La Masia's reserve team, as scouts, Andrew naturally knew him, so as soon as he recognized each other, he beat the drum in his heart, lamenting that the trip was doomed to be in vain.

"You know us?"

Enrique looked at the other party with a smile, asked rhetorically, and then shook his head to himself, without waiting for the other party to reply, as if he saw through the identity and intention of the other party at a glance, and said with a smile, "You're here to find Fan, right?" Just say anything, Tito and I are just his friends, he's not our people. ”

This sentence is clear, Fan Bizhuang is not their person, nor is he a member of Barcelona, what do you want to do, then do it, we are just watching the melon eating masses.

The disappointment was just fermented, and before he could spread his whole body, and then he was filled with surprise, and when he heard the news, the joy on Andrew's face couldn't be hidden, and he couldn't care about being polite, and grabbed Fan Bizhuang's hands in a panic.

Villanova looked back at Enrique, who looked serious, but with a playful look in his eyes, he shook his head helplessly and did not speak.

"Fan, I've been following you for a long time, you're a genius, a real genius! You're good and you have a chance to get a foothold in the Pro League! I am a scout for Las Palmas and I can recommend you to the club and I can take you to my team if you want, where you will have a good development and you ......"

Andrew expressed his intentions directly, with a look of impatience, and as a result, Fan Bizhuang withdrew his hands from the other party's hands without a trace, looking a little embarrassed.

Glaring at Enrique fiercely, he interrupted Andrew, who was describing a bright future: "Thank you very much for your favor, you said it very well, Mr. Andrew, but I still can't accept it." ”

"This ...... Why is that? Rejected by Fan Bizhuang again, Andrew still did not give up, and continued, "Do you doubt my sincerity? Please don't think so, Fan! I'm a veteran scout at the club and trust me, you can stay if you want to. Also, next season we can play in the second division, which is a real professional league, which is very helpful for your growth, I think ......"

"Thank you really for your kindness." Fan Bizhuang didn't want to listen anymore, "But I still refuse." Sorry, I have a contract, I'm a professional player with a professional club. ”

"Hahaha!"

Enrique finally couldn't help it, and smiled backwards, Villanova had a helpless expression, and he was really powerless to complain about this unobtrusive friend and top boss.

"Alright, I'm not going to tease you, Mr. Andrew." Enrique smiled as he pointed at Van Bizhuang and said, "This kid joined Villarreal last season, he's a professional player, and he has assists and goals in La Liga. So...... Are you sure you want to take him away and let him play in the second division? ”

Andrew's expression became extremely exciting at this moment, and his mouth was so big that it could hold a large duck egg.

At this moment, he felt a little embarrassed, and at the same time angry. It's not that Enrique is angry that he has cheated him, but that he is angry that he is like an idiot, and just now he said that he was a senior scout, but as a result, he didn't even find out about the fact that he was a professional player, so he rashly sent invitations to others. Someone else's top league player, he still draws a pie in front of him, talks about how good his team is, and proudly tells the other party that his team can play in the second division.

This...... Isn't that an idiot?

Andrew didn't stay any longer, said goodbye, and ran out of the bar. Enrique was still laughing, and Van Bizhuang and Vilanova were completely speechless at the mischievous coach, and they both shook their heads with wry smiles.

Fidel put down the newspaper, glanced at the wobbly wooden door, touched the Spring Festival lying on the ground with his hand, and said to himself: "Sure enough, it's an unlucky bastard, tsk!" ”

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The next day, Fan Bizhuang took the Spring Festival and boarded the bus back to the seaside town.

In the car, Fan Bizhuang installed the battery of his mobile phone, and then a large number of text messages appeared, he looked at them one by one, most of them were sent by teammates, and the content was nothing more than caring greetings.

There's also a text message from Felisa, which starts with "Stinky rascal, what are you doing?" "Uncle Fan, why didn't you reply to my message?" Something like that, when you get to the back, it's "Damn stinky rascal, have you been kidnapped, text messages won't be returned, and the phone is turned off!" "If you don't turn it on again, I'll curse you to go out and fall into the manure tank!" Shouting and scolding like that.

Thinking of that quirky little girl, waiting and waiting for her own call, it is estimated that she is crazy at home, Fan Bizhuang couldn't help but smile.

He was about to call the little girl, but the phone rang first.

It was Mr. Reuben, the assistant coach, who called.

As soon as it was connected, there was a roar like a volcanic eruption.

"Damn it, you damn bastard! You've finally turned on the phone? I thought you were missing, or kidnapped! Stinky boy, where the hell have you gone, for the past month, I have called you every day, but it is always a prompt to shut down! Oh my God, if you don't show up, I'm going to call the police! Ah, bastard! ”

Fan Bizhuang's eager voice made Fan Bizhuang a little stunned and a little inexplicable, and he asked suspiciously: "Isn't this a holiday, I went on vacation." What, what's the matter? ”

"Who the hell will turn off the phone on vacation, and it's been nearly two months! I'm really ......" Mr. Ruben over there was a little speechless, and after complaining again, he asked in a straight voice, "Where are you now?" ”

"In the car. Well, I guess I'll be back in Villarreal in the afternoon. ”

"Okay, I'll talk about it when you come back, there's something good."

"Oh, good."

Hung up the phone, the suspicious look on Fan Bizhuang's face still did not dissipate, he didn't know what made Mr. Ruben anxious, but after thinking for a while, he didn't bother to think about it anymore, anyway, Mr. Ruben said it was a good thing, and when he went back, he would naturally know.

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"Good afternoon, Mr. Leto."

Fan Bizhuang, who was carrying a sports backpack, stood in front of the club's gate and greeted the doorman Leto with a smile. Leto is a young man over 50, he has worked here for almost 30 years, he is the most senior employee of the club, and he is very respected by everyone on weekdays.

Leto was holding a teacup, wearing reading glasses and flipping through the newspaper, when he heard someone greeting him, he looked up and saw Fan Bizhuang, and a smile appeared on his face: "Hello, Oriental boy!" Ha, you're back so early, you're the first player to report to the club, it's good, it's good! ”

Fan Bizhuang nodded, and was about to raise his feet to enter the gate, but Leto leaned over mysteriously and reminded softly: "Fan, you have to pay attention, Mr. Manuel, they have been looking for you for more than a month, and they are almost crazy, I guess they are angry now, don't touch your moldy head." ”

"Do you know what's going on, Mr. Leto?" Fan Bizhuang frowned and asked softly.

"I'm just a gatekeeper, I don't know what it is. But lately people have been coming to the club a lot, and they're all oriental faces like you, so they should, they should...... Well, look, that's the guy. ”

While the two were talking, Mr. Leto suddenly shouted, pointing behind Fan Bizhuang, who turned around and saw an old acquaintance walking towards him.

The person who came was Geng Ziyu, as soon as he saw Fan Bizhuang's figure, he ran over as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and shouted while running: "Brother Fan!" My brother Fan! I've finally found you, where have you been for the past two months? I'm driving me crazy! It's okay, it's okay, you're finally back, woo woo woo ......"

The sharp voice, the complaining expression, and the look of crying made Fan Bizhuang have the illusion that he abandoned him, but was chased by a resentful woman.

He didn't know that Geng Ziyu was about to be driven crazy by his boss in the past two months, and the interviews and materials that he said were good because he couldn't find the main owner, so he dragged it out again and again, and in the end it was really no way, Geng Ziyu, who couldn't find Fan Bizhuang, could only squat here every day, hoping to be able to guard Fan Bizhuang.

This was more than a month, during which Geng Ziyu discussed with the boss and simply cooperated with Villarreal in the name of the newspaper, on the one hand, to help the Yellow Submarine expand its popularity in China, and on the other hand, to help Villarreal seek domestic sponsors.

The condition is that "Football House" will become Villarreal's only official media partner in China, and the club will open the door to allow them to follow the club and interview the club, and the players will have to cooperate with their interviews.

There is no club that does not covet the Chinese market with a population of 1.3 billion, but it is not known that the top giants of La Liga, Real Madrid, always go to East Asia under various banners, the purpose is to open up the Chinese market, and now there are Chinese media to find the door, seeking cooperation, Villarreal does not have a reason to refuse, after the inspection and board meeting, "Football House" and Villarreal officially established a strategic partnership. (To be continued.) )