Because the league was in the evening, Villarreal still trained in the morning, but it was not a lot of exercise, and after some basic warm-up training on the training ground, the coaches drove the players into the gym and let them do indoor activities to stay in shape. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At noon, Fan Bizhuang did not return to his small courtyard, he, like most of his teammates, rested in the players' dormitory, and after two o'clock, the club took them to the Love Song Stadium by bus.

This is not the first time Van Bizhuang has been to this stadium, he has been here a few times before, and of course, he has never played here and played professionally.

Strictly speaking, the Stadium of Love Songs is not a very modern stadium, and it does not look spacious, after all, Villarreal is only a small seaside town of less than 50,000 people, and it does not occupy a large area, and it is not so good to build a huge football stadium.

From a distance, the Stadium of Love Songs is a bit of a pocket, with a capacity of just over 25,000 people, which is not a small amount, but definitely not much, and compared to the main stadiums of most La Liga teams, it really has nothing to praise.

But there is one thing, the attendance rate of the Love Song Stadium is extremely high, in recent years, it has reached almost 100%. While this is partly due to the limited capacity of the stadium, it is proud to consider that there are less than 50,000 people in this small city, which means that nearly half of the city's population will come here and become a fan of the city whenever there is a game.

For the people here, no matter how small and small the love song stadium is, it is also their pride, just like its name, warm, romantic, charming, like the sea breeze blowing at any time, telling a moving lover story.

When Fan Bizhuang stepped on the pitch as a member of the team, he felt like a child here, with a different mood.

Maybe this stadium is too small and imposing compared to Camp Nou, but he is already a member of this place, this is his home, and he wants to pass on the warmth and romance here, so that every fan sitting here can feel the charm of the Love Song Stadium.

"How's that, yes, how do you feel?"

The players, led by the coach, were doing various warm-up and acclimatization activities on the field, and Nihat came over and put his arm around Van Bizhuang's shoulder.

"It was comfortable, it was relaxing, it was like coming home." Fan Bizhuang said what he thought very directly.

"Pretty much." Nihat also had a relaxed and fascinated expression on his face, which was very different from his previous hippie smile, and he looked more, uh, seriously, "When I first came here, I also felt like this, and after staying here for a long time, I felt that this place was really like my family, giving me warmth, I didn't want to leave here, I wanted to fight for this place all the time, and always protect my home." ”

He patted Fan Bizhuang's head: "So, little rookie, you also have to work hard, strive to stay here all the time, strive to make our homeland, identify with you, cheer for you, and applaud you." ”

"Yes."

Fan Bizhuang raised his head, looked at the empty stands and seats on all sides, and nodded heavily.

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"Here's your jersey, Fan."

After entering the locker room, assistant coach Ruben handed Fan Bizhuang a yellow jersey and pants.

Normally, the shirt and boots are kept in the player's own locker, but because Van Bizhuang is entering the home dressing room for the first time, and for other reasons, the shirt is improvised, so the current scene has been made.

In fact, the club had prepared a jersey for Fan Bizhuang before, and his number had been selected a long time ago, which was No. 23, and some of the old people of the team were really surprised that Fan Bizhuang would choose this number, but they didn't say anything.

However, when printing the name behind the jersey, there were some small mistakes, the staff made a mistake in the initial letter of Fan Bizhuang, according to European thinking, the English abbreviation of Fan is "VAN", but in fact, the Chinese abbreviation is "FAN".

Fan Bizhuang put forward an opinion, so the staff hurried to temporarily reprint the jersey, this back and forth, but it took a lot of effort, so Fan Bizhuang entered the locker room, the jersey was just ready, and it was sent over in a timely manner.

"Look, Fan, there shouldn't be anything wrong this time, Fan?"

Fan Bizhuang checked it, and then gently stroked the jersey with his hand, it felt soft and silky, very comfortable, on the back of the jersey, printed with a large number "23", and above the number, there was an abbreviation on behalf of his name - "FAN".

"No problem, the jersey is good, thank you, Coach Reuben."

Seeing Fan Bizhuang's love for the jersey, Ruben also smiled: "This jersey officially belongs to you from now on, it is your comrade-in-arms, you have to fight side by side with it for a long time, Fan, bring it glory or downfall, everything depends on yourself." ”

"Yes." Fan Bizhuang nodded heavily, he suddenly felt a heavy sense of mission, and felt that he should not live up to this jersey.

Rookie players always have such and such thoughts, and Fan Bizhuang is no exception, he is already fantasizing about the beautiful picture of himself wearing this jersey and killing all sides, and the fans cheer and cheer, clapping and shouting wildly at his "23" and "FAN".

Then, then his sweet dream was woken up by a slap from Reuben.

"Fan, what are you smirking at?" Ruben patted Fan Bizhuang's head and pointed to a row of lockers on the right, "Those with a brand have their owners, and if they don't have a brand, you can choose one at will." It will become your exclusive cabinet for the next three years, your private space. ”

"Oh, okay."

Fan Bizhuang nodded again and again, and then walked over with his jersey in his arms, carefully choosing.

He saw the cabinet with Nihat's name written on it, with a few pictures of him snorting or laughing, and even a picture of him flexing his muscles, which was very much in line with his style, this guy looked so old and bad on and off the court, and his cabinet was just like his person, new and distinct.

He went further and saw the cabinet of the captain, Hosico, which was clean and there was nothing but his name tag. It's the same style of defense as Hosico, clean and decisive, without any muddling.

Then there was Pires and Diego. Fran, Senna...... Fan Bizhuang also saw Cazorla's exclusive cabinet, in the bottom row, on which the word "struggle" was written in Latin, which was Cazorla's belief in life, and he firmly believed that as long as he worked hard, he would be able to achieve something.

Although Cazorla seems to be vaguely hostile to himself, at this point, Van Bizhuang still admires him, this small player, is definitely the most focused and hard-working group in training, he is meticulous about everything about football, and it is because of this that he has begun to gradually sit in the main force of the team at a young age, and has won the trust of Pellegrini.

"That's what I want."

Beyond Cazorla's cabinet, Fan Bizhuang saw Riquelme's locker again, which was different from what he imagined, as the absolute core of the team, he thought that Riquelme's locker must be the best location and the most spacious and atmospheric one, but in fact, Riquelme's locker was only in the inconspicuous corner on the right, which was also clean and clean, without the slightest decoration, ordinary.

And next to this cabinet, there is the last cabinet, which looks a little shabby, and even mottled with some color. There was no card with the player's name on it, so Fan Bizhuang thought about it and made a decision.

He admires Riquelme very much, so if you want to learn more from him, start with your neighbors.

"Oh, this?"

Ruben frowned.

"What, is there a problem? Or, there are already owners here? Fan Bizhuang looked at the assistant coach suspiciously.

"Not really." Reuben glanced at the jersey in Fan Bizhuang's hand strangely, to be exact, at the number behind his jersey, then at the dilapidated locker, shook his head and smiled, "You really have a relationship with that madman." ”

"Crazy? Who is it? ”

Fan Bizhuang's face was suspicious.

"Martin, Martin. Palermo, who has a nice nickname called 'San Palermo', also has a nickname called 'Madman', he used to be one of us, sadly, he has left a few years ago. Ruben had a vague look of memory in his eyes, but obviously, he didn't want to talk more about this person, he pointed to the cabinet that Fan Bizhuang had chosen, "When he first came to the team, he used the No. 23 jersey and also used this cabinet, so I said that you have a relationship with him (it)." But this number and the cabinet have not been used for a long time, are you sure you want them? ”

"Yes, yes, it won't change."

Fan Bizhuang clutched his jersey tightly and nodded affirmatively.

"Well, then, they're yours." Ruben shook his head, handed the key to the locker to Fan Bizhuang, and then admonished, "By the way, Roman and Martin are very good friends, and he has a ...... for this cabinet next to him." In short, do it yourself. ”

"Inexplicable".

Ruben turned around and walked out of the locker room, Fan Bizhuang muttered like this, and didn't care, cleaned up the cabinet, and then put his jersey, sneakers and other sports equipment in.