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Chapter 107 Mission Impossible

There is a four-hour time difference between Spain and Argentina, and it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon when the plane arrived in Barcelona.

Messi's father, Jorge, drove a car slowly on the streets of Les Colz district.

In the back seat, Chen Mo, who was holding a travel bag, half-closed his eyes, enjoying the bright sunshine coming in from the window.Looking at the lazy Chen Mo through the rearview mirror, Jorge turned the steering wheel and said with a smile, "It must be very tiring to train with those older kids during this time."

"It's okay. The training in terms of physical fitness and physical strength is indeed much higher than that of La Masia, but Coach Pekerman doesn't have too strict requirements because I am young."

"Then this coach is very good, and he gave you so many opportunities to play, but you have the ability to seize the opportunity. Oh yes, you mentioned Leon in front of the journalists some time ago, and now we have re-signed with Barcelona. The contract, Leon's salary has increased a lot, it's not good yet"

"Please, Uncle Jorge, let's stop talking about this. I heard from my dad that he and my mom were taken care of by you when they first arrived in Rosario."

"Hahaha, you kid. All right, you go on sleeping, and I'll call you when you get to the dining room."

Jorge's eyes showed gratitude. Since experiencing the economic crisis in Argentina and Messi's illness, their family has been very down and out.Although I came into contact with Barcelona last year, in fact, it was not until the end of the Nike Hope Cup and Messi showed extraordinary talent in the game that Barcelona began to bear the cost of Messi's treatment.

But even so, in order to pay off the debts owed by lending money to Messi for medical treatment, the family is still living in a very difficult situation. What Chen Mo said in front of the reporter made Barcelona feel the crisis of poaching. Messi signed a better contract, which really helped them a lot.

"What a nice kid."

Holding the steering wheel, Jorge's eyes were full of emotions, but Chen Mo didn't take these things to heart, and was still half asleep and half awake leaning on the seat to catch up on sleep. At this moment, there was a burst of applause like a tsunami outside the car window.

Chen Mo opened his eyes slightly, looked through the glass window, and saw the majestic Camp Nou stadium.

"Uncle Jorge, is there a game today?"

"Well, Barcelona vs Valencia."

"Playing Valencia, the fans will not be so excited."

Chen Mo was puzzled, the Camp Nou fans were very proud, and the entire La Liga only paid attention to Real Madrid, and he was a little curious about such a strong applause, Jorge suddenly slapped his head: "Oh! Forgot to tell you, today is Mr Guardiola's final game."

"What?! The curtain call?! Mr. Guardiola is leaving?!"

Randomly disappeared in an instant, Chen Mo's eyes widened suddenly, and he leaned on the back of the seat, Jorge slightly turned his head, forehead: "Yes, not long after you went to the training camp, Mr. Guardiola announced the end of this season After leaving Barcelona, ​​today is the last game. Leon and I are still discussing to find an opportunity to invite him to dinner in the next two days, and thank him for his cultivation during this time."

last game? !

Jorge was talking, Chen Mo was a little dazed for a while, staring at the Nou Camp outside the window, "Uncle Jorge, step aside, I have to see Mr. Guardiola."

"no problem."

Jorge braked, parked on the side of the road, turned his shoulders and shouted to Chen Mo who got off the car: "You'd better find a way to get into the locker room, otherwise Mr. Guardiola should drive away directly after the game."

"understood!"

After closing the car door, Chen Mo rubbed his cheeks. Taking advantage of the traffic passing by, he crossed the road with two long legs and came to the Camp Nou. There was no ticket, but as a well-known young talent in the local area, the security personnel did not make things difficult. Let him in.

The court is easy to enter, but the locker room is difficult to enter.

Standing in the lobby of the stadium, Chen Mo hesitated for a moment and went straight to the men's toilet. He stepped on the toilet seat, tiptoed to familiarize himself with the way, and removed the iron grille of the ventilation duct. Agents generally drilled into pipes.

"Wardfa?!"

The British fans who were shaking their big machine guns in front of the urinal turned their heads and saw this scene and were stunned.

There was a lot of dust in the ventilation duct, Chen Mo crawled forward with hands and feet.As a member of La Masia, it is natural to have longing and curiosity about the locker room at the Camp Nou. In addition, Pique, the grandson of the former vice chairman, likes to be a monster. They entered through this special passage in the middle of the night a long time ago. Through the Barcelona dressing room.

Crawling forward with hands and feet together, around a few turns, a new vent soon appeared not far away, and the sound of running water came from below.

"Have they returned to the locker room?"

Looking at the figures taking a shower below, Chen Mo was stunned. Everyone was taking a shower, when suddenly a big living person popped out.
"do not care!"

As soon as he thought about it, Chen Mo pulled up the iron fence, hooked the sides of the pipe opening with his backhand, and was about to lower his body. At this moment, the wall suddenly collapsed!
"boom--"

"pain"

The ventilation duct was bent, and Chen Mo fell to the ground with his buttocks, dust spilled all over his face. When he rubbed his buttocks and managed to open his eyes, he found four or five stunned naked men standing in front of him, and someone was brushing his teeth. Someone is rubbing hair, someone is soaping
"My God, what's going on?!"

"Oh! It's a thief!"

"catch him!"

Several people quarreled together. At this time, a strong player poked his head out from the crowd, saw Chen Mo's facial features covered with dust, and instantly widened his eyes.

"Little Mo?!"

"Hehe...Mr. Enrique."
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5 minutes later, the Barcelona dressing room.

A series of players including Kluivert, Petit, Overmars, Rivaldo, Enrique, Xavi, Iniesta, etc. changed clothes and chatted, and from time to time they looked at the No. [-] wardrobe with smiles direction.

Chen Mo, who had just washed off the dust on his head and had wet hair, was sitting next to Guardiola, obediently like a baby.

"You guys have watched too many movies? You even came out of the ventilation duct"

Guardiola put on a gray T-shirt and rolled his eyes, but there was more of a smile in his eyes. Chen Mo shrugged and spread his hands, beeping softly: "I can't help it. The management staff won't let me into the locker room."

As soon as the words came out, the other players who were changing clothes next to them all snickered, and the gray-haired Rexach laughed even more: "I heard Zach and Joseph say that you are a brave little guy, now it seems that you It's more courageous than we thought."

"Sorry, Mr. Rexage."

For Rexach, a kind old coach, Chen Mo still respects him very much, and for Chen Mo, a young genius brought to La Masia by himself, Rexach also has a good impression, waved his hand and said with a smile: "OK It’s not a big deal, as long as you pay for the maintenance fee.”

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Chen Mo had a bitter face, and next to him was a strong young man with curly hair who looked like Teddy, while wearing socks, winking and smiling: "Haha, this maintenance fee is only a small amount for you, a young genius who shined in the World Youth Championship. Small money, just contact me for endorsement or something."

"Oh, Pui, stop teasing me."

Chen Mo rolled his eyes. Puyol is a Spaniard, and Guardiola is also a Spaniard. They both belong to the "Spanish Gang" camp in the Barcelona locker room, and he was also a student under the old coach Zach, so the two also had some intersections.

The two were chatting, two old acquaintances Xavi and Iniesta also joined in, next to Rivaldo and Enrique secretly observed wearing socks, Enrique laughed: "This little guy is in the World Youth Championship Get rid of you Brazil, don't you teach him a lesson?"

"Oh please, don't make me sound like a big villain, okay?"

Rivaldo shook his head with a smile, but his eyes were looking at Chen Mo's side face.

The first time he heard the name Chen Mo was because his compatriot Ronaldo once publicly praised Chen Mo, but he didn't pay much attention at that time, until Guardiola and Enrique frequently ran to La Masia, the reason turned out to be to accompany him. The two young guys from the youth training camp played football. At that time, the name Chen Mo left an impression in his heart. He thought this was the limit, but some time ago this little guy actually helped the team beat his country in the World Youth Championship National Youth Team!
As a Brazilian, he naturally has some understanding of the young talents of his country. Those players are definitely the first-class level in the U20 team. This 14-year-old boy can perform brilliantly in such a game!
"Coach Rexach really found a good seed, but this character is a bit too crazy, and he even climbed the ventilation duct in order to enter the locker room."

(End of this chapter)