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Chapter 21 I Believe!
After Enrique left, Fan Bizhuang was still sitting at the bar, but instead of falling asleep with his arms on his head, he quietly watched the drinkers coming and going, but the focus of his eyes was not on theirs. No one knew what was going on in his heart at the moment.

Fidel came up, stood outside the bar, and winked at him: "I said Fan, from what coach Enrique said, it seems that you played football today? Seems to be doing well?"

Fidel is one of the people who knows the past experience of Fan Bizhuang most clearly. He also knows that Fan Bizhuang has always been a football apprentice in La Masia.But after so many years, Fan Bizhuang is still the most humble apprentice, so Fidel also knows that Fan Bizhuang has no football talent.

Of course, he didn't comfort Fan Bizhuang either. He knew the inside story and also knew Fan Bizhuang's feelings for Ms. Arsene, so it didn't matter whether he said or didn't say the nonsense that didn't work for Fan Bizhuang. Too lazy to care.

But just now I heard the conversation between Enrique and Fan Bizhuang, which made Fidel's eyes brighten. Could it be that there are really miracles in this world?In other words, Fan Bizhuang is actually a precious pearl, but it was covered by dust in the past. In fact, he is really a shining pearl in the sea?
Fan Bizhuang glanced at Fidel, the bloated fat man was burning with raging fire of gossip at the moment, he curled his lips and replied: "Coach Enrique said that the first team is not enough, let me help first For a few days."

"Oh, no wonder you said a few days ago that you would come back later, so it was for training and competition..."

Fidel nodded thoughtfully, but before he finished speaking, Fan Bizhuang's voice sounded again.

"As for whether my performance was good or not..." Fan Bizhuang's mouth showed a playful and sarcastic smile, "I played today, but I was beaten 10:2 by my opponent. Do you think my performance is good?"

Fidel opened his mouth wide, smacked it twice, and then looked like he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

10:2?Is this too exaggerated?

But... with this exaggerated score, Fan Bizhuang's performance must be a mess. Anyway, his side has been scored so many goals by the opponent. If you think about it this way, Fan Bizhuang must also be abused by the opponent Get ashamed.

Thinking of Fan Bizhuang's "dead face", being ravaged on the court so that he can't find his way, and he can only hold back when he wants to get angry, Fidel has an urge to laugh, but when he looked up, he saw Fan Bizhuang Zhuang stared at him closely, shivered again, and continued to hold back his laughter.

After a while, Fidel patted himself on the head suddenly, and asked himself: "No, Fan, if you really performed poorly, then why did your coach Enrique come to the hospital at night?" The bar came to look for you, but I heard him say that when you play football, you don't run very slowly..."

"Can you play football well by running fast?" Fan Bizhuang's mocking smile became more obvious, "If that's the case, why not go to the Olympic Games for the [-]-meter sprint, maybe you can get a medal, and you won't have to worry about eating in the future Wear it, you don’t need to hide in this rotten place.”

"That's true. Running fast doesn't mean you can play football well..." Fidel thought for a while, and it was true, but his fire of gossip was still not extinguished, "Coach Enrique asked you What does that mean? Is it accidental or not? Tell me quickly, I really want to know..."

However, Fan Bizhuang ignored him, put his hands on the bar, bent his head, and closed his eyes.

Seeing this, Fidel could only shake his head helplessly, picked up the newspaper next to him, and continued to flip through it.

However, Fan Bizhuang did not go to chat with Zhou Gong. He closed his eyes, and his thoughts drifted back to many years ago.

In the streets, in the park, on the beach, a thin boy is dragging a big tattered bag, wandering around, wherever there are paper shells, cans and other things, he will be excited Run over, pick it up, stuff it into a big bag.

The boy was dirty, no one wanted to approach him, and the passers-by around him were full of blank stares and disgust. With such eyes, the little boy continued to pick up garbage that could be exchanged for food for him.

Day after day, the little boy found a way to save effort. He put the big bag aside and saw a can on the side of the road. Instead of picking it up and putting it in the bag, he kicked the can to the designated place. When the cans and rubbish pile up, pack them together and put them in bags.

This is a labor-saving method that the little boy came up with. Over time, his "unique skill" of kicking cans has changed from unfamiliarity to proficiency.

No one wants to be his playmate, and kicking the can is the only game he can play.Under the scorching sun, in the wind and rain, the weak figure "entertains itself" alone.

Just such a game...

Fidel didn't pay any more attention to Fan Bizhuang, who seemed to be asleep. What he didn't know was that there were traces of moisture in the corners of Fan Bizhuang's eyes.

"Accident? Practice makes perfect."

Fan Bizhuang muttered softly.

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"I said it was not an accident, would you believe me?"

After walking out of the bar, Enrique didn't go home directly, but frowned and walked slowly in the cold street, thinking about the words Fan Bizhuang told him all the time.

It is true that he went to Tongs Bar to find an answer, but when Fan Bizhuang's rhetorical question fell into his ears lightly, he was stunned, and was shocked to find that for this rhetorical question , he couldn't answer at all.

Yes, as Fan Bizhuang said, what is the difference between an accident and a non-accident?Even if I told him clearly that the exquisite pass was intentional, would I really believe it in my heart?

A football apprentice who has been sinking in La Masia for several years, but has never had any bright spots and no sense of existence, suddenly said that he is not a mediocre person, that he actually has a good football talent, who will believe it?
It has been more than a year since Enrique took over the coach of the reserve team. He still has a certain understanding of the "weird" Fan Bizhuang. Through his observation, he concluded that Fan Bizhuang is really not very good. Football talent, on the road of professional football, it is really difficult to achieve something.

And Fan Bizhuang's performance in today's confrontation also proved this point, except for that unexpected pass, it can be said to be almost useless.

but……

Enrique was surprised to find that no matter how he comforted himself and hypnotized himself, Fan Bizhuang's amazing pass still lingered in his mind and couldn't get rid of it.

He even began to doubt that his own judgment, no, not only him, but everyone's judgment really made a mistake?In fact, Fan Bizhuang has outstanding qualities that are unknown to everyone. The reason why he is still doing nothing is because he lacks a Bole who knows people with insight?

Human nature is actually a very wonderful and elusive thing. Perhaps Fan Bizhuang directly told Enrique whether it was an accident or not. Enrique might not be so entangled, but the more unpredictable, the more he wanted to Knowing the final answer, and the more you want to know the answer, the more you have to figure it out, so repeated, almost caught in a cycle.

This is the so-called horn tip.

At this time, Enrique was a little stuck in the dead end.

He sat down on the stone bench by the side of the road, his brows still tightly locked, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, smoke curled up in the darkness, bright or dark red spots kept flickering, Enrique continued I fell into deep thought.

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During the training the next day, Fan Bizhuang was surprised to find that Enrique, who always came early, did not show up after all the players had arrived.

With Fan Bizhuang's indifferent temperament, he naturally wouldn't pay too much attention to it, but he still learned from the coach who led the team that Coach Enrique was ill. Because of the cold, he couldn't lead the team to train today.

Sure enough, during the whole day of training, Fan Bizhuang did not see Enrique. He had no idea, but the Spring Festival seemed rather gloomy, which made Fan Bizhuang a little funny. I am afraid that in the eyes of the Spring Festival, Enrique is its good playmate. This interesting playmate didn't have fun with him today, so he seemed lazy and unable to lift his spirits.

To Fan Bizhuang's surprise, Fan Bizhuang suddenly appeared when he was packing up equipment on the field after training.

Enrique was still wearing a windbreaker, with the large pair of toad glasses on his face.

Seeing this scene, Fan Bizhuang smiled happily. Could this guy be covering up his ugliness?After all, appearing on the training field with a panda eye, and being seen by the young players, it must not arouse the fire of gossip.

Just when Fan Bizhuang was a little dazed, Enrique in the distance immediately ran over excitedly when he saw Qin Shou, grabbed Fan Bizhuang's hands, and spoke in a very serious tone.

"let's be together……"

Ahem, this is just a cold scene made up by Fan Bizhuang, the fact is——

"I believe it was no accident, Fan, I believe you!"

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