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Chapter 37
After a short break, the young players of the two teams returned to the pitch.

During the intermission, Enrique must have made a lot of adjustments, and several new faces appeared on the field.Bojan and Hefferon appeared on the court.

The two young players are good offensive players. Enrique's intention is self-evident. He hopes to strengthen the team's offense and strive to score goals. He does not want to tie the score, at least not to lose too ugly at his own door.

Barcelona's offensive gradually picked up, but Valencia was not a vegetarian either. Soon, they used a quick counterattack to score two goals in a row.Alcacer scored his third goal of the game for a hat-trick and David Silva added the icing on the cake.

The score became 0:5, and it was obvious that Barcelona would suffer a humiliating carnage at their home court.

There were fewer and fewer fans in the stands, and those who stayed to watch the game couldn't stop booing and booing. Vilanova's face sank like water, and several young players also lost interest in talking.Sitting in the seat, his face was equally ugly, and he didn't say a word.

Fan Bizhuang also didn't speak, not because he was in a bad mood. In fact, although he has stayed in La Masia for so many years, he can be regarded as an "old fritter", but to be honest, he has great respect for this team. I really don’t have much emotion. Over the years, he went from being unpopular at the beginning to being unknown later. The journey in the process must have been unpleasant, so talking about feelings or a sense of belonging is pure nonsense.

The reason why I came here to become a football apprentice back then was because I wanted to find a part-time job and earn a decent salary, and the other reason was to fulfill my promise to Aunt Arsene.

But Aunt Arsene simply likes football and is not a diehard fan of Barcelona, ​​so Fan Bizhuang doesn't need to put too much affection on this team.

If he hadn't lived in this city, if he had changed to another city, maybe he would have become a member of another club's training camp.

No one can tell, anyway, Fan Bizhuang thinks the possibility is quite high.

The reason why Fan Bizhuang remained silent was very simple. Bilano asked him to watch the game carefully and observe every move of the players on the field, so he executed it without compromise. While watching, he thought about the opponent's pass. or the intention of this action.

He enjoys it.

"Beautiful! Really beautiful!"

When Valencia scored the sixth goal of the game, such applause suddenly came from behind. Fan Bizhuang turned his head suspiciously, but saw a familiar face.

The owner of the face also knew that he had made a slip of the tongue. After all, this was on the territory of Barcelona. The host was hanged and beaten by the guests, and he applauded loudly. Isn't this asking for trouble?
Seeing the angry eyes cast by Vilanova and others, Molina quickly covered his mouth and smiled awkwardly.

However, when he saw Fan Bizhuang's calm face, Molina froze for a moment, and looked suspiciously at the big dog snoozing on the ground, Molina finally came to his senses.

"Fan, are you Fan?"

Molina recognized the skinny boy in front of him, and he was surprised. He was very impressed with the guy who beat his precious daughter. He couldn't be more impressed. Even now, Felisa sometimes yells at home Got a chance to go to Catalonia, to chop that bastard kid into pieces.

However, Molina didn't have much resentment towards Fan Bizhuang. In his opinion, this was just a play between children. Felisa was underage, and Fan Bizhuang was not very old. Two children Isn't it normal to fight around?
"Hello, Mr. Molina."

Fan Bizhuang nodded.

Seeing an acquaintance, Molina simply sat down in the empty seat next to Fan Bizhuang, and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

At the end, he asked himself and answered with a smile: "I forgot, you are also a member of the Barcelona reserve team. Why, didn't Coach Enrique put you in the 18-man squad for this game?"

"As you can see." This was a question without any nutrition. Fan Bizhuang spread his hands and looked at him with a strange expression, "It's you, Mr. Molina, why are you here?"

"Ha, work needs, work needs, you know, I'm a...uh..."

Molina smiled awkwardly, and glanced at Vilanova next to him intentionally or unintentionally. Fan Bizhuang is a player under Enrique's command, and the young people sitting next to him must be his teammates. As for the unsmiling middle-aged man in front of him, needless to say, he is either a coach or a staff member of Barcelona. As a scout, to put it bluntly, he is a person who digs other people's corners. Naturally, Molina is not good in front of others. reveal their identity.

Fan Bizhuang naturally understood what Molina meant. The other party was giving him winks. Obviously, Fan Bizhuang didn't help him hide his consciousness. He pointed to Vilanova and introduced him to him with a smile: "Ha, Molly Mr. Na, this is our assistant coach, Vilanova, coach Tito Vilanova."

Before Molina could react, Fan Bizhuang spoke again: "This is Molina, he is a scout, and he has a good eye for people."

Vilanova didn't react at first, but when Fan Bizhuang's introduction came out, he immediately turned his head with squinted eyes, and looked at him vigilantly.

The coaches all over the world probably have a temperament, that is, their players are the best and the best, and they enjoy the sense of accomplishment of cultivating an outstanding young player, but for those who always focus on themselves as treasures The scouts of "good seedlings", these coaches can be said to have no good feelings-Is it easy for me to work hard to cultivate a seedling, but you vampires always want to pick peaches for nothing, what the hell, there are people in the world Is it such a good thing?
Obviously, Vilanova is also such a coach, and his eyes became a little unkind at the moment.

"Fuck, what a fucking pit!"

Molina kept complaining in his heart, but looked at Fan Bizhuang's ignorant and ignorant face, not sure whether this guy was intentional or unintentional, and had nowhere to vent his anger. Lanova stretched out his right hand: "Ha, hello, hello, it's an honor to meet you, Mr. Vilanova, by the way, I'm here to observe some young Valencia players, ha, look , Alcacer and the player named David are so talented, they play really well, they are talented..."

Molina covered his head with sweat, but it was not a lie. These young Valencia players had long been targeted by scouts from various Spanish clubs. They all wanted to cut them halfway. , Snatch these little guys from Valencia's bowl to their own pot.

Molina is no exception.

It's just that before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Vilanova's cold reply.

"Are you here to observe Valencia's players? Then can I understand what you mean, our players are not good enough?"

"..."

Molina burst into tears instantly, feeling like she was about to collapse.

Nima, how can I answer your question?I said I came to inspect players from other teams, but you said that Barcelona’s players are not good enough. If I said that Barcelona’s players are excellent, what would you think? You probably don’t like me even more, and guard me like a thief, right?

No matter how you answer this, you are not human inside and out!
Looking at Fan Bizhuang with a calm expression but narrow eyes, and Vilanova with an indifferent expression, Molina really had the urge to swear.

"Ha, I can't say that. The task given to me by the club is to inspect a few small players in Valencia, but Barcelona's youth training level is unknown in the entire Iberian Peninsula. The ability to train players is one of the best. Ah! It's like..." Molina searched his stomach for a while, his eyes lit up looking at the court, and he pointed down, "Ha, it's like that little guy named Kerkic, last time in Vazquez I watched the whole game, this young player is very spiritual, he performed very well, and he also scored a beautiful goal..."

When Molina was bragging, there was suddenly sparse applause from the stands, which was also mixed with a lot of cheers.

Looking back, it turned out that the home team finally scored a goal. Coincidentally, the goal happened to be Bojan Kerkic who he was praising.

Vilanova's eyes became more and more cold and vigilant, and Molina was so depressed that he almost fainted: "I really didn't come to see this young player named Kerkic, I just pointed... "

"Oh, I can't explain it clearly."

The more he explained, the more confused Molina really had nothing to do. He gave Fan Bizhuang a helpless look, said goodbye, and left as if fleeing.

"How did you know the scout?" Vilanova didn't care about Molina who left, and looked at Fan Bizhuang with a serious expression. Maybe he felt that his reaction was a bit too big, and Vilanova added another sentence , "I mean, this guy looks even stupider than you, are you interested in meeting?"

"Not very familiar."

Fan Bizhuang had a half-smile, and his probing eyes flicked back and forth on the assistant coach's face.

Vilanova felt as if Fan Bizhuang had guessed his thoughts clearly, his face trembled unconsciously, and then he turned his head.

"It doesn't look like a nice guy, so keep him out of touch. It's best not to get in touch with him."

As soon as you hear that the other party is a scout, you say that the other party is not a good person?
Ha, can you be more obvious, my coach.

Fan Bizhuang smiled inwardly, his expression remained calm, and he continued to look up at the court.

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