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Chapter 39 Molina

When Molina appeared outside the La Masia training ground, the Barcelona reserve team was divided into two groups, red and green, and were conducting an intra-team match.

He was a little annoyed, because the score at the moment was 4:0, that is to say, he missed a lot of good shows, and he didn't see which little guys played well and scored so many goals.

"Uh, it's not too late. It's only halfway through the first half. Tsk tsk, it's really amazing. Although it's just a game between young players, it's amazing to be able to lead by four goals in just over ten minutes."

Molina glanced at the timing card that was not passed out, and immediately opened his mouth in surprise.As a scout, he often traveled to the training grounds of various clubs in Spain, but with his experience, he rarely saw such a scene. He was not surprised by this score, a bigger score than this He has seen it before, but such a big score was completed in more than ten minutes, which is a bit unbelievable.

"Hey, buddy, let me ask, this game has only started not long ago, how come there are so many goals? Who scored all of these, it's too amazing."

Molina decided to find someone to ask, and he locked his target on a middle-aged fat man next to him. This fat man was very kind, and he was easy to talk to at first sight.The most important thing is that between the fat man's neck is riding a chubby little girl who is waving her powder fist and screaming excitedly. Obviously, this is a father and daughter, and the fat man is a super dad.

This reminded Molina that many years ago, he did the same, let the little Felisa ride on his neck, and the two stood outside the fence to watch the game together.His wife died early, and his job was to travel around, but he couldn't leave young Felisa alone at home, so he took Felisa with him wherever he went, and he worked off the field , and Felisa was on his neck, "working" with him.

"The world's dads are one family", adhering to this concept, so Molina directly approached the middle-aged fat man in front of him.

The middle-aged fat man is really good at talking. The little girl yelled and waved her fists, hitting her father in the face from time to time. The middle-aged fat man moved his daughter's palm lovingly and carefully, while smiling at Mo Lina nodded.

"Are you a Barcelona fan too? Ha, I seem to be talking nonsense. People who are willing to come here to watch the training of young players are not real Barcelona fans." The middle-aged fat man said this, and hit his daughter on the ground The palms on his face were moved away, "Although our reserve echelon's performance in various competitions is not very good, it doesn't matter at all, ha, once they enter the professional arena, our young players will really have a good time." Soaring into the sky."

"Indeed."

Molina nodded with a smile. For the youth training products produced by the La Masia training camp, people who work in football in the Iberian Peninsula have a common understanding. Maybe they did not perform well enough in the youth competition. But this does not explain anything. After entering the professional arena, many little guys adapt quickly and make obvious progress. They can often become the backbone of a team. This is a question of potential.

Therefore, Molina agrees with the words of the fat dad. He also believes that the outstanding players in La Masia's youth training camp may not attract enough attention at a certain period of time, but their potential will allow them to play in the future. The rapid rise in his career really shines.

"By the way, are you asking who scored the goal? Ha, I... hi, sorry."

The daughter's palm was hit on the face again, and the pain made the father grin his teeth for a while, and interrupted him. The fat man apologized to Molina in embarrassment, "My daughter is very naughty, I made you laugh."

"Your daughter is very cute." Molina smiled and reached out to touch the little girl's head, with warm emotions on her face, "I also have a daughter, and she also likes to ride on my neck, and then babble waving her little hands, just like your daughter..."

"Then you must be very happy. This is the treasure God gave us. Every father is the happiest man in the world when his daughter is riding on his neck."

The middle-aged fat man had a naive smile on his face, and lovingly pecked the little girl's pink face, his face was full of satisfaction and happiness.

"But she has grown up, and she really misses the past." Molina shook her head regretfully.

"Babies will grow up. Watching my daughter grow up day by day, I also feel more fulfilled. Haha!" The middle-aged fat man was still laughing. He patted his forehead and suddenly said, " By the way, where did I just say it. Oh, you are asking who scored the goal. Look, it was Korkic who scored the goal, that is, the little guy who is not tall. He is really good. He scored alone. Three goals. Ha, I think he is the most talented young player in the reserve team. I am afraid that Mr. Frank will bring him to the first team soon."

Looking in the direction of the opponent's finger, Molina clearly saw a small player who was running actively in the frontcourt. There were still beads of sweat on his forehead. He seemed a little tired, but he was Full of energy.

In just over ten minutes, he scored three goals. Could this mental momentum be insufficient?

Molina is no stranger to this young player named Bojan Kerkic. He is a frequent visitor to La Masia, and he knows everything about the troubles here, but which young players have potential and talent , He will write it down in his own little notebook, and record some data and his own opinions, and then bring it back to the club he plays for.

This is his job.

For Bojan, a young player, Molina has been paying attention since the opponent was promoted to the Barcelona reserve team on the first day.Bojan is quite well-known in the scouting circle. After all, he is a talented player who has refreshed the records held by Messi in all levels of Barcelona. The nickname "New Messi" is also used by scouts of various clubs. They were the first to hype it up.

It is undeniable that Bo Yang's talent is unquestionable. Not only did he perform well in the echelons below the reserve team, but he has already emerged in the short time after he was promoted to the reserve team, and he has already secured his position as the main player. In the group competition, there are often dazzling performances.

Molina vaguely remembered that two months ago at Camp Nou, Barcelona and Valencia had a youth league match. At that time, Barcelona seemed to lose the game by a big score, but Bojan's performance was enough to impress His eyes lit up, he scored two goals, two very beautiful goals, almost showing his outstanding personal ability to the fullest.

"He is indeed a very talented player." Molina nodded, and then asked, "Who scored the other goal?"

The focus of Molina's attention is not on Bojan. Although the opponent is very good, he is not what he wants.Because such a young genius must be Barcelona's treasure, they will protect such an excellent seedling very thoughtfully, and will not easily give other teams the opportunity to poach corners.

Therefore, no matter how good he is, the Barcelona first team has already booked it. It has nothing to do with him. Rotten tongue?No kidding, Barcelona is one of the top giants in Spain, and Bojan will soon be promoted to the first team, standing on the stage of the Nou Camp that everyone yearns for. The club he plays for does not have Barcelona at all Such influence and appeal made Bo Yang give up the opportunity to play for Barcelona and switch to other small clubs, hehe, not to mention nonsense, it's almost the same.

Fat Dad didn't know what Molina was thinking, he pointed to another player who was also not tall and said, "Here, Pedro Rodriguez, he scored another goal, He's also a very good, talented striker."

"Yes, very good."

Molina nodded, a look of disappointment couldn't help showing on his face.

Like Bojan, Pedro is also a well-known talented player, so here comes the problem. Pedro is almost also a player booked by the Barcelona first team. Tell me about him, he has a use!
"However, today Pedro's performance was very average. He failed to receive a few good passes. Korkic was the best performer. As long as the tall man gave him a pass, he would always receive it. Hold, then make a threat."

At this moment, Fatty's daddy's voice sounded again.

tall?Good pass?

Molina's eyes lit up immediately, and then he searched the field: "Which one are you talking about?"

"Here, that's the tall guy standing on the left." The fat dad stretched out his finger, "It's really strange, I don't think I've seen this player before, but it seems familiar, it should be from the B team. He has been promoted not long ago. Not to mention, his passing is really good, one pass is accurate, but I don’t know, three goals of Korkic, including Pedro’s goal, were all passed by him Well. Ha, Kerkic's performance today is undoubtedly the best, this guy is definitely second!"

Four goals, all four are passed by him?

Molina was taken aback, and quickly looked over in secret.

"Fan?"

Molina had a feeling of disbelief. He naturally knew who the "tall man" was. He was very impressed with the guy who beat Felisa PP and played tricks on himself in the stands.

It's just that this guy has always been a spectator in the stands, and he has come to La Masia quite a few times. He often observes the reserve team's match, but this guy hardly ever plays!

Molina was stunned. It was really difficult for him to connect the taciturn, seemingly calm but indifferent boy with the middle-aged fat man who sent a beautiful four-legged assist. He pondered for a moment, and expressed his doubts out.

"Are you sure it's him? Did you read it wrong?"

No sooner had the words come out than Molina realized he had asked a stupid question.

Because on the field, a clear trajectory cut through the sky, and then landed beautifully on the ground. Bo Yang appeared at the right time, dribbled the ball into the penalty area, and succeeded in pushing the shot easily.

On the other side, Fan Bizhuang stood on the spot, unmoved by the thumbs up of his teammates, and just looked indifferent.

"It's... it's really him!"

Molina opened his mouth wide, and then he realized something. He reached into his trouser pocket, took out his mobile phone, pointed at the training ground, and quietly pressed the button of the video function.

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