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Chapter 69 Who is he, I don't care

After the warm-up, Fan Bizhuang returned to the locker room again.

The teammates are also back, and they are all doing their own things.

Captain Josico is resting with his eyes closed, Diego Forlan is listening to music with headphones, probably heavy metal rock music or something, his head is shaking like a spinning top, Riquelme is reading a book , with a very calm expression, Harvey Venta, Abarina and a few teammates are nesting in the entertainment room next to them, playing a live football game fiercely, while Pires is kneeling on the ground, praying devoutly ...

There are all kinds of strange things in the locker room, as if all kinds of life can be seen here.

This gave Fan Bizhuang a very novel experience. In La Masia, when the young players were about to play, most of them were in high spirits, with excitement and anticipation on their faces, but here, everyone used different methods. , I am decompressing myself.

To some extent, professional players are very superstitious. They believe that by sticking to their own "belief", they may be able to bring themselves good luck in the game. Grab a handful of grass clippings, some people want to dance first, and even more weird, they will run around naked first.

Fan Bizhuang didn't have such a weird habit, so he went straight to his locker.

When passing in front of Nihat, the first member of the team was holding a mirror, applying hair gel to his head, and he was doing a new hairstyle for himself.

"Do you want it, little rookie? If you need it, I can lend you some of my hairspray."

Nihat raised the hairspray box in his hand, and pointed to the comb and hair dryer in the cabinet. His hair was not long, and he made it into a mushroom shape at the moment, hovering over his forehead, which looked like a It's like some kind of excrement, but Nihat obviously doesn't think so. The smug expression on his face shows that he is very satisfied with his "poop head shape".

"Perhaps you are not clear, but this is my experience. If you want to maintain a good competitive state, you must first have a good mood. Changing a hairstyle that satisfies me before the game will bring Gives me great pleasure. So, do you understand?"

Nihat tirelessly promoted his "experience" to Fan Bizhuang, but the latter shook his head and politely declined: "I don't have a handsome face like yours, even if I change my hairstyle, I can't attract female fans. Pay attention, so... thanks, no need."

"Bingo! I'm very satisfied with your answer. I have to say that you are very discerning, a rookie." Although Fan Bizhuang rejected him, Nihat seemed very happy with this answer.

As a result, Pires leaned in and said a word, which made him very depressed again.

"Yes, Kach, you have an angelic handsome face and hair like a piece of shit! Hahaha!"

Looking at the essence through things, the truth is always unacceptable. Nihat made a bitter face, resentful, while Pires and his group laughed.

Fan Bizhuang did not fight with everyone, but passed Nihat, nodded to Riquelme who was reading a book, and then opened his own cabinet.

Seeing his action, the noisy locker room suddenly stopped, and everyone's eyes were on Fan Bizhuang, either surprised, puzzled, or puzzled.

Nihat looked at Fan Bizhuang, and then at Riquelme. The latter also put down the book in his hand at the moment, and was looking at the indifferent young man with complicated eyes.

"Fan..." Nehat pointed to the locker and asked in a dry voice, "Is this your locker? This is what you want?"

Fan Bizhuang had already taken out the clean jersey from inside, and while putting it on himself, he turned his head, "What's the matter, is there a problem?"

"Yes, of course there is a problem. Has no one told you anything? Don't you know who the former owner of this cabinet is?" Nehat whispered with a strange face.

"Yes, Martin, Martin Palermo, coach Ruben told me."

"..." With an expression of "knowing that you still use this locker", Nehat carefully glanced at his teammates around him, and continued, "Don't you know that this locker has... some evil things?"

"Evil door?" Fan Bizhuang was stunned for a moment. He only knew that Palermo, nicknamed "Crazy", had used this locker. As for the evil door, sorry, he really didn't know.

"Let me tell you, Martin is not a good guy. You know his nickname, Madman. He is a complete madman. This doesn't just refer to him on the field, but in private, he is also a rebellious Tame guy, here he is a different kind, drinking, fighting, he even beat up his teammates..." Nihat lowered his voice, found Riquelme staring at him, and felt a sudden shock in his heart , but continued to explain to Fan Bizhuang in a low voice, "No one doubts his talent on the football field, but after he came here, his aura seemed to disappear in an instant. An embarrassing record of not scoring three penalties in one game... After he left, new players used the number 23 jersey, and this locker, and everyone who used them, as a result, played poorly Incomparable, in the end I can only leave sadly... Everyone says that this cabinet is cursed, whoever uses it will be unlucky..."

"Many people attributed the poor performance to Martin and the cabinet he used. This made Martin's friends very angry. He once publicly stated that no one is allowed to use this cabinet again, otherwise it will be difficult for him." Nihat winked and pouted at Riquelme. Who is Martin's friend, the answer is self-evident.

Fan Bizhuang looked at Riquelme, and found that this calm and calm core was also staring at him intently.

"So, you can change the cabinet, little rookie." Nehat shook his head, "I don't want such an interesting guy to be cursed, and then leave quickly."

Pires came over and nodded in agreement: "Although this guy and I always bicker, but this time, I support his opinion, Fan, you can use another cabinet. If possible, it is best to change the jersey number. It was replaced."

Fan Bizhuang shook his head and closed the locker: "I don't believe in so-called curses, so there's no need for it."

Seeing his resolute attitude, Nihat and Pires looked at each other, and did not try to persuade him anymore. They had already said what they said, and the other party didn't appreciate it, so they couldn't do anything about it.The two of them were busy with their own affairs again, and the other teammates were the same, only occasionally talking in a low voice, and looking this way from time to time.

"Are you sure you want to use this cabinet?"

Riquelme stood up.

"Can't you, Roman?" Fan Bizhuang asked back.

Riquelme did not directly answer his question, but said as if talking to himself: "Martin and I are very good friends, not only here, but also in Argentina. I'm completely different, sometimes I don't understand how two people with opposite personalities can become close friends, but it is true, he is very good at scoring goals, he always handles the passes I give him very well, he is very talkative Righteousness, you know, I don’t like to talk, and I’m not strong enough. When I was in Argentina, someone bullied me, and Martin always helped me out. Later when we came here, he also helped me fight many times, Ka What He said about Martin beating his teammates was also because he helped me stand out."

"A lot of people like him, and there are a lot of people who don't like him. To be fair, his performance here is really not satisfactory. Many people criticize him. Even after he leaves, there are still many people who will unnecessary dirty water. splashed on his head, it disgusts me.” Riquelme paused, “Do you understand what I mean, Fan? If your performance is not good, I don’t want you to be like those people, throwing all The blame for all the crimes is put on Martin's head."

Riquelme's eyes are a little sharp, which is very different from his usual calmness. Fan Bizhuang can feel the friendship between him and Palermo, but he doesn't care about such "threats".

"As I said to Kach, I don't believe in the so-called curse." Fan Bizhuang nodded and spread his hands, "There are many reasons for the poor performance of the players, but it has absolutely nothing to do with the jersey and the cabinet. , my former coach told me that as a professional player, all you have to do is to show yourself as much as you can, and ignore the rest. He has a great influence on me, and I think I will always stick to it, even though I am now Never played in the top league yet, but I won't forget that."

"If you think so, then I have no opinion. From now on, you are the owner of this cabinet." Riquelme suddenly smiled, "They misunderstood what I said, I am very happy The chest Martin once used has found a new owner, and I'm sure you won't disappoint me, or him."

The "he" that Riquelme said, Fan Bizhuang knew who it was.

"Again, do what I can. I don't care who he is."

Riquelme froze for a moment, then laughed more freely.

"Yes, well said, he is him, you are you, Fan, I seem to have a different view of you. Well, good luck to you, your career, from here, officially start! Come on , Little rookie!"

At this time, coach Pellegrini and assistant Ruben walked into the locker room. They first told some things to pay attention to, and then Ruben clapped his hands to indicate that the players can play.

Fan Bizhuang was a substitute player, he did not go to the player tunnel with the main players, he patted Spring Festival on the head: "This is not La Masia, Spring Festival, you stay here, follow me on TV. "

Spring Festival raised his head high and blinked his eyes full of spirituality, as if responding to his master. Fan Bizhuang nodded and left the dressing room.

(End of this chapter)