Handsome position is not easy

Chapter 8
During the training in the afternoon, Yang was always a little distracted, and his usual technical movements were out of shape, which happened to be seen by Dufflar and others, so they taunted him even more vigorously.Pednio thought that Jan was still angry at the bad words at noon, so he didn't say anything.

He was knocked down again during the confrontation, and Yang fell to the ground in despair, scratching his hair with a lot of broken grass leaves.

He was still thinking about the incident at noon, why coach Garcia, who was usually gentle and kind to him, would watch the conflict on the second floor without saying a word.

Young carefully recalled his time at the Alcochete base in the past few days, and he didn't think of anything that offended coach Garcia, it would only be Davlar's tricks.

He suddenly felt a little inexplicably irritated. Although he kept a low profile like those players who came from other places for trial training, he was always targeted by children from wealthy families in the upper city.

He used to think that as long as he showed enough talent and tried his best to complete every training, he would be able to get support from the coaches and be one step closer to his ideal.

But now he was a little scared, because apart from the little Madeira man running behind him, maybe there was no one he could trust in the entire Alcochet base.

Under the green and white badge of Sporting Lisbon, many talented players stood out, but in the shadows behind them, in the dust under their feet, there were many, many losers who could no longer stand on the green field.

Will I be one of them?The moist monsoon blows Yang's soft black hair. He doubts himself in a quiet and indifferent atmosphere, burying his head in the wall formed by his arms and knees. The green training clothes on his body also look extremely dim. It feels like, Today's particularly bright sun didn't give him the same warmth and light at all.

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"Rodriguez!! Are you hurt?! Where is it?"

Yang let go of the arm that blocked his ears. The voice from behind was very familiar, and he had heard it countless times.

It was Coach Garcia, who seemed anxious and flustered.

Yang shivered, dazed for a while, and quickly wiped his face to make sure that he subconsciously didn't shed tears just now, then lifted his socks vigorously, turned over and stood up.

The eyes that were originally blank due to lack of concentration also returned to normal at that moment.

When Young recalled years later, he could always think of this cry.As if a drowning person grasped the life-saving hand, as if the first ray of sunlight flowed in from outside the heavy curtain, in an instant, you could even feel the overflowing warmth and breath of life slowly returning to your belly.

In some places, it is called the soul.

Too many thoughts and worries, the mind and soul tend to wander outside, the limbs are stiff and cold, the mouth cannot speak, the nose is shallow and the lips are salivating, the eyes are narrowed, the pupils are closed, and the teeth are closed tightly. When relatives and friends call, they can wake up.

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Yang, who hadn't learned a few words of Chinese at the time, didn't know this. He just felt a little cold, and he was taken aback when coach Garcia called him.

Garcia's voice also stopped other people on the training ground. Pedeno, who was still trying to grab the ball from the opponent's feet, realized that he didn't see Yang running for a while.

Garcia nervously looked at the upper body and the lower body, then squeezed Yang's calf and ankle, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Little Rodriguez, are you okay?"

"No...it's okay, Coach Garcia, I just bumped into it just now, sit down and take a while, it's all over."

Yang didn't understand his state just now, obviously he just sat down and took a breath, how could he scare the coach so much.

He jumped on the spot twice, and there was nothing uncomfortable. Garcia was basically relieved, but he still told him not to use excessive force for the rest of the training. The infirmary asked old Matthew to take a look.

Although Yang felt that it was a bit of a fuss, he still decided to listen to Coach Garcia's words. After all, there is no big mistake in being careful.Pedeno walked up to him, and said apologetically, "Jan, I... I just went to grab the ball with all my heart, and I didn't care about you, as long as you are not injured..."

He looked around again, and after finding no one, he continued in a low voice: "I don't know if you noticed, I always feel that after the incident at noon, the atmosphere in our team was not quite right. We were talking and laughing in the morning, but now As if avoiding us, he didn’t stop his feet during training, and he was definitely going to get hit just now.” After speaking, he lifted up his shorts to show Yang that there were some red and swollen marks on his legs. When he touched it, he himself took a deep breath.

"Ped, don't try too hard later, it's probably a good thing Davral and the others did, not only Ricardo, Costa and those guys, but anyone in the base, we can no longer have unconditional I trust you." Yang ran to the sidelines and took out the external-use bruise ointment, and said while applying it to Pednio.

Pedeno nodded a little lonely, looking at the noisy training ground in a daze, suddenly his eyes lit up, he turned his head and grinned: "Coach Garcia! We can trust Coach Garcia, he treats us very well Ah, the last time I injured my ankle, he carried me to the infirmary!"

Yang was also a little dazed after hearing what Pedeno said. He lowered his head and thought for a while before saying: "Ped, you are right. Coach Garcia is very good to us, and he often guides me to practice basic skills. You don't need too much Think, I just want you to be cautious, Davlar's father is the big director of the club, if something happens, coach Garcia can't protect us."

Immediately after training, Jan went to the infirmary with Pedeno.Seeing how they were limping, Davral patted Ricardo on the shoulder triumphantly: "Ricardo, it's better to have your idea, let's do it ourselves, in case we hit too hard, we will be punished , don’t worry about letting those poor ghosts from other places do it. By the way, don’t forget to give them some money later and let them go to the game hall to play, so as not to turn around and say that we in Lisbon can’t do things.”

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The black car inlaid with the logo of the Seymodo family galloped all the way, turned a few turns after leaving Liberty Avenue, and parked gently in front of the villa named Resfera, waiting for the side door to open.

This is a well-known mansion in Lisbon. It originally belonged to an old English jazz, but was later purchased by Luigi Seymodo with a lot of money. Most of the young people in the Seymodo family chose to live here instead of some old-fashioned suburban manors.

The gardener was mowing the lawn, and the flying grass blades and noise made Davlar feel a little uncomfortable. He handed the backpack and equipment to the servants waiting outside the garage, and he walked quickly towards the main building.

The old butler quietly followed him at the door, and said softly, "Master, the master is waiting for you in the restaurant on the first floor. After the meal, you can go directly to the physical therapy recovery room, and I will tell Mr. Zakata to prepare in advance." Duff Lal nodded, opened the door and walked into the dining room.

At the other end of the long table, his father Luigi and uncle Dario were talking, and the light cigar smoke was dimly dyed by the light.Seeing Dufflar walk in, Luigi nodded his seat and motioned him to sit down, and said with a smile to Dario: "Look at this little Duffy, I know you must have a gift for him when you come back, so I came back today So fast."

Dario also smiled slightly and said, "Little Duffy, guess what I brought you?"

Davlar's eyes lit up and he asked, "Is it the latest Copa Mundial sneakers?"

Dario shook his head: "No, no, don't you like the striker named Joao Pinto the most? It's his off-field jersey for the national team. I even asked him to sign his name. How about it? Like it Is it?" Davral immediately took the box, unfolded it and played with it for a long time, and didn't put it down until Luigi urged him to eat.

"Duffy, how are you doing in Alcochet? The exam is about to take place. Did you train well? I mentioned it to Coach Mensa, but he said he would show you off." Luigi resumed Picking up the cigar, he said lazily.

Davral agreed twice vaguely. The big test of Sporting Lisbon is very important to the entire youth training echelon. The recent training volume has increased a lot, especially the increased confrontation, which is much more tiring than before.

The big exam, when it comes to the big exam, he suddenly narrowed his eyes, thought for a while, and said to his father who was immersed in the aroma of cigars: "Father, to tell you the truth, I did have a little problem with my training at the base recently."

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After listening to Davlar's reverse construction and embellished description, Luigi looked disgusted and reached out to call the club. After thinking about it, he shook his head and said to Dario:

"Third son, I didn't expect the club's youth training to be run like this now. All kinds of cats and dogs are stuffed in. Those little miscellaneous hairs are not light or heavy. Maybe they will hurt the child someday. In particular, there are intentional mischief. It may be that your nephew is playing well and feels angry. It is not convenient for me to ask directly from the club. In this way, you go to Alcochete tomorrow and talk to Mensa. Let those two little guys suffer a bit."

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On the other side of the city, in the messy and crowded apartment area, in that humble little house was another father and son.

José stroked Jan's hair as he recounted a bad day at the Alcochete base, heard him angrily scold Davral for his ugly behavior, and listened to him mumble his dissatisfaction with the state of his training.

Jose dragged his body exhausted from long hours of physical labor, although he was a little dazed, he was still trying to distinguish what his son's immature voice was speaking at a very fast speed.It was undoubtedly exhausting, so it was only natural for him to fall over and fall asleep again.

Yang didn't realize that his father who was sitting behind him was snoring softly until his mouth was dry. He was a little helpless, but he had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​continuing to share his experiences.

Finding a thin blanket to cover his father, he began to think about today's dinner, but in fact there is not much to think about. When anyone knows that he only has two raw materials left besides rice, he will not think about too many choices. .

Fortunately, Yang not only inherited his mother's appearance, but also his mother's cooking skills, which is why Jose had no choice but to give up the right to cook at Yang's plea.

As for the collision and fusion of Chinese cooking talent and Portuguese cooking skills, what kind of mysterious product can be created, for two hungry men, these are far less important than filling their stomachs as soon as possible.

Jose, who was awakened by the smell of pickled fish stew and rice, listened carefully to Young's doubts about Coach Garcia's behavior. Although his tongue was shaking from the hot fish, he still made his own evaluation seriously: "Son , you have to know that only children can distinguish between good and bad people, and when adults do things, sometimes they only look at the interests."

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