white tour

I have to say that the Real Madrid players are all good looking, and the teenagers are so tender that they can pinch water.When they walked down from the terminal in white clothes, black trousers and black shoes, the hormones on the screen almost overflowed.

Antonio is still not very used to it. There will be photographers taking pictures on the plane, when getting off the plane, and when getting on the bus. It’s not a good feeling to be living in other people’s cameras all the time.

"I think you don't like photographers taking pictures of you, but this is Real Madrid, just wait and get used to it." Enzo Alan Fernandez sat next to Antonio, and people may be more familiar with his other name—en Joe Zidane.

"Yeah." Antonio nodded, he knew the young man in front of him.Although Enzo had never entered the Real Madrid first team before, his status as the eldest son of Zidane made him a lot of attention since he was a child.Enzo was tired of people always comparing him with his father Zidane, and accusing him on the grounds of "what should be the son of Zidane". Dane" draws the line.

This kind of "resistance" made Antonio have a good impression of Enzo from the very beginning. After thinking about it, he took out two big white rabbits from his pocket and handed them over, "Milk candy, it tastes very good."

That hand was thin and thin, with a little edge, but the two toffees in the palm seemed to have covered it with a layer of milk, making the air a little bit sweet.

Enzo was stunned for a moment, and he blinked hesitantly, as if he had forgotten the next move.It wasn't until Antonio uttered a puzzled syllable that he realized and grabbed two toffee candies, and the face under the brim of the hat quickly turned red.

"I know you. Some time ago, the sports news section was full of your name." He peeled off his coat and stuffed the milk candy into his mouth. The sweet taste made Enzo frowned, "Do you like sweets?"

"No, I just like milk. When I was young, I was very short. I was very envious of a friend of mine who insisted on drinking milk in order to grow to the same height as him. After drinking for so many years, I fell in love with the taste of milk." Antonio Raise one arm over your forehead to block the sunlight from entering your eyes.The shadows hit between his eyes and nose, and spread to the corners of his slightly curved mouth, giving that face a strange beauty.

Enzo was stunned again, he moved his fingers, feeling itchy in his heart.

"I have to say that the real person is much more attractive than the photo!" Marcelo, who turned his head to fight with Benzema, scratched his hair for a moment, his eyes widened a little aggrieved, "but why are you sitting with me Don't talk?"

Benzema blinked, his long lashes looking a little winky, "Because you're ugly?"

"Die!" Marcelo gave Benzema a middle finger.

The bus stopped at the entrance of the Ritz-Carlton Hotel, which will become the base camp for this training camp.

Fans and reporters all crowded up, and Antonio, who finally broke out of the encirclement, tightened his backpack strap with lingering fear.As for the other people who were blocked, seeing how sincere their smiles were, they should... got used to it, right?

Antonio thought for a while, then looked at Enzo, who was pulled out by him, and found that the young man was looking down at the hands they held tightly together.

"Sorry!" Antonio let go of his hand quickly, "Shall we go over there and wait for them?"

While Enzo nodded, he lowered the brim of his hat even lower. Even though Antonio was a few centimeters shorter than him, he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly at this moment.

Antonio has long known that his sensitive personality is unacceptable, so usually, he will not deliberately analyze the meaning of the other party's actions.But seeing Enzo like this, Antonio couldn't help it. He tapped the outside of his thigh with his fingers to stop his divergent thinking.Then Antonio took out a book from his backpack, smiled at Enzo and sat on the sofa in the hotel lobby.

Enzo was a little tangled, he felt that something was wrong with him.The young man looked at Antonio who had already focused all his attention on the book, scratched his face and sat on the other end of the sofa.

The training intensity of the training camp is very high, and the training volume is almost twice that of ordinary training.This summer, Zidane recruited physical trainer Pintus from Lyon.Pintus' training methods are very strict and very traditional.He asked the players to run high-intensity, running up to 1.3 meters a day during training, and only trained with the ball after the run was completed.In the first few training sessions of Pintus, his training method made the Real Madrid players suffer.

Antonio also couldn't stand it, but fortunately his body has just fully developed and has many potentials to be tapped. Even if he was tired the day before, took a shower and slept, he was still full of energy the next day.And Antonio also kind of enjoys the feeling of being completely exhausted. Every day, he can feel that he is making progress, and that sense of fulfillment is addictive.

On the second day of training, the other two new aids, Asensio and Morata, both came.Although Asensio returned on loan from the Spaniard, he was directly loaned out after he transferred from Mallorca to Real Madrid last year. He has not stayed in Real Madrid for a day, so facing the superstars of the first team, he always appears Longing and restrained.

Morata came out of Castilla. He even trained with the first team for several seasons before, but Real Madrid really didn't have a place for him, so they sold him to Juventus.In Juventus' two seasons, Morata performed well, so Real Madrid directly bought him back this season.In general, although he is dyed with zebra prints, Morata is still a Real Madrid man.But even though he was a Real Madrid native, Morata hadn't been able to integrate into the first team before, and in the two years since he left, Real Madrid has added a lot of new faces.

Because they have been ignored by the first-team players, and because they are fundamentally different from the second-team players who are training with them, the three new players inevitably get closer. .It can be said that the core of this small group is Asensio, who is young and outgoing. Antonio and Morata are a little indifferent to their current incompatibility in the team.Asensio usually likes to stick to Morata because he seems to be closer.And Antonio, who doesn't seem to be close, has gotten closer to his roommate Enzo these days.

"Another training madman!" Danino pointed to a sweaty figure on the training ground and nodded.

"People who work hard like this are worthy of admiration even if they have an unpleasant personality!" Carvajal touched his chin, "Do you think you should be nicer to the young newcomers? The trembling appearance of them when facing us is really pitiful and cute! "

Even though it was summer, Danino still had goosebumps all over his body. He couldn't help jumping a little farther, and said with an unbearable expression: "Why do I feel so disgusted by what you said? Daniel, you are getting more and more gay." Already!"

"No way!" Carvajal spread his hands generously, and even gave him a wink, "You will be what you are! Who told us to..."

Danino was angry and decided not to be as knowledgeable as this person. He turned his head and looked at Varane, "We can take them to play together! When I first came, no one paid attention to me. At that time, I was panicked, okay There is still Casilla who can accompany me~"

"So this is something that must be experienced! How to integrate into a new team is also a compulsory course for professional players. Didn't we all come here like this?" Varane's chocolate-colored face showed a hint of slyness, "I just came to Real Madrid. I was only 18 at the time, didn’t I come over? They are all in their twenties now, if they can’t pass this level, they don’t deserve to stay in Real Madrid!”

"Is this a special joining ceremony for Real Madrid?" Danino suddenly realized.

Marcelo, who had finished "eavesdropping" next to him, poked Casemiro, ignored him, and poked again...

"Ah! When will Cristiano come back!" Casemiro looked up to the sky and sighed, then turned his head and said helplessly: "Marcelo, go find someone else to play with! Didn't you play with the kids from the second team before?" Is it pleasant?"

"Cut! How can people who are not on the same level get together? Don't you think that Enzo is very strange recently? You see, he is going around that Rodrigue again!" Marcelo curled his lips, then covered his chest with his hands The exaggerated aria began to be performed, "Ah! My poor little Enzo! How long has it been since I forgot my father who raised him! That terrible devil! Just a mere face can confuse the little boy who has never seen the world. Enzo! Let him wag his tail and beg for mercy like a puppy..."

Seeing Zidane approaching, Casemiro took back what he was about to blurt out, "You should play with them according to your mental age", and ran away very seriously...

"Whose father are you? Huh?" Zidane stared at Marcelo with murderous teeth, and Marcelo's hair exploded in fright.

"Hahaha! Qi Zu, I'm going to run laps..." Before he finished speaking, the little puffy head had already caught up with Casemiro and was about to beat him up.

Zidane looked at the other side of the training ground, and saw his eldest son talking excitedly to the young people around him while doing side leg raises. The little milk dog whose owner is circling.

Bah bah bah!Say who is a dog!Zidane scolded himself for not being led astray by Marcelo, but seeing his eldest son who hadn't been so happy for a long time, he couldn't help showing a bright smile.

It's just that Qi Zu usually doesn't smile very much, but when he smiles, it must be a wicked smile! ! !Well, Qi Zu laughed a little scary!