[Football] I'm just a defender

When Fran woke up the next day, the top page of the newspaper put in front of Al was the news about him specially selected by him. It reported that he met with the Swedish head coach Lagerbeck yesterday afternoon. information.Old Al watched his son pause when he saw the news, then he took up the milk on the table and drank half a cup of it very naturally, and started to have breakfast, if he was not too familiar with his son's little eyes that occasionally glanced at the newspaper , he will definitely take this as a joke.

But now it's not possible.

"You went to meet the head coach of the Swedish national team?" Old Al pulled away the chair beside Fran, and he sat down next to Fran and said, "Why didn't you tell me yesterday?" Fran raised his hand and said In the air, he made a stop gesture, and pointed to his mouth again, indicating that he would answer his question after he finished chewing what was in his mouth.Old Al didn't even notice when he had stuffed his mouth full, like a hamster stuffing all the melon seeds in his mouth, presumably it was to buy time to think about his speech.

Facts have proved that it is better to know a son than a father. Fran was a little surprised when he found out that this matter was reported. After all, the two of them were sitting in a remote place anyway, unless they were waiting there on purpose or were lucky. Journalists, who will notice them?What's more, Fran is not that well-known in Madrid, let alone Mr. Lagerbeck.While chewing his sandwich, he figured out that Carvajal had purposely set that position with Lagerbeck, and the news could only have been leaked by the big agent.

Ah, the feeling of controlling myself without discussing anything with myself really sucks.

He sorted out his thoughts, and looked sideways at his father who was waiting for an answer, "The meeting arranged by Carvajal, before I met Ragbeck, I thought it was Sisko who arranged for me to meet!" He said fearfully He didn't know who he was referring to, "Sisko, Francisco Pavin." Old Al waved his hand, signaling him not to change the subject, those are not important, "What did you say?"

"Ah, Mr. Lagerbeck came to Madrid to meet me before the national team training, in order to bless me to join the Spanish national team in the future, and said that the Swedish national team has no plans for me at all." Fran replied blankly Then, seeing the expression of 'why didn't the bear kid fall when he was a child' appeared on his father's face, "You boy, be serious!" But it is true that the head coach of the Swedish national team deliberately appeared in Madrid at this time. The Swedish national team will not really be like what he himself complained about, but he hopes that Fran will join Spain.

"Your mother is Swedish, and you didn't even join the Spanish youth team before. It is reasonable to join the Swedish national team." Old Al finally sighed, "You should decide these things yourself , your decision..." He wanted to say 'your decision is always right', but he swallowed it back, "your decision is the most important."

Fran raised his hand and patted his father on the shoulder like a brother, thanking him for allowing himself to do anything wrong all this time, and what his decision will be will have to wait to be sure.

Francisco Alvarez is a rising star in Madrid, but there is no place for him in the configuration of the Spanish national team for the time being, and the news of his meeting with the head coach of the Swedish national team did not cause any disturbance at all.The Spanish side didn't express any opinion on this matter at all. Fran, who was calm on the surface, actually kept his eyes open for three consecutive days and stared at the ceiling until the middle of the night. life.

In the morning, he packed up and planned to run to Casillas’ house to help him walk his golden retriever. As soon as he went out, he saw the girl next door pushing a bicycle, “Hey, Benita!” Benita looked up and smiled at him Laughing, let go of the handlebars with both hands, turned around and locked the door.Fran hurriedly stepped over to help her fix the bicycle. When Benita turned her head, she saw him crouching in front of the bicycle, touching the scratches on it and clapping his tongue, patting him on the back, "Hey... " Fran watched her groaning for a long time but didn't say anything, and handed the car to her with a smile, staring at the bruised car undisguisedly, but didn't say a word.In the early morning sunshine in Madrid, this young man was as lazy and gentle as the warm sun in a winter afternoon. Benita recalled her original plan to participate in club activities, and directly overturned the plan, "Where are you going? I will take Are you going?"

Fran pouted at the car, "I can't compliment your skills, baby." Benita blushed uncontrollably and tried to hit him, but Fran snatched the handlebar from her hand, "You guys are supposed to be cycling around today? What time is it?" Benita threw her backpack behind her, "It's still more than an hour before the departure time." Hearing this, Fran rolled his eyes and straddled this The girl's bicycle, beckoning her to get on quickly, "Come on, let's take you to see ika first, don't let Igor know!" Benita sat on the back seat skillfully and wrapped his arms around his waist , humming, "So, why doesn't Igor let me see his dog?" Fran straightened his back, looked back at her with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Don't keep chasing after Ika, Igor will let you see."

In terms of bicycle skills alone, Forlan is confident that no one in Real Madrid can match him. If it wasn't for the fact that riding a bicycle in the first team was too embarrassing for the club, he wouldn't drive the car out on purpose.Benita held him in one arm and texted a friend on her mobile phone with the other hand, saying that she would be late, but she would definitely arrive before the start of the trip.Fran's speed was very fast, and the two of them arrived at the door of Casillas' house in a short time. Benita was holding the car at the door, and saw Fran skillfully entering the door lock code and disappearing through the gate. The finished golden retriever was brought out.

Fran put the keys and the like in Benita's car basket, and ran with the golden retriever. Benita rode beside him and followed him, maintaining a parallel speed with him.It didn't take long for her to notice his obvious dark circles when he was sideways. Fran's lack of sleep and lack of sleep always made people suspect that his life was irregular, but she knew how stubborn this guy was in this regard, "You have insomnia ?”

The running man didn't even have trouble breathing, and obediently replied, "Well, look ahead." Benita looked at the straight road ahead, then turned her head and asked him, "Are you really going to Sweden? The national team?" Fran wiped the faint sweat on his forehead casually, "What's the matter?" Benita paused, and said a little awkwardly, "It's nothing...just want to be in front of someone I haven't supported before. The team felt weird seeing you." Fran held ika and planned to walk back, watching Benita turn the car around, "Isn't there Real Madrid here?"

"Then what if you..." Benita swallowed half of her words, but Fran still understood, he stopped and looked at her solemnly, "There is no such thing as an if."

After walking the dog and sending Benita to the meeting point, Fran stood there for half a day and turned around after watching them leave by bicycle. After walking for less than 10 minutes, he took out his mobile phone, "Aaron, are you awake?" "" "God, I work in a bar and I'm busy until midnight every day. Do you dare not call me early in the morning? Are you awake? Answer your call and you say you are awake?"

After being scolded all over his face, Fran touched his nose, "I'll go to your house to find you now, and you can open the door for me." "Brother, can't you come directly? You can call me again when you get to the door." !"

"Ah, I'm at your door!" After 1 minute, Aaron Pittman opened the door angrily, and saw Fran who was pretending to be innocent. He held up his mobile phone and greeted him, "Put smart in the morning It's too much, I plan to give you a ride home in the afternoon."

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Fran, who was repaired by a friend who was angry at getting up, stayed at his house all afternoon, and went to the bar by car when the bar opened and Aaron went to work.Pressing the brim of his hat and walking in behind Aaron, the waiter who was already on duty at first thought it was a new bartender, but when he saw his face, he was stunned and was inexplicably surprised.Aaron snorted and looked at Fran who was greeting the acquaintances left and right, "What do you think was written in their eyes the moment they saw you?" Fran scratched his head. Could it be that he was wrong about sympathy?

"This is the fan bar, Real Madrid's fan bar." Aaron glanced back at him. "Even if we are familiar with you, there will always be a lot of people scolding you, understand, after the goal you conceded in the last game. You You came here just to scold, can those people not sympathize with you?"

"...Isn't it still the number one position in the league?" Fran unconsciously pushed down the brim of his hat even more, and Aaron sneered, "I thought you would say that the goal was conceded because of Pavon's mistake , you just made up for him?"

"You played in the midfield back then, so why did you have such a bad relationship with him as a defender?" Fran resigned helplessly when he heard his friend's sarcasm.

"However, were you excited by what Villarreal said before the game?" Aaron asked. After all, many people now know that it was Real Madrid's cover-up. What I'm referring to is Fran's inexperience, but because of an offensive attack, he punctured the joke. "Speaking of which, how does it feel to be the focus of research?" Aaron asked, and Fran shrugged, with the corners of his mouth crookedly raised, "It feels really good to be taken seriously."

This guy is really blindly confident.Thinking of this, he led Fran to a corner and motioned him to sit down quietly, and went to the backstage to change clothes and get ready for work.This guy promised well, but when Aaron stepped out after changing his clothes, he saw the bar owner sitting with his friends and confiding their hearts.When the boss saw Aaron coming, he asked Aaron to go to work, took Fran to the bar, patted him on the shoulder and left.Aaron looked at the back of the boss leaving in amazement, "Hey, so what did you say?"

"Oh, that's not all. He thinks there's something wrong with me..." Fran lowered the brim of his hat, "Where's my wine?"

"I really envy you," Aaron said, pushing the blackcurrant juice in front of Fran, "I'll give you this and this, so people with bad taste don't waste my good wine." Listen to him say this , Fran made a face at him, and looked back at those acquaintances scattered in twos and threes, "Do you envy me being scolded?"

"No matter what I encounter, I am so lucky to have the opportunity to realize my dream by myself."

Yes, people like them who have dreamed of joining Real Madrid since childhood have the opportunity to go on the court to realize their dreams and defend the dignity of Real Madrid in person instead of pointing fingers on the sidelines in vain.But this may be something that only Francisco Alvarez can do. After all, who would be less affected by these unpleasant statements like him?Or, how many people can really take the step of professional players?

Thinking of this, Aaron naturally thought of the news in the newspaper about his meeting with the head coach of the Swedish national team, "You really are, wouldn't it be better to find a remote place? You must not be bumped into by reporters." What, the question about his effectiveness will not cause any controversy at least for now, "then the reporter is very likely to be recruited by Carvajal, this is his way, he wants to see how the Spanish side will react .”

"If Spain intends to include you, and after knowing that Sweden has contacted you, someone will contact you." Aaron looked at Fran, who was holding the glass and said nothing, "But you have to wait, at least until the next time the national team Let’s see it during the training camp?——Raul Casey and even Harvey, they are all in Spain, hey, you can’t leave these people and go to the strange Sweden by yourself?”

"But Sweden can let me participate in the European Cup." Fran replied calmly.

"Isn't it good for you to wait another two years? Let's not mention that you play in La Liga. This is Spain, and the other team is a Nordic team."

"Even if Sweden's record is not as good as Spain's, it doesn't matter. Sweden makes me the defensive core, and Spain doesn't value me at all." Plain, he can't think of an adjective other than plain, but Aaron knows that the more plain this guy is, the more serious he is.On the surface, he seems to be free and easy, but in his heart he is indescribably stubborn.

"You can stay so long in the reserve team for Real Madrid, why can't you wait two more years? Isn't it obvious who is better, you or Pavon?"

This time he didn't answer, as if lost in thought.But perhaps only Francisco Alvarez knew that during the three days of waiting, he had figured it out or forced himself to admit a fact.

He could spend an extra two years in the reserves to play for Real Madrid, but he doesn't choose to do that for all teams.

As I said earlier, Spain is not his obsession.

It's better than comforting yourself like this after being abandoned and ignored.

"I'm almost 23."