[Football] Prince and Prince

"Hehe~~ This kid's pretty face is as good as yours~~" Raul and Guti sat face to face in a rather quiet coffee shop, Raul flipped through the newspaper that Guti threw over, sports On the front page of the newspaper was the photo of Redondo hugging Beckham to comfort him. Raul smiled sullenly when he saw his pouting and puffy cheeks. "I'm much more handsome than him!" Guti raised his head and gave him a big white eye, despising his gaze.

Raul shook his head, dragged across the breakfast in the middle of the table, and stuffed the bread into his mouth.This time, Spain was knocked out in the group stage. He still played to gain some experience, but Guti was a bit miserable, and he didn't even get to play... No wonder he was in a bad mood.As of today, the national team has returned home, but Guti said that he wants to watch his idol's game.Raul was not very relieved that he would stay in France alone, so he had to say goodbye to Morientes, and then stayed here with Guti to prevent him from getting into trouble——

Speaking of which, the two of them have been together for too long, although each has his own love? (This hehe reality is doubtful~~) Maybe it is because the time is too long, the relationship between them is closer to family love.When Real Madrid was at its darkest, anyone who knew a little bit about football could see that Guti and Raul's styles of play were so similar that they were copied... Guti's "Raul-style" lob and Raul's "Guti It is unbelievable that they scored a total of 39 goals in the season when they partnered with the striker.

After eating a piece of bread, he found that Guti was still depressed. Raul decided to beat his childhood sweetheart, "That kid is the future star of England. In terms of fame, you are not as good as him now." The implication is, According to Redondo's preference for talented young people, the fact that Beckham is in his eyes is enough to prove that the kid is not bad. "If I can play...Damn! It's all because you guys don't live up to your expectations!" Guti thought of the World Cup that he didn't even win for a second, and immediately blew his hair——

The milk that Raul was drinking barely got into his nose, he covered his chin with a napkin, and looked at Guti speechlessly for a while, "Have the guts to tell our captain this."

Guti immediately collapsed on the table like a deflated football.

He doesn't have the guts to doubt Hierro's strength now, not because he is a senior from Real Madrid or the Spanish national team, but because Guti is following the path his predecessors walked.From striker to midfielder to central defender, Hierro's name as a comprehensive player sounds good, but it is really hard and difficult to walk.As soon as the club asked Hierro to change positions, he did a good job without complaining every time...Guti cannot but admire.

After finishing the breakfast in a leisurely manner, Raul lifted Guti up skillfully after paying the bill, and walked out, "What are you doing?" Guti was listless, "I went to visit the seniors at the Argentine national team's residence."

"I don't want..." Guti muttered stiffly, but followed Raul obediently into the taxi. Raul, who was used to someone being awkward, just ignored him.

Lei Dongdo, who was resting in the hotel room, was watching Zhu Xu rolling around with many souvenirs with a gentle face.

After several years of getting along, Lei Dongdo felt more and more that Zhu Xu was amazing.In all fairness, if he were locked in the body of a boring man like himself...even if he wasn't crazy, he wouldn't be able to live as wantonly as this child, let alone be happy or not.Under Zhu Xu's influence, he changed a lot.

Watching this kid use various methods to maintain his state, eagerly absorbing every experience of playing against strong teams, and being satisfied with every opportunity of a tasteless game-every time he sees his efforts, Redondo He would think; if he is really as miserable as Zhu Xu said in the future, as long as he is accompanied by this child, he will be able to endure it... because as long as he sees this child Zhu Xu, the flame of hope will not be extinguished.

"Eh—huh? The duel between the Ice Prince and the Argentine Prince? Who is the real artist on the football field?!" After being excited for a while, Zhu Xu rarely studied the latest newspaper reports seriously.

And Lei Dongdo, who gave his body to Zhu Xu and asked him to organize his collection, took a leisurely nap in the other world, so he simply replied, "It's just media hype, don't take it too seriously."

Zhu Xu sighed, "But in my world, many people say that the Dutchman Bergkamp is the real master of art on the green field." "Winners and losers, the world of football players is actually so simple and cruel. "Redondo still responded lightly, "Well, well, although I hate it when someone compares him with Dong Ge...but I still want his jersey very much~~~"

When Zhu Xu was allowed to convulse like a dragon seeing a treasure, the doorbell of the hotel rang, and Lei Dongdo immediately kicked the piggy back to the inner world to roll around.

After tidying up his appearance carefully, he went to open the door. Then, Redondo saw two juniors from the club standing outside the door.

Redondo was stunned for a moment, a little suspicious of his eyes, he clearly saw...sneering on Raul's old-fashioned face?He calmly led them into the living room. Guti immediately pulled his face down when he saw Beckham's jersey on the coffee table. Before Dongge could understand, Zhu Xu first laughed sinisterly, "Hehe Hehe~~ Master 14 is jealous, brother Dong, hurry up and hug him and kiss him~~"

"..." Redondo remained silent.

So good at observing words and expressions... What kind of disaster did he change?

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