[Football] The Light of Abandoned Sons

"...Do you know why I am a little angry?" Beckham felt that it was strange for him to say "I am angry", but it is also a problem not to say it out.

"...I don't know..." Alao stroked the fur of the dog in his arms. When Beckham saw this, he also left the sofa and sat on the carpet. "Alao, you still haven't adapted. You have already arrived. Is this the fact of Manchester United?"

It would be fine if he didn't see it, but when Manchester United scored a goal, when the boy cheered, his eyes couldn't be ignored.Even now, as long as Beckham thinks about it, it seems that that look appears in front of him again.

"...I thought I was going to play for Real Madrid," Lou van der Rey finally said, "...Raul, Jose, Fernando (you guess which Fernando), Coach Del Bosque, tell them all Me, 'Aarau, you're going to be Real Madrid's goalkeeper'..."

Beckham was taken aback. This boy was always smiling and seemed carefree. He realized that this was an opportunity for him to open up, "I thought you promised to come, so you thought it through... "

"I figured it out, I just don't get used to it..." When the noblest pure white in his heart turned into a scorching crimson, how bitter he felt at that moment... But this bitterness can't be told to others.

"When I went to Preston, I said to myself, 'David, you have to be good, you have to be good', I scored a free-kick in the first game and I needed to..." Beckham tried to convince him with his own experience, but...

"But you know you are on loan! You know you can return to Manchester United if you perform well! I, I..." He was a little hysterical, hugging his hands tightly, making Mixiu cry out in pain.

"I'm sorry baby..." Aarau reacted, and gently hugged the Labrador to comfort it.

Beckham paused, he thought, what would happen if he was really sold to Preston by Manchester United?

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Both of them were physically and mentally exhausted that night. Lou van der Ley sat on the balcony and looked out of the window. It seemed that there was the brightness of a flashlight, so he could only walk back to the dormitory.

He held the phone, and at 11 o'clock in the evening, he finally took a deep breath and dialed Redondo's number.While waiting, he hesitated again. Maybe it's inappropriate to bother the senior with such a thing, maybe the Argentines also think he's hypocritical?

Before he could sort out his thoughts, the mobile phone was connected, and Aarao had the idea of ​​hanging up in an instant. After this thought flashed by, he heard the calm and usual voice of the man opposite, "Arau?"

Row van der Rey agreed softly, but said nothing.Redondo frowned slightly, "Don't tell me, you were bullied by the British and came to me to cry."

The boy's entanglement eased a little when he heard the Argentine's undisguised dislike of the British... Who else could he not tell him?Raul Guti who swore to be pure white all his life?Almost a competitive Igor?Gigi who is so smooth and enviable?

Only then did he realize that his circle of friends was pitifully small.

"Fernando, I joined Manchester United..." he said softly, and Redondo waved at his puzzled wife, just listening to the boy repeating it again and again.

Fernando, I've joined Manchester.

The sadness in his tone would make people who don't know why laughable, but Redondo didn't. "Arau, you should have thought clearly the moment you left Real Madrid, do you understand? If you can't succeed in Real Madrid this season, you will be Casillas' substitute in this life. Even if you succeed, what can you do? Like? Iker Casillas is Spanish, you are not."

The intimacy can be distinguished from the address, Alao bit his lips tightly to avoid crying.Yes, he understood all of this. Before he came to Manchester United, he understood that Ferguson wanted him to take over Schmeichel's class. He had already prepared for taking off pure white and wearing deep red.

But..."All of you told me that I will be in Real Madrid in the future! I, I, except for that game, everyone said I was a genius..." His words were incoherent, and he didn't even think about whether he was arrogant or not. A misnomer.Hearing the boy's words like cheating, Redondo, who has always been upright and serious, was not angry, but just stroked his forehead.

If years of touting gave him pride, a penalty shootout ruined his self-confidence, and Real Madrid's almost giving up approach ruined his self-esteem.

He is still confident that he will succeed in the competition with Schmeichel, and he still feels that his self-esteem should not even be suspected by Ferguson...

"Arao, you're just not reconciled."

When he was 11 years old, he left Amsterdam and came to Madrid. It didn't matter that he lost all his luggage at the airport. A junior game in the trial training allowed him to stay in Madrid smoothly.

He has an excellent relationship with those who come from the youth training in the first team, especially the two who are regarded as the future of Real Madrid.

He made Spain's No. [-] goalkeeper look sideways at him, and made Buffon, the talented goalkeeper among the goalkeepers, a close friend. He is the object of the flagship team's praise and the future of Real Madrid in the hearts of the Meilingers.

He kept Barcelona's second team clean in Castilla's first game against La Masia.All Real Madrid fans cheered, "Look clearly, this is our future."

He is the starting goalkeeper of U19 in the Dutch European Youth Championship. It is worth mentioning that the so-called U19 refers to the qualifiers, that is, the U21 finals (spanning two years, according to the age of the qualifiers).In other words, even in the Netherlands, where football is flourishing and geniuses emerge in large numbers, he is considered to be a replacement for Van der Sar, who helped Ajax win the Champions League and then moved to Juventus.

This boy is so good.There is no doubt that he is humble, but don't underestimate his self-confidence and self-esteem, or even use words like conceit.That……

Redondo looked at the night of the Iberian Peninsula, with moonlight shining in, "Aarau, you just don't want to be reconciled."

Row van der Rey was taken aback, he finally found himself unable to refute.

Yes, his resistance is not just to fade away pure white, but was sold to Manchester United by Real Madrid with an attitude close to giving up.He knew he wasn't in good form, but he couldn't bring himself to understand what the club was doing.Wasn't he good enough in the past?Could it be possible to veto him with a defeat?

He said to himself, "Arau, you can't blame Real Madrid, it's your own poor performance." He tried to convince himself over and over again, but ultimately failed.

"You're right about Phil...I'm just not reconciled." England was betting on the bright moonlight, and the boy who didn't know whether to call it lucky or unlucky lay on his back, "I'm just not reconciled to being given up by Real Madrid just like that." At the same time, with his own little secret, he seemed confident in his consideration for his new teammates.

"Then prove it to them." Redondo showed an obvious smile, but unfortunately the boy opposite couldn't see it. "Prove it to them, Lou van der Rey, he will be the world's number one goalkeeper."

When the other party finally hung up the phone, Lei Dongdo looked out of the window in a daze, and his wife hugged his waist behind him, "What's wrong?"

Redondo laughed and didn't say anything, but the next day he saw Hierro when he entered the locker room at the Verdebebas training ground. "Hey Fernando."

Hierro was arranging his socks when he turned around and said, "Good morning, Fernando."

Carlos rolled his eyes when he heard that these two people seemed to never get tired of playing tricks, but he heard Redondo continue to say, "I might have to say sorry to you, oh no, it's you, Robert, Fernando .”

Hierro looked back suspiciously, seeing the unsmiling man with a hint of slyness hidden in his smile, "I seem to have made an enemy for Real Madrid." Hierro tilted his head, not understanding why Redondo would use such a rare approach to tease Tone to say something like, "Ahhh... Manchester which?"

Carlos interjected when he heard this, "If you say that, he has also learned my heavy artillery free kick."

"Why does he learn free kicks?" Although Hierro had heard about this matter a little, it was still strange to hear Carlos mention it again.On the contrary, Roberto Carlos shrugged, "Who knows, maybe there is a way to crack it?" After saying this, he rushed to shake hands with Redondo, "Come, come, let's..."

Hierro raised his leg and kicked Carlos' ass, "Fernando had high hopes, and you are just adding to the chaos."

Carlos felt that he was underestimated, "That kid is interested in free kicks, why am I making trouble?" He covered his butt in pain, "Fernando, I know I'm not as good-looking as Fernando, but I'm really The only thing is that Brazil is considered good-looking. Oh Fernando, look at Fernando bullying me."

Hierro and Redondo probably didn't understand what he was muttering, but they leaned against each other and laughed watching the Brazilian play tricks.

At this moment, Raul and Guti came in, looking at Hierro and Redondo who were almost laughing together, and Carlos who was covering his hands with a look of being violated.

Guti twitched the corner of his mouth, didn't he say that Redondo has a cleanliness freak!Brother Dong!You are about to be kissed by Hierro's vice team, how reserved are you! ?Was it eaten by Robert, he was so full that he looked indigestion?

"I'm talking about Aarau." Hierro tried to hold back his smile, seeing Guti answering, "The Charity Shield yesterday? Schmeichel saved two goals in the penalty shootout, and Manchester United won... ...It has nothing to do with Arau."

Several people looked at Guti in astonishment, "Did you watch the Manchester United game?"

Guti curled his lips, "Aren't you talking about him? You said it was a friendly match, I thought Ferguson would let Aarau play." This is a disguised proof that he watched the game.

Redondo looked at the little golden wolf with blond hair and even a strand of stubborn hair standing on end, and thought of another husky who must be curled up aggrievedly, and sighed softly.Seeing that Guti heard that Lao van der Ley called in the morning, but it was for Redondo, Golden Wolf got out of his mobile phone and dialed him, ignoring Hierro and Raul's "England is still in the middle of the night" Prevent.

The moment the phone was connected, before Guti complained, he heard the voice of a strange man on the opposite side—Hello, Alao is sleeping, do you have anything to do with him?

... What happened to my little husky?