[Football] King Of Europe

Are they really that scary?

Messi Xiaotongzi was confused, scratching his head and couldn't figure out why the boy slipped so fast, but he just kicked a free kick with his own ball, and they said they wouldn't blame him!

He originally wanted to call that boy to play football together for a while!

Fabregas could basically guess what he was thinking and rubbed his head: "Leo, you scared him away."

Messi: ...

The Argentine teenager replied weakly: "I didn't... Cesc, well, yes, yes?"

——He really wanted to wonder if he had done something terrible just now to scare the boy away.

Fabregas shrugged his shoulders and pulled his friends: "It's okay...Leo, don't you want me to play with you for a while?"

The two teenagers were playing football on this street football lawn for a while, and the teenager who appeared in the slanting stab was just an episode, but it was like a stone thrown into the lake. After the calm lake was broken, the ripples lasted for a long time. Can't stop.

"Cesc... Forget it, I don't want to kick."

Fabregas: ...

"Oh? Then after the race, who said he wasn't tired at all, and was so excited that he could run three laps around La Masia?"

Messi: ...

"And I also think that the commentator in Porto is right. Who is it who thinks that he should practice archery?"

Messi: ...

"In the end, who said that he saw a good place and must pull me over to practice with him?"

Messi: ...

Poor Mei Xiaoxi was devastated by Cesc Fabregas' continuous bombardment, and she almost cried when she regretted it—why did she drag her friends to practice with so much energy when she just finished this friendly match!

If you don't die, you won't die! ! !

Fabregas gave him a cool look, and gave a "tsk" in disgust.

"Leo, Leo, tsk tsk!"

"Cesc..." The voice was like a gnat, and the air was like a gossamer.

Fabregas patted Messi's stiff body on the shoulder: "Okay, let you go."

If Messi is granted an amnesty, he will almost choke out a thank you.

Fabregas smiled slyly and sat down with Messi.

The two teenagers were sitting side by side on the lawn by the river, and there was a moist breeze blowing against their faces, gently stroking their bodies, as if trying to appease all anxiety.

"Let me accompany you, and finally lie on the lawn by myself, Leo, Leo..."

Fabregas shook his head, Messi was unable to answer him, and slowly touched the ball he brought out.

"I'm actually quite happy."

"Of course, the first game of the first team!" Fabregas laughed teasingly, not forgetting to complain, "Although you didn't score a single goal."

"Okay, Cesc, but I'm still very happy, I'm serious!"

Fabregas hammered him with his own head, indicating that he understood everything.

They are all the same teenagers.

In this friendly match against Porto, first-team coach Frank Rijkaard revealed early on that he would not take the main players.Teenagers like them were guessing that it was because the main players were going to play for the national team, but no one thought that they would actually be brought along.

In a sense, Rijkaard's friendly match is more like a stage for young people, but for them, it is really a rare opportunity.

Fabregas didn't think about bringing him with him, after all, his status is not that important among his peers, but he can almost guess that Rijkaard will bring his teammates——

During the days when "Black Swan" came to the training base, his eyes were glued to him more than once. Isn't that enough for them to understand?

This is his teammate.

a lucky one.

If Rio continues to develop as he is now, according to Rijkaard's emphasis on him, he will definitely be able to enter the Barcelona first team.

Fabregas is sincerely happy for his little partner.

But himself...

Thinking of this, he scratched his head, feeling a little troublesome.La Masia training camp, the place where he spent the longest time in his football career so far, if he can, he hopes that he can continue to stay, but now, a fork in the road has appeared.

He thought again of the middle-aged man who had come all the way from London. He was handsome and looked like a learned professor.

Isn't he also a professor?

stay, or leave.

Fabregas pulled the weeds under his hands, the little friend was happy, but he became bored again.

stay, leave...

stay, leave...

stay, leave...

Suddenly someone patted his arm, and the corner of Messi's mouth twitched: "Cesc, you are about to pluck this piece of turf."

Fabregas: ...

He was pulling the grass unconsciously just now, but now the piece of yellow ground was exposed by him.

"What's the matter with you, Cesc?"

Fabregas looked at his friend's smile and decided to let his teammates bear the burden of his troubles: "Leo, maybe I'm going to transfer."

!!!

Messi was knocked out of his wits by the sudden big news, and he didn't realize what the other party said for a long time, as if Cesc Fabregas was speaking the alien language of a visitor from outside the sky, rather than what they all said. Familiarity with Spanish is average.

"Ces, Cesc, you, what are you talking about... what transfer, transfer???"

He stuttered a word, but Fabregas was amused.

It is rare to see Messi like this on weekdays, he was almost shocked into a big tongue, Fabregas laughed until he fell, and the troubles in his heart dissipated instead: "Leo, I said, maybe I will transfer... ...What, are you so surprised?"

Messi: ...

He has no such idea at all!It was not until Fabregas mentioned it today that this reality was brought out. The friends who have been together day and night may have to leave. This is really... too hard to accept.

"Where are you going? Cesc, why are you transferring? Isn't it good to stay here? Why are you leaving?"

Fabregas shook his head indifferently: "Maybe he's going to North London..."

"Arsenal?" Messi quickly filtered through the famous clubs in England in his mind, and quickly guessed an answer. He was anxious and pressed Fabregas' hand at once, "Cesc, why did you Go there? You can't even speak English!"

"English can be learned."

Messi held his breath for a while, and said angrily: "What's so good about Arsenal, they are fighting fiercely with Manchester United now! There will be no place for you!"

"But there's no place for me here either," Fabregas cut off a sentence.

Messi wanted to refute, but Fabregas looked at him lazily, leaving him speechless instead.

"You know, Leo, I don't have a place in the first team."

Messi was at a loss for words.

"I have to find a future for myself."

Messi looked at him without blinking.

"Actually, Wenger came to see me during the summer transfer period, Leo." Fabregas looked at his dumbfounded little friend, smiled, and patted him on the shoulder, "At that time I I don't really want to leave, and now I want to change my mind."

Messi said nothing.

"I told him to wait for a while before, Wenger agreed and told me that he will come again during the winter window." Fabregas looked up and looked at the scattered stars in the sky. Can, intertwined into a bright galaxy.

He whistled: "Wenger promised to train me vigorously and give me a place in the midfield."

"He's just trying to trick you." Messi gritted his teeth. "Once he tricks you, those promises won't count, and he'll put you on the bench!"

Fabregas shook his head: "No."

Messi still wanted to refute, but Fabregas had already shook his head again, his tone was very firm: "No."

Messi was short of breath: "Do you trust Arsene Wenger that much?"

Fabregas turned to look at his little friend, who was so excited that he even blushed.

He smiled and patted Messi on the shoulder: "Leo, he described a future to me."

Messi: "Believe what he says!"

Fabregas: "...a future not in sight at Barcelona."

This sentence can block almost all Messi's rebuttals.In fact, Messi found himself unable to utter a single word. He stared fixedly at the familiar face not far away. They had known each other for so long in the La Masia training camp. He had always thought that they would be promoted together. Entering the youth team, the second team, and even the first team, it was indeed like this along the way, but now, the person who has been with him said he would leave.

This is something he has never thought about from the beginning to the end. In his mind, there has always been a day when two people wearing red and blue team uniforms joined hands to fight in La Liga. Although they are not very old, he has always believed so firmly , which is one of the reasons for supporting him along the way.

But now, Fabregas says he sees no future at Barcelona.

Messi wanted to refute him, but looking at Cesc Fabregas' face, he could hardly come up with a reason.

England, North London, Arsenal, Arsene Wenger... That Frenchman, he took over the Arsenal, and now he is fighting against the Red Devils Manchester United. Every time he meets Ferguson, it is said that he will quarrel.

I heard, just heard, that he is very good at using young players.

I heard, just heard that the arsenal is short of people now, and Wenger is looking for new players.

It is said that……

Messi sniffled, he would rather he hadn't heard anything, he would rather see that the old man who came here in summer was a fake!

At that time, he saw Arsene Wenger, and he actually ran to La Masia himself.It was also his luck that he was not beaten out by their managers.At that time, he didn't know who the French old man was looking for, and he was still wondering who the arsenal had taken a fancy to.

It turned out to be my little friend who trained together, played football together, and played together.

He wiped his eyes with his hands.

"Leo?"

"The wind was strong, and the sand was blown into the eyes."

Fabregas quietly looked at his reddened eye sockets.

"... Cesc," he whispered, "you don't necessarily have a place."

"I always get it myself," Fabregas said.

"...I heard that the Premier League is very competitive."

"I have to get used to it slowly." Fabregas squeezed Messi's arm, "Leo, you too."

"...you don't speak English."

"I've got to learn, Leo."

Messi stared blankly at his teammates, feeling uncomfortable for a while.

Seeing this, Cesc Fabregas felt uncomfortable, and finally forced a smile and patted him on the head: "Leo, let's talk...who can say for sure about this kind of thing?"