rpbooks Chapter 230 Friends (2)
Chapter 230 Friends (2)
Chapter 230 Friends (Part [-])
"Excuse me, does Fan live in this ward?"
There was such a sound outside the ward, and then the door was pushed open, and Spring Festival's head came out first.
"I'm sorry, we met the Spring Festival downstairs, it brought us to this ward, if Fan didn't live here, then for your interruption, we... um, Fan! Ha, you are really in this room. I knew that the Spring Festival would not lead the wrong way.”
A middle-aged man in a suit walked in first, and behind him was a "facially paralyzed man" in sportswear. He was also a middle-aged man, but there was no unnecessary expression on his face. Mo Ran was the only one left. He said it was "facial paralysis", but he was really not wrong at all.
The people who came were Luis Enrique and Tito Vilanova, Fan Bizhuang's two "mentors" in the La Masia training camp in the past.I have to say that these two people are really an excellent pair of partners, one is extroverted, enthusiastic and generous, and the other is cold.Intellectual and analytical.
Whether it's work or life, the two seem to be inseparable, wherever they go they are always together.
"It's you! Coach Enrique, and Mr. Tito..."
Hearing the familiar voice, Fan Bizhuang turned his head instantly, his eyes lit up, and he cried out in surprise.
Enrique had already come close, he laughed, sat down on the edge of the bed, scratched Fan Bizhuang's head: "It's not us, ha, it looks like you look good, Fan, come here At the time, I was still thinking, I also lost this game, and I was injured again. Could this bastard Fan hide in the hospital bed and cry secretly? Now it seems that I am thinking too much, haha! By the way , Good morning, Mr. Contrares, long time no see! Well, what are you doing?"
Fan Bizhuang looked back and saw that Molina was still squatting by the cabinet, carefully flipping through the issuer of the newspaper while taking notes with a pen and paper. Fan Bizhuang smiled faintly, shook his head and said, "Leave him alone, old man. There is something wrong here, kid." As he spoke, he pointed to his own head.
"You have a problem here. You really are a bastard. How can you talk?" Molina protested, then nodded to Enrique and said, "It's been a long time since I saw you. Good morning, Coach Luis. Well, still Coach Tito, good morning to you too."
To Molina's nodding greeting, Vilanova just nodded in response. He turned his face, looked at his companion, and said: "Only an idiot would think that Fan is someone who likes to hide in a corner." cry."
He didn't say who the "idiot" was, but there were only a few people in the room, and he knew who he was referring to without asking.
"Hey, save me some face outside, Tito..." Enrique patted his forehead helplessly.
As a result, Vilanova made up the knife: "Fan is not an outsider. Besides, this is not the first time he has seen your embarrassment. Why, haven't you gotten used to it?"
"..." Enrique continued to smile wryly, but he was speechless.
Only then did Vilanova look at Fan Bizhuang, his expression still cold and indifferent. If he had known that this personality coach had such a temper, other people would probably have seen it and thought he was Just perfunctory: "How is the injury?"
When he was still in La Masia, Fan Bizhuang had the most contact with Vilanova. This point was not even comparable to Enrique, who discovered him single-handedly. After all, Enrique was the coach of the reserve team. , Most of the time he is distracted to take care of other players. For Fan Bizhuang, he can only make some special training details, and Vilanova is the one who supplements and implements these plans.
He knows better than anyone what kind of temperament Vilanova is. After all, the two people are very similar in some aspects, and even privately called by the players as La Masia's "two icebergs". Like a mirror, even caring is not obvious, just a faint inquiry.
"Coach Tito is still the same, it doesn't seem to have changed at all." Fan Bizhuang suddenly appeared in front of Fan Bizhuang's eyes when he received special training in the La Masia Camp. Vilanova scolded, belittled, Stimulation... Of course, there is also a small amount of encouragement.
He suddenly felt that time was frozen as if time had not flowed forward. He was still the rookie who only knew how to practice hard every day under the "oppression" of the coach, repeating almost the same trajectory every day.
This feeling is very embarrassing, Fan Bizhuang shook his head, put aside this emotion, and smiled at Vilanova: "It's nothing serious, the doctor said that you can return to the court after a short rest. gone."
Vilanova nodded slightly and remained silent.
Still like this, as cold as ever, as concise as ever.
Fan Bizhuang shook his head with a wry smile. He turned his head and was about to talk to Enrique, but he didn't expect Vilanova to suddenly open his lips again.
"You've changed, Van."
Fan Bizhuang was stunned for a moment, a little confused about what the teacher meant.
changed?
What changed?
Is it taller and stronger than before, or more energetic than ever?
This is true. In the past, he was just a rookie who didn't know anything. Now he has experienced the baptism of the top professional league. Not only that, but he has also played well in the league. Step by step, he is becoming more mature and broad. road ahead.
His progress is obvious, and his experience and experience are also rapidly accumulating.
Time will never really stop at the same place, he will grow up slowly, transforming from a boy into a real man.
"Yeah, I've changed a lot. Well, I can feel it myself. My progress is obvious. I..."
Fan Bizhuang scratched his head and responded with a smile, but was interrupted by Vilanova waving his hand.
"You become more laughable and talkative."
Vilanova denied Fan Bizhuang's remarks and gave his own answer.The two are completely opposite.
Fan Bizhuang was taken aback for a second, then suddenly realized.Then, there was silence.
Before Vilanova didn't say it, he really didn't notice it, but thinking about it for nearly a year, he seemed to really love to laugh and chat with friends around him, which he liked in the past Just do it, if you don't like it, you don't even have the interest to talk to it, now, he also considers the feelings of his friends, and, in the past, he always lost his temper from time to time, even if he didn't speculate, he would do it, but now, Although he still can't control his emotions very well, he always thinks about it from time to time and analyzes right and wrong...
He seems to have really changed, he has learned to understand, learned to be patient, and also learned to gradually... mature!
Because of the memory, his face was stunned, Vilanova looked at him, and suddenly smiled: "This is very good. At least you will no longer make people feel cold and scary. Of course, it will also prevent me from wanting to see you again." The desire to scold you or beat you."
Fan Bizhuang continued to be stunned. Before, did Vilanova either scold or scold him, or because he didn't like him?Or, looking at another self is not pleasing to the eye?what is this?People want what they lack, and when they see exactly the same things, they are even more disgusted?
Fan Bizhuang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he nodded, and murmured: "So, I've really changed a lot."
"Of course it's quite big. You used to be a rookie who didn't know anything, but now you've become a big star. Not to mention other places, but in Catalonia, who doesn't know your name? Now not only Many local fans like you, and even in La Masia, many young people regard you as their idol. They all said that they should train hard like their predecessors to become an outstanding professional player. "
Enrique laughed and took over the topic. He made a gesture of rubbing his fingers, which meant self-evidently, "You have to leave some autographs for me when you come back this time. Photos are even better. Haha , I found that this is a pretty good way to make money..."
Fan Bizhuang was also amused by Enrique's words. At the beginning, he never thought that one day in the future, he would have admirers in La Masia, and he would also become a teenager with a football dream. Idols to imitate.
But if you think about it, Messi can become the object of worship for teenagers. He was also born in La Masia, and now he has made a lot of fame outside, so naturally he will not lack fans.
Thinking of this, Fan Bizhuang smiled self-deprecatingly: "After yesterday's game, surely there won't be any young players who like me? After all, I returned to the Nou Camp aggressively and wanted to embarrass my old club. And... ...and I failed."
"One defeat doesn't mean anything. You still have many opportunities to play against our team in the future, so you don't have to worry about the outcome this time. Moreover, in my opinion, you have not failed, Fan, you No one can ignore your performance. It is already remarkable to be able to grow to the point where you are now. In fact, Leo has been exposed to the top league earlier than you, but the gap between you It's not as big as you imagined. Maybe it won't be long before you are no longer inferior to him. Why, don't you have confidence in yourself?"
Fan Bizhuang looked at him in surprise, never thought that his former "mentor" would say something like this, he is the coach of Barcelona, would he actually encourage himself to carry "The Prince's Revenge" to the end?
"Don't look at me like this, I'm a member of Barcelona, I love this stadium, but you are also my most beloved disciple, I don't want to see you depressed because of one blow, I have to do something Of course, I don’t think there’s much need for this, just like what Tito said, you’re not a guy who can’t stand blows, you’re born with a big heart!”
As he said that, Enrique patted his head with a smile, and pointed to Vilanova, who still had a cold face: "This guy with a stinky face is right, don't think about it anymore, your The change is good, and we are all very pleased. Fan, you are really growing up..."
Fan Bizhuang was silent, then nodded.
"Yeah, people have to grow up slowly, and I'm on my way, aren't I, sir?"
(End of this chapter)