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Chapter 359 Little Prata

Chapter 359 Little Prata

While the public was buzzing because of this incredible game and incredible score, the atmosphere in Catalonia was extremely dignified.

This is a score that no one could have predicted before the game. Barcelona fans are still waiting for the good news that the heroes will return with a victory and a three-point triumph, but they did not expect that what they are waiting for is just a bad news!

The team lost!

It's nothing more than losing, or losing the score with such a shameful score, how can this be accepted by Barcelona fans?

I don't know if I regret it or not, but Barcelona fans must be extremely angry at this moment.

There is both anger at the players' disappointment and anger at the head coach's dissatisfaction.But more, it was anger towards Fan Bizhuang.

The fans don't care about the grievances and grievances between Fan Bizhuang and Barcelona. They only know that Fan Bizhuang was born in the La Masia youth training camp, that is to say, he was once a member of Barcelona. My own people!

But it was this man who raised the butcher knife mercilessly, swiped the knife cruelly and indifferently, and cut his "mother team" with bruises all over his body.

what is this?

Fight back?

No, this is revenge!

That guy, that bastard, is an ungrateful, despicable villain!

Without Barcelona, ​​without La Masia, would he be where he is today?No!

Therefore, Barcelona trained him, but he treated his "benefactor" like this. This is not a villain, what is it!

The Barcelona fans were furious, and many people clamored. From this moment on, Fan Bizhuang was included in the list of the most unpopular people in Barcelona. In the future, Fan Bizhuang will only be greeted by insults if he steps here again. And boo, they want to let the betrayer know that Barcelona is "undead" with him!

"Judas! Judas!! He is a despicable Judas!"

"He is the traitor of Barcelona! He is our most hated enemy!"

"Barcelona will never welcome him! Damn bastard, he will pay for his betrayal!"

"Next time he comes here, we will let him have a good taste of the fist!"

"..."

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In the Tongs bar in a certain street in Barcelona, ​​Fidel is sitting at the bar with an apron on, holding a newspaper in his hand and reading it intently.

After a long time, he sighed softly, put down the newspaper in his hand, and fell into silence, with a worried look on his brows.

"Fan, this kid, is playing bigger and bigger. The whole city is full of voices against him. I don't know... Alas, I'm afraid he will come back next time, so he can only sneak around. Otherwise, he will be caught by Barcelona fans. If you recognize it, there might be a violent conflict.”

This is not to worry about. Judging from the current anger of fans in this city towards Fan Bizhuang, if Fan Bizhuang really dared to appear on the street, he might be besieged by fans.

For a long time, Fidel knew that Fan Bizhuang wanted to take the path of professional football, not only for his own ideals, but also to fulfill his promise to Aunt Azucena.In the past, he would lament and sigh because of Fan Bizhuang's mediocrity, but after Fan Bizhuang left here, went to the outside world and gradually blossomed his brilliance, he began to miss the past time again, at least he would not be like now. This kind of worry and fear, he knows that kid's violent temper, maybe someday the troubles caused will make him fall into a situation from which he cannot extricate himself.

Wouldn't it be nice to live an ordinary life like before?Be a football apprentice in La Masia that no one will pay attention to, and run the small shop of Tongs Bar, chatting with drinkers every day, spanking, laughing and cursing with everyone, life is ordinary but not boring .

I want to think so, but Fidel knows that this kind of life is what he likes, not what Fan Bizhuang wants.

"Perhaps the current Fan is the happiest."

Fidel sighed with emotion, and a picture of memories appeared in front of his eyes. At this time, the drinkers in the bar were already arguing.Everyone knows the "good things" that Fan Bizhuang has done to Barcelona. Although most of the people here are Barcelona fans, they really can't complain about Fan Bizhuang.

On the contrary, a group of people were still applauding Fan Bizhuang's outstanding performance in the competition.

"Fan, this guy is really amazing! He even staged a hat-trick, and it was still in the game against Barcelona! It's amazing!"

"Ha, I've known for a long time that Fan is a genius, a real genius! Bartender? Ha, this is just a stop for him to stay temporarily! No, when will we have to organize and go to the seaside town to cheer for Fan!"

"Yes, yes, let him see, we old guys haven't forgotten him! Do you think Fan will not forget us?"

"You bastard, what are you talking about? How could Fan forget us! What kind of friendship do we have with him, that's... Well, it seems that we really don't have much friendship, but over the years, he has been They're all bullying us, right? Uh...it's really embarrassing!"

"Forget it, don't worry about it, find a time, let's go find that kid for a drink together! Now, let's all cheer, Fan did a great job, beat Barcelona to the ground, amazing, really amazing!"

"I said, we seem to be all Barcelona fans, right? Is it really good to cheer like this?"

"What's wrong? Haha, anyway, if I have to make a choice between Fan and Barcelona, ​​I must support Fan! Who made him our brother!"

A group of people were laughing and making noise, but the wooden door of the bar creaked lightly and was pushed open from the outside, followed by a series of crisp wind chimes.

It was normal for the bar to have drinkers coming and going, and the big guys didn't pay attention to the direction of the door.However, when the visitor walked into the bar slowly, the lobby suddenly fell silent. Everyone had expressions of suspicion or shock, and some even rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

Fidel was also stunned, looking at the smiling middle-aged man in a black windbreaker, his mouth was wide open, he was speechless.

"It seems very lively?"

The middle-aged man smiled as if talking to himself, straightened his collar, took off the black gloves in his hands, and walked slowly towards Fidel.

"Why, Fidel, seeing your old friend, you are so surprised that you can't even speak?"

Regardless of Fidel's surprised expression, the middle-aged man opened his arms and gave him a big hug.

"You...you...Little Prata? Why are you back? Didn't we just talk on the phone two days ago, and you didn't say anything about coming back... No, no, since you are back, then, Mr. Puerta, he..."

The person who came was the current owner of Tongs Bar, Mr. Prata Jr.This bar has a history of many years. It is said that it was passed down from the generation of Mr. Plata's grandfather. The previous owner was Mr. Puerta, and now, it is naturally Mr. Plata's turn to inherit. .

"Don't make a fuss, Fidel, I didn't tell you, I just wanted to give you a surprise." Little Plata patted Fidel's round belly and joked, "It's still so round, um, full of pleasant touch ...I'm glad, ha, Fidel, your weight loss plan still hasn't succeeded!"

Fidel just smiled awkwardly, looking out through the glass window of the bar.

Not only him, but all the drinkers in the lobby stretched their necks and looked outside, as if they were looking for something.

"I said you guys, what are you looking at? Ha, don't worry about other things, aren't you surprised to see me suddenly appearing in front of you like this? Are you happy? Do you want to scream loudly? Oh ~Geart! Come on, guys, get up and scream! Let me hear where your cheers are, where your enthusiasm is! Welcome me back with your roars!"

Little Plata's clothes are very mature and stable, but this speech reveals his secrets, and his flamboyant appearance is just like a realistic version of funny.

No one pays attention to him, they are all old acquaintances. Although we haven't seen each other for many years, this guy's temper and character are still the same as before.

The drinkers continued to stretch their necks to look outside, and some even opened the door of the bar and ran out.

But the result is destined to be disappointing, there is nothing outside, and the person they were looking forward to did not appear.

"Okay, guys, don't look dejected. Ha, the old man is still on the other side of the ocean. In fact, I am the only one coming back. Ha, I just happened to be in England on business, so I came back to see the big guy!"

As soon as the words fell, the drinkers booed and booed, and then turned around to do their own things, chatting and drinking, and little Prata suddenly became a transparent person.

Little Plata gritted his teeth in hatred, and the few black lines on his forehead almost turned into real objects. He turned his head angrily and said to Fidel: "These bastards, don't they think I'm transparent? Damn it! , I really want to drive them out and let them know whose territory this is!"

Mr. Puerta did not come back, and Fidel was also very disappointed.Facing the "clamour" of little Plata's dissatisfaction, Fidel replied with a smile, "If you don't worry that Fan will beat you up when he comes back, you can indeed drive them all out, after all, you are the owner of this family now." Owner of the bar."

"Forget it. That guy is not a normal person."

Thinking of the guy who always disrespected himself and always went against him, Little Prata shrank his neck and waved his hand in a somewhat dispirited manner.

"By the way, what were you talking about just now, so lively?"

Suddenly, little Prata found a new topic, looking very curious and interested.

"See for yourself."

Fidel handed him the newspaper on the bar.

After a long while, the little Prata, who had finished browsing, widened his eyes with shock on his face, and then, punching hard, shouted: "Is this really Fan's doing? This... this... this is really too much!" Pretty!"

With joy and excitement on his face, little Prata even turned around twice in place, yelling excitedly.

Fidel helped his forehead helplessly, and said softly: "I knew it would be like this, I really don't know, how could Mr. Puerta have such a son... Is this really his own..."

(End of this chapter)