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Chapter 216 Accident
Villarreal is just a small seaside city in the Iberian Peninsula, with a small population and pitifully few resources, but it is such a sparrow-sized city, but there is a professional team in the top league, and The results are not bad, and many people can't figure out the reason for this.

In fact, it is simple to say, because of the family-like atmosphere here, everyone gets along peacefully and friendly together, and always maintains a good mood and good state. Everyone wants to contribute to their own family, so the cohesion is very strong. Naturally, the fighting power will become stronger.

After joining the team for several months, Godin has always liked the warm atmosphere here, but today, his feelings are more profound and intense. For the first time, he really felt at home with himself.

The concern of his partners, their help, and their sincere emotions all reminded him of his hometown far away, where his relatives and friends also cared for him and helped him, here, with his At home, it's no different.

Looking at the laughing teammates, Godin clenched his fists tightly in his heart and made a secret decision: "This is my friends, my family. I also want to do more for my family. ,better!"

One day in the future, Godin, who has already left Villarreal and has become the world's top central defender, said in an interview: "It is my second hometown besides Uruguay. The experience of that time and years, and because of Villarreal, I am what I am today, I am a child of a small seaside town, no matter where I am, I will always be!"

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Three days later, all members of Villarreal took the club's bus and set off for Catalonia.

In the bus, everyone’s eyes kept on looking at Fan Bizhuang in the back row intentionally or unintentionally. They all knew that Fan Bizhuang came from the La Masia Youth Training Camp, and they were not curious about what would happen to Fan Bizhuang’s return to his hometown. It's a strange feeling, but...

It's just going to another city for a normal league game. What do you mean by bringing a huge suitcase?Could it be that you want to move? After the game, you will settle there and never come back?
At Fan Bizhuang's feet, there was an enlarged version of a large black suitcase. What it is, they are also very curious.

Fan Bizhuang didn't care about the gossiping eyes of his teammates. He pressed his cheek against the glass window and stared blankly at the scenery outside the window. The trees on both sides kept receding. As he got closer to the city, his mood became more and more serious. more urgent.

Fan Bizhuang can ignore many people and things in Barcelona, ​​but there is one person that he will never forget no matter what.It is because of that person that he has lived in this city for more than ten years, and it is also because of her that he has stayed in La Masia for many years in obscurity, and finally embarked on the road of a professional player.

The summer vacation is over, and it has been nearly three months since he left that city, which is not too long for others, but for him, it has been a long time, and it has been almost three months since he last visited his aunt It had been months, and it was not known whether Aunt Arsene would miss him or blame him.

The post-match reports of each game have accumulated a lot. He packed all the newspapers in the black suitcase, and the player of the game award he got, and a few bottles of champagne lay quietly in the box.

He would bring these things to the cemetery and burn them to his aunt, so that she, who was far away in heaven, would be happy for herself.

The Spring Festival at the feet seemed to feel the owner's melancholy, and rubbed its huge head against the edge of the owner's trouser legs.

Fan Bizhuang turned his head, touched Spring Festival's head affectionately, and said softly with a smile: "Spring Festival, do you miss your aunt too?"

Spring Festival naturally couldn't answer him, so he could only stick out his tongue to lick the palm of his master.

Nihat, who was sitting next to him, finally couldn't help his curiosity, and leaned over to ask, "Fan, what's in this box? Is it food? Ha, good things should be shared with good friends." , look at me, isn't such a kind and friendly face just your good friend?"

Fan Bizhuang looked over, Nihat stretched out his finger and pointed to his nose, boasting triumphantly, but Fan Bizhuang only gave him an understatement glance in response, Fan Bizhuang looked out of the window again, and remained silent.

Nehat made himself a fool of himself, and the teammates around him laughed loudly.Nihat touched his nose in embarrassment, but he didn't speak anymore. He could feel Fan Bizhuang's low mood, which was different from usual. At this time, he naturally couldn't touch the bad news anymore.

There was no words all the way. When the bus with the Villarreal club logo on it drove into Barcelona, ​​Fan Bizhuang stood up with his suitcase in his hand, and told coach Manuel Pellegrini and assistant coach Mr. Ruben to order. He nodded, greeted the driver, and got out of the car.

The bus had just entered the city and hadn't reached its destination yet, but Fan Bizhuang got off the bus right away. The players on the bus all had the puzzled expressions of Monk Zhang Er who couldn't figure it out.

"What is this going to do, haven't you arrived at the stadium yet?"

"Fan, where are you going?"

"Hey, hey, what happened, what happened to Fan?"

Some players yelled in doubt, and turned their inquiring eyes on the head coach.

Pellegrini naturally knew where Fan Bizhuang was going. In fact, the day before coming here, Fan Bizhuang had asked him for leave in advance. It stands to reason that the team is not allowed to The player acted alone, but Fan Bizhuang's situation was an exception. For him, Aunt Arsene was the most important person in his life. If Fan Bizhuang was forced to stay, it might cause some bad things as a result of.

Pellegrini is not unreasonable either. He agreed to Fan Bizhuang's request for leave, but told him to arrive at the Camp Nou before the game.It's only in the morning, and the game won't be played until evening, so there is plenty of time, and Pellegrini's reminder is just incidental.

"Stop making trouble and sit down. Fan has some personal matters to deal with, and he will meet us at the stadium in the evening."

Pellegrini explained something and stopped talking.

The bus continued to drive, but the players got together and began to gossip.

"Fan is very strange today. He didn't say anything with a big suitcase, and he didn't say a word in the car. He was very depressed!"

"Could it be that, as the media said, he was going to play against his old club, so his mentality fluctuated greatly?"

"Don't talk nonsense, do you think Fan is that kind of person? I think it must be that he has a girlfriend in Barcelona, ​​and he is impatient to go on a date right now."

"It makes sense. As the saying goes, if you hit a gun before a game, you will be happy! Fan is also a wonderful person! Haha!"

"...Kah, do you think that everyone is like you, except for the cannon, the brain is full of paste?"

Godin smiled and looked at all kinds of nonsensical speculations of his teammates, and suddenly he thought of something, and opened his mouth to ask the assistant coach Mr. Ruben sitting in the front row of him: "Mr. Ruben, do you know where Fan is going? "

Mr. Ruben nodded, but didn't say much, "He's going to meet someone who is extremely important to him!"

"An extremely important person?"

Godin chewed on this sentence repeatedly, but he couldn't understand how important this person was. Seeing that Mr. Ruben was not interested in explaining, he didn't ask any more questions, but turned his head and looked out the window. One person and one dog Already disappeared at the end of the road...

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When Fan Bizhuang came out of the cemetery with the Spring Festival, his hands were empty. The contents of the box had already been left in front of Aunt Arsena's grave, and the box was thrown into the trash can.

He stayed in front of his aunt's grave for almost five full hours, talking with his aunt, talking about his experiences, life, performance on the court, and some interesting things with his teammates during this period.

Time slipped away unknowingly, and when he came out again, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.

The cemetery is on the outskirts of Barcelona, ​​and it takes more than an hour to reach the city, and the game starts on time at seven o'clock in the evening, which is quite enough time.

Fan Bizhuang stopped a taxi with his hand, and got into it with Spring Festival. Soon, the taxi drove towards the city.

However, Fan Bizhuang was a bit unlucky, the taxi stopped again after only ten minutes to get on it.

The driver was a middle-aged man with a small belly. He smiled apologetically at Fan Bizhuang, got out of the car, and came back a few minutes later.

"I'm really sorry, young man. There seems to be something wrong with my car. I guess it won't be fixed in a short time."

The middle-aged man came over and told Fan Bizhuang about the car's condition. It turned out that it had broken down.

Fan Bizhuang frowned and asked, "How long will it take?"

"I'm really not sure about this. I've already called, and the repair company should be sent over, but it will take at least an hour or two to fix it." The middle-aged man looked guilty, "If you leave in a hurry If so, you can find a new car, of course, I delayed your time, you don't have to pay the fare."

Fan Bizhuang pinched his nose helplessly. In the suburban area, it is very difficult to stop the car, but he has no other good way. The car has a problem and cannot leave. This is a situation that no one wants to see.

Fan Bizhuang nodded, got out of the car, and chatted with the middle-aged man on the side of the road, while paying attention to whether there were passing vehicles around.

As a result, more than half an hour later, people from the maintenance company came, but none of the passing vehicles were seen.

Only about three hours before the start of the race, Fan Bizhuang gritted his teeth and made a decision, turned around and trotted away.

"Where are you going, boy? Do you want to wait..."

A middle-aged driver's voice came from behind him, but Fan Bizhuang didn't look back, and trotted away with Spring Festival.

(End of this chapter)