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Chapter 41 Everyone Has Their Own Choice
Molina is not a very successful scout, although he has always claimed to be an extremely professional person with a keen and unique vision.

But in fact, so far, he still has not discovered even a commendable player for the club.He has been a full-time scout for nearly [-] years, and he has also recommended many young players who he believes have great potential and talent to the club.

However, the results were not so good. Few of the players he recommended were accepted by the club. Few players entered the first team. Most of them either went to lower-level teams to hang out, or they were struggling in the amateur league.What's more, football is no longer played.

In the scouting circles in Spain, Molina can be considered a little famous, but this name is not a good name. He has a nickname called "Detective Molina". Straightforward ridicule.

Molina also questioned whether he was really suitable for the job of scouting, but he really loved football, and he didn't know what else he could do besides scouting for players, so he persisted.This persistence lasted for nearly twenty winters and summers. Molina is a devout Christian. He always believes that his efforts will surely move the Almighty God, and he will one day be able to discover a true genius.

When his "genius" soars into the sky, that's when he slaps all his colleagues in the face!
But now, Molina felt that the "genius" that belonged to him had come to him.

Even though he only observed the opponent's performance in one match, the feeling was extremely strong.A voice in his body kept roaring, telling him repeatedly that this person was the "genius" he had been looking for, the real genius!
Although the communication with Fan Bizhuang was not smooth, it could even be said that there was no communication at all, because facing his invitation, Fan Bizhuang just indifferently threw him a sentence of "not interested", but Molina did not He was about to give up, and there was even a faint feeling of excitement in his heart.

A true genius has his own unique personality, and Fan Bizhuang in front of him, isn't that the case?

Molina forced himself to suppress the excitement in his heart. He decided that he would stay in Barcelona in the future. He wanted to observe Fan Bizhuang more and record everything about him. Organize it into a book and send it back to the club.

"I have to speed up the progress of the work. Now Fan has not been seen by more people. His talent, this is the best time!"

Molina took out a silver-white mobile phone from his pocket, which recorded Fan Bizhuang's performance in this competition. He decided to copy the video and watch it several times carefully to sort out the opponent's strengths and weaknesses. strengths.

He felt that the performance of one game was not enough to explain anything, so he would record another one, two, many more!

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"What did that guy ask you for? What did he say?"

When Fan Bizhuang walked across the sideline with a few pieces of training equipment, he realized that Vilanova had not left. He walked up to Fan Bizhuang and questioned him with a serious expression.

Vilanova knew the guy, he had some impression of this middle-aged man who appeared in the stands of Camp Nou a few months ago, and he also knew that the other party was a scout.So this easily made him have some bad associations. Maybe the other party came to Fan Bizhuang to poach someone?
A professional scout finds a player, even though they may know each other, but Vilanova doesn't think that the other party just came to chat.

Vilanova was very worried. Fan Bizhuang was a player he had single-handedly trained. He put in a lot of hard work and energy. He didn't want the fruit of his hard work to be a wedding dress for someone else.As a football coach, he naturally wants to see his disciples have a broad development in the future, can play professional football, and become an excellent player, but this depends on who plays.

In his opinion, Fan Bizhuang is a member of La Masia. If this guy can become a professional player in the future, he can only play for Barcelona.

This kind of thinking is a bit extreme, but it is human nature, just like a father to his son, his son must follow his own footsteps and live life according to his own wishes, and when the son grows up, he wants to see the outside world The world begins to go against the wishes of the father, which makes the father feel uncomfortable and frustrated.

Vilanova is like this father. If possible, he wants Fan Bizhuang to contribute to the great club of Barcelona. His attitude towards outsiders who may take away his children is naturally deep. be on guard.

Fan Bizhuang stopped and looked closely at his assistant coach. Vilanova didn't move a single bit, and stared at the other's cheek with the same focus and sternness.

"do not know."

Fan Bizhuang withdrew his gaze, left a sentence lightly, glanced at Enrique who was playing with the Spring Festival not far away, and left with the training equipment on his shoulders.

Behind him, Vilanova had a complicated expression, including anger, worry, and bewilderment.

Enrique came over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Tito."

Vilanova turned around, only to find that her friend was staring at Fan Bizhuang's back in a daze.

After a long time, Enrique turned his head and shook his head at his assistant.

"You're asking too much."

Before Vilanova opened his mouth to refute, Enrique waved his hand again.

"Fan is like you, with an indifferent appearance, but a sensitive and fragile heart." Enrique said, although he looked at Vilanova, it was more like talking to himself, "You may Hurt his feelings for you. Tito, I understand what you are thinking, but this is the world, everyone has their own independent thoughts, they have their own choices, they have their own paths to go, they can decide for themselves How should I spend my life. Can you guarantee that staying will be better than leaving?"

Vilanova fell into silence, he frowned, as if he was thinking about something.

"I know Fan. He is a very independent person. He will think for himself and decide how he should go in the future. Moreover, you should believe him. He is still a member of La Masia, or a member of La Masia. your child."

Vilanova still didn't speak, and Enrique didn't bother him, and turned around to continue playing with the Spring Festival.

After a long time, Fan Bizhuang returned to the training ground.He squatted on the ground, tied footballs around his legs, and then waved to the distance.

"Spring Festival, let's go."

"Ow!"

Spring Festival responded with a low groan, and ran over excitedly.

"What a ruthless dog. Anyway, we are old friends. When we meet again, why don't you say goodbye to me?"

Enrique yelled helplessly, and what responded to him was the contemptuous eyes of the Spring Festival, then turned around, his big tail swayed like a broom, the intention of teasing was obvious.

Enrique could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

Fan Bizhuang patted Spring Festival's head and nodded to the head coach from a distance: "Goodbye, Mr. Enrique."

"You performed very well today, so, see you tomorrow, Fan, and I look forward to more outstanding performance from you."

Fan Bizhuang nodded and turned around, seeing that Vilanova was still standing there silently, only looking at him closely.

After hesitating for a while, Fan Bizhuang still greeted him and said goodbye: "Goodbye, Coach Vilanova."

After walking two steps, Fan Bizhuang turned his head again: "He asked me if I was interested in talking, and I said no."

After saying this, Fan Bizhuang left without looking back.

There was an apologetic look on Vilanova's face, and he opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't stop him.

A hand climbed onto his shoulder again, and Enrique still had a familiar smile on his cheek.

"You treat Fan as your child, so why doesn't he regard you as a friend or relative? So Tito, if you are really good for him, then you should consider him from his point of view. Okay. Come on, man, don't worry about it. Remember, everyone has their own choices, and they have the right to decide their own life."

Enrique patted his friend on the shoulder, whistled, and Shi Shiran left.

Only Vilanova was left standing alone in the empty training ground, with the cool night wind blowing, a smile gradually appeared on his face.

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　　I will go to the hospital for infusions these two days, and the situation is not very good. From next week, I will return to two shifts a day, sorry.

　　
　
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