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Chapter 7 Transparent people?
On the exclusive training ground of the La Masia reserve team, the atmosphere was as usual. The young players wore red or green vests. They first jogged on the ground, and then they were familiarized with and trained in various sports.

Almost two hours later, an assistant coach blew the whistle in his hand, indicating that everyone can stop first, take a rest, and prepare for the upcoming group match.

The training method of the La Masia training camp is actually no different from the training method of most clubs. In addition to training such as slinging, passing, and shooting, players will also be organized from time to time to compete against each other. After all, training is one thing. It's the same thing, just like fighting a war, no one knows what the actual training effect will be unless there is a real competition with swords and guns.

The job of the coaches is to record the performance of all the players in the match, who are outstanding, who have potential, and what problems have been exposed, then make a summary, and then make targeted improvements.

Whether it is the first team or the reserve echelon, other clubs basically follow this routine.If there is anything different about La Masia, it is that their various echelons pay more attention to passing at the feet and teamwork. In fact, after Cruyff proposed and implemented his "self-sufficiency, take a different football path" "After the concept, after so many years of development and improvement, the La Masia training camp has been closely related to their first team. They have always insisted on the cooperative style of passing and catching the ball, and they have begun to reap fruitful results in Spanish and even European football— —And the reserve echelon is where they replenish fresh blood, so the most important thing in the training of these players is to play the same technical and tactical style as the first team.

From top to bottom, almost all Barcelona players are familiar with this set of skills and tactics. It is no exaggeration to say that it is engraved in their bones. After being promoted to the first team, there will not be too much discomfort, and you can quickly integrate into the team system-this is what you have been practicing since childhood, so what discomfort can there be?

The same is naturally true of Enrique's reserve team. Under his instructions, several of his assistants are making preparations in an orderly manner. The young players who are resting gather together in twos and threes, talking in low voices, their faces full of excitement. Looking forward to the infinite longing for the upcoming competition.

They all know the importance of the test match. To be precise, the test match is a good opportunity to express themselves. If they can perform well, they will be paid attention by the coaches. Great increase - the record of coaches is not in vain, they will recommend outstanding young players to the first team manager, so as to attract more attention.

Just like their idol, Leo Messi, who performed well in Team A and was then promoted to the first team. Donna has publicly stated that Messi will be his most promising heir.

Thinking that in the future, I will be like Messi and enter the first team. From then on, I will become a big star, become the target of media scrambling for reports, and enjoy the cheers and admiration of countless fans. These young players are all full of pride. The blood is surging.

"These little guys, alas, are just a group of kids, how can they know the hardships and hardships of a real professional league..."

Enrique sat on a small bench on the sidelines, sighed softly while watching the disciples chatting happily.

He does not deny the strength of Barcelona, ​​nor does he deny the outstanding hematopoietic ability of La Masia, but as a professional player, he knows better that the path of professional football is not easy. If he wants to become a real professional player, he wants to It is undoubtedly extremely difficult to stand out among countless people who play football.

Not everyone is Xavi and Messi, and not everyone’s dream will come true. At least Enrique thinks that the more than 20 young players here can stay in La Masia and Camp Nou in the end. of people, no more than five.

Sighing softly, Enrique noticed Fan Bizhuang who was slowly walking towards this side, his face still had a calm expression, and the teammates around him gathered together, talking excitedly, He is like a lonely wild wolf, the excitement around him has nothing to do with him, he is walking slowly in his own world.

Fan Bizhuang's out of place behavior is supposed to attract the attention of the entire training ground, but on the contrary, everyone else is doing their own thing, no one pays attention to him at all, no one comes up Talking to him, or even looking at him, seemed superfluous.

Enrique knew that Fan Bizhuang was not in the same circle as the other young players. Although he had seen Fan Bizhuang's bland expression and out of place state for many years, every time he saw it, he still felt a toothache.

Football is a team sport, and Fan Bizhuang is always out of the whole, not communicating with his teammates, or even making friends. How can such a person succeed in football?
Anyway, Enrique felt that Fan Bizhuang was a member of the reserve team six years ago, and it is not unreasonable to still stay here six years later. With such a dead face and being out of gregarious, who can truly Noticed him?
Moreover, he himself is still so low-key, so low-key that people can hardly feel his existence.

"Hollow Man?!"

Such a word suddenly popped up in Enrique's mind, and then he nodded affirmatively, then shook his head speechlessly.

Fan Bizhuang has been here longer than him, and he can be called his "senior". The time of contact with each other is not short, and there are some friendships. To be honest, Enrique really thinks that this tall and thin Young boys are not suitable for playing football, whether it is technical tactics or attitude, they are not suitable.

He also persuaded Fan Bizhuang to find a new hobby and develop it while he was young, maybe it would be more promising. This is not a fool's word. Although he is taciturn and looks like a stranger, Fan Bizhuang is a man and a man. They are all extremely careful and conscientious, such a person, if he finds the right direction, he will not worry about failing to do one thing.

The answer Fan Bizhuang gave him was a back view that turned around and left.Then what to do, just continue to do, continue to train with other young players, and continue to "hang out" here.

Enrique felt that Fan Bizhuang was wasting time, but the strange thing was that Fan Bizhuang didn't care at all, he just did whatever he wanted, and didn't care at all. There are more people here, but the only thing that remains the same is that Fan Bizhuang is still here.

Well, his dog is here too.

"If other people's mentality is like Fan's, without rhetoric, just persist and persist, I'm afraid their football road will be smoother?"

Enrique muttered to himself, then turned his head: "You mean, Spring Festival?"

The Spring Festival lazily lay on the ground, turning a deaf ear.

"You are really... just like your master. Can you give me some feedback? Anyway, we are old acquaintances? Hey, you said that you are a dog who despises me every day. Fortunately, I have a strong heart, otherwise I've been mad at you not too long ago! Spring Festival, give me a response... Spring Festival...fuck...you peed at my feet again, you..."

Enrique teased, uh, to be precise, when Enrique was teased by the Spring Festival, Fan Bizhuang had already walked in front of a person and a dog, saw the owner coming, and immediately resurrected in full state during the Spring Festival, lazily His appearance disappeared, wagging his tail around Fan Bizhuang.

Enrique's eyes were almost red, and the envy and jealousy in his eyes were not concealed at all. After glaring at the Spring Festival, he looked up at Fan Bizhuang.

"Aren't you going to compete with everyone today?"

"No, it's not interesting."

Enrique nodded as expected. It is indeed quite boring. Fan Bizhuang's level is too bad, plus he doesn't fit in with the group. No one wants to be in a group with him, even if he is forced into it , when he is on the court, no one will pass him the ball and cooperate with him-in fact, it is useless for Fan Bizhuang to stay, because of his ability, he basically cannot get the chance to play. Can only act as a spectator on the side.

Sometimes Enrique would like to ask the club's executives why Fan Bizhuang is not suitable for playing football, and he is also unique in the training camp, and he is still allowed to stay.

But after thinking about it, forget it. Although Fan Bizhuang is very out of gregarious, it will not add any obstacles to his training. Existence is reasonable. Even the big bosses of the club don't care about it. what?
"Let's go, Coach Enrique. I will attend the training in the afternoon on time."

Fan Bizhuang turned around, waved his hands casually, and walked slowly towards the exit of the training ground wearing his jersey and sneakers.The Spring Festival revolves around him, running around happily beside him.

"This guy……"

Although this is not the first time he has seen such a scene, every time he sees this figure of a person and a dog drifting away, Enrique still feels extremely lonely and distressed for no reason.

He sighed leisurely, turned around and yelled into the arena: "What are you still talking nonsense about? Stand still for me, start grouping now!"

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After being taught a lesson by Enrique, Bo Yang didn't go back to school. The unlucky encounters of the past two days made him really unable to get motivated, so he simply went back to the players' dormitory, threw himself on the bed, and just stared blankly. He squinted, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"Who is that guy? Why is he here? According to the seniors, he seems to be here all the time. Why have I never heard of such a person before? Who is he? Ahhh..."

Countless questions filled Boyan's head, one guess after another was raised by him, and then rejected one by one.

In the end, he simply looked like a dead fish, with his eyes wide open, and he covered his head with a pillow.

In this state until noon, when his friends returned to the dormitory, Dos Santos approached Boyan mysteriously and brought him a new piece of news.

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