[Football Fans] Glory

August 8rd was a Saturday, and the Bernabéu stadium was packed with fans watching the game. Because it was the home stadium, the 3 people inside the stadium was almost a sea of ​​white. Although there were many red and blue fans, the entire stadium was Surrounded by fanatical white supporters, their voices could not be heard at all.

For three days, the problem of lack of physical fitness has not been corrected. The players of both sides still played wonderfully but failed to score.

Robson probably figured it out. At home, he had no choice but to listen to the higher-ups. This away game will just let him go. At present, the Barcelona star is still playing seriously. Of course, that is shown. As for whether he has given his all The display can only be estimated.

The Real Madrid players were more serious. After all, it was the home court, and Carlos played very excitedly today, almost running all over the field, so the players who were a little lazy passed the ball to him to watch him bouncing there.

Guti didn't start today and was sitting on the sidelines playing with wrench boringly.

Having played with his own fingers enough, the bored Guti looked left and right, then took aim and aim and then went to Barcelona. Well, Figo and Gua Shuai didn't play either, hey, there was Guti chatting with Gua Shuai The handsome guy who is talking is - Mourinho, oh, the young version of Mourinho~~

Guti looked around, but no one paid attention to him, so he took out the camera from his carry-on bag—a habit developed after the Olympics—and took pictures from various angles, tsk tsk, Mourinho is young When chatting with Gua Shuai, he actually smiled a little bit shyly, no wonder he would be YYJJed by the girls in the future, it is really worth watching.

What, what kind of nerves does Guti have? Will the future 14th master tell you~~ Dads who have daughters at home are also very hard. It’s easy for me to have a common language with my adolescent daughter, and I am often questioned by my daughter’s eyes After looking up and down, he asked some football rumors whether they were true or not. The poor Jinlang was hairy all over his daughter's eyes and had to explain to her: No, no, my dear is not like that, etc...

Although there may never be those embarrassing questions and answers in this life, Guti still silently collected the black history of many players as a souvenir.

It's good to leave a thought.

The old man who came over for a stroll looked at Guti who had a rippling smile on his face, "Why are you so crazy!"

Guti pursed his lips and smiled, "I saw an acquaintance."

The old man froze for a moment, followed Guti's line of sight, "Hepsey?"

"No, the one next to him."

Guti laughed.

"That young man..." The old man took a closer look, "It's the translator of the Barcelona coaching staff. It's amazing that he understands many languages."

"And he's a future football coach."

Guti said in a low voice.

"he?"

Dad was taken aback.

"Do you still remember the young coach I told you about defeating Barcelona's technical skills with muscle flow?"

"It's him?"

"Yes."

Guti said happily, "People in later generations will say that the two of them fell in love and killed each other~~"

The corner of the father's lips twitched and looked at Guti speechlessly, "Please be normal, if you can't speak, don't say it."

"I'm not wrong, Hopsey later became the coach of Barcelona, ​​and he fought countless times with Mourinho in Real Madrid, tsk tsk, the fight was so hot!"

The old man who endured and endured could not bear it anymore and often slapped him, "Shut up."

The flat-mouthed Guti curled his lips, "Father, you bullied me again."

It has been a long time since I saw this unscrupulous and coquettish Guti's father. After a moment of stunned, he sighed softly, "History has changed, stop talking about those unreasonable things, let's move forward again!"

Guti, who squatted on the ground and looked up at his father, suddenly had sore eyes, then he lowered his head, put the lens cap on, put away the camera and stood up.

"Daddy, I'm going out to play tonight."

"so……"

Dad raised his eyebrows calmly.

"There may be a lot of scandals about me coming out next week."

"Ok?"

"Don't burst your veins, Dad!"

Guti blinked.

"Bastard, what are you doing?"

Seeing his stupid appearance, the old man was furious, he gritted his teeth and asked.

"Anyway, you have to take care."

Guti stuck out his tongue.

Looking at his expression, the old man thought for a while, "Go warm up!"

"what?"

Guti blinked, not knowing why the topic suddenly went off the rails.

"I think you are idle, looking for something to do when you have nothing to do, just play for me to use up your energy."

Dad hummed twice, turned and left.

Guti looked at his father's back with grievances, and then saw the teaching assistant running over and calling him, "Jose, warm up quickly and prepare for a substitution."

Woohoo, dad is so unreasonable!

Guti bowed his head.

This lively Super Bowl ended at the feet of two absent-minded players. In the end, Carlos scored a goal with a powerful free kick. As a result, he scored such a goal after two rounds to end the game.

The UEFA officials laughed awkwardly, and the players ignored them. At the end of the game, they could finally rest for nearly ten days, and then they would start the warm-up match and the La Liga Super Cup—because Real Madrid won the Triple Crown , they had no choice but to play the La Liga Super Cup against No.2 Atletico Madrid in the Copa del Rey, and Real Madrid seriously said that they really don't want to play this game, but they have no choice but to play.

After the domestic Super Cup is over, the new season will begin.

In the new season, Real Madrid will fight on the third front again, and lack of physical fitness is a big problem.

It's no wonder that the two coaches don't pay much attention to these Super Bowl games that can only be regarded as famous and of little practical significance.

After the game in the evening, it was the time when the nightlife of the Madrid people was the most abundant. Apart from the family-loving men in the team, the young players were still interested in going out with Guti.

Carlos, who loves to play, was very happy to enjoy flamenco in a good local nightclub and taste the famous local snacks in Madrid.

"The vacation starts tomorrow, Jose~~"

Carlos winked with a smile.

Guti also smiled, "Go to the beach?"

"It is said that there is a nudist camp?"

Even Guti was shocked by Carlos' answer, "Let's forget it!"

A few other teammates were also frightened. Of course, there were quite a few people who were eager to try.

Under the circumstances of many people's objections, Carlos had no choice but to give up the idea regretfully, and his eyes turned to the stage over there again, "The dancing girl is not bad."

Guti glanced over there, "The young performers from the song and dance troupe here are performing tonight, and their pillars will appear at the end."

"That is to say, the most beautiful one is in the back?"

"If you only want to look at looks, the young people who appeared in the front are more beautiful."

Based on his experience a long time ago, Guti thought for a while and answered.

"The young man in front?"

Carlos thought for a while, "I like young ones."

Of course when he came out to play, he was looking for beautiful young ones, he didn't have the hobby of loving older girls.

There are many football players who like older women, especially Italian and Spanish stars, but Carlos, Rivarido and Ze Robert, who are South Americans, don't have that hobby.

"Mature women are better."

Guti's answer made the three Brazilians roll their eyes at the same time.

"Your girlfriend seems to be seven years older than you?"

Rivaldo said.

"Yes, the bigger ones are more considerate and playful."

Guti shrugged.

Listening to their chat, the other teammates who came to play together laughed and ran off to play.

Carlos waved his hand, "Stop talking, I'm going to dance."

After his teammates ran off to play, Guti also got up after taking a sip of beer, but he didn't look for those young girls, he just quietly jumped on the side of the stage, looking at the stage that was about to appear inside.

In the nightclub he chose tonight, he knew that there would be a performing group performing here, especially the dancer who was preparing to appear on stage.

In fact, in all his life, this dancer is his first girlfriend in the true sense. This flamenco dancer, a dancer who is nearly 20 years older than him, her appearance It is not beautiful, but she has an extraordinary performance life, all her spirit is melted in her dance, watching her performance used to be one of his favorite things, it is the art of beauty, there is something in her dance soul(*).

In this life, he stood quietly in front of the stage, watching her tugging on her skirt, her beautiful soul exuding all the brilliance under the heavy makeup.

The drums sounded, and she walked out with graceful steps, the noise outside the stage did not affect her at all, she raised her hands and raised her head, her black eyes were shining, under the intense drumbeat and music, She was spinning and dancing, and all her emotions were concentrated in this dance.

When the music stopped, she stopped. She came over panting, bent down and stared at Guti who was standing in front of the stage with tears streaming down her face.

"Why are you crying?"

Her voice was hoarse and not soft at all.

"...very beautiful..."

Some absent-minded Guti rudely wiped away the teardrops with embarrassing movements. He has always been the kind of person who is a little sensitive and has a more artistic atmosphere. So many memories, I can't help crying.

"juvenile?"

Under the light, she seemed to think that Guti was a minor, so she called out.

Guti gave her a white look, "I'm an adult."

"Feel sorry."

What she said was not sincere at all.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

Guti asked seriously.

She looked at Guti seriously, and tapped his cheek with her fingertips rubbing red nail polish, "It's really strange for a young man with a serious heart to buy a drink for a woman like me."

Gu Di raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked back at her—the women he had been in serious contact with were all older and very intelligent women, and he seemed to like this type of intelligence for male friends. Could it be that he really has an M-type personality?

Thinking of this, Guti wanted to laugh, "Why not?"

"Alright young man, I accept your invitation."

She was about to jump off the stage, but Guti quickly reached out and let her step down with his arms.

"I like gentleman boys."

She smiled and walked gracefully to the bar with Guti's arm on her arm, but she just ordered a glass of iced lemonade.

"I like to dance and keep in shape."

Seeing that Guti glanced at the water she asked for, she explained this.

Guti smiled, "You're awesome."

The two sat at the bar holding the same lemonade and chatted quietly about the dance and the metaphorical meaning to be expressed in it.

"When will there be an official performance?"

After chatting for a while, Guti asked.

"It will be next week, want to see it?"

The woman raised her eyebrows.

"I want to see."

Guti answered in the affirmative.

The woman stared at him, and after a while, she smiled, "Little boy full of thoughts, you are so cute."

"Isn't it possible?"

"Remember to send me flowers."

The woman smiled, waved her hand and turned away.

Guti looked at her back and sighed softly, women are so smart, men really have no way out!

Tianyin: You deserve it! ! !

The author has something to say: (*) You read that right, before Alancha appeared, Guti’s girlfriend was a flamenco dancer who was nearly 20 years older than him.

PS: I made an investment, but it turned out to be a loss... My heart hurts! ! !Stuffed! ! !