[Football Fans] Glory

Las Palmas de Gran Ganaria, the capital of the Canary Islands, is the largest city and port on the islands. Since the [-]th century, Las Palmas has been an important supply port for Spanish merchant ships to the New World and African colonies, where African-style buildings And all kinds of tropical plants make this city very different from other Spanish cities. No matter which street you go, you can find plants that you have never seen in Madrid or other cities.

Anyway, it's all here, Guti found a convenience store where he could make a phone call, and after calling home, he gnawed on a long stick of hard bread and wandered around.

This place is rich in sardines and tuna, as well as coconut oil, almonds and raisins, especially the tuna is cheaper than the whole wheat bread in his hand, so Guti stared at the fresh tuna sold by the stall for a long time, left and right I'll see if I can send it back to my mother at home...

But it seems that there is no postage point?

Guti pouted, salivating and staring at the alive and kicking fish, really wanting to eat it.

After watching for a long time, the disappointed Guti continued his sightseeing tour of wandering around.

Today is the weekend, which happens to be the African ethnic group market day here. You can see people wearing large and colorful burqas in the style of the West African ethnic group, turbans on their heads, and nose rings. Large baskets filled with all kinds of tropical fruits, or simple stalls covered with bright fabrics, exaggerated and strange decorations and camel bone sculptures, these various goods piled up the entire market, plus Many tourists lined up into a lively scene.

In fact, not only women can vent their emotions by buying things, but also men—Guti has taken a fancy to a lot of interesting gadgets, and he is picking up things almost like sweeping the stalls, and the things he bought soon arrived. There is no way to hold it with one hand.

Only then did Guti look down at the various things he had bought, which were piled up under his feet. Guti pouted in distress, thinking about how to pack up these bags.

"Need help sir?"

A boy's voice interrupted Guti's thinking.

He looked down, and saw a little boy about ten years old looking at him with wide eyes. Looking at his tanned skin, he should be a local Spanish child.

"Yes, I need help."

Guti pointed to his right arm, "Dear little sir, is there a delivery service here?"

The little boy grinned, "Yes sir, I can call a delivery service for you."

"very good!"

He stretched out his left hand to touch the little boy’s head, but Guti finally put his hand on his shoulder—this place is very close to Africa, and many people’s religious beliefs do not allow casual touching of the head. Still be careful.

The little boy laughed, "Wait a minute."

After speaking, he turned and ran away.

The boy's back swayed in the crowd for a few times before disappearing. Guti looked at the things on the ground, then at the place where he was standing, blinked, and simply bought two more things at the stall next to him and packed them up for stacking. stand up.

A few minutes later, the little boy and a young man came by pushing a cart.

"gentlemen."

The little boy blinked.

Guti smiled, "It's really troublesome for you."

He glanced at the young man who came with the little boy. His complexion was slightly dark but he could still be seen as Caucasian. He had an honest face and was about five or six centimeters shorter than him. Judging from the arm exposed by the shirt, the muscles are quite strong.

"Is that all?"

The young man looked at the things on the ground with a shy smile and asked.

Guti nodded, "If you don't mind, can I continue to buy some after installing these things?"

The man froze for a moment, then nodded, "Of course."

After finishing speaking, he squatted down and began to sort out the things Guti bought one by one, then put them on the cart, and looked at Guti again, "What else do you need to buy?"

Guti thought about it, "Is it okay to just walk around?"

The man nodded, and the little boy happily replied, "Sir, what else do you want to buy, I'll take you there."

"Then can I ask, can the fresh tuna over there be sent directly to Madrid, can it arrive today?"

"Ah yes!"

Probably answering the questions of many people, the little boy quickly told Guti that there is a service for direct mailing of goods to individuals, but the cost is quite high.

Any problem that money can solve is not a problem!

Guti happily said that he would send back the freshest tuna to his mother.

The little boy also happily said that he could take him to buy the best and freshest fish stall.

The two talked happily, and the man pushing the cart just followed them without saying a word.

When Guti was finally satisfied with the purchase and decided to send the fresh fish back to Madrid first, they stopped their frantic purchases.

Even the little boy who often helps tourists find services here is dumbfounded. This handsome big brother can really buy it, and the stall cart is so full that it can hardly hold it.

Guti visually inspected his shopping results, and felt a little ashamed.

Looking at the man pushing the cart who has not made a sound, he is a little embarrassed. Such a large pile of things must be very heavy. He just pushes and follows silently in the crowd. He is really good-tempered, even if he specializes in cart service. I have never seen a single man who can buy him so much.

After the two of them sent the things to the delivery truck, they finalized the order for them to deliver the goods immediately, saying that they could deliver them to Mama Madrid tonight. Guti happily turned around and took out 100 pesetas from his wallet.

"Thank you."

The man pushing the cart shook his head, motioning him to give the money to the little boy.

Guti was stunned for a moment, then bent slightly and handed the money to the little boy, "Thank you for your service, you are great."

Looking at the bills in his hand, the little boy first glanced at Guti and then at the man, "...Sir, there are too many."

"It's not much, just thank you for your service, good service should get the best reward."

Guti smiled.

Seeing his smile, the little boy blushed and turned to look at the young man, "Is that okay?"

The man also smiled, "Then can you send the cart back to where it came from?"

"Ok."

The little boy grinned and took the empty cart, "Brother Juan, I'll put the cart back."

"Be careful."

Watching their interaction, Guti was stunned, "You are not from here..."

He made a pushing motion.

That brother Juan smiled, "Little Sis is here to help his father look after the stall, and do some errands by the way. His mother has been ill recently, and the family's expenses have suddenly increased a lot, so he started to help the passengers push the carts." Delivery work."

Juan didn't say any more, but Guti also understood that this man probably saw that he had bought too many things, and little Sis couldn't push it away, so he came to help.

Guti was a little uneasy, "That me..."

"no need."

Perhaps seeing that Guti wanted to contribute money to help, Juan waved his hand, "Sith and the others can get by with their own labor to earn money. Sir, if you have the heart, you can help those who need help more."

The corner of Guti's lips twitched. Could this man belong to a church or a missionary?

Juan looked over his right shoulder and stared at his face again, "Are you Guti? The Guti from Real Madrid?"

Guti blinked and tugged at his hair. He hasn't cut his hair recently, and his hair has grown to his neck. "Ah, it's me!"

"How is your injury?"

asked Juan.

Guti grinned, "Actually, there's nothing wrong with it, but the doctor still doesn't let me remove these."

He glanced over his right shoulder.

Juan laughed, "A broken bone is very troublesome, it's better to wait until it's completely healed before removing it."

His voice is very gentle and his expression is very gentle, his eyes are even more gentle and messy, one can tell that he is a good old man.

Tsk, the kind of good old man who is better than Captain Hierro.

Guti murmured in his heart.

"What else is there to do here?"

Hearing Guti's question, Juan paused, "The beach..." Here he paused and glanced at Guti's shoulder, "In addition to the market, you can take a boat tour of the harbor."

"It's boring."

Guti shook his head.

Juan glanced at him, it doesn’t matter what you are doing here from Madrid when you are injured, the most famous places here are Sunshine Coast, Harbor Beach, well, of course, there is also the most famous nudist camp, almost the entire beach can be seen everywhere.

Understanding the doubt in Juan's eyes, Guti gave him a white look. Can he say that he got in the wrong car and fell asleep and was dragged here?

Of course not.

So I just say haha, "The seafood here is delicious."

You came so far just to eat, are you really a professional player?

A smile flashed across Juan's face.

This made Guti's temper suddenly come up, "Smile whatever you want, I can go wherever I think of."

This time, Juan really laughed.

Guti glared at him angrily, turned around and strode away.

Guti, who continued to wander around, was finally tired. He found a hotel to stay and eat something before falling asleep. When he woke up, it was almost seven o'clock in the afternoon.

Going to the bathroom in a daze, at this time he wanted to take a shower, only then did he realize that he couldn't do anything if he wanted to take a shower. Damn it, it's rare to find room service for this?

Guti wiped his hands angrily, put on his shirt, put on his pants, hung them up and fixed them, and left the room. After eating something casually, Guti looked out from the restaurant, only to see that there were crowds everywhere outside, a chaotic flow of people What's wrong with the lively atmosphere?

The curious Guti asked the waiter, and the local waiter answered with a smile:

"Sir, Las Palmas is going to play against Osasuna tonight. This is related to the season ranking. If Las Palmas wins tonight, it can be promoted to second place..."

Hearing the waiter talking excitedly, Guti realized that there is a West Second Division club here. Although the waiter was very excited and said that if he won the first place, he could be promoted to the First Division, but in Guti's impression, it seems that they have always been Only after the 2014-15 season can they be promoted to the first division, and they still need to work hard for more than ten years!

However, Guti frowned. Why did he have the impression that this club was still in the second division until he retired?

Strange, why does he have an impression of this small club?

After thinking about it for a long time, Guti couldn't figure out why, and finally he curled his lips, who cares, just take a look and you'll know.

Thinking of this, Guti checked out and went out to the De Gran Canaria Stadium, the main stadium of Las Palmas Football Club (Las Palmas).

Tsk, the tickets were all sold out, so he had to buy expensive tickets from the ticket dealers.

If the kick is not good, I will ask for a refund!

After entering the arena, seeing the excitement of the audience, Guti muttered.

Then throughout the game, Guti followed the local fans and applauded loudly for the efforts of the home team.

But unfortunately, the home team still lost the game in the end.

Seeing the home team players crying and thanking the fans on the sidelines, Guti also felt a little sour.

No way, this is football!

But... Guti's eyes fell on the man wearing the No. 13 jersey among the home team players on the field.

Oh it's you.

It's you!

No wonder I have an impression of this place, this is your debut club!

I remembered.

A smirk appeared on the corner of Guti's lips.

The guy who offends me will definitely be punished, just wait for me!

The author has something to say: PS: The narrow-minded Master 14!

PS: As I said, I’m just waiting for the verdict of fate—the ventilator last night was rescued again this morning. I’m really sad in the hospital and I can’t wait for the final despair. Anyway, I really hope for a miracle Appear!