[Football Fans] Glory

Barcelona are attacking.

Figo staggered and almost fell off the horse, but the referee didn't blow his whistle. He looked up and saw only a figure with number 6 hanging behind him.

Having no energy left to get angry, Figo sighed and got up by himself.

As soon as he got up, he saw the Real Madrid player standing not far from him showing a sympathetic smile at him.

"What do you mean?"

Figo raised an eyebrow.

That young player was Sans, he gritted his teeth at Figo, "Is beauty's face easy to touch?"

As soon as this remark came out, Figo was stunned for a few seconds before realizing, "...that's how it is!"

It turned out that this time I felt that I was always being bumped on purpose, and the root cause was here.

Beauty is a disaster!

Figo pouted.

Sans snickered, "My beauty can only be seen but not moved!"

Figo gave him a blank look, turned and walked away.

Sans giggled, and then someone kicked him behind him, "You're laughing!"

Turning around, Hierro glared at him.

On the Barcelona side, the players fought fiercely. Guti was knocked to the ground as soon as he passed the ball.

But he was lazy to wait for the referee, so he quickly got up and continued to mark people.

Hierro squinted at the backcourt. Barcelona's counterattack is also very fast, so people must be kept in the backcourt. The little guy Sanz can't defend alone, and Carlos...hey, where is he going? up?

Hierro looked around, only to see that Redondo, who had just dribbled the ball, had retreated back.

"Roberto he..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Hierro heard a bang from Barcelona's half-court, which could be heard clearly in the noisy stadium.

No need to ask, Carlos has already attacked to the forefront.

Hierro sighed, "Fernando, do you want to suggest that Mr. Roberto play as a winger?"

Redondo looked calm, "The distance is too short, and the speed cannot be rushed. A full-back is more suitable for him."

His answer made Hierro choke, "I'm just talking casually, don't take it so seriously!"

"Is it!"

Lei Dongdo dropped such a word lightly, and the person was already far away from him.

Barcelona's counterattack.

Excellent players have personalities, too many personalities are troublesome!

Hierro thought.

In the end, at the end of the game, the score was still zero to two, and Real Madrid won.

In the second half, Barcelona also fought hard. A two-to-zero loss at home can be tolerated. If they lose one more, they will be ashamed and thrown home. So they fought hard. Even Ronaldo, who claims to not return to defense, withdrew to the midfield. Stopping the Real Madrid players, Guti was really surprised by his move.

In fact, it’s not that Ronaldo didn’t defend when he was young, but compared to his shocking offensive ability, his defensive ability, hehe~~

After the game, Guti looked at Ronaldo who was a little frustrated, and the idea of ​​looking for him to exchange jerseys was gone.

But what people didn't expect was that Ronaldo walked up to Redondo with some hesitation, and after a while he said he wanted to change his jersey.

Looking at the bald boy with red face and lowered head in front of him, Lei Dongdo raised his eyebrows and suddenly smiled.

This is a child, isn't he bullying children too much?

So he took off his jersey with a smile and handed it over, "Your performance is very good."

Da Luo glanced at him, but was immediately defeated by Redondo's smile, "...you are very strong."

But next time I won't lose to you again!

After understanding what he hadn't said, Redondo smiled, turned around and left.

Guti, who was watching happily, rested his chin on Raul's shoulder, "I didn't expect Da Luo to be quite naive."

"Da Luo?"

Raul asked strangely.

"The kid signed by the company has the same name in Portuguese, so I divide them by age."

"Do you think that kid can succeed too?"

"Of course!"

"You trust your eyes that much?"

Raul dragged Guti back.

"Want to bet?"

Guti asked lazily.

Raul, who just wanted to say bet, swallowed the word 'gamble' back vigilantly, "What do you want to bet?"

"Well, what's the bet?"

Guti made a long voice and smiled badly.

Raul patted him, "Speak well."

"Give my company a free endorsement."

Guti was serious.

"Which one?"

Raul didn't hesitate and asked immediately.

"Well, wait until I think about it."

The two returned to the locker room talking and laughing.

The next day was Christmas, and the Real Madrid Club held a Christmas party according to the tradition. Except for the football team, almost all members of the basketball team and handball team came.

But this time, Guti is no longer a rookie who sits with him, but sits on the captain's seat as a successor being trained.

Raul on the other table looked at the energetic Guti and smiled slightly.

"You laugh so cunningly."

Carlos commented.

Raul chuckled softly, "Roberto!"

"What?"

"I heard you had a great time last night!"

"Hey, who did you hear that from?"

Carlos stared.

Come on, after they rushed back to Madrid overnight from Barcelona last night, he just went out to play like a Madridista, why would Raul know?

Raul smiled mysteriously, "Guess?"

"No guessing!"

Although Raul has always been pampered by Guti and spoiled like a child who doesn't know the world, Carlos doesn't believe that Raul is really innocent. Who can be the main force in a giant like Real Madrid is a fool.

And what I just said just stepped on Raul's tail!

Carlos stuck out his tongue.

Raul laughed and didn't say anything.

The two stared at each other, having a great time.

After a while, Nedved on the other side patted Raul on the shoulder, "You two stop fighting."

It turned out that the bosses started talking, and their table finally quieted down.

Guti whispered to Hierro and Redondo next to him, and then chatted with the club executives who came over. Hierro was very satisfied with his easy-going appearance. Hierro really likes Guti more and more, and it really is his own child who is the best.

Redondo glanced at the smiling Hierro, and really wanted to remind him that you are a Basque who made his debut in Malaga, not a Real Madrid youth trainee.

But I also started to regard Real Madrid as my favorite team, so I can't laugh at Hierro like that.

Looking sideways at Guti who was smiling brightly, Redondo could feel that Guti actually didn't like this kind of occasion at all, but he disguised himself very well, dealing with these big bosses naturally, saying Listening to the official words, it seems natural that he actually knows everything, but he doesn't say anything.

"Phil?"

Guti sat down sideways, his face was a little red, he drank some red wine just now and felt a little hot.

"you've been drinking."

Redondo said.

"Well, I drank some."

Guti, who tugged at the neckline, smiled casually, "I have to save face!"

Seeing the collarbone exposed at Guti's ripped neckline, Redondo suddenly felt a little dry. He picked up the cup and took a sip of water, but accidentally spilled water on the collar.

Guti leaned over with a smile, so close to him, under the light, Guti's blue eyes were crystal clear.

"Give you."

He handed over a silk handkerchief.

It was the decorative silk scarf on the side pocket of his suit, but he casually pulled it out and handed it to Redondo.

Redondo glanced at him, took it slowly, wiped the water stains on the neckline gently, and wanted to return the silk scarf to Guti, but saw Guti smile and get up and walk to the table over there, lying on Raul's neck. The shoulders chatted and laughed with the teammates on that table.

As his fingertips brushed against the soft and delicate scarf, Lei Dongdo was a little dazed. After two seconds, he seemed to wake up from a start and put the scarf into his pocket.

Some stories are over before they begin.

Some stories don't need to start or end.

That's how it goes.

Good!

The winter break is a rare vacation for the players, and it is also a day when the stars seen by the merchants need to work hard to get endorsement fees.

During this period, many stars rarely had too many commercial endorsements, and did not do much in commercial development and personal image management. However, because of Guti’s variable, many Real Madrid stars’ personal image management, The agency contract was obtained by the personal business development company opened by Leon, so many players need to shoot advertisements or something.

Earn money together, this is also the best opportunity to build contacts.

With a swipe of Guti's pen, although he can't be their agent, he can make a lot of money as an image agency developer. This is experience.

When Raul heard that Carvajal said that he needed to go to a beach to shoot an advertisement for two days, his expression——

"Don't look at me, don't you usually look at the work schedule I give you?"

Carvajal is unflappable.

He will tell Raul that he and Guti have already discussed it. In order to prevent all kinds of accidents from happening because Raul is getting more and more popular, more and more reporters are chasing him, so he and Guti must be isolated. Morun’s contacts, this time during the winter break, Morun was also taken to the agricultural city in the south to shoot commercials. The time is three days. As for whether the filming can be completed on schedule, hehe, is there only one commercial on Raul’s side? what!

Raul you are so naive!

After communicating with Carvajal on the phone, Guti chuckled while holding the copywriting plan in his hand.

"what?"

Mo Lun was also dumbfounded when he heard the work plan from the manager's assistant.

"We signed the contract."

The assistant is very calm.

Moran could only accept the work arrangement with a wry smile.

Two cute fools had to use radio waves to comfort each other.

As for the behind-the-scenes boss Mr. Guti, when he woke up one morning and saw the bright sunshine outside the window, he suddenly remembered what his father said about a certain Mr. White Rabbit who had finished communicating with the club and was short of signing the contract. He laughed.

Then a phone call came through.

"I'm going on vacation, remember to pick me up at the airport!"

"what?"

"Hey Hey hey!!!"

There was only a buzzing echo from the hung up phone.

Mr. White Rabbit: (＠_＠;)

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