[Football Fans] Glory

Chapter 42

The temperature in Turin is humid and warm at the end of April. When I woke up in the morning, I found that there was light rain falling. It was not cold but the fog was thicker.

Maybe yesterday's parade reminded Guti of many past events. He didn't sleep well that night. The people in the dream made him feel a little dizzy after waking up, but he still beat him when he heard the voice of his teammates in the same room. The spirit climbed up.

"José!"

Roommate is veteran Butragueno, he noticed Guti's bad face.

Rubbing his cheeks vigorously, Guti laughed at himself, "I didn't even know I would recognize the bed."

Guti, who made it clear that he didn't want to say anything, and the old captain, who was becoming more and more silent in the team, looked at each other.

"Go and have breakfast!"

After a few seconds of silence, Butragueno said this.

As the former captain of Real Madrid's current captain Sanchez, the veteran can see many things clearly, but because he can see clearly, he knows what to ask and what not to say.

The old captain's thoughtfulness made Guti's lips curl up, "Let's go down together!"

When I went out of the room, I ran into teammates walking out from time to time. Everyone greeted each other happily, and some people were still wandering around the world.

"Jose, good morning!"

Say hello like a good baby, and you will know who it is as soon as you hear it.

"Good morning!"

Guti smiled back.

Raul was still rubbing his eyes, "Carney got up too early."

Carney, who has been the starting goalkeeper recently, rolled his eyes, "Kids sleep a lot."

Listening to their shoulders, Guti smiled, but his thoughts drifted away to the distance.

In the past, the children who lived with him were also like this. After getting up in the morning, they would fight over who was early and who would be late. Inherited her football talent, her daughter didn’t like to participate in her school activities by herself when she entered adolescence, and her youngest son liked football and had excellent football talent, but he publicly told reporters that he hated Real Madrid the most...

Even though he got angry and quarreled with his children about this and that, but he loved his children very much!

And after rebirth, it is impossible to have them no matter what.

Even if they met Arancha again, even if they were born again, it would not be them.

"José!"

A heavy object jumped directly on his back, and he almost fell under the weight.

Guti gritted his teeth, "Go down for me."

"do not want!"

But two steps into the elevator, Raul still shouted, "Back me."

"hateful!"

Guti leaned back and pushed Raul against the elevator wall. Raul screamed, and the teammates who came in laughed.

"Jose, why are you upset?"

Raul simply lay down on Guti's shoulder and asked in a low voice.

His question warmed Guti's heart, and he patted him backhand, "It's nothing, come down!"

"Humph!"

Raul jumped down unhappy.

Just when the elevator door opened, Raul rushed out with a stride.

Seeing the lively appearance of his teammates, Butragueno patted Guti, "Treasure friendship."

Guti looked sideways at the old captain, and suddenly asked, "You don't regret it?"

"No, never regretted it."

Butragueno smiled.

Guti is silent - the old captain's no regrets are completely different from whether he regrets it or not, it's just...

While having breakfast, Raul chatted with his teammates in a happy mood, but when he found the lettuce leaves on the dinner plate that he didn’t like, he rolled his eyes and threw his fingers into Guti while no one was paying attention. plate.

The target was quite accurate, and it was able to be thrown in the center of the plate with only one person separated. Guti stared at him, but Raul pretended not to see it.

The teammates at the same table laughed, and Guti reluctantly ate the vegetable leaves.

After taking a sip of the soup, Hierro said with a smile, "I remember when I went to the youth team, the coaches always criticized Guti. Raul was always the one who was praised, and because Raul always cleaned up the mess for Jose. That one, how do you turn it around now, Jose, you clean up for Raul all day long?"

Hierro's teasing words caused Guti to spread his hands and shrug his shoulders. "I remember a Chinese saying, 'it's not that the time has not come', or 'how can a person drift in the rivers and lakes without being stabbed'," he said in Spanish. Two common sayings explained a bit, "Me and Raul are probably like this, and what is owed to him must be paid back."

His words made everyone laugh.

Raul blushed, "Jose!"

"Am I wrong?"

Guti had an innocent expression on his face.

Raul stared at him bitterly, but couldn't help but smile, "You deserve it!"

"Yes, I deserve it."

Guti raised his hands in surrender.

Everyone laughed again.

After breakfast, the coaching staff asked all the players to have a meeting in the conference room of the hotel they had booked. Dad called Guti aside and ordered a cup of coffee to chat.

After saying a few words, Guti frowned, "Dad, don't drink coffee all the time, it's not good for your health."

"You speak from experience."

Dad waved his hand, thinking he was making a fuss.

Guti curled his lips, "Anyway, I lived older than you, Dad. Don't blame me. Anyway, you are also a professional player. Don't be so careless about diet. The older you are, the more obvious it is, okay?"

"I am in good health."

Dad is not happy.

"Healthy fart, look at you fat man."

Guti was disgusted.

"Speaking as if you're still pretty when you're old."

"Sorry," Guti said blankly, "When I was 50 years old, people said I looked like I was 30 years old. At that time, my daughter didn't want to stand with me, because she was afraid that people would tell her that her brother was so handsome. .”

spray~

The old man spit out the coffee in one gulp, causing Guti to stare in disgust.

"real or fake?"

"of course it's true."

Guti curled his lips, "Raul and I go out and people think we are like father and son, he is father and I am son, the gang of little beets behind me in Real Madrid all look like uncles, I am a retired The veteran is more like an active player than them all, it's really embarrassing, what kind of rich and noble family looks like a dead house wretched man."

"Uh, what is a dead house?"

Dad is not ashamed to ask.

So Guti popularized the trendy culture about Japanese mansion culture for him, and the old man was really dumbfounded when he heard it.

But now that this was mentioned again, Guti asked suddenly, "Father, do we want a good midfielder? If so, why don't I recommend someone who can be in our bowl next year."

"This," the old man thought for a while, "now our midfield is very gorgeous."

"But Da Lao," Guti lowered his voice, "I remember he will leave next year, and Real Madrid always likes to buy an offensive frontcourt and doesn't pay much attention to the midfield and backcourt. Think about it, now we are called gorgeous and solid. The midfielder will be called Real Madrid's tofu in the future. Defensive look, "Well, I seem to be called a member of the 'defensive look', "It's better to recruit a few little monsters to train it now."

Seeing his father seriously listening to his nonsense, Guti smiled, "Don't look at the price of defensive personnel as high as that of frontcourt personnel, but in the future, it will be difficult to buy a reliable defensive line even if you want to pay. He will not easily sell his defense generals, except of course when he encounters a brain-dead chairman."

After explaining the meaning of the word 'brain-damaged' to my father, Guti couldn't help but think of two presidents who love to sell their own defense, their Real Madrid's Uncle Ferdinand and Lazio's Zoff, ha, people don't even know if they want to scold How should I scold.

"The one you recommended is great?"

In this way, Dad is interested.

Guti smiled, "He also moved to Real Madrid later, but that was all after he became famous. Although he is very capable, he became famous very late, but," he smiled evilly, "he will transfer to Real Madrid next year. It is under the flag of our opponent today."

"That's it!"

Dad nodded and decided to go back and talk to Guti about the future of Real Madrid's defense.

However, "Your spirit is not very good today."

Dad asked suddenly.

Guti was taken aback for a moment, then smiled wryly, "Last night I had a dream about my children."

The old man nodded understandingly, "Then tonight?"

"I'm fine!"

When mentioning the game, Guti immediately became serious.

1994-1995 UEFA Cup semi-final Real Madrid vs. Juventus second leg begins.

In the stadium at night, the strong lights covered the dilapidation of the stadium. In the stadium with less than 3 people, the fans shouted hard, making Juventus' home court very hot.

This period was when Juventus won consecutive league championships, and the fans were crazy, not to mention that Juventus has always been the most popular club in Italy, not one of them.

Listening to the cheers and thinking about their fate in the future, the smile on Guti's face was somewhat weird.

"what happened?"

Raul pushed him.

"It's nothing."

Guti bent down, pulled the ball, and looked at the Juventus players when he got up.

Especially the man who wears No. 14 like him-Didier Deschamps, a man who can be called a great character in terms of skills and character.

Probably because his fiery eyes were too hot, the young man on the 14th, Deschamps, who was just 26 years old at the time, turned his head and looked back.

He found the young man looking at him, the handsome young man who didn't look like a football player smiled at him.

Deschamps was a little surprised and raised his brows slightly.

The handsome young man on the opposite side frowned, he tapped his number on his shorts and then tapped his.

Looking along the fair and beautiful fingers, the big size 14 made Deschamps smile too.

He probably knew what that handsome young man meant, seeing that he was also number 14, so he asked if he wanted to change jerseys with him after the game.

Deschamps nodded in agreement.

"José!"

Looking at Guti and the other player's 'eyes', Raul pulled his hair.

Looking back at his friend, Guti smiled, "You should change your jersey with their No. 7, it's rare!"

"why?"

"Because their number 7 is Angelo Di Livio!"

Guti smiled happily.

The author has something to say: PS: I thought this chapter could enter the content of the competition!

PS: Angelo Di Livio is a very good player with good character and skill. He later became the captain of Fiorentina Viola. He is very loved and sought after by fans. If you are interested, go and search for his information , I remember that many competitive novels, especially those who wrote about Serie A, have written about him. If you write a coaching article, you will definitely want to poach him. After all, everyone wants a good player with high loyalty and high skills. Lol~