[Football Fans] Glory

When he was about to go downstairs, Guti glanced out from the stairwell of the hotel. This old hotel does not have a high number of floors, but it has a long history. The place with green moss on the wall of the hotel can vaguely feel the atmosphere of that year.

From Madrid to Barcelona, ​​the distance is about 621 kilometers, and there are many flights between the two places. However, for the safety of the players, Real Madrid always takes a chartered flight every time they come.

Arriving one day earlier as usual, after a short rest at the hotel, the Real Madrid players wandered in twos and threes in the lobby of the hotel or in the specialty stores on both sides.

Due to all kinds of unfriendliness between fans of the two clubs, players are advised not to walk out of the hotel or go too far from the hotel every time they come here to prevent accidents.

After getting off the plane, Guti took a nap in the room for a while, then took a shower, changed into a casual suit and strolled downstairs, meeting teammates and club personnel wandering in the lobby and aisles from time to time.

When he walked in the hall and looked around, he vaguely saw a familiar figure from behind.

"...Fernando!"

It was Redondo standing in that wine store.

Hearing his voice, Redondo turned around and greeted him with a smile.

"José!"

"You want to buy wine?"

Guti took a look at the table that Redondo was staring at just now, and there were wines produced locally in Barcelona.

"I remember you don't drink."

Guti stared at the wine labeled Catalan 'cellar', ready to write it down.

Redondo smiled, "But now that I have signed the endorsement of your winery, I think I need to know more about wine."

This, Guti was a little embarrassed, he just pushed the matter of wanting Redondo to be the spokesperson to his elder brother, and he didn't care much about what happened afterwards.

"I remember that there are a lot of wines produced in Barcelona, ​​so I just take a look when I come across them."

Redondo explained again softly.

Seeing his gentle expression, Guti paused for a moment, then smiled, "If you want to taste good wine in Barcelona, ​​you must go to La Rambla. If I have time, I will take you for a walk."

His answer stunned Redondo for a moment. For this young teammate who is favored by everyone, he has always felt that Guti has a sense of disobedience, and young people have a kind of vicissitudes from time to time. Or the breath of contradictions. In the topics he heard about Guti, there were his arrogance and pride, as well as his frivolity and indulgence, but now that he is getting acquainted with him more and more, what he can feel is In addition to his football skills, he has a mature personality. He is able to control the speed of joking and acting like a baby, and will never easily cross the boundaries with other people.

Just like now, if it is Raul, he will definitely say to him with an attitude of admiration and learning, "So, then I have to learn a little bit in the future, or I will be laughed at by Jose", etc., but Guti uses equality. There is even a tone of an elderly person saying to take him to see where, this feeling is very inconsistent with the youthful temperament he possesses.

It was almost noon when they got off the plane, and it was already almost nine o'clock in the evening by the clock. If they were going to another place, they would have to go to the field, but in the Nou Camp, only the club's professionals went to see the field. They all just need to relax now, there is no way, the two of them are too familiar with each other, there is no need to do some things, if there is a problem in the field, it will not be worth it.

The two talked softly, and walked out of the specialty store. Redondo looked sideways at Guti. This young man's handsome face occasionally showed melancholy or sadness. He would always suspect such a young man What kind of experience could have caused him to be infected with such a breath.

"What would you like to eat tonight?"

Redondo couldn't help asking.

Guti, whose body is not yet fully grown, looks a little thinner now, and looks a few centimeters shorter than Redondo, so he raises his head slightly when looking back at him.

A little surprise flashed in those blue eyes, probably because it was strange that Redondo would ask him such a question.

"If you eat something that's not allowed, Dad will go berserk."

Guti laughed.

Redondo blinked, "What if you don't let him know?"

"...If you know you've made a mistake, you can't help but want to do it!"

It was rare to see Redondo who was so gentle to him and even prepared to play a prank together, Guti blinked and a soft smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"What do you recommend?"

Under Raul's strong introduction, the entire Real Madrid team knew where they were going. If they wanted to taste delicious food, they must find Guti, so Redondo also asked with a smile.

"Food, I have actually noticed that the restaurant in this hotel offers very local dishes, do you want to try them?"

Guti also answered with a smile.

Regardless of the fact that Redondo has been in Spain for five years, he has also come to Barcelona many times, but all of them are for playing games. There are almost no actual tours or visits. You can’t appreciate the local characteristics just by looking at the information. .

"What are they?"

The two slowly followed the signs inside the hotel to the restaurant. They met several teammates on the way. They heard that they were going to taste delicious food. After struggling for a while, the teammates also followed.

"If my father finds out, I won't admit it."

Guti, whose friendly atmosphere was broken, was very angry.

"Hey, the little guy has quite a temper."

Michelle Gonzalez patted Guti on the shoulder and laughed out loud.

The other Michel smiled at Guti implicitly. He had stayed in Barcelona for a long time, and he didn't have much interest in the food here. He was just caught by his teammates as a tour guide.

Looking at Da Lao's smile, Guti spread his hands, "Michelle, you really don't have the style of a senior, it's too much."

"Ooh, are you kidding me, huh?"

Michelle Gonzalez, who deliberately made an angry expression, hugged Guti's neck and said 'threat'.

"here we go again."

Sanchis, who came over from a stroll later, covered his forehead. There was really nothing he could do with this old teammate. Hierro patted him with a smile, comforting him.

"Forget it, it's not a big problem."

Hearing the voices of the two captains behind, Guti turned his head, "Captain help!"

Several people laughed and laughed.

And when they entered the restaurant, they found that many teammates were here, and they hadn't ordered food yet, and they were researching something there.

Finding Guti's voice, Raul waved his hand, "Jose Jose, you're awake!"

"Well, you said you went down and looked around, what did you see?"

Guti walked over and sat next to him, while Redondo sat on the other side of him.

Because Raul was sitting at a small round table, the three of them were just full, so the other teammates had to sit down separately, pick up the menu and study it.

"Jose, do you have anything to eat?"

It’s not that they have never been to Barcelona. They used to come here when they were in the youth team and played games. At that time, in order to coax these brats, the coaches would take them out to eat, but they didn’t Maybe it's just a luxury hotel.

Barcelona has a lot of local snacks. Raul has eaten a lot of them, but he finally came here as a professional player, but it is not convenient to go out to find things, so he had to dig here.

"You're a foodie."

Guti pouted, but still took the menu and looked at it.

"In order not to exceed the dietary limit, let's order one together!"

Finding that there were indeed local specialties, Guti called the waiter, "One serving of boiled beans with sausage, one serving of rabbit meat and snail stew, another serving of seasonal vegetable salad, and a serving of seafood stew soup."

These are enough for the three of them.

And the other teammates who heard Guti’s order looked at the menus in their hands, and raised their voices to ask Guti what else they could order. Guti saw that there were five of them, so he recommended his teammates to order more Spanish smoked food. Meat and lobster boiled chicken, these are local specialties, everyone can share a little.

When the dishes came, Raul stared at the sausage boiled beans that was recommended first, carefully forked a piece with a fork, tasted it, and asked Guti in a low voice.

"Although the taste is okay, I don't think there is anything special!"

He dug a mouthful of beans with a spoon and ate them, and Guti also whispered, "This is boiled beans, which is said to be a unique local dish in Barcelona, ​​because this dish is made with a unique local white bean and sausage. It is said that the white beans are boiled first, then various condiments are added, and then served with grilled sausages. In short, this is the favorite local dish of the locals.”

Having said that, Guti pouted.

Raul, who took another bite, sighed, "Jose, I want to eat Chinese food."

"Hello!"

Guti glared at him a few times, "You want to grow fat!"

"The Chinese food you brought is delicious."

The implication is that this is so-so!

Guti laughed, "If you win the game tomorrow night and you score, I'll treat you to Chinese food the day after tomorrow."

"Really?"

Raul opened his eyes wide.

Redondo, who was listening to their whispers, frowned after taking a bite of the sausage calmly.

"José!"

he called out.

Guti turned to look at him, and Redondo wiped the corners of his lips with a napkin, "If you win the game, why don't you invite me?"

"Uh haha, yes yes, please."

As a result, his voice was slightly louder, and was heard by the teammates sitting around.

So, "Jose, do you only invite Raul and Redon?"

Looking at the eyes of all the seniors, Gu Di let out a long sigh.