[Football Fans] Glory

For the last three games of the 04-05 season, since Real Madrid leads Barcelona by less than four points in the leaderboard, if there is a slight mistake in any game, it may be overtaken. The only thing that can be thankful is that they double-killed Barcelona in the league. , in case of a tie, they can beat Barcelona to win the championship-but no one in Real Madrid wants to win this way.

Although Deportivo played very fiercely, Real Madrid still won the game with a score of [-]-[-].

In the next two games, Real Madrid won Celta Vigo and Real Betis [-]-[-] respectively. They scored nine points in all three games, while Barcelona won two games in a row and won only one game. At five points, they are only ranked fourth in the rankings, below Deportivo and Atletico Madrid, and will have to play in the UEFA Cup next season.

This news made Guti very happy, and the complacent expression made the teammates who were also gloating a little itchy.

"What to do, I kind of want to beat this kid up!"

Hierro, who is used to generosity, couldn't help saying this to Redondo beside him.

Redondo, who has become close friends with Hierro since he came to Real Madrid, smiled slightly, "It should be beaten."

His words made Hierro glance at him, "Really?"

"Ask me what I do."

Redondo smiled, "You deserve to be beaten for saying such things in person."

Hierro laughed, "It makes sense."

While the two elders were whispering, Guti was proudly discussing with his friends what to do during the holidays. After he and his friends chatted for a long time, the coaching staff members had all Come in and wait for them to be quiet!

Seeing the gentlemen coming in, the little ones quickly sat down.

The old man stared at Guti for a few moments before he began to speak. He talked about the holidays, and then reminded some people not to eat and drink too much. They will have to check their health when they come back, and some of them will participate in the national team competition. People, pay attention to safety and be careful not to get hurt.

Guti froze for a moment, then remembered that there will be Copa America in July this year, and the Argentines and Chileans in the team have to participate-ask why, because the main players who can play in Real Madrid are injured or have already withdrawn, which one? Not a member of their own national team - there are exceptions, but someone asked for it - there are no Brazilians in the Real Madrid team this year.

Some memories flashed in my mind, and Guti couldn't help looking at Redondo.

Noticing Guti's gaze, Redondo raised his eyebrows and mouthed 'what'.

And Guti looked at him quietly with those blue eyes, just looking at him like that, so Redondo couldn't help but retract his eyes, in those blue eyes he saw a This kind of tolerance and regret that can only be engraved by time, that kind of tolerance is full of sadness, as if he is remembering and suffering something, Redondo feels that if he continues to watch, he almost rushes to ask Guti what he wants. Looking at himself with that gaze, however, he just controlled his emotions with a strong will, but slowly retracted his gaze and focused on the coach.

"José!"

Raul pulled Guti's coat worriedly, and he found that at this moment he couldn't understand Guti's eyes at all, the kind of eyes that made people look sad and fearful, just like another person.

Guti's eyes dimmed, and the smile on his lips was full of disappointment, "I just..."

Just what, he just thought that Redondo seemed to have rejected the call-up of the national team, and rejected his favorite blue and white. His rejection was the most painful thing in his life, but why?

Redondo never explained the reason for his refusal, the only time in his life was the 94 World Cup, after that he never played for the national team, remember when Real Madrid won the UEFA Champions League in 2000, Redondo played in the Tears flowed in the locker room. The only time he showed such intense emotion was not because of winning the European championship, but the sadness revealed in the choked up, the pain of losing the opportunity to play for the national team.

After the coaches finished talking about the holiday, everyone was talking and laughing as they packed up their things, looking forward to the holiday after a year of hard work. Guti walked up to Redondo's side and stretched out his hand to press his arm that was packing up.

"what happened?"

"...can we talk?"

Guti asked softly.

Redondo looked at the hand on his arm, and was silent for a few seconds, "Okay."

Putting down the things at hand, the two left the dressing room one after the other.

Raul looked at Guti's back worriedly, then looked back at Hierro, Hierro smiled, "It's okay."

He thought that he probably understood what Guti was trying to say, and there was a question about the national team.

As a friend, he also persuaded Redondo, but unfortunately the proud Redondo could not listen to his persuasion.

I hope their teenager can impress Redondo's proud and paranoid heart.

Sitting in the dining room of the base, he ordered two glasses of lemonade. Guti rested his chin and looked carefully at the man in front of him.

This man is proud and lofty, intelligent and paranoid, playing football with wisdom but making a chess game that never bows his head. Some people once said why he should be so tough, but he said how can you understand my pride if you are not me.

Obviously it was just a small step back...

"Fernando."

Knowing that if he didn't make a sound, the man might not ask, so Guti called out.

Those brown eyes looked over quietly, "Why didn't you agree?"

He knew that Redondo could understand his question.

At this time, Redondo looked at Guti, this young player who always made him feel very contradictory and strange, with vicissitudes of wisdom under his young face, and the opposite temperament inside and outside made people want to explore, he even felt that Guti looked at him The look in his eyes seemed to know everything and see through everything, which made him uncomfortable but he couldn't help guessing what he knew.

why?

Redondo lowered his eyes, and lightly touched the cold cup wall with his fingertips, he didn't know how to answer this question.

Is it simply out of pride?

No, it is not.

But why?

Many complex emotions cannot be answered with words.

Guti turned his head to look at Redondo, and suddenly thought of the man in front of him, who is only 26 years old this year and has just reached the golden age of a professional football player. At what age can a man truly mature, probably only after experiencing ups and downs. The more you know, the more calm you will be.

In his memory, he was magnificent and also left sadly, because of the special emotional experience, the Redondo in Guti’s heart is always different from the him that others know, of course, it is also the same as the young and vigorous him now. no the same.

"Take a step back and open up the sea and the sky!"

Guti thought a lot, but in the end what he said was just such a light sentence.

Redondo is not a man who will listen to you when you say too much. This man is sometimes so stubborn that it makes people hate him.

"No……"

After waiting for a long time, I vaguely heard a short word, but there was no more sound. Guti felt a little bitter in his heart. Even if they have a good relationship now, in Redondo's heart, he is not the one who can talk to him, although For a short while, Guti heard a bitter taste from that word.

Maybe the sentence in the autobiography of the football king that will be circulated in the future is the truth of Redondo's rejection of the national team (*)?

There is really no way to take this person.

Guti sighed, "Fernando, what are you playing football for?"

But without waiting for Redondo to answer, he continued, "Just for yourself? Not for the country? Just for the individual?"

Some of his sharp words made Redondo completely silent.

Young people's thoughts are sometimes really difficult to deal with. Even after a lifetime of experience, Gu Di laughed.

In the words of later generations, he has not graduated from the second term of middle school all his life, so he has no right to speak of Redondo.

It's just that he really doesn't want to see Lei Dongdo still experience those pains in this life, only after the pain will he know if he is in pain or not.

"Fernando, Mr. Valdano and Mr. Alfeo Basile are on good terms."

Guti said Basile is currently the coach of the Argentine national team. The former left back of the Argentine national team has led Argentina to two Copa America championships in 91 and 91 since he became the coach of the national team in 93. He has a good record. , and his personality is much better than that of Passarella in the future.

At present, Mr. Valdano, the manager of Real Madrid Football Club, has a very good network in Argentina. He is also a good friend of Basile. In addition, he is Redondo's mentor. It is the fastest way to start here, although the national team has assembled before the end of May. However, according to the usual practice, there is one last opportunity for by-election in June.

Redondo pursed his lower lip. He didn't know what to say. He was just stubborn and not brainless. It was impossible to say that he didn't want to join the national team, but how could he bow his head after he had already refused, just to get a qualification?

At any rate, Guti, who had lived his whole life, really had nothing to do with this young Redondo. In the end, he could only sigh and stretch out his hand to pat Redondo's arm.

"Listen to me, Fernando, if the national team calls up again, please don't refuse, okay?"

Looking at the young Guti with an expression of a caring brother, Redondo thought it was very funny, so he laughed.

"I really owe you."

Although I forgot about it before, Guti, who had already remembered it, was still thinking quickly. He immediately took the phone and called Valdano, and then called his father. Then a few more phone calls.

Redondo just sat on the sidelines and watched his teammate talking with the person on the other end of the phone in the attitude of a successful and big boss. It was quite interesting. An hour later, Guti finally said that he was about to run out of battery The mobile phone was put down.

"My family has a beef import and export business." Guti explained to Redondo the intention of calling people other than the club's Valdano and Dad. "Argentina is a big country of beef import and export. Exported to Europe, my family’s beef business also reached Argentina last year, and the only big local companies that can do beef import and export, you know,” Guti winked.

Redondo certainly understands that his family is in the local cold storage business, and many of the people who need cold storage are local meat producers.

"Through these suppliers, I also met some upper-level people related to football."

Of course, these relationships were done under Guti’s instructions. His reason was that he planned to open a brokerage company in the future, and establishing relationships in advance would be beneficial to poaching people in the future—Leon was very angry, and these annoying relationship work was He is doing well!

Redon understood more, so Guti's family also has a network of people in the football industry in Argentina.

The football industry is a place where it is difficult to move without connections, especially in the Americas where the economic situation is not good. It is also what the other side needs to be able to build a relationship with the European football circle, so they hit it off.

Guti raised his head, "I have used all my connections, please, Fernando, don't refuse, okay?"

Seeing the worried eyes of his teammates, Redondo sighed silently.

Now that it's all said and done, what else can he say, it's impossible to refuse!

"José!"

He called softly.

When he saw those clear blue eyes looking back at him, Redondo knew that the phrase 'thank you' was unnecessary.

The author has something to say: (*) In the autobiography of the king of the ball, he said something related to Redondo: After the game with Bulgaria, Redondo found me and said to me with tears in his eyes: "I am on the court. I've been looking for you, but I can't find you, I've been looking for you the whole game! Diego!"

PS: I almost vomited blood after checking the information, so I shouldn’t be so serious. In fact, it’s just a YY article, as long as you open your golden finger, why should I be so serious about writing articles that are neither cute nor cute at all? Woolen cloth?Oh~~