[Football Fans] Glory

In the next game, Barcelona counterattacked wildly. Fortunately, Real Madrid's central and backcourt players are really powerful, completely withstood Barcelona's mad bombardment, and this game was suspended twice due to fans throwing debris , The referee added 6 minutes of stoppage time, and neither side made any further achievements.

The first national derby of the season, Real Madrid won [-]-[-].

Real Madrid's Guti won the title of best player of the game.

Last season double-killed Barcelona, ​​and the new season's national derby had a good start. Real Madrid was so excited that many players started arguing in the locker room. The generous management has already prepared a lot of champagne. As long as someone pushes the door When you come in, it's a mess.

Guti, who had received the best player champagne, was taken aback as soon as he entered the door, but he still endured the idea of ​​making trouble and put the wine in the cabinet before picking up a bottle of champagne and fighting with his teammates.

It wasn't until the entire locker room became a pond that the team members who had been yelled at by the staff laughed and threw away the bottles and went to take a shower.

"Tomorrow will definitely make us lose money."

Guti glanced at the broken chair and the torn wardrobe door for some reason, walked into the shower and said Raul under the shower head next to him.

Raul, who was full of bubbles, half-closed his eyes, "Whatever!"

"Yo, you're so generous now."

Guti laughed.

Raul laughed too.

Both of them remembered the days when Raul had no money two years ago, and then Raul stared over after making bubbles.

"It's all your fault, I was fined by the team."

"That's only how much, but I treated you to a holiday meal."

Guti retorted.

"It was your fault."

The two stumbled in boredom, and when they came out after washing, many of their teammates had already packed up their things and left.

"Tomorrow is off, what's the arrangement?"

Standing in front of the car, Guti asked Raul who was already in the car next to him.

Leaning out of the car window, Raul smiled, "Sleep late tomorrow to replenish your energy."

When Guti thought about it, he was right, "Understood."

The European Champions Cup has started in the group stage. Real Madrid, who was assigned to Group D, drew a tie against Ajax in the first game, and the second game will be next week. For the Champions League group stage, Real Madrid's next game The league has been advanced three days, but the league opponent is Valencia, which has become a sworn enemy with Real Madrid. I also know that the opponent will not release water just because you want to play in the Champions League.

Today is Saturday, which means that the league will be played early next Tuesday.

Of course, you should rest well these two days.

In a blink of an eye, it was Tuesday. Although it was only a league game, Real Madrid did not dare to relax and played the main force in the away game. However, Valencia, who worked hard at home, still won at home with a score of 4 to 3. .

Although Real Madrid's players worked hard, it is a pity that Da Lao's injury is still not healed. Sanchez, Mia, and Suker are all absent due to injuries. Real Madrid's forward line is insufficient. Assisted one goal, Guti provided two assists, but the young striker still couldn't match the opponent's veteran's counterattack. The opponent took a penalty kick, and the opponent also scored a direct free kick.

Although the victory or defeat in the league is sometimes not easy to calculate by numbers, but a loss is a loss. On the way back, Guti began to feel a little sullen. He did not score two direct free kicks in this game. If he scored They can win the game.

Enrique, who was sitting in the middle row, kept looking back at Guti, who was hanging his head. His teammates, who are always expressive, can see his frustration at this moment. Yes, it is probably because he failed to win. And frustrated!

It's so young.

Enrique thought.

His habitual thinking is that if he loses this time, he will try his best to win next time, and he will stop thinking about it after the competition is over.

I am used to thinking in a straight line, and I want to comfort my teammates with such delicate feelings, but I can't think of what to do.

So Enrique looked at Hierro.

The deputy team Hierro is used to being gentle and easy to get along with, and most of his teammates have a good relationship with him, and he always came forward in this situation before.

Discovering Enrique's intentions, Hierro first glanced at Guti and then at Redondo. Normally, Redondo, who always sat with him, shook his head.

Hierro thought for a while, got up and walked back from the aisle, let Raul get out of his way and sat down.

"Sulking?"

he asked Guti.

To say that he was really sulking, it was a little bit at the beginning, and then it faded away. Guti has experienced too many dark moments in his career, and today this is nothing at all. He just feels that his skills are really not too good. In the past two years, he has tried his best to adjust his state, but one is due to physical reasons, and the other is that the all-round player he once played made his on-court awareness go wrong.

He has been playing as a defensive midfielder in the front. He is reasonable in grabbing positions but poor in body. He advances to the midfield. He is well organized but does not cooperate well with his teammates. I can't keep up with my body, and it's not right when my body reaches the stream of consciousness. The more I think about it, the more depressed I feel.

"No."

Finding that Hierro came here to enlighten him, Guti was a little amused and shook his head.

"There are winners and losers in the game, try to win next time, don't mind."

Hierro still felt that Guti was sulking at the loss.

Knowing his kindness, Guti could only smile, "I just feel that my free kick skills are still not good enough."

"That," Hierro nodded, "needs more practice, not to mention taking free kicks in the game, if you can score four out of ten, it is very efficient, and you can be called a master of free kicks, you are still young , there is still time to practice."

Seeing Hierro trying to comfort himself, Guti felt warm, "It's really okay, I will practice more free kicks later."

"That's good."

Seeing the sincerity in Gutilan's eyes, Hierro smiled, patted him on the shoulder, got up and left.

Hierro, who returned to his seat, looked at Redondo, "It's okay, the kid will think about it in a while."

Redondo nodded, but did not make a sound.

Hierro whispered, "Jose has had that kind of temper since he was a child. He thinks that whoever gets better will be very nice to the other party. It's a bit naive. Don't mind."

"I don't mind, I appreciate his."

Redondo sighed.

He was grateful for what Guti had done for him, but at that time he really felt that Guti was too close to him, but then the exposure of Guti's girlfriend and his external performance made Redondo feel that Guti was too close to him. Tee is a child who is too intimate with people close to him, which makes him not used to him who has always been a bit cold and distant from others.

He knew that there were some rumors in the front team. Of course, it is also possible that everyone was just joking, but Redondo didn't like it very much.

Although sometimes he would kiss his teammates on the cheek when he was excited during the game, but usually he would be furious even when his teammates touched their faces jokingly, so he was very unhappy when he heard those rumors.

And Guti seems to be unaware of the rumors of someone in the team. He is still happy to get close to himself, and jokes with Raul every day. Because of Guti's nonchalant attitude, the rumors inside and outside the team disappeared. Although there are still people who occasionally make fun of them, everyone knows that it is just a joke.

However, because of this, Redondo still began to pay attention to some details. Just like today's occasion, it is naturally much better for Hierro to come forward than him.

"Jose's free-kick is still quite beautiful."

Although not today.

Hierro added.

Redondo smiled, "Of course."

After the official training every day, Guti, Raul, and Redondo will also practice more, and Redondo will still generously point out Guti's lack of skills.

He has seen every bit of Guti's progress, and he is often amazed by this amazingly talented young man.

He found that Guti's skills are really mature, but he is a bit erratic in his grasp of the position on the court. It's not that he is not good, but he does too much and wants to be the best in everything, which makes his performance a little awkward.

It's better for Guti to focus on one position, at most two.

The striker Guti played for three games in a row, the kind of killer who flashes of inspiration from time to time is very obvious, but that is also a shortcoming.

A flash of inspiration represents mediocrity in other times, which is too much of a waste of his expertise.

"I think it's better to suggest to my husband to let Jose return to the front midfielder position."

Redondo said.

Hierro nodded, "I think so too, it's better to let Rivaldo come forward and let Jose withdraw."

"Yes."

The two were discussing in low voices here, while Guti stretched behind him.

"José!"

Raul sat back in his original position, "Are you tired?"

"Well, I think my physical fitness is still not good enough."

After all, this young body is just 20 years old, and the muscle groups are not strong enough. If there are too many impacts on the court, the muscle fatigue will be high, and the physical fitness will decline quickly. The flying angle is skewed.

"Need to practice more?"

"That's right. Extra training must be scientific, otherwise it will easily lead to injury."

Speaking of this, Guti warned Raul, "You should pay attention to me, and Mo Lun will also tell you that at any rate, I have found professionals for you. Don't always practice without listening to advice. If there are too many injuries, you will be injured. Become a glass person, if you want to retire so early, just say it, don't play with your body."

"Uh haha, I know, I know~~"

Raul laughed.

The unlucky Moran was injured again, and it seems that Guti also knows about it.

But this time I really can’t blame Moran, but he can’t tell Guti that the reason why Moran couldn’t play was because he accidentally bumped his right thumb, not because of excessive and unscientific training. of……

"What's wrong?"

Guti looked at Raul suspiciously, he felt that Raul was hiding something.

"No no, really no, I'll tell Moran."

Raul waved his hands again and again.

"It's fine if you don't."

From his expression, one can tell that Morun's injury is probably related to him. Guti is really lazy to talk to their loving fools, as long as they don't get caught, let them do the rest!

"By the way, do you know, I just thought of it a few days ago, that Ajax bastard, the guy who pretends to be a senior to us~~"

Looking at his watch, Guti felt that it was better not to go to sleep, and to talk about it when he got back, so he simply sat down and chatted with Raul.

"which one?"

Raul asked strangely.

And the teammates sitting in front who heard Guti's voice also turned their heads, "Which one?"

"It's that black-faced midfielder who looks like a 30-year-old with an honest face."

Guti was upset.

When I was a teammate with that guy before, why didn’t I know that he still had such a funny side, so he pretended to be the boss. If I met him again in this match, I suddenly realized that the bastard is not a senior. Guti was so funny Guy died laughing.

Hearing their voices, Enrique turned his head, "You mean Ajax's No. 6 Seedorf!"

He also remembered that the big black man said with a steady face about the little guy Kluivert in his team, because he spoke to himself in Spanish, so Enrique remembered it very clearly.

"it's him."

Guti was angry, "That bastard is the same age as me, only three or four months older than me, what kind of senior is he?"

"what?"

Enrique's eyes widened.

He thought that the big black man he was chatting with was really an old player of Ajax. Before that, he thought that he didn't know who this big black man was after playing for so many years. It's a pity that he has good skills but is not famous.

Many black players from poor families can’t tell their birth dates because of family reasons, so many black players in football are of a relatively imaginary age. Although Guti and Seedorf were on the same team before, they really didn’t pay attention How old is Seedorf? It wasn't until that day that he was bored and looked through the information at his father's place that he found that the date of birth written on the information of Seedorf was actually the same age as himself. After further inquiry, it was, Born in Suriname despite being a Dutch citizen, he has an official birth registration form, so his age is true.

"I thought he was 30???"

Enrique, who always thought that the black player was older than himself, was very surprised.

"Didn't they all advertise that the Ajax players are the Young Guards? If they were all veterans, they wouldn't be called that!"

Guti laughed as he spoke.

"Rijkaard is a veteran, right?"

Raul blinked.

"Pfft~"

"Yes, very old!"

Guti smiled and patted the back of the chair.

There was a burst of laughter in the car, and the newcomers were a little confused.

Someone explained to them in a low voice, 'Because Black Swan used to be a Barcelona player' and so on.

It turned out that it was because of the national derby opponent!

Perhaps it should be said that because it is the opponent of the National Derby, this is a stalk that can be used to laugh at no matter how long it has passed.

This is the sworn enemy.

The newcomers from abroad nodded their heads, and understood the existence of the so-called deadly enemy further.

If you are not ridiculous, I will laugh, if you are ridiculous, then laugh!