There is a dream called football

Chapter 30 The Last 10

On the last day of the training camp, the players were told that tomorrow the team's president Florentino, first team coach Queiroz, B team coach Carlo, and technical director Sacchi would all be present.

At that time, Mr. Florentino will announce the final list of 10 people, who will join the Real Madrid youth team starting from the 2003/04 season and start playing football in Real Madrid.

The results of the first 9 days are all public. The results of the last day will not be announced until tomorrow by Florentino, and the suspense will have to wait until the last minute.

Li Qiao, David Luiz, Mandzukic, and Raven were in the restaurant. This was the first time Mandzukic, a foodie, had lost his appetite.

Apparently he was nervous, so he drank a little juice today, took a few bites of octopus fried rice, and then stopped eating.

David Luiz simply drinks sports drinks.

"I am a poor boy from the slums of Brazil, and playing football is the only way for me to change my destiny." David said to himself.

"Don't worry, you will choose it." Li Qiao patted him.

Mandzukic is in a similar situation. He devoted everything to football. Apart from football, he has no special skills.

"Li Qiao, if you can't be chosen, what will you do?"

"Continue trial training, go to Portugal, Germany, Italy, or Eastern Europe. In short, I must play professional football."

"Raven, what about you?" Mandzukic asked.

Raven hesitated. He was not as determined as Li Qiao. Football in reality is cruel, and he had already felt it.

"If you can play football, play football. If you can't, go back to school."

"Yeah." Everyone nodded.

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The next day, the weather in La Fabrica was good but a little hot, and 100 players stood in unison, waiting for Florentino.

At 9:30 in the morning, Florentino arrived at the training base accompanied by two bodyguards in black and team staff.

Everyone saw that the man on the stage was the most powerful man in Real Madrid. Firing coaches was his favorite. Of course, he was also a successful businessman with great vision and courage. It can be said that without him, Real Madrid would not have been successful.

Florentino is good at unscripted speeches and has first-class eloquence. He came on stage alone and started talking.

First, it was about the history and heritage of Real Madrid, and then the conversation changed to talking about this selection event.

"The media said this was a show, and I can tell you, it's true."

"But the media is only half right. For a great club, both performance and performance are important. Holding this event will not only further promote Real Madrid's image, but more importantly, it will find 10 potential talents for Real Madrid."

Florentino smiled and said: "Maybe one of you will be the next Raul or the next Guti. Don't doubt that you will succeed."

Florentino seemed to have known these players for a long time. He said a lot, but in fact everyone didn't listen at all. Instead, they wanted to know who were the 10 finalists?

But Florentino obviously knew how to sell things. He went around and around and finally came back, "I can assure you that this selection is very fair. The whole process is complicated, but I can use the words of the President of Real Madrid."

The name guarantees that the final result must be fair."

Florentino gestured to the assistant in the audience, who came on stage holding a large envelope. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the envelope in his hand, which contained the final result.

"Paulo Silva, from Spain."

Everyone looked at him with envy in their eyes.

Florentino read the names one by one.

There was no David Luiz, no Mandzukic, no Li Qiao and Raven, until the last person, the 10th one.

Everyone is waiting eagerly for this, the last one, and the last chance.

Florentino, the old fox, paused and did not rush to read out the last name. Instead, he joked: "I feel that there are more Spaniards on the list."

Everyone is also very cooperative. Since the boss tells a joke, everyone should laugh.

"Ha ha."

"It seems that no one is interested in listening to my jokes, so okay, the last person is..."

"Forget it, I'd better read my nationality first. He is from China."

"Brother, congratulations." Mandzukic patted Li Qiao, and David Luiz cast an envious look.

There are only two people from China in the training camp. Compared with Li Qiao, Lei Wen seems to be a little worse. Lei Wen thinks so too.

"Li Qiao, good brother, I'm happy if you stay."

But then, everyone was shocked. Florentino read out a name that no one had expected.

"Raven, he's the last one."

Dumbfounded.

"Not Li Qiao?" Mandzukic thought this was unreasonable. At the end of the 9th day, Li Qiao's score was 25 points higher than Raven's. How could it be possible...

Raven himself felt incredible, "There must be a mistake."

But in this situation, it is impossible to directly question Florentino. Everyone can only applaud and listen to Sacchi's speech.

When the meeting ended, Raven pulled Li Qiao and said, "Let's go!"

"Where to go?"

"There must be a mistake. Your grades are much higher than mine. How could it be possible that I got in and you didn't get selected?"

Li Qiao broke away and said with a smile: "Don't be stupid, maybe neither of us are chosen. If you go and make a fuss, if even you are rejected, then it will be really bad."

Raven's heart skipped a beat. That was true. If he made a mistake, he should just ignore it. There was no reason to hit the wall by himself.

Li Qiao patted Lei Wen and said, "Okay, if you choose, you can train here with peace of mind. I..." Li Qiao took out the business card.

"You're going to Portugal?"

"Yeah, let's try my luck. Maybe I can play football in Portugal in the future."

Raven's heart was filled with mixed emotions. Logically speaking, he should be overjoyed that he had chosen the one he chose, but the loss of his best friend made him panic.

"Okay, I'm going back to pack my things. It's over and I'm leaving tomorrow."

Back in the dormitory, Mandzukic was already cleaning up.

"Mario, where are you going next?"

"Go back to Croatia and start with the domestic league."

Li Qiao nodded, "Not bad, then I'll bless you."

"And you?"

Li Qiao took out his business card and briefly talked about what happened that day.

"Haha, that's not bad. I also wish you good luck."

At this moment, someone knocked on the door.

"Come in, the door is open."

The door opened, and a man walked in, it was Team B head coach Lopez Carlo.

"Hello, Lopez."