this is football

"Why?"

Fidel stood up suddenly and stared at the blond man in front of him in surprise.

Puyol, the captain and defense leader of Barcelona during the Dream Three era, has a decisive prestige and status in the Barcelona club.

What he said is of course true.

"Why?"

Puyol smiled playfully and glanced at a young player's information in the trash can. He bent down and picked it up and said: "Determining whether a young player is eligible for trial training requires the decision of the evaluation team, not you alone; for any player who yearns to pull

The children of Masia should be treated with enough respect, but you actually threw his information into the trash can. You have forgotten the traditions and rules of La Masia, what qualifications do you have to be the director here?"

Fidel stood behind his desk blankly and asked in confusion: "Is... just because of this?"

Puyol shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Mr. Fidel, why do you need me to make it so clear? Do you still need me to explain how many dirty things you have done during your tenure and what kind of situation you have brought La Masia to?"

Stepping forward, Puyol patted Fidel on the shoulder and said, "Without any credit over the years, you have worked hard, so be smart and continue to be a scout. Otherwise, you will have no place in Barcelona."

"Sorry, I have to go to work, please don't disturb me!"

The eviction order was issued, and just like Su Mei before, Fidel walked out of what was once his territory like a zombie.

Heaven and hell are sometimes only a few minutes apart.

Sitting behind his desk, Puyol looked solemn. He knew how much courage he had on his shoulders and how difficult this road was.

To a certain extent, the glory of La Masia represents the glory of Barcelona. In recent years, La Masia has long lost its former glory, just like Barcelona.

There is a long way to go.

Taking a deep breath, Puyol came to his senses, opened the document bag, took out the CD and put it into the host.

In the video, a young man with an oriental face is galloping on the court...

Suddenly, Puyol picked up the landline and called: "Notify the evaluation team to come to my office immediately!"

…

…

At dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun turns the beach golden.

A thin figure ran on the beach, its long shadow swaying in the sea.

Barefoot, on the beach, walking with a heavy load.

This is how Lei Ou trains. He doesn't know all the abilities required to become a professional player, but he understands that if a person wants to play football, he must first have enough physical fitness.

Every morning and evening, Lei Ou will run ten kilometers on the beach.

No fear of cold or heat, no obstruction of wind or rain.

Back at the low-rent apartment, there was a pot of seafood risotto on the coffee table, a Spanish specialty delicacy that is very in line with Chinese tastes.

Lei Ou likes to eat, but cannot eat it often. For such a family, eating it once a week is good.

"Auntie!" Lei Ou called out without seeing Su Mei.

"I'm a little tired, you can eat first." Su Mei replied in the bedroom.

The redness and swelling on her face persisted, and she did not dare to go out.

Sitting on the old sofa, Lei Ou didn't move his chopsticks. After a while, the door opened, and a little boy with Asian black hair, eyes, and face shape, but a Westerner's lifted nose came in carrying a schoolbag.

Come.

Su Hu, Su Mei’s 8-year-old son.

"Mommy! Brother! Wow, I haven't eaten delicious food for a long time!" Su Hu exclaimed when he saw the food, threw away his schoolbag and sat on a small bench, filled a bowl with his hands and ate it.

"Speak Chinese!" Su Mei shouted in the bedroom.

Su Hu just spoke Spanish. There is a rule in this family that only Chinese is spoken.

"knew."

Su Hu spoke vaguely in broken Chinese, which was not as good as Lei Ou's and was not very proficient.

Lei Ou frowned slightly and glanced at the bedroom, then poured a bowl of rice and chewed it slowly. This was his habit. Eating carefully was more conducive to absorption.

Xiao Suhu ate half of a bowl of seafood risotto, then stood up and patted his belly: "Brother, I'm going to play football."

After school, playing football is the favorite form of entertainment for the children here.

Lei Ou only ate one bowl before putting down his chopsticks and gently knocking on the bedroom door: "Auntie, what happened?"

"There is no hope for La Masia. I will take you to Madrid tomorrow to try." Su Mei's voice was a little hoarse.

"good!"

Lei Ou was relieved, at least nothing worse happened, but he was still deceived.

Su Mei was most afraid that her nephew would know about her beating.

There was a sudden knock on the door. Lei Ou walked over to open the door and saw a familiar face.

The undistinguished scout.

"How did you find me?" Lei Ou asked with great effort.

Sheldon leaned against the door frame and replied calmly: "The person I want to find can be found even at the ends of the earth."

In fact, Sheldon has been looking for it for a long time. It's just because there are fewer oriental faces living here, and Lei Ou is more famous for playing football.

"Are you handsome here?"

Lei Ou asked angrily. From the sweat on his face and the sweat stains on his shirt, he could already tell that he was talking nonsense.

After coughing twice, Sheldon walked into the room, took a few glances and was convinced that it was pretty much what he had guessed.

The family is very poor and he needs money, so there is hope.

"Go to the Espanyol youth training camp tomorrow for a trial training, and I can give you a contract." Sheldon looked away and said seriously.

"What?"

Su Mei in the bedroom screamed and ran out in a hurry, with an excited look in her eyes.

She only noticed two words - contract, which meant that Lei Ou was very likely to become a professional player.

Lei Ou gave a brief introduction and asked: "What kind of contract can you give me?"

"this……"

Sheldon scratched his head and continued: "It depends on your performance and your potential."

The contract was just his personal commitment, just to persuade Lei Ou to go for a trial training.

Of course, Shelton also has his own plans. Even if the Spaniard doesn't give him a contract, he can sign this potential stock and provide some funding.

In addition to being a scout, Shelton is also a football agent, although he does not own any players.

Well, if you don't invest, how can you get a return? He is very willing to invest money in his compatriots.

"Okay, I'll try it tomorrow."

While they were talking, Su Mei's cell phone rang. Lei Ou saw his aunt's expression suddenly dull after answering the call, and then he was extremely surprised and said yes again and again.

Putting down the phone, Su Mei's eyes filled with tears of excitement, "Lei Ou, La Masia has informed you to go for a trial training!"

After waiting for ten years, I finally waited for this day. This is the last wish of Lei Ou's parents, and this is all the motivation for Su Mei to stay in Spain. Even if it is just a trial training opportunity!

Hearing this, Lei Ou was a little stupid.

But the one who was even more stupid was Sheldon. He looked at the two of them with a slumped expression and murmured: "If you don't play tricks like this, why don't you say first come, first served?"

"Sorry, Mr. Sheldon, let's go to La Masia first. If we can't get in, we'll go to the Spanish one!" Su Mei comforted.

Are you fucking using me as a spare tire?

Sheldon's expression was even stranger, but he didn't know what to say. In terms of strength, he was indeed not as good as La Masia.

"Auntie! I'm going to the Spanish training camp!"

Lei Ou, who was the party involved, suddenly spoke.