this is football

Lei Ou became even more confused after hearing this, not understanding what Sheldon meant.

It seems that the outcome has been determined.

What else can be changed?

"Shh!" Sheldon put his finger to his mouth and winked playfully.

Since the topic came up, the two of them were talking in Chinese, and Francisco on the other side obviously didn't understand.

But he was in no mood to listen at the moment. Ever since the dumplings were served, he had been focusing on being a foodie.

Not to mention, Laofu is indeed quite skillful in using chopsticks.

"Why!"

After eating a few dumplings, Francisco put down his chopsticks and cut open the garlic: "What's the saying over there? People go to the top of the mountain, and water flows to the depressions?"

"Boss, your mouth is only suitable for eating dumplings at the moment. How about asking people to go to higher places and water to flow to lower places? How uncultured is that?"

Sheldon looked disgusted.

Francisco nodded and smiled: "Yes, that's the sentence. Lei Gull, so I never blamed you for choosing La Masia, I was just angry that you used the Spaniards as a stepping stone."

"But now that I know the reason, I can understand you. It's just a pity that the ending is not so perfect."

Francisco put a bunch of garlic on a plate and ate the dumplings. They were spicy but exciting.

The ending is not perfect.

Because the culprit, Fidel, is still at large.

Sheldon didn't say anything to Francisco, there were some things he couldn't let him know for the time being.

If the atmosphere hadn't reached this point, Sheldon wouldn't have wanted to reveal his other identity.

After dinner, the two sent Francisco away first.

Lei Ou was not in a hurry to leave. He already had a hunch that he had something to do, but he didn't know what would happen.

"What do you mean?" Lei Ou asked.

"Don't worry, you'll know soon."

Sheldon picked up his cell phone and made a call, asking where the people from Real Madrid's youth training camp were now.

After hanging up the phone, Sheldon smiled and said: "God help us, they are still in Barcelona and are having a celebration party. They must be in a hurry, so they did not return to Madrid."

Lei Ou asked: "Tell me what you want to do? Otherwise I won't go."

Sheldon yawned loosely and curled his lips slightly, "It's very simple, go slap him in the face!"

…

…

In a hotel in Barcelona, ​​the director of the Real Madrid youth training camp and the head coach were drinking red wine and eating ham and seafood.

When a person is having a happy event, red wine goes into his throat and he feels refreshed.

Fidel drank until his face turned red. He was like a dog trying to flatter himself in front of his once mortal enemy.

"Rudy, would you like a drink?" Real Madrid U16 head coach joked.

Rudy licked his lips, really craving a drink.

But he knew that he shouldn't drink on such occasions.

"Promise me a condition and I'll let you have a drink." The head coach continued.

"Please speak," Rudy said.

The head coach poured a glass of wine, walked up to Rudy and said: "Fuck Barcelona!"

Rudy's eyes froze, then he laughed and said: "Fuck Barcelona!"

Rudy took the wine and drank it in one gulp.

Everyone laughed.

Whether it is Barcelona or Real Madrid, the concept of mortal enemies will be instilled in players during their youth training camps.

Therefore, some local derbies and some national derbies are extremely popular, just like a war without smoke.

In the lively celebration banquet, almost everyone had a happy face, but only one person was frowning.

Korean young master Park Se-chang.

He felt like he was like air, not ignored, but ignored, as if he didn't see himself at all.

"No matter how awesome you Real Madrid guys are, you can't look down on others like this, right?"

Park Shichang made some remonstrance, and then walked up to Raul, the director of Real Madrid's youth training camp, holding a glass with a drink in his hand.

"Mr. Raul, you have always been my idol. Please allow me to toast you to express my admiration."

Raul, the former banner of Real Madrid, set records one after another, but they were broken by Cristiano Ronaldo later.

"Young man is very good at talking!"

Raul picked up the glass and took a sip, then continued: "I hope you are more beautiful when you play football than when you talk!"

After hearing the compliment, Park Shichang was overjoyed and was about to drink a drink when he heard the second half of Mr. Raul's sentence and almost burst into tears.

If I understand correctly, you are not complimenting me.

Raul walked away directly and went to chat with Rudy.

"Why!"

Fidel sat next to Park Shichang and handed him a glass of red wine.

"Do I dare to drink on this occasion?" Park Shichang said angrily.

Fidel smiled bitterly and said, "Who do you think will care about you?"

In a word, Park Shichang woke up from his big dream.

Yes.

Here, no one will care about me.

They only have the Brazilian genius Rudy in their eyes, so who am I? What does it matter if I drink or not?

Smiling to himself, Park Shichang drank the wine in one gulp, and then poured another glass.

"You don't seem to be taken seriously either." Park Shichang snorted and joked.

In the original plan, the Park family gave Fidel a large sum of money just to enter La Masia.

Later, due to Fidel's accident, he had to change his plan and followed him into the Real Madrid youth training camp.

Judging from the current situation, if you come here without a trial training, you will be looked down upon.

Think about it, instead of suffering here, it would be better to stay at La Masia to fill the vacancy left by Rudy.

However, there is no regret medicine in this world.

Fidel smiled bitterly and said: "I'm from La Masia. It's good if they don't be hostile to me. As for taking them seriously? I don't expect it now. Let's wait. I will use my connections to dig out more talents and then I will have a say.

.”

Having been in the industry for many years, Fidel is familiar with the rules here.

Whether it is players who play football, coaches who teach football, or scouts who discover players, etc.

In the end, only strength speaks for itself.

Park Shichang continued to take a sip of wine and asked: "Do they look down on me so much?"

Fidel shook his head and said: "First, you have not gone through trial training, so there must be some prejudice against you; second, we are not looking down on you, in football, we look down on Asians."

Park Shichang noticed something.

When Mr. Fidel said that he looked down on Asians, he used "we", which means that including himself, it seems that this is a concept that these people have subconsciously cultivated.

Have Asians rubbed your mother?

Park Shichang cursed fiercely in his heart.

Fidel said: "I hope you can break those traditional concepts and become the light of Asia and a super star."

Park Se-chang raised his eyebrows and said, "Isn't our senior Son Heung-min a super-star? Why is he not looked down upon?"

Fidel frowned and said: "How do you know that he must be respected by others before he becomes famous?"

Park Shichang felt horrified hearing this sentence.