this is football

Chapter 29 Before the game

Sunday, 6pm.

The statue outside the Cruyff Stadium was already standing, and the founder of La Masia looked at the fans filing in.

Next to the statue, Laura and several colleagues gathered together, waiting for someone to appear.

"Laura, why does Thundergull invite us to watch the game?"

"I don't know, but Little Lei Ou must have his own intentions."

"Is Lei Gull developed?"

In the beginning, Laura took care of Lei Ou a lot, gave him many job opportunities, and paid him a lot of money.

Laura smiled and said: "Of course I hope little Leo is rich, but..."

But if he was really rich, he should invite everyone to watch the game at Camp Nou.

Laura will never forget Lei Oucai's obsessed expression on the court. That kind of yearning and fascination is deeply imprinted in her mind.

"Look! Thundergull is coming."

"Wow, I haven't seen you for a year, and the little thundergull has turned into a big thundergull."

Everyone looked around and saw a big boy wearing a jersey running towards here.

Yes, he is Lei Ou.

He is no longer the little chick he used to be. He is taller and looks much stronger.

Especially the leg muscles are more developed.

"Laura, how is everyone?"

Lei Ou walked closer, took out the ticket from his pocket and went up.

"Lei Ou, you..."

Laura looked at Lei Ou carefully and guessed: "You are not a player of Barcelona's B team, are you?"

I don’t know why, but Laura guessed this.

Perhaps, this is exactly what he expected.

Lei Ou smiled slightly and nodded: "Yes, Ms. Laura, I have been studying at La Masia for a year, and I have the opportunity to represent the Barcelona B team today!"

"Oh my God!"

"Oh, God!"

Everyone screamed in surprise.

Only Laura, looking at Lei Ou's smile, couldn't help laughing too: "Lei Ou, you are so handsome, you look as handsome as Beckham when you smile."

This was the first time she saw Lei Ouxiao.

I have to say, it's very beautiful and charming.

"Thank you, Laura!"

Lei Ou responded with a grateful smile.

Lei Ou will always remember the help Laura once gave him.

"It's getting late, you go in first, I have to wait for someone."

Several people walked into the Cruyff Stadium.

Not far away, Su Mei ran over with Su Hu, "We finally arrived. It's all this child's fault. It's so troublesome."

"Isn't it because you wasted time putting on makeup?" Xiao Suhu replied angrily to his mother.

Lei Ou looked over and saw that his aunt was wearing light makeup today, which was something she had never done before.

"Auntie, you are so beautiful."

"What are you talking about? Let's go in quickly!"

Su Mei's face turned rosy.

In order not to embarrass little Lei Ou, even after leaving the house, he rushed back to put on makeup.

Lei Ou brought his aunt and little brother inside.

Their seats, together with Laura's, were specially prepared for the players' families.

Of course, Lei Ou alone does not have that many votes, thanks to the help of Mira and several teams.

Today is Lei Ou's debut in the B team, and he is the protagonist.

As for Sheldon, Lei Ou didn't care at all. He would definitely come anyway, and there was no need to bring him a ticket.

After settling my aunt, Lei Ou is ready to appear.

"Are you Lei Ou's aunt?" Laura came over and asked.

"Yes you are……"

Su Mei looked carefully and found that she really did not recognize this lady.

"Oh, hello, I am little Leo's friend and used to be his colleague." Laura said with a smile.

"Are you the aunt who found a job for Lei Ou?"

Su Mei was surprised, she already knew about Laura.

"No, no, no, it was Lei Ou who did the good job, he helped me." Laura did not regard herself as a benefactor.

The Lei Ou family area is busy chatting.

In the private room, Sheldon was holding a cigar and sipping red wine, quite relaxed and comfortable.

The video call came suddenly. Sheldon answered it and immediately changed into a flattering smile.

"Old man, you are in good spirits!"

Opposite is Sheldon's Thank You.

"When does it start? I need to fucking go to bed."

It was late at night in China at this time, and Xie An was obviously a little impatient.

"Immediately, look at the audience."

Sheldon turned around and looked at the stands. There was indeed a portion of the audience, less than half.

"There are so few people?" Xie An asked.

"Team B didn't do well, so there weren't many people watching, but after this season, I'm afraid there will be more spectators." Sheldon said with a smile.

"Are you so confident in Francisco?" Xie An asked seriously.

"Not only Francisco, but also him..."

Sheldon turned the video again and pointed it at the court. The players had already entered the stadium, including Lei Guo and Mira.

And the person Sheldon was talking about was naturally referring to Thundergull.

"Zoom the fuck in for me!"

Judging from Xie An's tone, he is indeed in good spirits.

Zooming in on the camera, Xie An saw the Dongfang faces in the crowd, took a deep breath and smiled with relief.

"Hopefully he can set sail from here."

"Just wait and see, your grandson's taste is definitely not bad."

Xie An looked at it for a while and said, "Send me a broadcast URL. You can't see anything."

"Okay, okay, then I'll hang up first!"

Sheldon hung up the phone and sent his grandfather a live broadcast URL.

On the court.

Players from both sides are doing preparatory activities.

The big screen above suddenly focused its camera on Lei Ou, causing a commotion immediately.

"Who is No. 7?"

"I don't know him at all, but he seems Korean."

"Another Son Heung-min?"

Several people discussed that in their minds, the best Asian player is Sun Xingmin.

No one can reach his height.

"No, no, no, he is from China." Someone said.

"A Chinese? You can't even make it to the World Cup. How can you play football? How can you wear No. 7?"

Last season, there was another person with No. 7 on the team. He took the initiative to give up his number to Lei Ou in order to give him the absolute main force and core position.

Lei Ou accepted it bravely.

Mila wears jersey No. 9.

"Let's wait and see what he will bring us?"

Everyone is looking forward to the new owner of No. 7.

After the warm-up, the players gathered around the coach.

Francisco said: "The first game of the season is about to start, and I only have one thing to say, kids, go fight!"

"fighting!"

Everyone shouted: "Fight!"

In just a few days, Francisco has greatly improved the cohesion of Barcelona's B team.

Now, everyone wants to fight, for the coach, for the team, and for themselves.

For a truly good coach, the players will fight for him regardless of their own safety.

And Francisco did it.