this is football

La Masia Youth Training Camp is located in the Gamper Stadium in the western suburbs of Barcelona, ​​only five kilometers away from Camp Nou.

Su Mei, who was carrying a shoulder bag, walked into the not-so-impressive building. A woman in black professional attire stood up at the front desk and said, "Good afternoon, madam, how can I help you?"

"I'm looking for the supervisor here." Su Mei replied nervously.

"Do you have an appointment?" The woman at the front desk still smiled.

"Yes, my name is Su Mei. Please tell me."

Su Mei's voice was a little low, and her nervousness showed on her face. The female receptionist had already seen the clues, but she still made a polite call.

Su Mei had accompanied Lei Ou here before. Almost every year, like this time, she would take Lei Ou's information and playing video and hand them over to the front desk and tell her to hand them over to the supervisor.

Then came a long wait, and finally no news.

This time she wanted to meet with her supervisor, so she told a lie.

"Ma'am, please come this way!"

After the woman at the front desk made the call, her voice and tone were more polite. She thought she didn't have an appointment, but the supervisor wanted to see her.

"Okay...ok!"

Su Mei was equally surprised by the unexpected surprise and followed the woman to the supervisor's office.

Dang Dang Dang.

Su Mei pushed the door open and walked in. Then her face suddenly changed. She saw a very familiar figure.

Sitting behind the desk is his ex-husband Fidel.

"Su, this month's alimony has been given to you, why are you still looking for me?" Fidel punched the table and glared.

"Are you the director of La Masia?"

Su Mei couldn't believe it. He used to be a scout for Barcelona. Before the divorce, he always gave him Lei O's information. Every time he would bring bad news, saying that Lei O had failed.

"Great, Defiel, do you now have the right to let Thundergull enter La Masia?"

After Su Mei was shocked, she was ecstatic.

A supervisor has every right to recruit a young student.

Only then did Fidel realize that Su Mei did not know his identity and was obviously here for that hateful child.

"Su, don't you understand yet?" Fidel's eyes looked a little strange.

"What?" Su Mei asked confused.

Fidel came out from behind the desk, twitched his lips and said: "To be honest, when I was a scout, the information was never handed over to the supervisor, and it was all thrown into the trash can. After I became a supervisor, it changed

Needless to say, you actually shamelessly asked me to recruit that bastard? What do you think?"

A thunderclap sounded above Su Mei's head, causing her mind to go blank, and she suddenly woke up after a moment of silence.

I finally understood why Lei Ou didn’t even get a chance to try out for so many years. It turned out that he was the one who was causing the problem.

"Why? Why? Why?" Su Mei asked hoarsely.

Fidel shouted loudly: "I want to ask you why, why are you so good to other people's children? Even better than your children and husband. Would I divorce you without him?"

"So, you've never seen Lei Ou play football, right?" Su Mei's eyes were scarlet.

Fidel nodded, "Yes, I have never watched the video, and I don't need to watch it. I'm afraid it will stain my eyes. Can you Chinese play football? Do you have the gene? With Lei Ou's physical condition, do you still want to enter?

La Masia? Do you think this is a charity? Stop daydreaming!"

After saying this, Fidel took a deep breath with a relaxed look on his face, as if he had vented all the unwillingness and grievances he had accumulated over the years.

"You bastard!" Su Mei raised her hand and slapped him.

"Yes, I am a bastard!"

Fidel responded with a big mouth: "For the record, as long as I am here, there is no way that Lei Gull will enter La Masia!"

Like a walking zombie, Su Mei walked out of the office in despair.

Fidel smiled playfully, looked at the information on the table, picked up a corner of it and threw it into the trash can as if he was disgusted.

The weather in coastal cities is like this. When a cloud comes, it may rain. It was clear just a moment ago, but now it is drizzling.

Sumei walked out of La Masia numbly, walked out of Gamber Stadium, and got on the bus back.

When she was approaching the low-rent apartment, she suddenly realized what she was doing and took out her mobile phone to make a call.

"Auntie, where have you been?"

"I have something to do here and I have to go back later. You should eat first."

After hanging up the phone, Su Mei touched the red and swollen face on the left side. Lei Ou must not let Lei Ou know about this, otherwise he would go to hell.

Lei Ou walked into the kitchen to get some food, then ate a bowl of rice and went to rest. An hour later he walked out of the low-rent apartment.

In a city like Barcelona, ​​it is very easy to play football. Young children like to play on the lawns of parks or in the streets, while older children play in community courts. Every school has a football field.

There are also some regular golf courses that require money to rent.

Lei Ou walked for half an hour and came to a community golf course. The venue was not large and was paved with artificial turf.

Nine half-year-old kids, aged sixteen or seventeen, were playing a game of hoops on the court. Everyone formed a circle to pass the ball, and one of the kids inside intercepted the ball. Anyone who intercepted the ball would enter the circle and grab it.

This is a common football training method.

"Hi, Lei Ou." A young man shouted loudly.

Lei Ou walked into the stadium and greeted everyone. Since he often plays here, he already knows everyone.

"Want to play football? Our team just needs someone." The young man invited him warmly.

Five-on-five football game, just enough.

"Okay!" Lei Ou made preparations.

"Can't!"

The opposing player objected to this plan: "If Lei Ou joins your team, does he still have to play?"

Everyone nodded, having already seen Lei Ou's skills. It is no exaggeration to say that as long as he joins any team, that team will definitely win.

The boy who objected thought for a while and made a suggestion: "Lei Ou, six of us can kick four of you, is that okay?"

Lei Ou nodded, and after dividing into teams, the game began.

Lei Ou has always felt that he was born to belong to football. Whenever he stands on the court and runs with the ball, he will feel the joy of life and the meaning of life.

In the first minute of the game, Lei Ou dribbled the ball past two people and volleyed it into the net. Then the ball became easier and easier, and he kept doing tricks, such as Marseille roundabouts, ox-tail passes, and pendulum-style passes with ease.

The game lasted for an hour, and the final score was fixed at 10 to 5. The four-man team won, and Lei Ou scored 8 goals.

"Lei Ou, you won't have any friends like this." A young man said dissatisfied.

Lei Ou pursed his lips and spread his hands.

There's really nothing we can do about it, and I don't know how to let it go.

Following the boy's direction, Lei Ou noticed a young man sitting on the bench beside the stadium.

He has white hair parted in the middle, an oriental face, wearing loose casual trousers, and leaning lazily on the bench.

He suddenly raised his arm and waved to Lei Ou with a smile.