District N can be said to be the oldest district in Madrid. Because of this, it can be described as dirty, messy, and poor. You can see dilapidated houses and gravel-covered roads everywhere. Even in places with a better environment, commercial
The facilities are also very poor, it is difficult to find shops and supermarkets.
Or in other words, this is the ghetto of Madrid.
Juan Carlos dragged his tired body and endured the pain all over his body as he stood at the street corner.
"Are you okay, Juan?" The two friends looked at him worriedly.
"It's okay." Carlos said. The muscles in his face twitched, causing the injury. The pain made him inhale.
After being kicked out of the Getafe youth team, this unlucky boy's bad luck did not end. He went to several small teams around him to try his luck and kept hitting a wall. Under the deliberate publicity of some people, he became a famous player because of his own.
Stupid mistakes were the main culprit that caused the team to lose. These teams did not give him a chance to try out at all. In addition, his personal resume is really shabby. He made such a big mistake in his first official game on behalf of Getafe.
, which almost blocked the poor child's path.
The former Getafe youth team centre-back now has a temporary job as a sparring partner!
In order to make a living, he took a job as a sparring partner in a black market boxing club for teenagers. To put it bluntly, he was a human punchbag.
"Remember everything, keep it secret. Especially you, Kukas, if your big mouth leaks, be careful and I will beat you up!" Carlos finally solemnly warned his friends again. He hid all this from his sister.
In my heart, he is still the boy who worked hard in the Getafe youth team.
"But-" Kukas felt that hiding it like this was not an option.
"No buts!" Juan Carlos refused the help of his friends and staggered forward stubbornly. He was swaying at first, but slowly stabilized his figure.
"We have to help Juan find a real job," Kukas said.
"It can't be that easy." The other person looked sad. Even they themselves were constantly changing jobs, doing odd jobs, and were exhausted all day long.
This is a dilapidated and outrageous house. The old floorboards make a creaking sound, like the whimpering sound of this old poor neighborhood.
"Juan, is that you?" came a very pleasant voice.
"It's me, sister." Juan Carlos's dull face immediately showed a bright smile.
"Sister, are you feeling better today? Let me tell you, the coach praised me again today, Dika Dika, do you remember? It's the guy I mentioned who is super good at scoring goals. He was beaten by me in training today.
You don’t have any temper at all!”
Carlos opened the door curtain and came in, head held high with pride.
"My brother is a genius." My sister pursed her lips and smiled proudly. This is such a delicate and beautiful little face. Her smooth blond hair was gently fluttering with the wind of an old-fashioned fan. "The food is already on the table. You
Let's eat first, I'll be done with this." After saying that, he continued to lower his head at the desk, tapping the keyboard with his slender fingers, making a pleasant sound.
"Sister, you will definitely become the greatest novelist." Carlos took big mouthfuls of food.
"Of course." The girl pursed her lips, with a crescent moon at the corner of her mouth, "My brother is a genius, of course I can't lag behind."
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This day is game day.
Today, there will be an important match at the No. 3 training ground of the Chamartin Youth Base, the Real Madrid Junior Team vs. the Barcelona Junior Team.
The fans have arrived long ago.
A lot of people came. Although this was only a game for the under-17 youth team, because the opponent was Barcelona, a century-old rival, many fans came spontaneously.
They stood in two rows outside the barbed wire fence, taking up most of the length of the stadium. They were all wearing white Real Madrid jerseys.
Someone even worked overnight to make a slogan and hung it on the barbed wire fence, which read: Welcome to hell! Catalans!
When Li Ang led the players to the training ground, he aroused cheers from the fans. Looking at these enthusiastic fans, Li Ang also waved, which attracted a round of applause.
"Hey, Lee, that last game was awesome."
"Yes, you are so amazing. I'm starting to fall in love with you."
"What can I say? Li's previous job has always been good."
"Come on, kids, kick Barcelona's ass!"
"Haha, beat their butts!"
"Jose! I plan to score a few goals today."
Under the leadership of assistant coach Pablo Banderas, the young players are warming up.
Although there will be very loyal fans to watch the youth team games, the number is so large as today, which still makes the players feel surprised and excited. This is a game against Barcelona. As long as you are a Real Madrid player, no matter where you are,
level, they all know how special the game against Barcelona is. If nothing else, just the name of this opponent can arouse the endless fighting spirit of the players.
Li Ang walked into the venue again, stepped on it, and nodded with satisfaction.
The Dutchman Cruyff brought great changes to Barcelona. Now Barcelona emphasizes the enjoyment of football and pays attention to the coordination of short passes on the ground. It not only emphasizes the display of personal skills, but also has the kind of small team cooperation that is pleasing to the eye.
Today, Barcelona is on the road to playing the most beautiful football in the world. Although their adult team has not yet reached that admirable height, in the youth team, Barcelona's dominance has begun to show.
Li Ang knows too much about Barcelona's beautiful football and the strength of Messi. It is precisely because he knows this that this venue he carefully arranged is the first trap he carefully prepared for the Barcelona people.
This kind of Barcelona has relatively high requirements for the venue. The slippery, muddy and bumpy football field is definitely not a suitable stage for Barcelona to perform.
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Just when these children stepped onto the court to prepare for warm-ups, their opponents arrived.
As the car horn honked, a red and blue bus turned from the asphalt road next to the stadium.
The body of the car is painted with the FC Barcelona logo and the Spanish name.
When the bus passed the stadium, it deliberately honked its horn for a long time, which caused great dissatisfaction among Real Madrid fans, and curses broke out one after another.
Li Ang glanced at the bus heading towards the parking lot, and spat on the ground.
Barcelona people!
good afternoon.
A head popped out of the open car window, and a child with long hair looked outside curiously.
"Hey, Leo, be careful. Be careful that Real Madrid people eat you." Pique shouted.
"I'm not afraid of them." Leo Messi retracted his head and smiled shyly.
A burst of cheerful laughter came from the bus.
Sitting in the middle seat in the back row, the boy named Cesc Fabregas listened to the laughter and smiled in agreement with his troubled face. He clenched his fists. Today, in this game, he must try his best.
With all your strength.
This is his last game wearing a Barcelona jersey. After playing this game, he will leave, leaving the Iberian Peninsula and heading to the British Peninsula, destination London.
Is this his last game in Barcelona? The young face is full of confusion and reluctance...
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