The Balan district could be said to be the oldest district in Madrid, and because of that, it could be described as dirty, messy, and poor. Shabby houses could be seen everywhere, and the roads were full of stones. Even places with a better environment had poor commercial facilities. Shops and supermarkets were hard to find.
In other words, this was the slum of Madrid.
Juan Carlos dragged his tired body and endured the pain all over his body as he stood at the end of the street.
"Are you okay, Juan?" His two friends looked at him worriedly.
"I'm fine," Carlos said. His facial muscles twitched, and his injuries were aggravated. He was in so much pain that he took a deep breath.
After being kicked out of the Getafe youth team, the unlucky kid's bad luck did not end there. He went to a few small teams around to try his luck, but he kept running into a wall. Under the intentional propaganda of some people, he became the main culprit of the entire team's loss due to his own stupid mistakes. These teams simply did not give him a chance to try out for training. Furthermore, his personal resume was really too shabby. To make such a big mistake in his first official match as a representative of Getafe, this practically blocked the poor kid's path.
The former center back of the Getafe Youth Team was now working as a sparring partner!
In order to make a living, he took a job as a sparring partner in a youth's black market boxing club. To put it bluntly, he was a human punching bag.
"Remember, keep it a secret. Especially you, Cucas. If your big mouth leaks anything, be careful that I'll beat you up! " Carlos finally warned his friends again. He hid everything from his sister. In his sister's heart, he was still the youth who worked hard in the Getafe Youth Team.
"But —" Cucas felt that hiding it like this was not the way to go.
"No buts!" Juan Carlos refused the help of his friends. He stubbornly staggered forward. At first, he was still wobbling, but he slowly stabilized his body.
"We have to help Juan find a proper job," Cucas said.
"It's not that easy." The other person frowned. Even they were now constantly changing jobs, doing odd jobs, and working hard all day long.
This was an extremely dilapidated house. Stepping on the old floorboards, it made creaking sounds, like the whimpers of this old and poor neighborhood.
"Juan, is that you?" A very pleasant voice sounded.
"It's me, sister." Juan and Carlos's dazed faces immediately revealed a bright smile.
"Sister, are you feeling better today? Let me tell you, the coach praised me again today. Do you remember Dicca Dicca? That's the guy I was talking about who's super good at scoring goals. Today, he was completely defenseless against me during training! "
Carlos lifted the curtains and walked in, his head held high with pride.
"My little brother is a genius." The elder sister smiled proudly. What a delicate and beautiful little face. Her soft blonde hair fluttered gently with the wind from an old-fashioned fan. "The food is already on the table. You eat first. I'll be done after I'm done." As she spoke, she continued to bend over the table. Her slender fingers tapped on the keyboard, making a pleasant sound.
"Sister, you will definitely become the greatest novelist." Carlos gobbled up the food.
"Of course." The girl pursed her lips and the corners of her mouth curved into a crescent moon. "My little brother is a genius. Of course, I can't fall behind."
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It was the day of the game.
Today, there would be an important game in the No. 3 training ground of the youth base of the Charmartin training base. Real Madrid's youth team VS Barcelona's youth team.
The fans had already arrived.
A lot of people came. Although it was only an under-17 team game, many fans came spontaneously because the opponent was Barcelona, their century-old nemesis.
They stood in two rows outside the barbed wire fence. They took up more than half the length of the field. They were all wearing Real Madrid's white jerseys.
Some people even rushed to make a slogan overnight. They hung it on the barbed wire fence with the words: Welcome to Hell! Catalonia!
When Li Ang led the players to the training ground, the fans cheered. Looking at these enthusiastic fans, Li Ang also waved his hand and attracted a round of applause.
"Hey, Li, the last game was amazing."
"Yeah, you're just too amazing. I'm starting to fall in love with you. "
"What are you talking about? Li's previous job was always good."
"Come on, boys, kick Barça's ass hard!"
"Haha, smack their ass!"
"José! I'm going to score a few goals today. "
Under the leadership of assistant manager Pablo Banderas, the young players were warming up.
Although the youth team's game would be watched by very loyal fans. But the number of fans today still surprised and excited the players. This was a game against Barcelona. As long as they were Real Madrid players, no matter what level they were at, they knew the uniqueness of the game against Barcelona. Not to mention anything else, just the name of the opponent was enough to arouse the players' endless fighting spirit.
Li Ang walked into the field again, stepped on it, and nodded with satisfaction.
The Dutchman, Cruyff, had brought great changes to Barcelona. Now, Barcelona emphasized the appreciation of football and paid particular attention to the short passes on the ground. It emphasized not only the development of individual skills, but also the kind of pleasing small team cooperation.
Today's Barcelona was on the road to playing the most beautiful football in the world. Although their adult team had not yet reached that level of admiration, in the youth team, Barcelona's dominance had begun to show.
Li Ang knew Barcelona's beautiful football too well. He knew the strength of Messi's team too well. It was because he knew this that the field he carefully arranged was the first trap he carefully prepared for Barcelona.
Barcelona had higher requirements for the field. It was slippery and muddy. A potholed football field was definitely not a suitable stage for Barcelona's performance.
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Just as the boys stepped onto the field to warm up, their opponent arrived.
With a car horn, a red and blue bus turned from the asphalt road next to the field.
The body of the bus was painted with the Barcelona club's logo and the Spanish name.
The bus deliberately pressed the horn as it passed by the field, which caused great dissatisfaction among the Real Madrid fans, who cursed one after another.
Li Ang glanced and watched the bus drive toward the parking lot. He spat on the ground.
Barcelona people!
Good afternoon.
A head popped out of the open window. A boy with long hair looked outside curiously.
"Hey, Leo. Be careful. Be careful that the Real Madrid people don't eat you up. "Pique shouted.
"I'm not afraid of them." Leo Messi retracted his head and smiled a little shyly.
There was a burst of cheerful laughter in the bus.
Sitting in the middle seat in the back, the boy named Fàbregas listened to the laughter and smiled with a troubled face. He clenched his fists. Today, in this game, he had to do his best.
This was his last game in the Barcelona jersey. After playing this game, he would leave the Iberian Peninsula and go to the English Peninsula, his destination London.
Was this his last game in Barcelona? His young face was full of confusion and reluctance …
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