On the La Masia Reserve Team's exclusive training ground, the atmosphere was normal, with young players wearing red and green vests jogging on the field, followed by familiarization and training in various disciplines. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Almost two hours later, the assistant coach blew the whistle in his hand, signaling that everyone could stop and rest for a while, and prepare for the upcoming group match.

The training method of La Masia's training camp is actually no different from the training method of most clubs, in addition to training such as winding, passing, shooting, etc., players will also be organized to play against each other from time to time, after all, training is one thing, actual combat is one thing, just like fighting, no one knows what the actual training effect is.

The job of the coaches is to record the performance of all the players in the match, who is outstanding, who has potential, and what problems are exposed, and then make a summary, and then make targeted improvements.

Other clubs, whether they are in the first team or in the reserve echelon, are basically the same routine. In fact, after Cruyff proposed and implemented his concept of "self-sufficiency and a different football path", after so many years of development and improvement, La Masia's training camp has been closely related to their first team, and they have always adhered to the coordinated play of passing and receiving, and have begun to reap fruitful fruits in Spanish and even European football. And the reserve echelon is where they replenish fresh blood, so the top priority of these players' training is to play almost the same technical and tactical style as the first team.

From top to bottom, almost all Barcelona players are familiar with this set of technical and tactical play, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is engraved in their bones, which allows Barcelona to have a steady stream of fresh blood to supplement, and young players will not have much discomfort after being promoted to the first team, and can quickly integrate into the team system - from childhood to adulthood, what discomfort can there be?

Enrique's reserve team is naturally the same, under his command, several of his assistants are preparing in an orderly manner, and the young players who are resting are gathered together in twos and threes, talking in low voices, their faces full of infinite anticipation for the upcoming match.

They all know the importance of the match, and it's a great opportunity to express themselves, and if they can do well, they will be focused on by the coaches, and if they can continue to do well, then the chances of getting into the first team will be greatly increased - the coaches have a record of not doing it for nothing, and they will recommend the best young players to the first team manager to attract more attention.

It's like their idol Leo. Messi is like that, isn't it just that he performed well in the A team, and then was promoted to the first team, and since then he has been out of control, and now he is even more mixed, and even the football king Maradona has publicly stated that Messi will be his most optimistic heir.

Thinking that in the future, I will be like Messi, enter the first team, and from then on, become a big star, become the object of media scrambling to report, and enjoy the cheers and admiration of countless fans.

"These little guys, alas, are just a bunch of kids, how do you know the hardships and hardships of a real professional league......"

Enrique sat on a small bench on the sidelines, looking at the disciples who were chatting freely, and sighed softly.

He does not deny the strength of Barcelona, nor does he deny the outstanding hematopoietic ability of La Masia, but as a professional player, he knows better that the road of professional football is not easy to follow, and it is undoubtedly extremely difficult to become a real professional player and stand out among countless people who play football.

Not everyone is Xavi and Messi, and not everyone's dreams will come true, at least Enrique thinks that there are no more than two dozen young players here who can stay at La Masia and Camp Nou in the end.

Sighing softly, Enrique noticed Fan Bizhuang, who was slowly walking towards this side, he still had an indifferent expression on his face, and his teammates gathered together, talking excitedly, he was like a lonely wolf, the excitement around him had nothing to do with him, he was in his own world, slowly moving forward.

Fan Bizhuang's out-of-place behavior is supposed to be extremely interesting in the entire training ground, but on the contrary, everyone else is doing their own thing, no one pays attention to him at all, no one comes up to talk to him, and even a glance seems to be superfluous.

Enrique knows that Fan Bizhuang and other young players are not in the same circle, although Fan Bizhuang's flat expression and incompatible state he has seen for N years, but every time he sees it, he still feels a little toothache.

Football is a team sport, and Fan Bizhuang is always outside the whole, not communicating with teammates, or even making friends, how can such a person stand out in football?

Anyway, Enrique felt that Fan Bizhuang was a member of the reserve team six years ago, and it was not unreasonable that he would still be here six years later, so he had such a dead face, coupled with being unsociable, who could really notice him?

Moreover, he himself is still so low-key, so low-key that people can hardly feel his presence.

"Transparent people?!"

The word popped into Enrique's head, and he nodded affirmatively, then shook his head speechlessly.

Fan Bizhuang has been here longer than him, he can be called his "senior", the time of contact with each other is not short, and there are some friendships, to be honest, Enrique really thinks that this thin and tall young boy is not suitable for playing football, whether it is technical, tactical or attitude, it is not suitable.

He also persuaded Fan Bizhuang to find a hobby to develop while he was young, maybe he would have a better future, this is not a fool's words, although he is silent and looks like he is not close to anyone, but Fan Bizhuang is extremely careful and serious in life and work, such a person has found the right direction and does not worry about doing a bad thing.

Fan Bizhuang's answer to him was the back of a man who turned around and left. And then what you have to do, you keep doing it, you keep training with the other young players, and you continue to "around" here.

Enrique felt that Fan Bizhuang was a waste of time, but the strange thing was that Fan Bizhuang didn't care at all, he didn't care about it at all, the reserve team was full of people, there were many people coming, and more people leaving, the only thing that remained unchanged was that Fan Bizhuang was still here.

Uh, his dog is here too.

"If other people have the mentality like Fan, they don't talk about it, they just insist on persisting and persisting, I'm afraid their football path will be smoother, right?"

Enrique muttered to himself, then turned his head: "You said yes, Spring Festival?" ”

The Spring Festival lazily lay on the ground, deaf to the ear.

"You're really ...... Just like your master. If you can't give a reaction, we can be considered old acquaintances? Hey, you said that you are a dog who despises me every day, but fortunately I have a strong heart, otherwise I would have been angry with you a long time ago! Spring Festival, give me a reaction...... Spring Festival...... Groove ...... You're peeing at my feet again, you're ......"

Enrique teased, uh, to be exact, when Enrique was teased by the Spring Festival, Fan Bizhuang had already walked in front of a man and a dog, and when he saw the master coming, the Spring Festival was immediately resurrected in a full state, and his lazy appearance disappeared, wagging his tail around Fan Bizhuang.

Enrique's eyes were almost red when he saw it, and the envy, jealousy and hatred in his eyes were not concealed at all, and after glaring at the Spring Festival hatefully, he looked up at Fan Bizhuang.

"Aren't you going to play with everyone today?"

"No, it's not interesting."

Enrique nodded expectedly, it was indeed quite boring, Fan Bizhuang's level was too bad, plus he was unsociable, no one wanted to be in a group with him, even if he was forced to stuff him in, when he was on the field, no one would pass the ball to him and cooperate with him - in fact, even if Fan Bizhuang stayed, it was useless, because of his ability, he basically couldn't get the opportunity to play, and could only act as a spectator on the side.

Sometimes Enrique is tempted to ask the club's executives why Fan Bizhuang is not fit to play football and is a maverick in training camp and still has him staying.

But after thinking about it, forget it, although Fan Bizhuang is very unsociable, it will not add any obstacles to his training, existence is reasonable, and even the bigwigs of the club don't care, why is he doing this kind of work?

"Gone, Coach Enrique. I'll be there for the afternoon training. ”

Fan Bizhuang turned around, waved his hand casually, and walked slowly in the direction of the exit of the training ground in his jersey and shoes. The Spring Festival is around him, running around him happily.

"This guy ......"

Although it is not the first time to see such a picture, every time he sees the figure of this person and a dog walking away, Enrique still feels a sense of loneliness to the extreme in his heart for no reason.

He sighed leisurely, turned around and shouted at the venue, "What are you talking nonsense about?" Stand up for me, now start grouping! ”

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After being taught a lesson by Enrique, Bojan did not go back to school, and the unfortunate encounters in the past two days made him really unable to raise his energy, so he simply went back to the players' dormitory, threw himself on the bed, and just opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling.

"Who the hell is that guy? Why is he here? Listening to his predecessors, he seems to have been here all along, why has he never heard of such a person before? Who the hell is he? Ahhh......h

Countless questions filled Bojan's head, and one guess after another was raised by him, and then one by one he vetoed.

Later, he simply stared at himself like a dead fish and covered his head with a pillow.

This state was in this state until noon, when his friends returned to the dormitory. Santos mysteriously approached Bojan and brought him new news.