On the last day of May, the Villarreal squad departs for the northern island city of Mallorca, where they will play their final league game of the season at the Stadio San Mois.

On the way out, the bus carrying all the members of Villarreal was always dull and silent. Everyone knows the significance of this game, and the best result is that they win the game, get the three points, and have a perfect finale with the news that Atletico Madrid did not win, because then they can regain fourth place in the table.

Of course, this is not very likely, when they are working hard for next season's Champions League qualification, Atletico Madrid is also full of belief in winning, they can't easily give up this place, in order to go to the Champions League next season, the Sheets will also go all out.

So, the biggest possibility is that whether Villarreal wins or loses, Atletico Madrid will win the game and then finish fourth in the league to play in next season's Champions League.

Thinking of this result, Villarreal's players lost interest in talking, and even Nihatt and Xaviventa, who have always liked to play, sat in the back row of the carriage and remained silent.

But silence is silence, and every player has an undisguised determination in their eyes, no matter what Atletico Madrid will play on the other field, they must do their thing, which is to win the game - the manager has made it clear to them that maybe they will completely lose the chance to go to the Champions League next season after the last round of the league - and to take advantage of such a small opportunity, they have to take the three points first.

Yes, if you want to turn a small hope into a hope, Villarreal has no choice but to win, but to give three points!

There was still silence in the carriage, but there was a determined glint on the faces of each of the players.

Fan Bizhuang sat in the corner of the last row, looking at the rows of backward trees outside the window, and suddenly turned his head.

"Let's sing a song."

When Fan Bizhuang said this, he didn't notice how wonderful his teammates' expressions had become at the moment. During this period of time, everyone has long been accustomed to Fan Bizhuang's silence, his loneliness, and his indifference thousands of miles away, but they never thought that the young man who seemed to completely isolate himself from the world would say such things at such a time.

Everyone had a messy impulse, except for Pellegrini and Riquelme, who looked at him thoughtfully, and the latter, who nodded at him and smiled.

Fan Bizhuang ignored the surprise of his teammates, he opened his mouth and began to sing on his own.

His voice is not incomplete, but it is definitely not pleasant, it seems that he was born without musical cells, and his voice is still magnetic when he speaks on weekdays, but when it becomes a singing voice, his low and dry voice is like a male duck calling.

Because of this, his teammates teased him more than once, but this time, no one laughed. On the contrary, when hearing that familiar ballad, everyone does not know what kind of feeling is in their hearts.

“…… When the sun shines on the sea, when the sea breeze blows through the town, people have awakened from their sleep...... We are strong, we are brave, and we always hold our heads high...... We enjoy the happiness that belongs to us...... We, forever, will never forget the ...... that belongs to us Happy ......"

This is the folk song that belongs to the town, everyone can sing it, everyone loves to sing it. Whether in life or in the stands, people in the small town will unconsciously sing this ballad with simple lyrics and tunes, which represents optimism, firmness, and the faint warmth of Villarreal, a small seaside city and a big family.

But when Fan Bizhuang sang this ballad alone, when his faint voice lingered in everyone's ears, everyone was a little at a loss - warm? Optimism? Or is it loneliness, vicissitudes, or ...... Unspeakable loneliness?

Except for a few people, no one knew why Fan Bizhuang sang this song at this time, and they didn't know why his voice contained so many complex emotions.

They didn't think much of it either, because Riquelme was already singing along.

Then there are Nihat, Rossi, Cazorla...... In the end, not only the coaches joined in, but even the drivers with big bellies sang along.

With the addition of everyone, the singing is getting louder and louder, and this song is no longer the meaning when Fan Bizhuang sang alone before, but began to become warm and optimistic, just like every time the fans sang in the stands, people have infinite power in the faint warmth.

Fan Bizhuang's voice became smaller and smaller, although his lips were still moving, but even Riquelme, who was closest to him, gradually couldn't hear what was singing in his mouth anymore, he just saw that the young man's cheeks had been cast back to the window, and on his face, two unclear tear stains quietly appeared......

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St. Moyse's Stadium, by the end of the 90-minute game, has turned into a sea of joy.

On the electronic scoreboard on the sidelines, the bright red 0:3 is clearly displayed, with the home team in front and the away team in the back.

If you just look at this score, people who don't know may think that the brains of Mallorca fans are broken, because on their own turf, they were beaten 0:3 by their opponents, but they are still as excited as if they won the lottery.

But that's just the way it is, Mallorca's fans, including the home players, coaches, and staff on the pitch, are cheering with emotion.

The reason is simple, Mallorca, who are struggling on the edge of the relegation zone, if they cannot win this game against Villarreal, then they are likely to be completely transferred to the relegation zone, which is like a dark abyss.

But in this world, some things are so wonderful, this game, Mallorca was beaten by Villarreal without a fight, and finally lost the game 0:3, it stands to reason that this should be the most painful moment at the San Mois Stadium, but the news came from another stadium, which instantly turned this place from hell to heaven, Mallorca's biggest rival Real Betis, who only needed a draw to succeed in relegation, was reversed at home by the desireless Almeria 1:2, In this way, even if Mallorca loses the game, they will also succeed in relegation.

From great sorrow to great joy, there is only a thin line between hell and heaven, and the most amazing and lamentable fate in the football world is nothing more than that.

Compared with Mallorca, who lost the game but was still ecstatic, Villarreal, who won the game, was like an eggplant beaten by frost, and everyone had a deep sense of loss on their faces. Not only them, but even the more than 1,000 away fans in the stands who followed the team were full of disappointment and gloom, and some even cried.

On the other pitch, Atletico Madrid also won with three points, as they comfortably beat visiting Malaga 2-0 at home.

This means that the race for the top four in the league has been settled, and Villarreal has been fixed in fifth place in the league.

Mallorca lost the game but won the chance to stay in the top flight next season.

Villarreal got the three points, but the final result was still out of the Champions League next season.

Such a fate is really embarrassing, and no one can say what the outcome will be.

"It's over! The game is over!! The final round of matches in this season's Spanish Primera Liga is over! ”

"Congratulations to Villarreal on their final victory, although they unfortunately didn't get back into the top four of the league, they have been outstanding all season! I believe that next season, in the Europa League, Villarreal will stand out from the crowd! Let a strong team with the strength to reach the knockout stage of the Champions League play in the UEFA Cup, Villarreal may be suspected of bullying! ”

'Congratulations to Mallorca as well, because despite their loss, they will be able to stay in the top flight next season and that's the most important thing.

"All in all, thank you to both teams for this wonderful closing game for all the fans, the league is over and it ended perfectly...... See you next season! ”

Mixed with the noise in the sky, cheers, shouts, and sobs, Fan Bizhuang, who had been standing, finally saw a fluctuation of loss and pain in his eyes, so he squatted directly on the ground, looked at the Mallorca players coldly, and shouted and celebrated like madness.

It occurred to him that at this time last year, he and his team-mates, as well as the fans in the small town, were also celebrating like this, celebrating their Champions League qualification next season.

Now, however, Villarreal can only play in the UEFA Cup.

As for himself, it is likely that he will never have the opportunity to go to the Champions League together with the team he loves so much, the city.

Fan Bizhuang suddenly wanted to cry, but he finally held back the sourness on the bridge of his nose. He's cried enough with summer just around the corner, and he doesn't want his team-mates and fans who have always supported him to see him weak before leaving – even though no one knows that he's already decided to leave at this time.

"When the sun shines on the sea, when the sea breeze blows through the town...... We, forever, will never forget the ...... that belongs to us Happy ......"

When the last line of the lyrics was sung, Fan Bizhuang had already gotten up and walked to the sidelines, and together with his teammates, he bowed in the direction of the away team's fan stands, but his voice was as light as a mosquito.

"I will not forget the ...... that this place brought me Happy! ”

"Goodbye, Kojo!"

"Goodbye, Villarreal!"

When I looked back, there was still a lot of noise in the stands, some fans were leaving, some fans were still applauding and shouting, Fan Bizhuang saw Rossi holding back tears and hugging Nichardt's arm, he also saw Fran standing in place unwillingly, and Godin, he was still so calm, but there was also loss in his eyes......

Fan Bizhuang shook his head and turned around.

"Goodbye, my fellows!"