Molina was not a very successful scout, although he always considered himself to be a very professional with a keen and unique eye. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But in fact, to date, he has not found even a single player worthy of praise for the club. He has been a full-time scout for almost two decades and has recommended a number of young players to the club who he sees as promising and talented.

However, the results were not very good, and few of the players he recommended were accepted by the club, and even if they did, these young players quickly disappeared from the crowd, not to mention gaining a foothold in the club's first team, in fact, there were not even a few players who were promoted to the first team, and most of them either went to the lower divisions to get by, or struggled in the amateur league. What's more, football is no longer played.

In the Spanish scouting circle, Molina is also a little famous, but this name is not a good name, he has a nickname called "Detective Molina", which is the most direct ridicule of his peers for his lack of achievement in more than ten years.

Molina had questioned whether he was really suited for the scouting job, but he had a genuine love for football and he didn't know what he could do other than scour around for players, so he persevered. This insistence is that for nearly twenty years, Molina is a devout Christian, and he has always believed that his efforts will surely move God Almighty, and that he will one day be able to discover a true genius.

When his "genius" soared into the sky, it was when he slapped all his peers in the face!

And now, Molina felt that the "genius" that belonged to him had come to him.

Even though he had only watched the opponent's performance in one match, the feeling was incomparably strong. A voice in his body kept roaring, repeatedly telling him that this person was the "genius" he had been looking for, a real genius!

Although the communication with Fan Bizhuang was not smooth, and it can even be said that there was no communication at all, because in the face of his invitation, Fan Bizhuang just indifferently threw him a sentence of "no interest", but Molina did not intend to give up, and he even had a faint feeling of excitement in his heart.

Real geniuses all have their own maverick personalities, and Fan Bizhuang in front of him, isn't that exactly like this?

Molina forced himself to contain his excitement, and he decided that he would stay at Barcelona for the rest of the year, and that he would observe Van Bizhuang more, and record everything about him, and then compile it into a book and send it back to the club.

"I have to speed up the work, now Fan has not been seen by more people, this is the best time!"

Molina took out a silver-white mobile phone from his pocket, which recorded Fan Bizhuang's performance in this match, and he decided to copy the video and watch it carefully several times to sort out the strengths and strengths of the other party.

He felt that one game was not enough to say anything, so he recorded one, two, many!

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"What is that guy looking for from you? What did he say? ”

When Fan Bizhuang walked through the sidelines with a few pieces of training equipment, he found that Villanova had not left, he walked in front of Fan Bizhuang and questioned him with a very serious expression.

Vilanova knew the guy and he had some impressions of the middle-aged man who had appeared in the stands at the Camp Nou a few months ago, and he knew that he was a scout. So this easily made him have some bad associations, maybe the other party found Fan Bizhuang and wanted to poach him?

A professional scout approached a player, even though they might know each other, but Vilanova didn't think that the other person was just coming over for a chat.

Villanova is very worried, Fan Bizhuang is a player he has cultivated, he has put a lot of effort and energy, he doesn't want to be the fruit of his hard work is to make a wedding dress for others. As a football coach, he naturally wants to see his disciples develop in the future, be able to play professional football, and become a good player, but it depends on who plays for them.

In his opinion, Van Bizhuang is part of La Masia, and if this guy can become a professional player in the future, it can only play for Barcelona.

This kind of thinking is a bit extreme, but it is human nature, just like a father to his son, his own son, must follow his own footsteps, according to his own will to carry out life, and the son grows up, wants to see the outside world, and begins to go against the father's will, which will make the father feel uncomfortable and frustrated.

Vilanova is like this father, if possible, he wants Van Bizhuang to contribute to the great club of Barcelona, and his attitude is naturally deeply defensive against outsiders who may lure his children away.

Fan Bizhuang stopped, his eyes were fixed on his assistant coach, and Vilanova did not move an inch, his eyes were also focused and stern on the opponent's cheek.

"I don't know."

Fan Bizhuang retracted his gaze, dropped a sentence lightly, glanced at Enrique, who was playing and teasing with the Spring Festival not far away, and walked away with the training equipment.

Behind him, Villanova's expression was mixed, with anger, worry, and confusion.

Enrique walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Tito."

Villanova turned around, only to find his friend looking at Fan Bizhuang's back in a daze.

It took a long time for Enrique to turn his head and shake his head at his assistant.

"Your questioning is too much."

Before Villanova could open his mouth to retort, Enrique waved his hand again.

"Fan, like you, has a cold outward appearance, but has a sensitive and fragile heart." Enrique said, looking at Villanova more like he was talking to himself, "You may have hurt his feelings for you." Tito, I understand what you think, but the world is like this, everyone has their own independent thoughts, they have their own choices, they have their own path, they can decide how they should live their lives. Can you guarantee that staying will be better than leaving? ”

Villanova fell silent, his brow furrowed, as if thinking about something.

"I know Pham and he is a very assertive person, he thinks for himself and decides what he should do in the future. Moreover, you should believe him, who is now, is still a member of La Masia, or your child. ”

Villanova still didn't speak, and Enrique didn't bother him, turning around and continuing to play with the Spring Festival.

After a long time, Fan Bizhuang was back on the sidelines. He crouched on the ground, tied a soccer ball to both legs, and beckoned into the distance.

"Spring Festival, gone."

"Whew!"

The Spring Festival responded with a low groan and ran over excitedly.

"What a ruthless and unrighteous dog, we're old friends anyway, why don't you have to say goodbye to me when we say goodbye?"

Enrique shouted helplessly, and in response to his disdainful look at the Spring Festival, he turned around, his big tail wagging like a broom, and the meaning of the teasing was obvious.

Enrique could only shake his head in frustration and smile bitterly.

Fan Bizhuang patted Chunqiu's head and nodded to the head coach from afar: "Goodbye, Mr. Enrique." ”

"You did a great job today, so, see you tomorrow, Fan, and I'm looking forward to your better performances."

Fan Bizhuang nodded and turned around, seeing Villanova still standing silently, just staring at him tightly.

After hesitating for a moment, Fan Bizhuang still greeted him and said goodbye: "Goodbye, Coach Villanova." ”

After taking two steps, Fan Bizhuang turned his head again: "He asked me if I was interested in talking, and I said I was not interested." ”

After saying this, Fan Bizhuang left without looking back.

Villanova had an apologetic look on his face, and he wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't stop the other party.

A hand was on his shoulder again, and Enrique still had a familiar smile on his cheek.

"You treat Fan as your child, why doesn't he treat you as a friend or a relative? So Tito, if you are really good for him, then you should think about him from his point of view. Alright, man, don't worry about it. Remember, everyone has their own choices and they have the right to decide their own lives. ”

Enrique patted his friend on the shoulder, whistled, and left.

Villanova was left alone in the empty training ground, with a cool night breeze blowing, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.