Chapter 98 My son is a genius

For Matthias Fernandez, Madrid may not be the Spanish city he is most familiar with, but it is definitely more familiar than London.

When he was still playing for Villarreal, he had to come here at least three times a season - visiting Real Madrid's Bernabeu Stadium, Atletico Madrid's Calderon Stadium, and Getafe's Perez Stadium.

Maybe in another season, London will take over Madrid's position, because he has to go to London at least five times a season...

"Yellow Submarine" Villarreal has been a direct competitor of Real Madrid and Atletico Madrid in recent seasons, so every time I visit the stadium of the above two teams, the voice Fernandez is most used to hearing is the booing of home fans. But since he came to England, he found that the booing of Spanish fans is nothing - the craziest fans in the world must be from England!

After getting off the plane, the Forest was interviewed by the media. When Fernandez was asked, "How does it feel to return to Spain?", he smiled and replied, "I feel like I haven't left Spain yet, it seems like another away game."

Here, the reporters asked questions not in English that he didn't understand, but in familiar Spanish. He also answered questions in Spanish, chatted and laughed with the reporters, and was not as reserved as he was in England.

Donn noticed this, and he hoped that this performance would help Fernandez play to his high level.

A reporter asked a question that made Fernandez slightly embarrassed: "You have not performed well so far after transferring to Nottingham Forest. Some British media said that you are a parallel product during the summer transfer period. What do you think about this matter?"

The expression on Fernandez's face froze. He was stunned for a while before saying: "I'm working hard to adapt to the style of Premier League games..."

"Have you ever thought that transferring to Nottingham Forest was a mistake? In fact, Villarreal can also guarantee to participate in the Champions League..." Last season, Fernandez made his last contribution before leaving Villarreal, which was to use his own assist to help the team squeeze out Valencia in the last round of the game and successfully advance to the Champions League qualifiers.

This time Fernandez didn't be polite to him: "I want to win the championship, and I think Nottingham Forest can do that."

After saying that, he lowered his head and walked out of the reporters' encirclement and boarded the bus that had been waiting outside for a long time.

These reporters went to ask Tang En, who was walking at the end of the team, and asked him to talk about his outlook on the outcome of the game.

Tang En didn't give them a good look: "What are you looking forward to? The game has not started yet, how do I know what the final result is? If I win, I say I lose, but if I lose, I say I win? Before the game, I will not talk about the results and tactics. You are Spanish journalists, don't you know my rules?"

In addition to his usual disgust for the media, he must now act cautiously.

After all, he was away, facing a team that had never fought before. He knew much less about this team than their city rivals.

After saying that, he ignored the unfriendly gazes of the Spanish journalists and followed the team into the car.

The car door slowly closed and left.

The hotel where the team stays is in Madrid's south city, not far from Calderon Stadium. Upstairs, you can see the quietly flowing Manzalez River through the windows. The banks of the river are low houses and narrow streets.

This is the old city of Madrid, where all kinds of handicraftsmen and workers live together. The houses here seem very old compared to those in the North City, but not dilapidated. Almost all the people living here are Atletico Madrid fans. The environment and supporters have created the civilian team of Atletico Madrid, so they are incompatible with Real Madrid, a powerful figure symbolizing the government.

From this point of view, Tony Donn's Nottingham Forest and Atletico Madrid may still feel a little intimate. But now they are opponents, so they have to put aside these boring emotions.

While doing training at Calderon in the field these two days, Tang En found a Chinese restaurant next to him. The name was very interesting. So he took Tang to eat it specially.

Of course the taste is not authentic, but the price is very cheap. And the most important thing is that the name is particularly good - "Liangshanbo".

"Liangshanbo" and "Robin Hood" can almost be regarded as synonyms. Tang En felt that if he opened such a Chinese restaurant next to the city court, he would definitely visit him frequently.

The "League of Liangshan" from England made a big fuss in Calderon!

Good luck!

When Tony Donn led the team to train at the Calderon Stadium in Madrid, Van Nistruy, who stayed in England, stood in front of Gareth Bale's ward with flowers, but he did not rush to knock because he heard a noise from inside. After hearing clearly that it was Bale's quarrel with his short and fat father, the Dutch smartly chose to avoid it - he turned around and walked downstairs. It was not until he saw Bale's father angrily coming out of the elevator that he went up the stairs.

Then he knocked on the door of Bell's ward.

"The only two of us in the team don't have to go to Spain." Van Nistruy smiled and handed the bouquet to Bale. "I went to Wilford, and the first team's training ground was empty. So I'll see you."

Bale was in a bad mood, which was very obvious. On the one hand, it was because he had a fight with his father just now. On the other hand,... In the past, he was a player who paid great attention to appearance. He could not bring anything in his bag he carried with him in the away game, but a comb and a mirror are indispensable. He always fiddled with his hairstyle, hoping to attract beautiful girls.

But now he even has a beard on his lips and chin, and his hair is messy and sticks to his scalp, which is very ugly.

"You can train with the reserve team." Bell took over the flower. Although he had a bad time with his father just now, he still kept polite to his respected seniors. "Thank you. Luther."

"Ha. My injury has not healed yet. I went to the gym for a while to do strength exercises and left." Van Nistruy smiled. Try to ease the air that had just clashed in this room.

Bale turned his eyes to Van Nistruy's right knee. He was also injured. He felt a little strange: "Isn't the surgery very successful? You can also play..."

"Success is success, and being able to play games means being able to play games." Fanny smiled, "But I am already thirty-four years old after all, and my physical function is not as good as before. Such injuries are too serious for me at this age. And I have also suffered a serious injury here."

The topic naturally changed to injury.

"I was only twenty-four years old at that time, and everyone outside said that I would say goodbye to professional football. But I didn't believe in evil, so I insisted on returning to the stadium, and I succeeded. Then I joined Manchester United. "Van Nisstruy smiled and told Bale about his past. "You are younger than me at that time. Little monkey. You will definitely recover better than me."

Speaking of this, Bell lowered his head and looked at his knee: "But I was injured without any impact. My knee was worried about..."

"There's nothing to worry about, just an accident." Van Nistrui reached out and patted his right knee gently. "Of course I'll blame you for your injury this time, but not your body, but your mentality. I noticed that you were a little absent-minded when you warmed up before that game? Did you meet any pretty girl at the captain's party?"

Bale scratched his head: "No.   I was thinking about the Champions League at that time.  The league opponents are always familiar faces, and I really can't get excited..."

"So your warm-up quality is too low. Your body has not moved yet. When you start, you do such a fierce change of direction. Of course, your knees can't stand it. It's not a steel part. You can do whatever you want. In fact, it's very fragile."

Van Nistruy took his hand back and pressed it on his knee.

"As a professional player, you have to love them. If you don't love them, they will make you suffer. Bale. Your career is quite smooth, so you don't know how to cherish some things, and now you have suffered. Injury is certainly not a good thing, but you have to see positive things from it... This time the injury will make you understand a lot of things."

Bell nodded. He thought he had already understood something.

"So, you can't sink into it just because of a serious injury. Look at those big stars, who have never suffered major injuries? But why did they succeed in the end?"

"I think I understand, thank you, Luther." Bell raised his head and thanked Van Nystruey with gratitude.

The first few days of injury were the most difficult days for him. Many thoughts flashed through his mind, and good or bad things filled him, making him almost unable to think. His mood also became very bad.

I just quarreled with my dad because of this.

His father comforted him that it was no big deal. His reason was that "my son is a genius." But he glared at him and said that his father had never experienced such a thing at all, and of course he felt that "it's no big deal". People who have never experienced it will not understand his feelings, so they are not qualified to say anything to him. What's the use of genius? He has been annoyed when he heard this sentence since he was a child. No matter how genius is, he is still lying on the bed. Like a poor worm?

His father was so angry that his lips trembled, and he didn't know how to refute him. In the end, he had to slam the door and leave him alone in the bed and sulk.

For Bell, who firmly believes that "only those who share the same illness can understand their feelings", it is really time for Van Nistruy to come. A person with personal experience can say a word that others say is worth a hundred words because it will resonate.

Van Nystrueben wanted to say, "Don't thank me, thank the boss if you want to thank me. He asked me to come to see you."

But he remembered the quarrel between the father and son just now. Almost no one on the team didn't know what kind of person Gareth Belldi's father was. The most impressive thing about him was the habit of always talking about "my son is a genius", but no one would laugh at him because his son is indeed a genius.

As a father, Van Nestrui felt that he needed to help the father and son get back together, so... Boss, you sacrifice yourself!

"Don't thank me, if you want to thank you, thank your father. He called me to come. He knew that I had a good relationship with you. But he didn't let me tell you, you know, as a father, you have some good face... but I think it's necessary to tell you. Only your parents in this world are the ones who will definitely be good for you." Speaking of this, he put his index finger on his lips and blinked: "But don't betray me, little monkey."

Bell nodded vigorously.   He suddenly felt guilty about having a big fight with his father just now.

"Remember to recover from the wounds, don't think about anything. If you come back, the boss will not know how happy it will be." Van Nystruey was afraid that Bell's father would be back again. In that case, the lie he had carefully woven just now would be exposed, so he patted Bell on the shoulder and said goodbye.

Before leaving, I looked at Bell again and there was already a light. The task assigned to him by the boss was completed, and it was even more than completed.

When he came out, he chose to take the stairs because he was afraid of meeting Bell's father in the elevator. Sure enough, after walking down the stairs, he saw the fat man who was short of others in the crowd waiting to enter the elevator.

He was holding a packaging box from a nearby fast food restaurant in his hand, and obviously went to buy food for his son.

Thinking of his angry look when he rushed out of the elevator, and looking at what he was holding now, Fanny shook his head - Father...

Put on his sunglasses, buckle his hat, and put up the collar of his clothes. Van Nistrui slid out of the wall with his neck shrank. He came openly when he came, and did not want to cause a commotion when he left, which attracted Bell's father's attention.

Bell was fiddling with the flowers sent by Van Nistruei, and his father pushed the door open and entered. He was stunned when he saw the bouquet in Bell's hand: "Who gave it?"

When Bell saw what his father was in his hand, he was stunned for a moment: "Uh...a friend." He couldn't betray his teammates!

Dad came over, put the lunch box in his hand on the bedside table, and took the bouquet of flowers: "I'll put it in for you."

Bell did not express his objection. The two felt a little embarrassed, but they were no longer as strong as before.

After putting flowers in, Dad walked back and looked at the bag of things on the table, not knowing how to speak.

Bell suddenly said, "I'm hungry, dad."

"Ah! Just so happen, I bought you something to eat!" Dad felt relieved. He opened the packaging, "Do you want me to feed you, Gareth?"

Bell curled his lips: "I was hurting my knees, not my hands, Dad. Besides, I'm not a three-year-old, I have to feed people..."

"Hehe!" Dad handed the lunch box to his son with a little embarrassed expression, sat aside and helped him peel the fruit.

"I decided to go to the United States for surgery, dad."

"Okay! Early surgery and early recovery!"

"Recover early? How can there be such a good thing?"

"My son is a genius!"
Chapter completed!