Chapter 29 Chapter 29 Conflict on the Field
After the game, Leandri called Nacho and two other members of the defense team to have dinner together as promised. He chose a restaurant that his father often took him to. He generously said that he would treat them and told his friends not to be polite to him.
The four of them made a noise in the private room that Karl Lagerfeld had reserved all year round, and then rolled up their sleeves to fight the rich man.
Originally, Leandri's youth training contract had always been handled by the old man. Although his father was a businessman, he could still distinguish between public and private affairs. The youth training contract Leandri got was in line with his worth, neither too high nor too low. No one could use this to accuse the Perez family of abusing their power for personal gain. But since the old man resigned, Leandri was referred to Castilla at an early stage, and the old man chose a new agent for his youngest son.
Gines Carvajal.
He is also the agent of first-team players such as Raul and Casillas. He plays an important role in the current Spanish football scene and has a wide network of connections.
Ever since Leandri started competing with Adán for the starting position, the Spanish agent proposed to Real Madrid to replace his youth training contract with a new one that better suits his actual situation, so Leandri's current salary is the highest in the defense team.
Leandri keeps his own salary from youth training by himself, and the old man has always doted on his youngest son. He doesn't worry at all that the little boy will be dazzled by the colorful world outside. He has never let Leandri suffer from financial difficulties since he was a child. The secondary card was thrown directly in front of him. Although he didn't say anything, the old man's reflective lenses seemed to show a subtitle: Son, Dad has money, buy whatever you want, and ask Dad for more if it's not enough!
Being raised in luxury by his father and receiving a relatively high salary from youth training, Ryan was naturally the richest man among them. On special days when they went to nicer places for dinner, Ryan would take the initiative to pay. For more affordable items, the three friends would chip in, and Ryan would occasionally compete with them to pay the bill, which balanced the bill. They had never had any disputes over money.
How much can a 17-year-old athlete eat?
Just look at how fast the waiter's hands are when he writes down the menu. Carvajal and Vazquez's mouths are like machine guns. Nacho looks at the menu over and over again, picking out a few foods he can eat. Diabetes requires him to always maintain scientific and disciplined eating habits.
While waiting for the meal, several people were still talking about Castilla's game today. Nacho's face turned pink when he was praised by the other three little cuties, and he felt shy and proud.
Leandri went to the bathroom halfway through the process and walked to the decorated doorpost, where he happened to see Calderon and Mijatovic walking out of another box.
Leandri stood where he was and didn't rush forward to greet the two men. He was surprised that the two people who were at loggerheads in the newspaper this morning were having dinner together harmoniously in the evening.
Before he could think twice, Leandri saw the waiter coming with the card and handing it back to Calderon. He was sure of his good eyesight. Although it was partially blocked by the waiter's fingers, the card was printed with the Real Madrid team logo and nine championship trophies. He would never make a mistake.
Florentino had shown this official card to him when he was just elected, and he spoke to Leandri with great anticipation, saying that perhaps Real Madrid would have so many Champions League trophies in the future that this card would not be able to print all of them.
Leandri was very impressed by this. Only the president of Real Madrid can own it, and it pays for the expenses of Real Madrid's operation and transfers.
At this time, another waiter came over with two bags, and the strong aroma of coffee immediately filled the air and entered Leandri's nose.
Leandri left quietly without being noticed by the two men.
When he returned to the table, most of what they ordered had been served. Ryan took out his cell phone, took a picture of the food on the table and sent it to his distant German netizen.
Facebook had already started to stir up some waves by this time, and he had exchanged accounts with the two brothers.
A dialog box named Tony pops up: Are there a lot of you?
Leandri: Having dinner with some good teammates. When will you come to Spain to play? I'll be your tour guide.
Tony: It’s not certain yet, there are still games in the summer break.
Leandri: It depends on your time. Contact me when you are free. I don’t know what the grouping will be like in the summer. I hope we will meet in the final.
The two were talking about the U-17 World Cup held in South Korea this summer, which is a world competition for national teams under the age of 17. As the main players of the Spanish and German U17 teams, it is only natural that the two will travel to Asia this summer to compete for the championship.
Leandri picked up the beef in the salad with a fork and just put it to his mouth when his cell phone rang with a message.
Tony: I won't lose to you this time.
Leander bit the beef with his teeth to prevent the fork from falling, and pressed letters on his BlackBerry with both hands: Don't even think about it, I definitely won't let you score a goal!
Seeing Leandri replying to the message with a fork in his mouth, Vasquez became curious and asked, "Are you finally chatting with a girl?"
Carvajal also came over and asked, "What does she look like? Where is she from?"
Leandri pushed Carvajal's head back with one hand, "What girl? Don't talk nonsense. It's the German friend, the Toni Kroos I told you about before."
When they heard that there was nothing to eat, they immediately turned their attention back to their plates.
In mid-March, Castilla went away to challenge Murcia again. Last time they didn't get any benefits at the Di Stefano Stadium and left in disgrace, but today they gave a warning at the beginning of the game.
When Arbeloa, as the captain on the field, shook hands with the captain of the opposing team, he was sneered at by the opponent, and the fingers that Arbeloa had just bent froze in mid-air.
Although they immediately went to complain to the referee, this was Murcia's home court after all, and the referee team did not expect a conflict to occur before the game started, and did not pay any attention to the situation of the two people.
The Spanish Second Division games are actually quite tense, especially when this "commoner" team plays against the "real" Castilla, so when the whistle sounds, hostility begins to grow in everyone's eyes.
Just after the first half, Negredo was roughly brought down in front of the penalty area. He was dribbling the ball and was still maintaining a good athletic posture when he was blocked by two opposing defenders. As a result, he was grabbed by the waist and pulled down by the angry defender.
Negredo relies more on his physical fitness when playing football. Today, he was directly stopped during the game, which shows how much effort the opponent used.
The referee gave a free kick in a good position, Parejo and Uncle Mata cooperated, but unfortunately it was confiscated by the goalkeeper who was eyeing it eagerly.
The score was still 0-0 until the end of the first half. The fans in the stands thought that the outcome would be decided in the next 45 minutes, but suddenly they found that everyone's eyes were focused on the court again.
Mata lay on the grass, hunched over, holding his ankle with one hand, with an expression of unbearable pain on his face.
Arbeloa rushed over and started shoving the player who committed the foul, and both sides' tempers became increasingly out of control. Before Leandri ran from the front of the goal, the referee separated the two sides in time, took out a yellow card from his pocket and flashed it on the forehead of the player who kicked the ball hard and the tofu brother who took the initiative.
The dark-skinned man was still pretending to be aggrieved, but unfortunately he could not win the sympathy of the referee at all, "I saw you were going for his ankle, and you didn't retract your foot!"
If Mata had not dodged in time, he would have been seriously injured in Castilla.
Don’t always think that everyone in the arena puts friendship first and competition second. In fact, there are many players who have not received proper education and their behavior is not correct.
The team doctor came in and checked that there was nothing serious. Not long after Castilla kicked the ball, the referee ended the first half.
I thought the two yellow cards would calm the tempers of both sides, but the dispute broke out again not long after the start of the second half, and this time the center of the vortex was in front of the goal guarded by Leandri.
The opponent's forward forced a shot near the penalty spot against Nacho, but was blocked by Leandri with one hand. Another forward who came up to grab the point quickly raised his leg to make a follow-up shot, but was caught by Leandri again.
As a result, the striker, for some unknown reason, kicked the ball again when Leandri had already grabbed the ball and was about to stand up!
The ball was held firmly by Leandri without moving, but the opponent's studs scratched the end of Leandri's eyebrow, and fine beads of blood soon seeped out of his skin.
Which goalkeeper would not lose his temper after being violated like this in front of the goal? Leandri didn't care whether he was injured or not and just got up from the ground. His left hand still held the ball tightly and his right hand grabbed the opponent's collar.
"What do you want to do? Fight?"
Leandri is usually well-behaved, but he will show a little temper with people he is familiar with, which makes those who like him smile knowingly and love him even more. But at this moment, Ryan was so angry that he was about to pick someone up with one hand. It was impossible to imagine that he was labeled as "sensible" and "friendly".
The Murcia player next to him didn't know what exactly happened. From his perspective, he could only see his teammate being threatened by the Castilla goalkeeper. He ran over cursing and happened to meet the gloomy-faced Leandri.
Players from both sides gathered around again, and the third conflict occurred on the court.
The referee blew the whistle and ran over to stop the game, which just allowed Leandri to let go of the ball in his left hand. He grabbed the opponent's collar with both hands and refused to let go no matter how others tried to dissuade him.
"Are you kicking the ball or the person?" Leandri asked the obviously frightened striker word by word.
The referee also tried to separate the two, but failed to push the angry Leandri. Nacho grabbed his arm and whispered, "Leandri! Leandri! It's okay, this is his problem, but you have to let go, or you will get a card too!"
Xavi Garcia and Arbeloa were confronting other Murcia players. Seeing that the referee was impatiently about to take out a card, Callejon hurried over, pretending to persuade Ryan but actually pressed down the referee's hand and secretly winked at Leandri.
He finally let go of his hand after being persuaded by his two good teammates, only to see that the striker's wrinkled collar was torn into several pieces. Leandri and his teammates surrounded the referee to put pressure on him and deliberately violated the goalkeeper in the penalty area. Shouldn't he be penalized for this?
The referee was really lenient in his enforcement of the game. Probably considering the fact that Murcia was playing at home, he gave the striker a yellow card despite the pressure and also warned Leandri, who had a bloodstain on his head, to be more careful in his actions on the court.
The game ended in a 0-0 draw.
Leandri was still angry when he returned to Madrid. Maria saw that he had a wound on the end of his eyebrow and disinfected him again out of concern.
Just as I was grimacing due to the alcohol, my cell phone rang.
Tony: I won the game today and scored a goal.
Leandri pressed the buttons on his phone hard and replied: I got into a fight during today's match and got my face disfigured!
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