Chapter 5 Chapter 5 I'll wait for you to grab a seat
Eto'o would come to practice with Leandri every now and then. He liked this young talent from the youth training very much. Apart from anything else, the fact that he was very strong was enough for Eto'o to sacrifice his time to play with him after training.
Leandri also happened to practice extra with him to avoid being urged by the system to work hard.
But Eto'o couldn't come today as he was injured in training.
Leandri didn't even know about this until he heard the coach talking the next day. Out of concern, he found out which hospital Eto'o was in and went to see him immediately.
The Cameroonian player was lying on the hospital bed with an expressionless face, not knowing what he was thinking. When he heard a knock on the door, he found Leandri standing at the door.
"Why are you here?" Eto'o perked up. Leandri was the first person to see him.
"I heard you were injured. How are you?" Leandri walked in with his bag on his back and sat down on the stool in the ward. "You are my good friend. Of course I care about you."
On the one hand, Leandri really likes this future world-class center forward who often trains with him. On the other hand, he also hopes that the bond between the two of them will ease the breakup between Eto'o and Real Madrid in the future.
"It's not a serious injury. I can return to training after two weeks of rest." Eto'o smiled with his white teeth, but then he thought of something and his mood became depressed again.
"Camacho doesn't like me. I thought I would have a chance to play if the coach changed to Mr. Hiddink, but I haven't played in an official match until now. When I recover from this injury, maybe everyone will forget who I am."
Camacho was fired after only 21 days in charge of Real Madrid in the 1998-1999 season, setting a record for the fastest dismissal of a Galactico coach. Then the magical coach Hiddink quickly stepped in to save the day.
Leandri thought for a moment and said, "Real Madrid fans are the most strict. Mr. Hiddink has only been in office for a short time. He doesn't dare to take the risk of training new players at this time. In another way, this is also protecting you."
"Are you really only eight years old?" Eto'o felt that Leandri was too smart, with quick reactions and deep thoughts.
"Don't you know that I am a famous genius in Rosales?!" Leandri raised his handsome face and smiled at Eto'o.
"Don't worry, Samuel. Take good care of your injuries and concentrate on training when you return. Maybe everyone will accept you soon!"
"Aha, I will definitely be the best striker in the first team. Maybe I can even wait for you to join the first team. Then I will protect you in the locker room!" The young and inexperienced Eto'o was still very innocent and easy to coax.
Ryan is really busy. He has to divide his time among many people every day.
Ever since Casillas asked Leandro to help him with his homework last time and received praise for the first time in a long time, and also after hearing about Leandro's amazing learning talent in school, he went to see Leandro every day, under the pretext of "goalkeeper exchanges", and boldly threw the homework that he was not interested in to Leandro.
Leandri scolded Casillas for being a rude person, "If you don't do your homework, you won't be able to graduate!"
"When it comes to studying, it's enough to just do it well enough." Casillas didn't let Leandri work for nothing. He would help him clean up when Leandri started writing.
Ryan is good at everything, but he seems to have no talent for organization. Every time he packs his training bag, he just rolls everything up and throws it in at once.
Casillas, who saw this kind of operation for the first time, couldn't stand it at all and just grabbed it.
"Aren't you studying in an aristocratic school? Shouldn't you be neat and tidy like a gentleman? Why are you cramming everything so haphazardly?" Although he said that, Casillas, despite being injured, unconsciously helped Leandri sort out his things.
"You're so annoying. You say the same things my dad says to me." Leandri retorted.
"Then call me daddy."
Leandri looked at Casillas meaningfully. He said, "No wonder my father sold you in the previous life." Then he opened his mouth and spit out trash talk, "You are not my father, you look like my mother."
"Igor, what are you doing?" Guti's voice made the two men look up. Behind Raul and Morientes, who were arm in arm, was the lonely No. 14.
"You actually let Ryan help you with your homework?" Morientes noticed the highlight.
"You are a bully!" Guti's wolf hair seemed to be about to explode.
Guti is a typical Madridist, with a hot temper. Despite his thin body, he often relies on his temper to fight with all kinds of strong men on the court. When he first met Raul, who was born in Atletico Madrid's youth training, he said, "Atletico boy, go back!"
Although he knew Casillas over the years that he would not do anything to bully children, the situation before him still made him feel that Casillas was bullying.
Leandri looked up from his homework and spoke slowly, "See? Where there is oppression, there is resistance!"
"Can you do these?" Raul was a little stupid in studying, but he still asked when he saw that the homework book was already full.
"I really don't understand why Igor doesn't even know these. It's obviously very simple." I just want to hurt your hearts!
All four people present were shot and died suddenly.
"You should call Igor brother." Morientes said gently.
"No way! I will have to snatch the starting goalkeeper position from him in the future." Leandri looked proud.
"Wait for you to come and grab it, I can play until I am 40!" Casillas laughed.
Leandri recalled the highlights of famous one-on-one scenes he had seen in his previous life, Robben's revenge and Casillas' devastated performance. Although there is so much noise now, he actually really likes Casillas and can't bear to see Casillas fall from the altar so tragically.
"The future world's best goalkeeper, you must protect Real Madrid and wait for me to take over."
Casillas rubs Leandri's head.
The 17-year-old boy actually doesn’t know what his future will be like. When will he be selected to the first team? When will he make his first appearance for Real Madrid? When will he become the main goalkeeper of Real Madrid? When will he be able to save the team from collapse? If he wants to be more hopeful, will he have the chance to wear the captain’s armband of Real Madrid?
Although I am full of ambition and ambition now, I still can't see the road ahead clearly. At this time, his juniors solemnly told him that he would become the best goalkeeper in the world and the most solid guardian of Real Madrid.
Casillas has begun to hypnotize himself. He didn't even realize that if he really followed Leandri's script, Leandri would definitely strip him of the captain's armband, snatch his starting position, and drive him to the water dispenser to rot.
Therefore, we must be rational, sober, and less self-satisfied!
From the scorching summer to the beginning of the chilly November, Leandri's talent was gradually brought into play through scientific and diligent training and occasional encouragement from the system.
The system would always nag him early in the morning about the importance of early morning planning, waking him up for a morning run; when he was exhausted from training, it would suddenly appear and tell him that he must maintain standard movements; when he occasionally fell into a period of fatigue, it would threaten him with [Starting the power system] to make him honestly repeat the boring basic skills.
But if he trained well and Leandri didn't call him, the prince's tutor would be like disappeared.
Over the past few months, his physical fitness has improved. Although he still has obvious shortcomings in defending high balls and initiating attacks, his coach has begun to develop a targeted training plan for him.
Currently, Real Madrid's first team includes Hierro, Redondo, Raul, Guti, Morientes and others. No matter what the future holds, they are all working hard to achieve Real Madrid's dynasty revival.
Real Madrid is on the right track. The sky for Real Madrid children is still pure white. They don’t have to worry about anything. They just need to play football peacefully and grow up happily.
On peaceful days, Leandri would still be called by Eric to accompany him in the studio.
Although Eric still has a bad temper and unstable emotions, Leandri already has a strong heart.
The younger the bipolar patient is, the more severe the symptoms are. The Alba family may have tried various methods and invited famous doctors, but Eric is still like this.
Leandri could always tell in advance that Eric was about to fall into a manic state. He would immediately stop the ball he was bouncing with his forehead, then quickly pick up what he thought was the cheapest ornament in the studio and hand it to Eric, then point to an empty place and signal Eric to throw it there quickly.
He really couldn't understand the inner thoughts of bipolar patients. Leandri only knew that all bad emotions had to be vented.
Eric would occasionally ask him, "Aren't you afraid of me?"
"Just think of it as you helping me train my goalkeeper's mentality," Leandri curled his lips and added, "Put some cheaper items in the studio next time. I'm not worried about the money, I'm worried about the art being destroyed."
"When playing your violin doesn't sound like sawing wood anymore."
That will take some time.
At this time, Leandri was still juggling the ball while watching Eric mixing the colors on the color palette, adding a little yellow, a little brown, and then throwing in a little red, and then stirring it all together, and the copper color was mixed out.
Eric used a scraper to evenly dip the paint on the color board, made the final stroke on the canvas, and then threw the scraper, which still had color on it, directly into the white paint bucket.
Seeing that Leandri did not comment on his outrageous behavior, Eric took the initiative to speak, "Many people don't like other colors in white paint, and think it is a kind of defilement."
Leandri: "I don't know how to draw, but do you know Newton's disk?"
Eric motioned for him to continue.
Leandri continued, "You take a round, flat top, paint it evenly with seven colors or more, and then spin it. You will find that as long as you spin it fast enough, all you can see is white."
Eric laughed out loud, which was rare. Maybe Leandri was just explaining a physical phenomenon, but he only knew that he really had a friend.
"I have some good news to share with you."
"Tell me about it."
"I've been promoted again. I'll play against Barcelona U12 next week. Do you want to come and watch?"
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