Chapter 162 Zidane's New Idea
Eggsy's outstanding performance in the game was immediately praised by various media and related personnel. Some even openly praised Eggsy as one of the best signings of Real Madrid this season.
After all, there was not only a midfielder, but also a full-back, a deputy captain, and a winger.
Eggsy is now praised for being able to study tactics in the front, break through defense in the back, organize offense in the front, and defend and intercept the ball in the back. This is the temporary captain with the armband. He can really handle the difficulties of the team!
But now Eggsy has no idea how the outside world praises him, because his cell phone is always turned off during the game.
This is the number one rule in the locker room, so Eggsy will definitely abide by it. But now he still doesn't want to open it, because after taking a shower, Eggsy can only feel the strong sleepiness constantly attacking him. When all the teammates came out of the bathroom, they saw Eggsy wearing only his shorts, and he was nodding his head.
"Little guy," Zidane came over and saw how sleepy Eggsy was. He quickly took a public towel and covered Eggsy with it. "Don't be like this. Put on your clothes, coat, and things and go to sleep on the bus."
Having said that, Zidane also reminded Eggsy: "Get a good rest tonight and don't think about getting up early for training tomorrow morning."
"Hmm." Eggsy's nasal voice was long at this time, and his head was so sleepy that he couldn't even lift his eyelids. What else did Zidane say when he saw him like this? He quickly asked someone to take Eggsy to the bus.
At this time, the sky in Spain was gradually getting dark, and a drizzle was gradually falling. For some reason, Eggsy, who was leaning on the back seat of the car, leaned back in his chair and looked at the drizzle and the gradually darkening sky outside the window. Suddenly, he felt that this scene reminded him of something in his drowsy mind.
The dark sky was gloomy, and the rolling thunder stirred the dark clouds and made a rumbling sound. A ghostly castle also appeared in the flash of lightning.
In such a night, there were bursts of crying sounds like those of small animals. Soon, someone staggered out of the castle with a small black umbrella to protect himself from the wind and rain. The flashlight in his hand was constantly sweeping out light in the night.
"Sister Mary, oh! With all this wind and rain, you must have heard it wrong!"
Peter, the bell ringer outside the church, was an elderly man. His clothes were almost wet and water was still dripping from them.
Before the storm, the old janitor went to check the roof of the old church to make sure it would not be blown off by the strong winds tonight. But when he came back, he found that the eldest sister, Sister Mary, had walked out of the church under the anxious reminder of other children and nuns.
"She said she heard a baby crying!"
"Oh, my God! She's going to fall down in this storm!"
The other young nuns were all in the church trying to comfort the other children, or trying to seal the leaking doors and windows, or using tools to fix the leaking roof. But Sister Mary was the only one who actually went out with an umbrella and a flashlight. She said she had to go out and take a look anyway, because she really heard it.
But this situation can only make everyone suspect that Sister Mary is old, has tinnitus or hallucinations. So she stood under the lamp at the door of the church wearing a tattered beret and shouted to the elderly nun who was coming out with an umbrella, "Come back soon!"
"Oh, shut up, old Hank, shut up, I heard you!"
The old nun moved forward cautiously. Amid the howling of wind and rain and the howling of the wind blowing through the trees, she stood where she was, carefully distinguishing everything, while searching everywhere with the flashlight in her hand.
Each time, the light either illuminated the withered tree nearby or the wild and overgrown flowerbed. Until this man followed the sounds that appeared from time to time at night, he found the place.
At the gate of the orphanage, next to an inconspicuous haystack on the left, there was a small rag that was completely soaked by the rainstorm. It seemed that there was a small thing wrapped in it. Because of the strong wind and rain, the thing wrapped in the rag was gradually blown open by the wind!
A small arm as tender as a lotus root was revealed - it was a child!
The cold rain poured mercilessly on the baby. His body twitched slightly and he let out the last weak cry of the young animal.
"Woo woo wow~~"
The nun who was still searching in the strong wind seemed to have heard the sound, and she slowly leaned down as if to listen more closely. But the sudden strong wind quickly blew the umbrella in her hand into the air, and it disappeared in the night and the roar of thunder.
“Woo woo…”
The old nun finally heard clearly again. She moved with difficulty to the haystack at the door, and looked down to see the child who was still twitching slightly.
"Oh my God!"
Sister Mary quickly stretched out her arms and picked up the child. Perhaps feeling the warmth of a human, the frozen little guy moved slightly in Sister Mary's arms.
At this time, Sister Mary quickly hugged the already cold child in her arms, and then struggled to move towards the church with a flashlight and the child in her arms, with unsteady steps.
Old Hank, the gatekeeper, was getting very anxious because he hadn't seen Sister Mary for a long time. In the chaotic storm, he could only see the flashlight light in the distance. So he fastened his hat, rushed out, and helped the nun holding the child back to the church.
At this time, the two people did not notice that the child in Sister Mary's arms opened his eyes slightly, and his eyes were as dazzling as flowing gold. But in the next second, they turned black again.
Moreover, there were many broken white pieces in the rags that wrapped the child, just like the eggshells left behind by a newly hatched chick. In the dark night, as the nun ran quickly towards the church with the child in her arms, they slowly scattered in the air, gradually weathered, and disappeared...
At this time, in a nursing home, another elderly nun was telling this story, a story about an elderly nun who picked up a child at night in a dilapidated old church and named him Eggsy.
This old nun is really old, and her narration is so boring and repetitive every time. She even brings up some interesting stories about Eggsy's childhood. She smiles gently and says that Eggsy is a little angel, and then she talks to the visitor about what Eggsy picked up.
But the person who came was sitting opposite her at this time. It was a man wearing a black hood. Even though the old nun was still nagging that the old nun Mary who picked up Eggsy had passed away, and that Eggsy left the church at the age of 16 and said he wanted to make a living on his own, if she didn't give him money, he would cause trouble.
The man in the black hood listened very attentively, even rolling up his sleeves out of habit, revealing the tiger tattoo on his right arm, and touched the recorder in his pocket.
At this moment, Eggsy, who was on the bus, suddenly woke up. He was taking deep breaths and gasping for air, while being surprised in his mind.
He was surprised that he actually dreamed about his childhood. The dream was so real, as if he had seen Sister Mary pick him up with his own eyes!
This fragment was buried in his memory, and Eggsy was surprised to find that he had memories at such a young age. Was it... was it...
Just when Eggsy was trying desperately to recall how he got to the church door, Ronaldo gently pushed Eggsy.
"Hey, little guy, you had a nightmare... scared you?"
To be honest, the way Eggsy suddenly woke up from the chair gasping scared Ronaldo to death. If his foot hadn't been bandaged, he would have jumped up because of Eggsy!
However, Ronaldo did not think this was abnormal, because it had just rained heavily and thundered, so he thought Eggsy was frightened by the sudden sound. After all, the kid had been unlucky before and had been attacked by football hooligans, so he might still be scared now...
"No, it's not." Eggsy was stunned for a moment before he remembered and turned around to answer Ronaldo. Ronaldo raised his eyebrows and looked at Eggsy, thought for a while and let out a deep breath.
"You look very bad, you know that?"
Eggsy reached out and touched his face. To be honest, he was still very sleepy, but there seemed to be something in the dream he just had that he missed, and now Eggsy's mind was in a mess and he couldn't remember what it was.
Eggsy thought for a while but couldn't figure it out, so he leaned back, looked at the bus moving forward in the heavy rain, and then muttered to himself.
"If you could have thought of it, you would have thought of it a long time ago. Why do you have to wait until today?"
Eggsy's mumbling scared Ronaldo so much that he even avoided Eggsy a little and asked him cautiously, "What's wrong with you?"
Looking at Ronaldo's cautious look, Eggsy smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, I just want to sleep."
The next second, Eggsy showed a wicked smile: "Can you lend it to me?"
Ronaldo had nothing to say this time, he just patted his shoulder and said, "Go for it."
So the two of them leaned back, but neither of them slept. The Bernabeu was not far from the training base, and they had just driven to this point because of the traffic jam caused by the thunderstorm. So the two of them would not sleep, and they planned to go back to the dormitory and have a good sleep.
So Eggsy leaned on Ronaldo's shoulder and took out his mobile phone to check it. But as soon as he turned it on, he saw an email, which turned out to be the official invitation letter from the England team.
Eggsy had responded to the English Football Association's invitation before, so he received a reply quickly, and was informed of the national team's gathering time, training time, and all other gathering times required for physical examinations.
Eggsy thought about the 18 years ahead and began to make training plans for his career. Meanwhile, Zidane in front of the bus remained silent after the game. Guti, the assistant coach, did not say anything good today and also remained silent like Zidane.
If for no other reason, it was because of Eggsy's performance on the court today while wearing the captain's armband that these two suddenly had some new ideas.
Today's unexpected situation made the command power on the court fall almost entirely on Eggsy, and the tactical attack led by Eggsy was like opening up Zidane's Ren and Du meridians. Zidane and Guti both had new ideas about the tactical arrangements for the later three-line operations.
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