Chapter 42 Late Night
In the hotel room, Vardy and Eggsy happened to be assigned to the same suite. Vardy went to take a bath now, and did not forget to take his headphones. He probably wanted to soak in the bathtub for a while, listen to music, and completely relax.
So he didn't notice that Eggsy, who was lying on the bed wrapped in a quilt, had woken up and was still talking on the phone and chatting with his eyes closed under the quilt.
After a good sleep, Eggsy feels much better now, but because of what he said, Ramos on the other end of the phone is in trouble.
After he finished talking about the hairstyle problem that Ramos taught him, Eggsy heard a noise on the other end of the phone. There were a few voices that seemed to be Ramos's voice. It sounded like someone had choked him by the neck a few times, and Eggsy didn't dare to say anything after hearing it.
But logically speaking, Modric seems not as tall as Ramos, right?
If they really have some conflict, then Ramos should be able to easily subdue Modric, who is physically weaker than him... right?
After a burst of confusion, Eggsy heard Ramos walking away from the phone swearing, and he seemed to be saying something about how he looked old. Then he heard the voice of Mr. Modric.
"Okay, Eggsy."
"What... is it done?"
Modric chased Ramos out of the lounge and locked the door: "Nothing, Ramos is busy with his work. Oh, you are resting in bed now?"
Eggsy on the other end of the phone was still dizzy, and his voice was soft because he was hungry. In addition, the quilt made a sound when he was wrapped in it. Modric could easily guess that Eggsy was probably lying on the bed now.
Modric thought about the last time he chatted with the kid who fell asleep, and said with certainty: "Are you really tired today?"
Modric's concern made Eggsy laugh. Of course, Eggsy didn't want to tell Mr. Modric that he was sick, so he just nodded softly.
"I watched your game. How did you come up with such a quick pass to attack?"
"Actually, that was my defense. Ramos said that when you can't defend yourself at all, offense is the best defense." Eggsy turned over in bed and asked tentatively, "Momo, do you think... it's okay?"
Modric heard the name Momo again and couldn't help laughing: "Ramos can still be trusted sometimes," and then he continued: "Eggsy, the move you used today of passing the ball while running, to be honest, this move is very powerful!"
Being praised by Modric made Eggsy roll around on the bed with joy.
Modric on the other end of the phone continued to analyze: "While you were running, you were also paying attention to the positioning of your teammates and the opponent's offensive formation, right?"
"Yes." Eggsy felt warm all over from the praise he had just received, and his voice was light and floating. He no longer looked as weak as he did when he just woke up.
Modric's affirmation and praise made him feel proud and excited instantly, and the joy from the bottom of his heart immediately pulled him back from the brink of hunger and weakness.
However, even if Mr. Modric's praise did give Eggsy a life-saving bite, it is still too early for Eggsy to be full.
Eggsy felt relieved that he was no longer weak from hunger, and then wondered if Modric's affirmation had given him some food after a long drought.
"Mr. Modric, do you really think this method is great?" Eggsy asked tentatively.
"Of course," Modric thought to himself that he definitely couldn't do it, and estimated that there were probably not many people in the entire football world who could do it. "How can you take care of so many people and passing points at the same time?"
When Eggsy received Modric's praise, he felt that his dry body was moistened a little bit. Although it did not make him full, it made him stretch comfortably. At the same time, the fever-reducing patch on his forehead fell off.
Sure enough, it is an honor to be praised by a powerful senior! Now for Eggsy, as long as there is food, everything is not a problem!
"I'm tall." Eggsy's words were light-hearted and joyful at this time, and he did not hide anything from Mr. Modric.
"When I was running, I could easily see everyone's positions and running directions, so I just had to make sure I could catch the ball smoothly every time and pass it to the person I wanted to pass it to as quickly as possible."
Modric was silent for a long time on the other end of the phone after hearing this. It sounded like there was nothing wrong with it, and it even made sense. It sounded like that.
But Modric was first speechless about Eggsy's height, and secondly he was speechless about the most important thing, that is, the eyes and body were highly matched.
Looking at the entire scout community, there are very few who can do this. At least he doesn't dare to say that he can pass the ball to where he sees every time.
"Eggssi, perhaps you also have an extraordinary talent for ball control." Modric felt that Eggssi's talent might be far more than that, but he estimated that he would need to practice with the little guy once to see some clues.
"I am looking forward to meeting you the day after tomorrow."
After being praised by Modric again, Eggsy immediately felt like a dead tree coming back to life, and was also reminded by Modric's words. It was said before that Real Madrid and Manchester United still have a game to play, so the entire Real Madrid team will come to the UK.
The two of them had agreed to meet before the game, so Eggsy became uncontrollably excited. His eyes, which had originally turned black due to hunger, now turned light gold again.
After that, they talked to Modric one by one about various games, tactics, and techniques, and they didn't stop even when Vardy came out.
Poor Vardy didn't understand what they were saying at all, so he could only continue to put on his headphones and look at his phone.
Eggsy's bed is right next to Vardy's, so it's not a good idea to disturb him for too long. Modric said he planned to have a good 'discussion' with Ramos about some of the messy things he taught Eggsy.
So, not long after, the two of them agreed on the time and address for their next meeting, and then hung up the phone.
But after the call, Eggsy found that he was not only no longer sleepy, but also hungry. It was not mental hunger, but the empty stomach of the body. He really wanted to eat.
But the club has a rule that all players are not allowed to eat after 7pm tomorrow night. This is a strict control of his body fat percentage. Obviously, if he orders food in the hotel, he will definitely be caught alive, so Eggsy plans to sneak out to find something to eat.
It is past 11pm now. Night markets in the UK are not well developed, let alone finding food at night. If you don't find food in the hotel, you will probably have to walk a long way to find an open restaurant.
Going out for a walk was quite tempting for Eggsy. Now he was no longer dizzy and his legs were no longer weak. Going out to breathe some fresh air and find something to eat was simply too wonderful.
Just when Vardy was half asleep, Eggsy went out. He put on a coat and a hat. He found a Spanish restaurant on his phone. This was the only open restaurant near the hotel.
After entering the door, familiar Spanish music slowly came in after the sound of the door opening, and the pale yellow light filled the place with a warm feeling. What Eggsy couldn't stand the most was the slightly burnt milk smell and the sizzling sound coming from the kitchen behind the counter, which made Eggsy's stomach growl.
"Hello, is anyone there?" Eggsy looked around the empty restaurant, even the kitchen. So Eggsy jokingly shouted, "If no one comes out, I'll eat this~"
As soon as Eggsy's words came out, he never expected that a voice suddenly came from behind him: "Although I can see that you are very hungry, I suggest you queue up."
Eggsy was startled by the accented voice and almost fell down on the chair in front of the bar!
The man behind him obviously didn't expect to scare Eggsy like this, and he couldn't help but take a step back, and then the two of them became even more frightened.
"Eggsy?!"
"Fabregas!?"
Five minutes later, Eggsy and Fabregas were already sitting at the same table, facing each other, with a round iron plate of custard-colored pie between them, which was still sizzling with oil because it had just been baked.
Eggsy looked at the pie, then looked at Fabregas with a scruffy beard, and then asked cautiously, "Are you really treating me?"
Eggsy probably didn't know that when he asked this question, he looked like a kitten waiting to be fed.
This made Fabregas couldn't help but laugh out loud: "It's okay, the custard pie in this shop is very delicious, I come here often."
"I'm really hungry," Eggsy tried to explain himself, then he couldn't wait to pick up the fork beside him and put the egg custard pie on his plate. "Thank you."
"Wait a minute!"
Fabregas immediately grabbed Eggsy's hand, and just when Eggsy was wondering why he was not rewarded now after he had just treated him, Fabregas, with a smile on his face, helped Eggsy get a bigger plate, cut the pie in his hand little by little, and poured it into the plate.
"You have to pour it upside down. You can't even pick it up with a fork. It will be crushed."
Eggsy nodded in sudden realization, and after Fabregas gave him the large plate of custard pie, Fabregas also gave him the rest, and said something that somewhat eased Eggsy's embarrassed mood.
"With someone to share it with, I feel that the pie tastes different today." Fabregas and Eggsy took a bite each and narrowed their eyes at the same time.
Although the pie was very sweet, it was definitely rich in flavor. When Eggsy ate it, he felt his body and stomach were satisfied! So the two of them finished the meal almost in a rush, and after drinking some lemon tea to relieve the greasiness, they sighed comfortably.
"You speak Spanish well." Fabregas' sudden praise stunned Eggsy.
"I chose this course," Eggsy said, holding the teacup in both hands, looking very well behaved. "I'm glad I chose this course."
"I remember reading in the newspaper that you changed your career late." Fabregas waved his hand. "I don't mean to probe. I just want to know why you chose football. You know, it's actually a job for young people."
Few people have discussed this topic with Eggsy, and Eggsy has only made a preliminary assumption. He does play football because he needs to "eat" the spiritual food that football can bring him, but there is a deeper reason...
"I've thought about this before," Fabregas also imitated Eggsy and held the teacup with both hands. He looked down at his teacup and smiled. "I chose this path since I was a child, together with my good friends."
Eggsy looked up at Fabregas. The tranquility of the night might have triggered some feelings deep in his heart, making Fabregas look at Eggsy as if he saw an old friend.
"We all love football, so there's no turning back."
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