Vol 3 Chapter 110: Eagle Bow Shooting Sirius (Second Act: Eagle Dog)

Juan Belleron, panting and teammates walked into the player channel, into the luxurious locker room, and glanced at the overcast Basque. Belleron lowered his eyes and sat in the corner against the closet. Waiting for the hair dryer to turn on.
Sure enough, the black-faced Basques were rushing, needles were heard in the locker room, and even a slight echo came.
Belleron does not know if this is his illusion, but it is certain that for more than five years, the same coach, the same teammates, the same training, the same competition, the same hair dryer, thinking of this, Beleron There is some involuntary tiredness.
To bring such a team to today's situation, the Basques have reason to be proud, and by the way, they are only reluctant to teach the players. It is also because of his high pressure that teammates are extremely united. Laco team members can always work hard despite fatigue, but it is also difficult to play supernormally; teammates are used to moving forward silently, but they also lack a lot of passion.
Who was the last person who dared to tear this iron curtain? Oh, Sergio, this strange Brazilian, actually hit the Basque with his head in training, and it was sold. There are also "Uruguayans" dare to quarrel with him, but under the threat of loan to the lower leagues, it seems to stop at quarrel. Everything in Laco is still the same, as if it is a black and white world, as if it is a less precise machine, rumbling, no mistakes, no surprises, and it is consuming the youth and life of the team.
"Ha ha."
In the locker room, a laugh was heard in the gap between Irueta's drinking glass, ready to drink and fight.
Pelelon narrowed his eyes, the side of the head coach in front, and Rey was sitting with his hands on his knees, sitting squarely, but with a grin on his face, squinting at the Basque.
Belleron's mouth slowly evoked, Rey is indeed the highest educated player in secondary school, he is very intelligent, never confronted the Basques, but there is always a way to make him yield. For example, everyone is sitting in a desperate situation, for fear of offending him, but only he doesn't care. It seems that from Rey to Laco, everything is different?
"What are you laughing at?" Irueta glared at Wang Ai angrily.
"I was very moved after hearing your speech, so I was very happy." Wang Ai quickly stood up and explained, "Head coach, you drink water, don't be disturbed by me. Your speech reminded me of Martin Lu Dekin's "I Have a Dream."
"I ..." Irueta waved his lower arm, and his original speech thoughts and accumulated speech momentum had been interrupted. What else could he say? Besides, the team members didn't like his hair dryer, and he didn't know it.
"Forget it, I remember what I said just now, take a good rest for a few minutes!" Irueta was black-faced, went out with his hands behind his back, and intended to calm down.
As the locker room door closed, a cry came out in the small room, and everyone sighed. Then they looked at each other with amusement and looked at Rey together, he was standing and dancing in front of people.
"Must be equalized in the second half, otherwise he will hunt me down with a javelin!"
There was a laugh in the dressing room. Irueta was Basque, and this nation was the oldest in Europe. If it weren't for the small population, it might be called "an ancient civilization" or something. For thousands of years, the war on the European continent has continued, but Basque is still Basque, which shows that this nation is very brave.
Irueta is a typical Basque: a devout Catholic, an incomprehensible national language, and ... a very aggressive temperament! Otherwise, the old man in his 50s can still fight with the young man? It was also under his prestige that a variety of players from all over Spain and even Europe and South America were brought to Laco, and then trained into a group of obedient little sheep.
Laco has only one leader, a violent, obscene, hairless old lion-like Basque!
Then, a little fox came by accident. It slyly involved in the contradiction between the lion and the sheep. While courting the old lion, it also comforted the sheep, thus controlling the source and even got the nickname of Rey!
Alas, this is still related to his good performance on the field, not purely cunning.
Belleron kept secretly thinking that if he had wisdom at most as a clown character, he would never get the respect of these proud teammates, but he is very clear that many teammates have privately The idea of ​​a transfer has been around for a long time. Had it not been for Laco to qualify for the Champions League, I am afraid it would have fallen apart?
The thought of Rey having just been in the water for half a season, the coach trusted, the teammates respected, the fans liked it, and even the boss Rondoiro was unbelievable. Belleron was a bit envious. He was just too stupid, so Camacho and Seth didn't trust him, especially Seth always said that he was "soft egg".
With a multitude of thoughts, Belleron was rather unwilling to follow his teammates out of the locker room, crossed the sideline, and stepped onto the lawn.
Just when he was on the court, a shout came from behind, Belleron turned his head curiously, and found that Rey was standing outside the sideline and waving his arm: "Dry Real Madrid!"
On the other side of the Real Madrid bench, many big-name substitutes glared.
Although the visiting team came to this stadium with this mind in mind, it is still too little to say so openly. If no one is there, how much do you care about others? Mei Lingge's anxious eyes will be ugly.
Wang Ai ignored it, and found Belleron turning his head and thumbs up with his waist in his arms: "Lao Hu, you can!"
Belleron knew that "Lao Hu" was calling himself, although it was a bit inexplicable. My father's last name was "Belelon", and my name was "Juan". What is this "Lao Hu"?
Was so disgusted by Wang Ai, the haze of Beleron's heart was dispersed, yeah, I was already good! In order to stay in the national team, I have to insist on tough physical confrontation every game, but what if Coach Seth is wrong?
This small episode on the sidelines was not taken to heart, and soon people were attracted by the outbreak of Belleron.
No longer doing Beleron, who is not good at and suffering from physical confrontation, it seems that he returned to the year of his early 20s in the European Youth Championship. In that year, Beleron won the first championship of his career. .
From the 5th minute to the 35th minute and a half of an hour, Belleron's face was no longer young and his footwork was extremely flexible, almost unstoppable. Facing the impact of Makelele's powerful lower back, Belleron no longer gritted his teeth and used his flexible steps to play against his opponent.
Belleron's former spirituality returned, as if dripping a drop of oil for the heavy, crunching machine of Laco.