Chapter 459: bet

Although the last moment of the last season was defeated, Barcelona, ​​which won nine titles in two seasons, is still the most powerful team on the planet.
The new season has been smooth, the Champions League group stage qualifying two rounds ahead, the national Derby 6-0 score makes the rival Real Madrid faceless, and the Barcelona players began their holiday with an extremely relaxed attitude.
At the Christmas dinner organized by the club, the well-dressed players and their glamorous girlfriends entered the hall one by one.
The first-team players came to the banquet, and there were excellent young Lamasia seedlings. There were young players who were loaned out and growing. There were even elderly people from Lamasia who did not work in football.
Looking away, Carla Garcia, who walked Fabregas into the hall, Christine was a little envious.
"Please! I'm not Cesc!" Sun Wu stared at Christine beside him.
Looking at the girl next to Fabregas, Sun Wu wondered when it was time to change his girlfriend, whether he would know his daughter...
Avoiding the reporter from the side door and slipping in carefully, Sun Wu first searched for today's target, Gabriel Milito.
"Hi, didn't you go on vacation?" Sun Wu sat down with a smile, "Has the club been relieved?"
"Well, let me rent for half a year. Let's talk about it after half a year." Milito, who was a little bald, also smiled. "Many people think you will come to Camp Nou. I didn't expect you to come from Basala."
Sun Wu shrugged and did not want to discuss this topic. Enlightenment teacher, girlfriend, father-in-law plus a large group of Barcelona friends, plus the days of training in La Masia, many people believe that Sun Wu has the same mind as Fabregas.
"I know what you think. It's nothing more than fancy I have Champions League experience." Milito leaned over and asked softly: "But you should know that I have a high chance of injury..."
This is what I am not afraid of... nothing more than 100 points. Sun Wu patted Milito's arm. "If you are not injured, you are an excellent central defender, right?"
Milito froze before nodding.
The word "injury" is inseparable from Milito.
As early as 2003, Real Madrid announced the signing of Milito, but then regretted that Milito failed the medical examination and suffered a serious knee injury.
After the Argentine joined Zaragoza, he performed well and joined Real Madrid’s rival enemy Barcelona, ​​and Real Madrid’s signed central defender Woodgate had passed the medical examination, but this England central defender suffered repeated injuries, only 9 times in two seasons. Appearance...
After moving to Barcelona in 2007, Milito did not perform badly, but frequent injuries made him unable to play for a long time, and the return of Pique robbed him of his main position the following year.
What most disturbed Milito was that he missed due to injury in the 2009 Champions League final. In the second year of the Champions League final, he came off the bench with injured Puyol. As a result, his brother Diego Milito passed him to the winning goal .
At the beginning of this season, Milito still felt competitive. After all, Puyol was very old and frequently suffered injuries, but then Guardiola put Mascherano in the position of central defender...this directly This led to Milito's determination to leave Barcelona during the winter break.
Uh, Sun Wu has told Guardiola and Patrick not to disclose, or even signed some unequal treaties...
"Relax, you will face Diego healthy!" Sun Wu raised his champagne glass with a smile.
Just two days ago, the draw of the UEFA Champions League Final 16 ended. Schalke 04 in the first group played second in the A group. The defending champion Inter Milan, Milito had the opportunity to revenge.
Just as the two men clink glasses, a figure came hurriedly.
"Best, how can you hide here and drink!"
"Come, come with me, Gabriel, I'll borrow this guy for use..."
Pique wrapped around Sun Wu's shoulder and turned away, "I tell you, steal Milito, you regret it!"
"Sorry?" Sun Wu blinked, "Who has Barcelona chosen?"
Sun Wu had a bad hunch in his mind. If he talked about style, Schalke 04 except himself, the most suitable for Barcelona are Neuer and Rakitic.
But Valdes is under 30, but Harvey has more than 30... Hey, don’t you want to buy Fabregas?
Thinking of Fabregas, Sun Wu glanced at the little Facial sitting between Puyol and Harvey, looking a little stiff.
"Gerard!" Sun Wu stopped and stared at Pique fiercely, "You are a friend!"
Pique laughed twice, "Anyway, you have said privately that you will not return to Camp Nou..."
There is no doubt that Pique brought Sun Wula to the top of the pot. Looking at this side, they are all Barcelona first team players, only Xiaofa is an outsider...
"Hi, Leon, Cesc, Carlisle..." Sun Wu found a place to sit down after high-fiving each other, "I hope there will be a chance to meet in the second half of the season."
"It's difficult." Busquets said disdainfully: "You'll go through the level of Inter Milan first!"
Sun Wu raised Erlang's legs, "I haven't lost to Inter Milan, and I haven't even lost to the Portuguese!"
Most of the people here were black. Last season's Champions League final fell to the foot of Inter Milan led by Mourinho. This is the most tragic loss after Guardiola took office.
"Best~EbookFREE.me~ You can always say that." Fabregas laughed. "Unfortunately we can't touch it..."
The lottery the day before yesterday, UEFA again pulled Barcelona and Arsenal together...
"Why so!" Sun Wu turned to stare at Fabregas, "Cesque, I know you want to return to Camp Nou, but the more you want to come back, the harder you are to beat them!"
"What's so great, I really think the world is invincible!"
"No matter how beautiful a woman is, it's the same thing if you take off your pants and turn off the light... woo woo..."
Pique and Busquets covered Sun Wu's mouth with one hand!
"I heard people say that you have described Bayern as a woman in the dressing room against Bayern Munich a few times..." Messi said with a smile: "And he claims to be the best at picking pants..."
The laughter gradually sounded, and Alves nodded seriously, "Best, the ambitious player should be like this."
"Listen, there are still fair people!" Sun Wu broke free in exasperation and glared at Busquets. "Customers first, then I will bet 1,000 euros. Arsenal win!"
"I bet you!" Pique jumped first and pulled out his wallet.
"I bet too!"
"I'm overweight, dare you!"
Fabregas smiled bitterly and looked at the noisy scene. He knew that Pique was only to ease Bestella, but... well, I have to admit that this guy is the focus no matter where he appears.
Hey, making money is sometimes difficult, but sometimes it is also very easy. For example, now, it is simply picking up money.
Of course Sun Wu remembers that game, Arshavin, Nasri, Van Persie, Fabregas all performed well, but that game MVP belongs to Wilshere.
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