The Glory of the Godfather

That night, Fang Jue took a gift to the club’s old chairman Javier Nieto Alfonso’s home as a guest.

"A few days ago on your birthday, I planned to invite you to dinner, but I know that many people will congratulate you on your birthday." Alfonso said with a smile, "So, I didn't go to join in the fun."

Alfonso was very interested, drank a lot of wine, and took Fang Jue's hand to go to a room to see his treasure. The old man said this was his treasure house:

This is a room of more than one hundred square meters, and the walls are covered with jerseys!

"This is the signature jerseys of all the players in the thirty-three years since I bought Ibiza." The old man was very proud, his old eyes scanned the dense jerseys on the wall, his eyes full of nostalgia and nostalgia, perhaps Memories.

Fang Jue's nose suddenly became sour. This stingy old man was so cute at this moment. His lifelong love for the club and Ibiza was on this wall.

Back at the dinner table, Mrs. Alfonso apologized hurriedly, saying that the dead old man drank too much.

"Shut up, I'm not drunk!" Alfonso scolded his old wife.

Mrs. Alfonso glanced at the old man, then lowered her brows and said pleasingly, "Well, well, you are not drunk."

Finally, when Fang Jue left, the drunk Alfonsofi wanted to personally deliver him, and took Fang Jue’s hand, and said: "My biggest concern over the years is the team. I often have nightmares and dreams. The guys in Besotto asked me, how is the team? I’m afraid, I’m afraid to tell them that the club is over, bankrupt, Ibiza is gone, I’m afraid... Now, I’m relieved, but again I’m not satisfied. I once told the **** in Besotto, our Ibiza is going to win the championship, and I’m a liar... oooooo.”

Seeing Chairman Alfonso crying like an old child, Fang felt a little at a loss.

Also, Chairman Alfonso mentioned the name Besotto twice in a row. Who is this?

"Mr. Chairman, you wake up—" Fang Jue shouted, "Oh, don't use my trousers to wipe my nose!"

Mrs. Alfonso wiped the corners of her eyes, and came up to hug Princess Alfonso as if she were, "Damn old man, you are ashamed!"

Fang Jue was stunned.

Then Mrs. Alfonso said to Fang Jue, "Be careful on the road."

After two steps, Mrs. Alfonso came back to her senses again, holding her old man, the other side nodded slightly and bowed, "Thank you."

Looking at the sturdy Mrs. Alfonso, the princess hugged Chairman Alfonso, who was not thin, and walked back to the courtyard slowly and carefully. Fang Jue was stunned for a while.

He suddenly felt that this scene was really beautiful.

"Mr. Chairman." Fang Jue shouted suddenly, "Champion! I will bring you a champion! Copa del Rey, how about it? You will invite me to drink again then!"

Without answering, Fang Jue looked through the window and saw Mrs. Alfonso busy taking care of the drunk old man.

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce.

There was the whistle of a ship on the sea in the distance. Fang Jue looked up and saw the light of the lighthouse on the sea flicker...

...

Ibiza has sent a fax to the Premier League Manchester City club seeking to buy the 30-year-old Chinese right-back Sun Jihai, whose contract will expire in half a year, but has not yet received a reply from the Manchester City team.

As for Dong Fangfang, after learning that Ibiza will not promise the main position, it is said that the player’s agent was very angry and said, “Manchester United’s star is not the main player in the second team, and the brain is flooded.” However, after all, it was just a rumor, and Fang Jue ignored it.

Ms. Roberta is still in contact with Chelsea, and there is no further progress. Ms. Roberta is friends with Ms. Granovskaya, the personal assistant of Chelsea club owner Abramovich. This can Play a certain role, but now the key to the problem lies in Makelele himself. The player's personal wishes are the most decisive, so this will eventually be a tug of war.

On January 10, the morning before the first round of the 16th round of the Copa del Rey match between Ibiza and Espanyol.

Fang Jue is leading the team training as usual.

Fang Jue called a timeout.

"Marco (Royce), think about it for yourself, how should you make a choice just now? Is it a pass, a breakthrough, or a shot!"

"Robert (Lewandowski), your position was too early!"

"Pierre (Emerick Aubameyang), you either pass the ball or shoot, who let you pass Ayala!" Fang Jue said with a smile, "You just want to try being captured by Roberto. Feeling to be caught alive?"

There was a burst of laughter from the training ground, and even Aubameyang himself laughed. This is a very optimistic and cheerful young man who will not be unhappy because of being short, and...this is really true, and he did not. The way is that it won't excel.

At this moment, Fang Jue saw the club chairman Rebeto, who hadn't been seen for several days, appeared on the sidelines of the training court, and beside him was the former general manager of the club Savage.

Fang Jue handed the training to the assistant coach Ceballos, walked over by himself, Rebeto appeared on the side of the training court, he must have something to do with him, otherwise this guy would rarely come to the training base.

And what makes Fang Jue feel strange is, what did Savage come to the training base for?

...

"Mr. Chairman." Fang Jue and Rebeto joked, "You came to the training base yourself, it's rare."

Regarding Fang Jue's joke, Rebeto rarely responded with a smile. He looked serious and looked at Fang Jue, "Fang Jue, bad news."

"What's the matter?" Fang Jue asked when he saw Rebeto's serious expression and stopped joking.

"Mr. Javier Nieto Alfonso, the club's honorary chairman, has passed away." Rebeto said sternly, "I just received a call from Mrs. Alfonso."

Fang Jue was stunned for a moment. He suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, "What did you say?"

"Mr. Alfonso is dead." Rebeto patted Fang Jue on the shoulder, "The matter has been confirmed."

"It's a myocardial infarction." Savage said with a sad expression and red eyes. "What happened last night, the doctor said Havel walked peacefully and didn't suffer much pain!"

Fang Jue was completely stunned. What did he just hear?

Chairman Alfonso.

That old man.

That stingy old man.

That old man who loves clubs more than anything else.

The triumphant old man took him to the treasure house of hundreds of jerseys on the four walls.

The old man who called him to drink and wished him a happy birthday two days ago turned out to be drunk and crying like a child holding his leg.

The old man died?

Is this gone?

How can it be!

...

"Javier’s funeral is the day after tomorrow. Mrs. Alfonso invited you to attend. She said, Javier must be very happy that you will send him off." Savage patted Fang Jue’s shoulder and turned to leave. This Ibiza club The old courtier, the old courtier from the Alfonso era, at this moment, desperate, almost wrestled walking.

"The day after tomorrow, all the players in the team will go to the funeral." Rebeto said, then patted Fang Jue's shoulder and turned and left.

Fang Jue stiffly returned to the sidelines. Although his eyes were looking at the court, they didn't focus, and the whole person looked muddled.

"What's wrong, Fang?" Assistant coach Ceballos said.

"Sol, if we won the Copa del Rey, how would you feel?" Fang Jue finally recovered and asked.

"It's impossible." Ceballos said.

"Don't worry about it, it's impossible!" Fang Jue was excited, raising his voice, "I mean, we took the Copa del Rey, will you be very happy? Very, very, very happy?"

"I will! Even if I die, I will come back to life with laughter." Ceballos didn't understand why Fang Jue asked this question. He saw that Fang Jue's mood was not right, and finally answered honestly.

"Very good, very good." Fang Jue muttered to himself, old man, if I promised you, I will definitely do it. You will watch and laugh happily in heaven.

"Fang, what's the matter, what's the matter?" Ceballos asked.

"Chairman Alfonso has passed away." Fang Jue's tone was flat and there was no sorrow, but he could really feel the speaker's sadness.

"What?" Ceballos widened his eyes. He looked at Fang Jue, and then when he saw the other nod, he was silent.

Both people stood on the sidelines, silent, without speaking.

On the training field ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the players were a little distracted, Ceballos was about to say something, and then he heard Fang Jue's angry roar.

"What do you do? Focus on training! Mata, you just passed the ball so casually!"

"Aubameyang, your eyes are caught by a dog, the goal is there!"

"Fareco! What were you thinking about?"

Fang Jue's roar resounded throughout the training ground...

Thirty-three hours later, they will expedition to Barcelona, ​​away to challenge the La Liga powerhouse, the current La Liga third Spanish player!

The day after tomorrow, they will attend a funeral to see off an old man.

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