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The atmosphere at Real Madrid's training base is much more harmonious than before.

Perhaps it was due to the final sprint, or perhaps it was the spur of the championship, everyone including Mourinho and Casillas no longer had the idea of ​​confronting each other, but instead put all their energy into the game.

"There are still two rounds of games!"

Srna sat on the sidelines, and he said to Suker: "As long as we win these two rounds, we can get the championship in advance before we meet Barcelona!"

Kaka on the side suddenly said; "Does La Liga have a tradition? Away teams have to line up to welcome the championship team?"

Suker nodded; "La Liga does have such a tradition."

When he thought of Barcelona lining up to welcome them, Suker couldn't help but show a playful smile.

This should be very interesting!

The league has reached the 34th round, and the match between Real Madrid and Barcelona is in the 37th round.

And Real Madrid is leading by seven points.

In other words, as long as Real Madrid wins the 35th and 36th rounds, they can win the La Liga championship two rounds in advance.

Barcelona is in a very passive situation now.

On the one hand, they can only pray that Real Madrid loses.

On the other hand, they also have to ensure the league, the Champions League and the King's Cup.

For Barcelona, ​​their chances of winning the Champions League are higher than the league.

There is no way!

With the ability of Real Madrid, they do not believe that Sevilla and Granada can stop Real Madrid.

What's more, at the end of the season, Real Madrid will definitely fight harder.

It can only be said that they failed to beat Real Madrid in the national derby in the first half of the season, and fell behind step by step.

Thinking of this, Suker couldn't help but let out a breath slowly.

This tense season is about to end.

Suker can also complete the task successfully.

For him, this season's tasks are heavy and stressful. There was also a conflict between Casillas and Mourinho in the middle, but he finally survived.

"Okay, gentlemen, today's training ends here, and we are ready to play against Sevilla away tomorrow!"

Mourinho clapped his hands and said briefly, then turned and left the training ground.

During this period, he communicated less and less with the players.

Or maybe Mourinho understands that this time period is critical, and he doesn't want to intensify the conflict and further stimulate Casillas.

Of course, this does not mean that Mourinho has given up. He still thinks that there is nothing wrong with his approach.

At about 3 pm, when the training ended and he washed his body and drove to the villa, the time was about 4 pm.

Suk arrived at the house, and Zoranqi and Suqi arrived at the villa right after.

"What do you want to eat in the evening?"

"That game is not your problem. Can I buy you ice cream?"

"Reina! Cheer up!"

Zoranqi walked into the room while coaxing Suqi, who was crying.

Suk happened to see this scene.

"Lost?"

Hearing this, Suqi's face fell, and tears slowly filled his eyes, and began to fall down.

"I will win!"

After saying this, the little guy rushed directly to his room on the second floor.

Suk was stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong with him?"

Zoranqi sighed helplessly.

"You can't comfort him, after all, we lost the game."

"What's the big deal?" Su Ke said speechlessly; "It's just an intra-team match in a football school, not a formal match."

"It's different!" Zolanqi looked at Su Ke and sighed slowly: "Reina is under a lot of pressure."

"Pressure?" Su Ke blinked.

Zolanqi took out iced water from the refrigerator, gulped down a big mouthful, and exhaled slowly:

"Don't you see whose son he is? The moment he entered the football school, the coaches looked at him like a baby!"

"He is your child. For those coaches, he will naturally inherit your physical talent. With your example, they will naturally spare no effort to teach Reina!"

Suke nodded; "Isn't this a good thing?"

"The problem lies here." Zolanqi sighed: "Suke's child! The pressure of this title is too great. For ordinary children, they only need to lay a good foundation in football school, but those coaches are more demanding of Reina. Even these harsh conditions are justified for them, because he is your child!"

"Because it is your child, Reina is better than others!"

"Because it is your child, Reina is naturally expected!"

Suke frowned, he understood a little.

"He doesn't need to do this, and he doesn't need to put too much pressure on himself!"

"Environmental factors!" Zoranqi shook his head; "I know you were under a lot of pressure in the youth training, but in comparison, Reina is not at all relaxed."

"At least, if you can't play well, no one will say anything, but if Reina doesn't perform well, the coaches will show disappointment, because he is your child, because he naturally has to perform better than other children."

Suke: "He has no talent?"

Zoranqi: "No! Reina is very good, unlike you, he seems to like passing the ball more, so he plays more in the midfield position. Of course, the position of this age group is not fixed, it is more about polishing the foundation and waiting for subsequent discovery!"

"But Reina's brain is very useful. In the same age group, he is more sensitive to the passing route and has a different understanding of spatial layout. But today they lost the game and were scored 8 goals by the opponent!"

Su Ke couldn't help laughing; "We were beaten!"

No wonder he was crying, his mentality collapsed.

"You can still laugh." Zoranqi said unhappily: "I told you, he is under a lot of pressure!"

Su Ke waved his hand: "There is no way. When he chose to enter the football school, this is the pressure he must bear. I believe Su Qi can overcome these difficulties."

After a pause, Su Ke frowned and said; "And his name is Su Qi, don't always call him Reina!"

"I am happy!" Zoranqi said unhappily; "This is his nickname! I like to call it that! And you really don't plan to comfort him?"

Su Ke smiled, he walked into the kitchen, put on a skirt, picked up the kitchen knife on the chopping board, and smiled; "Sometimes communication does not require language!"

Half an hour later, Su Qi was holding a bowl as big as his head and eating rice frantically.

3-4 years old is the age when children are picky eaters.

They naturally like sweet food.

And Su Ke made a dish that perfectly satisfies children's taste buds.

Fish-flavored pork shreds!

Snap Snap!!

Su Qi ate the rice crazily. The little guy couldn't hold the chopsticks steadily, but Su Ke didn't let him use a spoon or fork, so he could only hold the chopsticks and keep sending rice to his mouth.

Pick up a portion of sour and sweet fish-flavored pork shreds, mix it on the rice, and then send it into his mouth. It's so sweet and delicious.

"Another bowl!"

Su Qi handed over his small bowl and ate it with oil dripping from his mouth.

"Delicious!"

Su Ke smiled and served Su Qi another bowl of rice.

At this time, Su Qi no longer looked listless just now.

Zolanqi sat on the sofa, dragging his cheeks and looking at Su Qi.

As expected of a family, this kid was controlled by Su Ke.

"I heard you lost the game?"

Su Ke suddenly said.

Zoranqi grinned, saying that he shouldn't have mentioned that!

Suqi paused while eating rice, and he looked up and said, "Next time, I will win!"

Suke: "Have you ever thought about the reason?"

Suqi: "Basic skills are too poor. Some of us can't even pass the ball accurately. I have already made an appointment with Luca and Enzo tomorrow, and we will train basic skills."

After that, he looked up at Suke and said, "Can we use the football field in the yard?"

Suke shrugged, "Why not?"

"Dad is the best! Another bowl!"

"Don't eat! It's the third bowl!"

"The last bowl! It's really the last bowl!"

Zoranqi smiled and looked at the situation where he couldn't get rid of the little guy, and walked over to Suke to get the rice.

As the saying goes, there is a thing that conquers another!

Suke, who is stubborn to death, is not afraid of heaven or earth, and there are guys who can't get rid of him.

But there is no way, who said he is his son.

Hoffenheim, Baden-Württemberg, Germany.

This is a Bundesliga team affiliated to the lower village of Sinsheim, the capital.

In 2008, this village-level team completed an epic league triple jump, from the German third division to the first division in three years.

They produced outstanding players such as Demba Ba and Obasi.

Although Hoffenheim is still in the Bundesliga today, it looks shaky.

They are no longer the Hoffenheim that won the half-time championship when it first entered the Bundesliga and put up the slogan "We all come to watch the game in the village!"

In fact, in the past few seasons, although Hoffenheim is still in the Bundesliga, it has been getting worse and worse, and now it has reached the eleventh place in the league.

Hoffenheim's home stadium is located in Sinsheim, 20 kilometers away.

In the Rhein-Neckar Arena, the Bundesliga game is underway.

In the field, Simunich tried his best to hold the opponent's center forward, but still failed to stop the opponent's goal.

Swish! !

"Gooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal!!!!"

"Nuremberg's No. 9 center forward Pekhart scored a wonderful header over the head of Croatian veteran Simunic. This goal made Hoffenheim's situation even worse. They may drop from 11th place in the league to 12th place."

In the stadium, Simunic gritted his teeth and pounded the grass hard.

"Damn it!"

He pursed his lips and exhaled, turned his head and looked in the direction of the stands, as if looking for something.

In a corner of the stands, Besic and Van Styak also looked at Simunic among the fans.

"He is in such a bad state!"

Van Styak frowned; "It's hard to be selected for the national team in this state!"

Besic also nodded.

I had hoped that veterans like Simunic would still play their part in this European Cup, which would also be regarded as a conclusion to their national team career.

But the problem is that their state has declined too seriously.

In the past, Simunic would not make such a mistake, and his physical ability has also seriously declined.

As Van Styak said, it is difficult for Simunic to be selected for the national team again.

After the game, Simunic said hello to his teammates and walked out of the stadium.

He came to a cafe in Sinsheim.

In the cafe, Besic and Van Styak were waiting for him.

"Boss! I'm sorry that I couldn't let you see my performance. My state has been a bit bad recently, but I can adjust. Don't worry, I won't hold you back, and I won't compete with Vader for the starting spot. Yes, my condition is indeed not good enough, but I will try my best.”

Simunic kept talking about his situation and determination, but his face that pretended to be relaxed was filled with a hint of nervousness and a sense of fawning.

"Josip!"

Besic interrupted.

Simunic pursed his lips; "Boss! Just say it!"

Besic sighed slowly, took out a piece of information from the side and handed it over.

"This is your performance curve this season. We have also completed negotiations with Hoffenheim and obtained a detailed physical examination data!" After a pause, Besic continued; "To be honest, I didn't To think that your body values ​​will drop so much!”

Simunic's cheeks trembled, but he didn't speak.

Besic didn't speak either.

After a brief silence, Simunic spoke slowly.

"I didn't drink! I didn't indulge myself. I always warned myself and kept exercising, but my physical fitness and condition declined, and there was nothing I could do about it!" Simunic said with a hint of helplessness in his voice.

When the years passed and his body entered a state of irreversible decline, there was nothing he could do.

This is something training cannot make up for.

Besic: "Kovac's situation is similar to yours. He plans to go to the Middle East to play football next season!"

Simunic looked up; "Did he give up?"

Besic said nothing.

Going to the Middle East to play football means entering a state of retirement.

Simunic pursed his lips; "Can I still be selected for the national team?"

Besic was silent for a moment; "To be honest, the hope is slim!"

The cafe once again fell into silence.

After a long while, Besic slowly said: "Josip, go back to Croatia and play football."

Hearing this, Simunic looked up at Besic.

"Don't think about this European Cup. You are not in good shape to be selected. You are 34 years old this year. You may still have a chance. Of course, I am not talking about the European Cup!" Besic said.

Simunic's eyes lit up: "Me, me."

Besic waved his hand; "I won't take special care of you. You have to let your performance speak for itself. The help I can give you is to let you return to Croatia to play football!"

After saying that, Besic stood up, Van Styak immediately followed, and the two left directly.

After returning to the hotel, Van Steyak approached Besic.

"Are you planning to transform Simunic?" Van Steyak said; "His condition is declining rapidly. There is a reason for the decline in physical parameters, but more importantly, the high-intensity games in the Bundesliga are constantly destroying his confidence. Simunic's performance in this game was very poor. Although his physical parameters declined, this was not the performance he should have performed. He also served as the main player in Hertha Berlin and Milan, so you want to Let him transform?"

The transformation is not only a transformation of position, but also a transformation of style.

Van Steyak; "He has a lot of experience, but he needs to learn to play with experience!"

Besic turned his head; "I can't hide anything from you!"

Vansteyak smiled.

Besic sighed; "Our new generation is indeed good, but they are too inexperienced. Although they have the help of Srna and others, they will also experience the experience of the European Cup, but two years later, the World Cup will be a completely different arena. ”

"We not only need young people, but also experienced veterans. I hope that in two years, Simunic's experience can help us in critical situations!"

"For this reason, he must leave the Bundesliga. If he continues to play like this, his condition will only get worse!"

Compared to the Bundesliga, the intensity of the Croatian League is slightly lower.

Just right for a veteran like Simunic.

Of course, there are some reasons why Besic wants to follow the example of Stimac and others, so that Besic can bring some experience help to these young players from Dinamo Salaghb. On the other hand, he can also Facilitating Simunic's style change.

However, all this still requires Simunic's own performance.

If the performance is not up to par then, he will not be selected for the national team.

Croatia is now in a very critical period.

Besic will not miss the opportunity to sprint just because he feels pity for these veterans.

After these years, Suker, Srna, Modric, Rakitic, Mandzukic and others are all reaching their peak.

This European Cup and the World Cup two years later are extremely critical moments for Croatia.

Therefore, Besic does not tolerate any delaying behavior.

Just like Simunic, once the state declines, it must be cut off immediately.

Although this may be Simunic's last chance at the European Cup in his career, he also needs to be ruthless.

These are all for the World Cup!

"Let's go to Spain tomorrow!"

"Suke!!!——"

“Gooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”

"The 52nd goal!! Suker's crazy state continues!!"

"Real Madrid 3:1 Sevilla!!"

Tens of thousands of Real Madrid fans cheered and shouted at the Bernabeu Stadium.

They kept waving their arms and shouting loudly.

The 35th round was basically won.

There is one more game!

There is only one game left!

As long as they win this game, they can win the championship two rounds in advance!

At that time, they can avoid Barcelona, ​​the pit, and devote all their energy to the Champions League.

It is a pity to miss the King's Cup in the early stage.

But the double crown is also very good!

Hala! ! ! ! ! ! !

Madrid! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ——

The cheers of the whole audience roared past!

On the big screen, Suker jumped up and punched hard in slow motion, and the atmosphere of the entire Bernabeu was further increased.

On the sidelines, Mourinho also clenched his fists.

He is one step closer to implementing his further plan!

As long as he wins the Champions League again this time, Mourinho's prestige in Real Madrid will rise sharply, and the weight in his hands will also increase a lot.

Mourinho's eyes burst into greed.

He is one step closer to taking control of Real Madrid!