Updated: 2013-03-01

To fool others, of course, you have to work hard.

It took five days for Dick to leave the house without leaving the house. When he was hungry, he went to the fast food restaurant next to the hotel to order a Spanish-specific seafood paella to fill his stomach. Then he continued to work hard. Finally, his hard work paid off. Looking at the thick stack of information he typed with the typewriter he bought at a cheap price, Dick breathed a sigh of relief.

Thanks to his English learning in his previous life, Dick still speaks fluent English. He has worked in a foreign company and has communicated with foreigners in real life. There is no problem with dialogue and writing. Although he is now in Spain, European countries have basically studied one or two foreign languages ​​since childhood, and English is one of the compulsory courses when studying, so Dick is not under any pressure to chat with others in English.

Now this information is also written in English. He is not worried that Cruyff will not understand it. You should know that the description of Cruyff in FM is proficient in Dutch, Spanish and English. Dutch and English belong to the same language family. Three languages ​​in the Netherlands are popular at the same time, namely Dutch, English and German. As a Dutch, Cruyff cannot not understand English.

This thick stack of information took a lot of effort. He wrote down all the known tactics of Barcelona's later generations and Lamacia's training methods after his own summary, including suggesting how Lamacia football school should cultivate newcomers in a targeted manner, how to use and training methods of Xavi, what tactics should the Barcelona first team adopt... All of them were written down. After reading the entire information, it was a whole good paper about Barcelona's development in the next ten years!

After writing it, Dick read it from the beginning again, and praised it again and again: "I'm such a fucking genius! If Cruyff was not moved by this, he would be blind!"

Dick began to fantasize that after he arrived at the place, he was raising his tiger body, Cruyffner bowed, the wheel of history rolled, Barcelona entered the Dream II era early, and unified the world...

Although Dick doesn't like Barcelona very much, it seems that only Barcelona is the best choice now - Real Madrid can't fool it. This century-old store is famous for being harsh. Other Spanish clubs Dick has not taken it seriously yet - in front of the two top players in the Spanish Super League, other clubs are all scumbags...

As for going to clubs in other countries... I am timid and have never been abroad, so I dare not go there!

Dick, who was humming a song, accidentally looked in the mirror, and then he was shocked - who is this guy with a messy beard and gray hair? It's so ugly!

Then he immediately realized that it was himself - he was working day and night these five days, and when he was tired, he would sleep, and when he was hungry, he called the small restaurant to order takeaway seafood paella - fortunately the seafood paella tasted very good, otherwise Dick would have vomited a lot!

After understanding this, Dick quickly took off all his clothes and ran to the simple spray head in the bathroom to take a shower happily. His hair was not long, so he just combed it and made it a habit of 30% - Damn, handsome guy!

Dick has always been very confident about his appearance. He is 1.81 meters tall, has broad shoulders, and is dressed in whatever he wears. His face is not a handsome guy, but he is also a handsome guy and is not vulgar at all.

Then he shaved his beard clean with the shaver provided by the hotel. After shaving, Dick touched his slightly blue chin, felt the pleasure of fresh beard thorning through his palms, and then laughed.

"Well, although there are not many good clothes, you can see people."

I also worked in several foreign companies in my previous life. Later, I was too lazy to live a scheming life in a large company and then I took a small civil servant exam in my hometown. I brought a bowl of comfortable meals to eat. Dick naturally knew that during the interview, I didn’t have to wear very well, but I had to be neat and pay attention to the details - foreigners all tidy up this set. After cleaning up those simple clothes, Dick walked out of the room with his simple luggage. Next, I wouldn’t live in such a small hotel. When I became the head coach of the Barcelona youth team, I would live in the dormitory of the Lamacia Football School. When I became the head coach of the Barcelona first team, I would have to live in a luxury house!

With such ambition, Dick walked out of the corridor. After a few minutes, he screamed near the cashier: "What? I only stayed for five days, and I actually charged me 50,000 pesetta! This is more than three hundred dollars! Such a broken hotel costs so much money? The shaver charges another fee? Damn, taking a bath is free. I have only taken one bath in the past five days. Can I get a little room money?"

When two burly men stood up in sight, Dick paid the house in a mess and then escaped from the hotel.

"Bah!" Dick turned his head and spitted hard: "Damn it, when I become rich, I will sell this hotel for free for Chinese tourists to live in!"

After making a ruthless move, Dick sorted out his clothes, then turned around to go to the Barcelona Club - he stopped and lamented: "Damn, how do you want to go to Lamacia Football School? I don't know the way!"

Turning around and looking at the hotel with a dark hole, Dick gave up the idea of ​​going in and asking for directions. The best way was to take a taxi and just say the location. However, only half of the property was left in his pocket, which forced Dick to feel that he should save some money...

If I had known this hotel was so dark, I would have found a cheaper place to stay. I was just working hard, such as air conditioning and TV, which is too wasteful!

It took a long time to finally ask about the route to Lamacia Football School on the street, and then Dick boarded the tram and swayed all the way to Lamacia Football School.

But Dick was lucky so far, and he didn't encounter any troublemakers who deliberately pointed him in the wrong direction. After shaking on the tram for more than an hour, Dick finally arrived at Aristides Street, where Lamacia Football School is located.

When he saw the Spanish flag, Barcelona flag and the quaint building flying around the La Macia Football School, Dick breathed a sigh of relief. After getting off the tram, he continued to sort out his appearance and prepared to walk inside.

Then he was stopped - although Lamacia Football School is not very famous now, it is still a training camp for a big club like Barcelona. How could it be possible for people to enter casually?

Dick was very persuading, and the two similar security guards didn't let him in - Lamacia Football School was not allowed to enter, but those who could enter were either young players and parents, or football school coaches, or staff who made an appointment in advance to do business - Dick couldn't stand any of them, even if he kept emphasizing that he was here to talk to Cruyff, it was useless...

In desperation, Dick could only stand at the gate and wait for the stupidest way - he knew that Cruyff had always worked in Lamacia Football School, and he had to go home after get off work, right? He asked just now, Cruyff was working in the school today...

After waiting, it was three o'clock in the afternoon. Then he saw a familiar guy get off the tram, nodding to the two security guards, and then walking in...

For a moment, Dick didn't have time to think about why this guy looked familiar, so he immediately ran up and questioned the two security guards: "Didn't you say you can't let someone enter? Why did that guy just now go in without any documents?"

A security guard glanced at him and replied: "That's Jose, the first team assistant coach, Mourinho, we know him, so we naturally don't need to show our documents."

Dick retreated in a panic. At this time, he also remembered why he felt that the person looked familiar - that is Mourinho, who is still making a living in the first team in Barcelona!

"Damn, what a traitor is so arrogant!" Dick muttered in his heart.

After a few dozen minutes, Dick felt that he was lucky - because he saw two people walking out of the Lamacia Football School, talking about something while walking. One was Mourinho, who had just walked into the Lamacia Football School, and the other was the leader of the Lamacia Football School, Cruyff, the godfather behind Barcelona!

Seeing this scene, Dick was immediately excited!

Waiting from one o'clock to four o'clock under the sun, Dick felt that he was about to have heatstroke. Now he finally waited for Cruyff to appear, and he didn't drive out, but walked out. This was simply a chance given to God!

So, the two security guards who had been paying attention to Dick immediately saw this guy running towards the owner of the Lamacia Football School at a speed that exceeded the limits of humanity. While running, he reached into his arms with his hand...

"Damn, terrorist!"

The two security guards were shaking at the same time - you should know that the public security in Spain is not very good. The "Eta" organization is still very arrogant now, and the Catalonian region has been making trouble for the **, which has also caused some assassinations to happen occasionally. Such an Eastern Hokkaido is likely to be a terrorist...

Two dedicated security guards immediately rushed over, and when the terrorists in their eyes were about to approach Cruyff and Mourinho, one of the brave security guards rushed over and threw Dick, who had just shouted out: "Mr. Cruyff, my name is Dick...", so he threw himself to the ground, and threw a mouth to chew mud.

Another security guard immediately lay down, then held Dick's hand tightly, and pressed it while shouting at Cruyff: "Mr. Cruyff, Mr. Mourinho, go away quickly, this guy may be a terrorist!"

Cruyff was stunned for a moment, then he and Mourinho took a two-step walk together, and then asked Mourinho in confusion: "Uh... Jose, have you heard clearly what he said just now?"

"Not very clear." Mourinho shook his head: "I only heard him shouting your name and then said, 'I...Dick...'"

"Mr. Cruyff, I...dick (the meaning of male sex-organ in English is also)?"

Cruyff muttered to himself, and a strange expression appeared on his face...

Mourinho's expression was also very strange - Damn, isn't this guy not a terrorist, but a gay man? But Cruyff is not young anymore, and he is so charming that he can meet such a fanatic...what...

Thinking of this, Mourinho couldn't help but shudder - it was so disgusting!

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