Chapter 52 Torres
Fuenlabrada, south of Madrid.
It was an ordinary and quiet afternoon.
The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the children who usually play football in the scorching sun are taken home by their parents to take a nap.
The streets of Germany were unusually quiet for a while.
On the second floor of one of the houses facing the street, the window was suddenly opened, and a young man with freckles on his face came out. He was sleepy and looked like he had just woken up from a nap, and was looking around.
But unfortunately , he didn't find his father's car parked downstairs as he was expecting.
Just as he closed the window in disappointment, he suddenly heard a familiar horn sound. The boy suddenly opened the window again, leaned most of his body out, looked in the direction of the sound, and sure enough, he saw the familiar old car.
"He's back! Dad is back!" The boy turned around and ran excitedly, shouting as he ran.
He went downstairs quickly and rushed straight to the front door.
At this time, the father had parked the car and walked out, seeing the three children at home who were full of expectations.
There was a longing in their eyes that made him even more ashamed.
"I'm sorry, kids. I tried my best and only got two tickets. I have to give them to your grandparents."
The father watched helplessly as the light in his three children's eyes gradually faded and turned into disappointment.
I still can’t buy tickets?
"Fernando, why don't you ask your coach again?" Brother Ezra nudged his younger brother with his elbow.
"Yeah, go ahead and ask. I've been looking forward to this game for a long time. It's a crucial battle for relegation. I'll regret missing it." Sister Marypas also encouraged her brother.
The freckled boy looked at his brother and sister, pursed his lips, and said with a look of disappointment, "I asked, no."
After a pause, the boy turned to his sister and said, "You should ask your boyfriend to grab it and give it to us."
Ezra nodded repeatedly, "Sister, he makes sense."
"But I told him that my brother is an Atletico Madrid player..." Marypas was embarrassed.
The three siblings sighed in unison.
At the entrance, their father, Jose Torres, a former Atletico Madrid player, was equally embarrassed.
"Sorry, kids. I originally thought I could get them, but my friend told me that tickets for this game are incredibly hard to come by, especially lately. The team's performance has been getting better and better, and all the fans are eager to get in to cheer for the team. As a result, ticket prices are being driven up by scalpers."
"Dad, I think we should buy season tickets. With season tickets, we can buy individual tickets first." Torres suggested.
Jose Torres looked at his youngest son and smiled. "When you make it to the first team, I'll buy season tickets for the whole family and we'll go to every game to cheer you on."
The sister and brother nodded, "Fernando, try harder."
"Didn't they say last time that the first team was going to recruit you? Why haven't you heard anything recently?" Marypas asked curiously.
"I don't know. I was on vacation at the time. I heard that Mr. Yang Hao wanted to recruit four people, but only two showed up. One of them is now a starter, Pablo Garcia, and the other has also been on the bench, Antonio Lopez."
"What about you?" Ezra asked with concern.
He didn't seem to care about his brother's future, but rather the season tickets his father had promised him.
With season tickets, they can go to every home game.
"Yes, when will you come in? The professional contract has been signed for a long time." My sister was also a little impatient.
Torres sighed again and murmured, "I've been waiting too, but Mr. Yang Hao seems to have forgotten me."
The boy's freckled face was filled with anxiety and uneasiness about the future.
Their family is not rich.
My father was once a youth player of Atletico Madrid, but he did not play well in his career. Fortunately, he has been cultivating his children since childhood.
His elder brother Esra had no talent for playing football, but Torres stood out from the crowd since he was a child and performed very well. It was natural for him to enter Atletico Madrid's youth training camp.
As the team's rising star, Torres has been valued by the club and signed a professional contract last year, but he has never had the opportunity to join the first team and he has been waiting.
For him, playing football is not only a future, but also a way to change the fate of his family.
"It's okay. You know, we've been so busy lately. There's so much going on, from avoiding relegation to the King's Cup. The club is in a mess right now, and everything is out of order. I guess Mr. Yang Hao just didn't think of it for a moment."
"When the new season comes and everything settles down, I guess they will remember you," Jose Torres comforted.
The freckled boy nodded, but the disappointment on his face did not diminish at all.
He also wanted very much to enter the Calderon Stadium and witness with his own eyes the sacred moment when the team he believed in avoided relegation.
It is said that all the fan clubs in Madrid are organizing activities, and some people even photoshopped Mr. Yang Hao's photo into the image of a savior to express their respect and gratitude to Mr. Yang Hao.
If it weren't for him, Atletico Madrid would have been relegated to the Spanish Second Division this season, which would have been an unimaginable disaster.
"Okay, kids, let's prepare a sumptuous dinner in the yard and watch the live broadcast at the same time," suggested Jose Torres.
"All right."
The children were all listless.
It's hard to do, but this is the only way.
Just then, the doorbell outside suddenly rang.
"Who is it?" Jose Torres walked over and opened the door.
There was a very young man standing outside the door. Torres thought he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.
"Hello, is this Fernando Torres 's home?"
The young man greeted them with a smile.
"Yes, may I ask who you are..."
"I'm the physiotherapist for Atlético Madrid's first team and my name is José Carlos García Parales."
It was only then that the Torres family noticed that this young man, whose smile made people very approachable, was wearing Atletico Madrid's training suit.
The freckled boy also suddenly remembered at this time that he had seen this Parales from afar. Every time he saw Mr. Yang Hao, he would always see Parales beside him.
When Torres thought of this, his scalp suddenly went numb and he felt excited.
Could it be that... Yes, it must be, Mr. Yang Hao still remembers me!
"Mr. Yang Hao asked me to come here. He told me to tell you, Fernando, that he hopes you can go to the game live this weekend. He also told you to prepare in advance and start training with the team next week and go to Mallorca this weekend."
For a moment, the Torres family was stunned.
When happiness comes too suddenly, it is really hard to accept.
Torres originally imagined that the best news would be to join the first team, but he did not expect that he would be arranged to play.
"Now... isn't this the critical moment for relegation?" Jose Torres was also surprised.
At this critical moment, let your son go?
Although I was very happy, I was still worried.
"Mr. Yang Hao is talking about the last round."
"What's the difference?"
"After the 37th round against Sevilla, we successfully avoided relegation," said Parales with a smile.
Jose Torres was stunned again.
Isn’t this too confident?
He is so confident that he is lawless!
But why does it sound so cool and exciting?
If we successfully avoid relegation in advance, we can arrange for the young players to play in the last round. Isn’t this a double happiness?
"But we can't buy tickets." Torres felt a sense of loss again.
Parales smiled. He suddenly felt that this little guy with freckles all over his face was quite cute.
"Since Mr. Yang Hao has said so, he won't let you go without tickets. Here's how it goes: How many people in your family want to watch the game? How many tickets do you need? Count them and call me when the time comes. I'll pass the message along to Mr. Yang Hao, and he'll get the tickets ready for you."
"Really?" The Torres family suddenly became excited again.
"Of course." Parales nodded with a smile.
He could feel that Yang Hao attached great importance to Torres and often mentioned him from time to time, but he never had time to meet him.
Now that he finally remembered it and made him make this special trip, it shows the status of Torres in Yang Hao's mind.
However, Parales did not stay at Torres' house for long, because Yang Hao asked him to find another person.
Gabi.
This is also a player that Yang Hao attaches great importance to.
After seeing off Parales, the Torres family cheered excitedly.
Double happiness!
"Fernando, you have to work hard. It can be seen that Mr. Yang Hao really values you!" The father was excited and did not forget to remind his son.
Torres nodded heavily.
Like all Atletico Madrid fans, he regards Yang Hao as a hero. It is his honor to be able to play for a hero!
"By the way, Dad, are we going to prepare a sumptuous dinner?" asked Marypas.
She wanted to get some definite information before deciding whether to invite her boyfriend over.
"Do it, do it tonight!" Jose Torres shouted excitedly.
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Yang Hao had no idea how big a reaction his actions had caused in the two families around Madrid. He was still staying at the Majadahonda training base, studying the weekend match against Sevilla.
Although he was full of confidence, he still had to be careful .
Sevilla is destined to be relegated, but if they are careless, they may very well mess it up.
Just like Bosque, didn’t he mess up Real Madrid’s centenary celebration?
Yang Hao absolutely doesn't want something like this to happen to him.
It is said that Atletico Madrid fans throughout Madrid were shocked by this weekend's game.
In Hill's words, this is comparable to Atletico Madrid winning the championship!
This is not an exaggeration.
For many teams in the lower reaches of the league, successfully avoiding relegation is just like winning the championship, and both are moments worth celebrating.
The difference is that if you win the championship you have to parade around the city, but if you avoid relegation you can’t do that, lest you make a fool of yourself.
But that didn't stop the fans from celebrating wildly.
I heard that even the Madrid police department was alerted and wanted to strengthen security around the Calderon Stadium. They have also been communicating with Atletico Madrid, saying that some arrangements require the club's cooperation.
This was the first time Yang Hao had seen such a grand occasion.
But he also felt the status and weight of football in this city and in the hearts of these fans.
Precisely because of this, he must not lose this game!
