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Chapter 14: The First Supporter


After the Sevilla Youth Team restarted the ball, after a few passes, Albiol intercepted the ball in advance, and then drove the ball out of the sideline with a big kick.

Then the referee blew his whistle, ending this wonderful game.

Fans on both sides were not stingy with their applause and gave it to the twenty-two young people on the field.

In this thousand-person stadium that can only accommodate two thousand people, the applause was endless because of this game.

So wonderful "Ohyeah" Ai Luo jumped up happily, habitually jumping high and waving his fists.

This celebration is Ai Luo's favorite celebration, because he thinks this celebration is the most handsome and domineering.

After finishing the celebration, he hugged Andy, who was closest to him, and said excitedly: "Hey, little black man, we helped the team win in our first start, haha, be happy."

"Haha, I must be happy."

Andy smiled and patted Ai Luo on the back, and continued, "Thanks to you, Ai."

Ai Luo laughed happily.

This guy just likes others to praise him.

Every time someone praises him, he smiles like this without any concealment.

In particular, I praised him unreservedly and liked him very much.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Aiello is the biggest contributor to this game.

Therefore, his teammates all came to him to hug him and celebrate after the game.

In addition, they usually have a good relationship in private.

To have such a performance in his first start is really rare and worthy of encouragement.

Even a complicated-looking Herrera Jona joined in the celebrations.

What a great atmosphere After a while, a blond young man wearing Sevilla's No. 4 jersey, with long hair flying, looked at the celebrating Valencia youth team, curled his lips and frowned, walked behind Aiello, hesitated, Then he pushed Ai Luo's back.

"Yeah" Aiello turned around and looked at Ramos strangely.

Ramos took off his jersey and held it in his hand, "Exchange jerseys, Chinese."

"Hey" Aiello was also very neat.

He took off his No. 28 jersey, exchanged it with the jersey in Ramos' hand, put Ramos' jersey on his shoulder, and then stretched out his right hand: "Hey , my name is Ai Luo, I hope to meet you. " Ramos couldn't help but laugh at Aiello's words.

He held the jersey exchanged with Aiello in his left hand, stretched out his right hand, and said with a smile: "Sergio Ramos, nice to meet you."

After saying that, he took a photo He patted Ai Luo on the shoulder and added, "My friends call me Sergio, Ai Luo."

"The name is really convoluted," he continued.

"Haha, that's why my teammates call me Ai," Ai Luo explained with a smile.

Afterwards, the two complimented each other, said a few words of encouragement, waved their hands, and each turned around and walked towards their team's coaching bench.

After taking two steps, Ramos remembered what he had to say before and turned around unconvinced.

Said, "The one who wins next time will definitely be our team."

"Hey, let's wait and see Sergio."

Not to be outdone, Aiello turned around and waved his fist.

After celebrating on the field, under the leadership of Raul Albiol, we came to the fans of the Valencia Youth Team, because in addition to the loyal fans of the Valencia Club who came to watch the youth team game, this is The family members and friends of the players on the field were there.

Look at David.

Silva high-fived his father in celebration, and then hugged his mother.

The whole family was having a good time, and Aiello had mixed emotions when he saw it, because he really wanted to have someone to share his achievements with when he won.

"Ai ai ai" Sighing secretly, she heard someone calling her name.

She looked up and saw Uncle Sam, shirtless and waving an orange jersey.

He stopped when he saw Aiello looking over, using his words that could be compared to Antonio Lopez.

He shouted with a loud voice: "Boy Ai, you did a great job, I'm so proud of you."

Aunt Ari, who was standing next to Uncle Sam, seemed very quiet.

She just waved to Iroh, but she smiled brightly.

"Boy, you performed so perfectly."

"Hey kid, I'm starting to like you, come on" "Handsome guy from China, I like you so much" In addition to Uncle Sam's praise, he could also hear other sporadic sounds.

Although it was not very clear, Ai Luo knew that these compliments were given to him, so he smiled happily, waved at the same time, and responded.

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Cazorla Samper looked at his son in front of him and said everything he could, but his son didn't listen.

This left Cazorla Samper really helpless.

After the game, he refused to go home.

He said that he was waiting for the No. 28 player who just beat the Sevilla youth team.

He also said that he would not go home until he got his signature.

This made Cazorla Sampe I was in trouble.

I really couldn't think of any other way to deal with my stubborn son, so I had no choice but to accompany my son and wait beside the bus of the Valencia Youth Team.

There is no denying that this is a good father.

"Hey, Daddy, I saw him."

Then he ran quickly in the direction of Ai Luo.

Casola Samper looked at his son's little back and could only follow him impatiently, muttering to himself.

Linguistic: This is because you have forgotten your father after meeting your idol.

Aiello walked out with his arm on David Silva's shoulders, discussing Raul Albiol's new girlfriend with freckles and huge breasts with gusto.

Then he saw a Sevi wearing a small size.

The little fan wearing Leah uniforms ran towards him and shouted in a milky voice, "No. 28, are you the orange No. 28?"

Ai Luo looked at the child who had just reached his lap, touched his head, squatted down and said, "Well, I am Valencia's No. 28.

What's wrong?

Where are your family?"

The little guy pointed at his father who was not far behind him, and then said with a smile on his face: "I am your fan, can you sign your autograph for me?"

The milky voice made the teammates behind Ai Luo laugh.

Raul Albiol laughed and joked: "Unexpectedly, Ai's first fan is actually a young Sevilla fan, haha."

The Valencia youth team burst into laughter.

Even Antonio Lopez and Juan Pizzi, who were walking at the end, started laughing.

"Tall brother, don't talk nonsense, I'm just a fan of brother No. 28."

His voice was milky, but his tone was very firm.

Cazorla Samper came over, came behind his son, and said to Aiello: "No. 28 of Valencia, can you sign my son's name?"

Then he saw his son's eager eyes and raised his hand.

He said slowly: "In order to wait for you, he took me and waited for you outside for more than an hour."

Hearing this, Ai Luo was a little touched.

He arched his waist and touched the little guy's head again, and asked with a smile: "Little guy, you want my signature, where are your paper and pen?"

The little guy tilted his head back and said very cutely: "Oh, I forgot, brother, wait for me."

Then he turned around and asked his father: "Daddy, daddy, lend me the notebook in your bag.

"Then without waiting for Casola Samper to react, he took the bag and rummaged through it.

Cazorla Samper looked at all this with a smile.

He did not help his son get anything out, because he had deliberately paid attention to cultivating his son's independence since he was a child.

He just smiled and watched all his son's movements.

What a loving father Ai Luo's eyes were red, thinking of his parents who were thousands of miles away, and thinking of an old saying: What pity the hearts of parents in the world.

Soon the little guy dug out a notebook that was longer than his own arm in Cazorla Samper's bag, happily handed it to Aiello, and then handed the signature pen over with a smile.

Ai Luo wiped the corners of his eyes, then took the notebook and pen, and said with a smile: "Little guy, you haven't told me your name yet."

The little guy blushed and turned around embarrassedly and asked his father: "Daddy, Daddy, I'm so happy that I forgot how to spell my name."

The little guy caused another burst of laughter.

"Serge Samper" Cazorla. er” Aiello thought for a while, what should the first fan write to celebrate?

Cazorla Samper seemed to see through Aiello's thoughts, and said with a smile: "My son's dream is to be as good as you in the future."

Serge Samper also cooperated with his father and said loudly: "Yes, brother, I will be as good as you in the future."

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So Aiello wrote on it: Come on lovely Serge Samper, you will definitely be better than me in the future.

Signed oveaieo According to Ailuo's explanation, Ailuo's word "AI" has the same pronunciation as love in Chinese, so it is very reasonable to use the English word for love to sign.

After signing, he handed the book to Cazorla Samper, but the little guy quickly snatched it away.

The little guy looked at it and nodded with satisfaction, "Thank you, brother No. 28."

I saw the fat driver who opened the bus door and poked his head out.

He shouted at the top of his voice to the members of the Valencia Youth Team who were gathered around the bus, "Little bats, get on the bus quickly or I'll go home by then."

The check-in time has expired, you have to stay in the club to testify for me."

Originally, everyone's focus was on the cute little guy.

After hearing the fat driver's humorous voice, Antonio Lopez, who was walking at the back, clapped his hands and said, "Go home, little bats."

He took the lead on the bus. .

Seeing his teammates boarding the bus, Aiello gently touched Serge Samper's head and said, "Little guy, I'm leaving."

Then he held the handrail at the door of the bus, stuck his head out, and waved, "Goodbye. " "Brother No. 28, goodbye" Serge.

Samper shouted loudly with milky breasts, seeming reluctant to leave.

Watching the bus door gradually closing and then slowly leaving his sight, he took his father Casola Samper's rough hand and said, "Daddy, let's go home."

"Okay, baby boy, let's go home."

Cazorla Samper picked up Serge Samper and put him on his broad shoulders, turned around and walked in the opposite direction of the bus.

What he didn't notice was that the son on his shoulder looked back at the bus that had left, looked at the signature in his hand, and secretly swore in his heart: I will be as powerful as my big brother in the future: