After a week of setbacks in Barcelona, Richard faced constant rejections. Sitting in a coffee shop not far from Camp Nou, he rested his chin on his hand and sighed deeply.
David Silva sipped his juice and, seeing how hard Richard had been hit by the failures, couldn't help taking a jab.
"Haha, Barcelona aren't even paying attention to you!"
Richard rubbed his temples and sighed. "It's entirely expected. I was mentally prepared for this before I came; it's just… the contrast is too stark."
In reality, Richard knew his target was different this time. Even though he was only eleven years old, it should have been easier than the David Silva case.
It was said that his first coach, Señor Blai, was extremely protective of him — especially judging from the papers spread out in front of Richard. It was Fàbregas' profile within La Masia.
"Six goals as a volante…"
That was very unexpected.
