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Chapter 66 Bet
"Bet with him! Kahe, don't be cowardly!"

"You can't lose your momentum if you lose anything, Kach, accept Roman's challenge!"

"Roman seldom bets with others, seize the opportunity, Kahe, let us see how powerful you are!"

The teammates booed again. Nehat is a playful person. When it comes to eating, drinking and having fun, he has never convinced anyone in this team. If he takes second place, no one will dare to say that he is the second. First.

We may not be the best at playing football on this team, but bet hey, I'm a pro!
Nihat patted his chest and looked at Riquelme confidently: "I made a bet with you, I can do anything, I will follow. Tell me, how do you bet, Roman?"

Riquelme didn't talk nonsense, took a look at Fan Bizhuang, and said directly: "I have a way to make Fan enter the 18-man roster in this round of the league, do you believe it?"

"Ha, the list has been determined a long time ago, and the names of the [-] people have been completely read out by coach Ruben. If there is no accident, this list is unlikely to be changed. Roman, you will not Are you confused, playing such a losing bet with me?"

Nihat said this with a smile. Although he has a hearty and rough personality, he is not a fool. After he finished speaking, he ran on Coach Ruben with words, "Coach Ruben, the list has been determined a long time ago. You You won't change it arbitrarily, will you?"

Ruben knew what he was worried about, and he raised the notebook in his hand: "Everyone's name is written here, at least within today, it will not be changed."

"Then I'm relieved." Nihat smiled and raised his finger, shaking it in front of Riquelme's eyes, "You heard it all, Roman, I can give you a chance to repent, as long as you admit defeat now , then I will give up this bet.”

Riquelme also smiled authentically, with a look of determination in his eyes: "No, Kach, I believe I will win the bet."

Nihat didn't even know where Riquelme's confidence came from, but he didn't think too much about it. Anyway, in his opinion, he was sure to win this bet.

"Well, it's settled. What's the stake?"

"If you win, I will promise you a request. I can do anything, as long as you want, I will definitely do it."

Riquelme's leisurely response made the surrounding teammates stunned for a moment, and Sorin, who has been with him recently and is also an Argentine, came over and said worriedly: "Do you think about it again, Roman, this guy You are full of bad ideas, don’t make it to the end, if you lose, what embarrassing request does he make?”

"Ha, Juan, what do you mean by that, do you think I look like the kind of guy who has 'I'm a bad guy' written all over my face?"

Nehat complained dissatisfiedly.

As a result, all the teammates around him nodded in agreement, causing him to suffer no less than [-] points of damage.

"I'm too lazy to tell you guys." Nehat bared his teeth and looked at Roman, "If you lose, you can dance for everyone on the training ground, wearing maid clothes, how about it, no problem, Roman?"

One player burst out laughing with a "Pfft~", this guy is really disgusting enough, dancing is nothing, just dancing in a maid's costume, thinking about this scene makes people speechless, I can't bear to look directly at it.

Of course, these unscrupulous guys don’t think it’s a big deal to watch the excitement, and some people are even looking forward to what a beautiful scene Riquelme dancing in a maid’s clothes would be.

Riquelme ignored Sorin's worries, and when he was about to speak, Fan Bizhuang stopped him and shook his head at him: "This guy is disgusting, Roman, don't accept this bet."

"Don't worry, I won't lose." Roman nodded with a light smile, and said directly to Nehat, "I agree. But what if you lose?"

"Will I lose? Ha, what a joke. I, Kach, have never lost a bet. I'm the little prince of the nightclub in Villarreal. I..." Nihat made a mistake of boasting again, and was rejected When the head coach looked at him, he was immediately frightened, grinned, and spread his hands, "What do you think, Roman?"

Roman paused, with a thoughtful look on his face.He was full of confidence in this bet. However, being calm and silent, he rarely had the experience of teasing others. When Nehat asked such a question, he really couldn't think of any good ideas for a while.

Pires came over, pointed at Nehat and said with a smile: "This guy is so shameless, let's teach him a good lesson this time, how about I give you some advice?"

Pires is also a quirky person. He and Nihat are called the team's two big jokers. They are also full of bad ideas. Riquelme's eyes lit up and he nodded.

With Riquelme's approval, and under the expectant eyes of his teammates, Pires laughed and said: "Well, if you lose, man, you will have to play without underwear this round. Of course , This is just one of the bets. Of course we can't let you go so easily. After all, people can't tell if you don't wear underwear. So, if you score a goal, you have to take off your shorts when celebrating. How about yelling three times at the camera, 'I'm an idiot!' while looking at my balls?"

This idea is really detrimental. The players around were stunned for a moment, and then all laughed.

"This is good, this is good!"

"Robert, you still have a way!"

"From today onwards, in terms of shamelessness and black belly, I only obey Robert!"

"This guy is too bad, you have to be careful, don't offend anyone if you offend him!"

With Fan Bizhuang's indifferent temperament, when he heard Pires' proposal, he couldn't help squatting on the ground, his face twitching non-stop.He now has a deeper understanding of the shamelessness of these new teammates. Is such an idea really something a normal person can come up with?

Think about it, under the watchful eyes of nearly 5000 people at the Love Song Stadium, and under the witness of countless fans watching in front of the TV, Nihat took off his pants and pointed at his balls , Shouting "I'm an idiot!" Such a picture is simply too beautiful to imagine.

No matter how thick-skinned Nihat was, when he heard such a bad idea at first, he blushed and stomped his feet angrily, pointing at Pires and yelling: "Damn Robert, you are trying to play me to death. Can't hold up your head in front of the whole world, don't you have the face to face people?"

Pires looked innocent, shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands: "Aren't you afraid, Kach? If you want me to say, if you are afraid, admit it, there is nothing shameful, we are all your old friends, no one will Laughing at you. Besides, aren’t you very confident in winning the bet, even if you lose the bet with Roman in the end, you may not necessarily score, right? So buddy, look..."

Pires has said that, if Nehat is scared now, he will really have no face to call himself the first player of the team in the future. He blushed and yelled at Pires with gritted teeth : "Fuck, I bet! I can't lose!"

Pires, who had succeeded in trickery, laughed again, and he winked at Riquelme, as if to say, I have done everything I can, this idiot has already been set, and the rest will be left to you.

While grinning, Riquelme looked at Nihat: "Are you sure? No change? If you confess now, I can give you a chance to repent."

This is originally returning what he said just now. Nihat felt like shooting himself in the foot with a stone. He originally wanted to tease Riquelme, but now it looks more like he has woven a Set, put yourself in it?

Of course, at this time, Kahe definitely won't admit cowardice. He patted his chest: "I, Kahe, spit on a nail and say what I say. Everyone is a witness. This bet is made!"

At the end, he added: "Anyway, I won't lose."

At this time, everyone finally remembered that although Pires' idea was bad enough, the premise of this bet was that Riquelme could win.Can he win?Everyone is not optimistic, because the 18-man roster has been confirmed and has been made public by coach Ruben, and Ruben vowed that he will not make changes today, that is to say, Fan Bizhuang wants to be selected for the 18-man roster today. Basically impossible.

No matter how you look at it, Riquelme has no chance of winning the bet!
However, Riquelme was still chuckling confidently, and said unhurriedly: "That may not be the case, Kach."

"Ha, I really want to see how you beat me when you knew it was impossible?" Nihat, who understood the key point, started to shriek again, showing his might to Riquelme with his eyes. .

"It's very simple. In fact, when Coach Ruben read the list just now, I counted it carefully. Although he closed the book, if I remember correctly, he should have only read the names of seventeen people, and there are still [-] names. There was one whose name he did not pronounce."

Riquelme spoke calmly, walked up to coach Ruben, and stretched out his right hand to the small book in the opponent's hand.

"Is that okay, Coach Reuben?"

Coach Ruben gave Riquelme an appreciative smile and nodded. Pellegrini was also on the sidelines, showing a bewildered smile.

The smiles of the two made the players exclaim in a low voice in surprise, while Fan Bizhuang opened his eyes wide, full of anticipation, will it be like what Roman said?Coach Ruben only read seventeen names, and the remaining one was his name, but the other party didn't pronounce it?
Nehat, who already had a premonition of something bad, also opened his eyes wide. He blinked and smiled dryly twice to hide his worry and embarrassment, but kept chanting: "God bless, Jesus bless, Holy Mother Mary Leah bless..."

The answer is obvious. God did not hear his prayer. Riquelme took the small book and opened it to the page full of names. At the end, the English abbreviation of Fan Bizhuang was impressively listed. The word "FAN" made everyone cover their mouths and exclaim.

"This... this really exists!"

"Fan's name is really on it? But why didn't Coach Ruben announce it?"

"How do I know? However, Roman should have won this bet, right?"

"Yes, guys, I think this is the time for a moment of silence for poor Kacher!"

Amidst the discussion, everyone looked at Nihat with "compassionate" eyes.

"It's over, it's a mess!"

Nihat's eyes darkened, and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood, he turned his head and hugged Riquelme's thigh pitifully: "Great Roman, can you give me a chance, this bet...forget it ?”

What responded to him was the unscrupulous and carefree laughter of all the players.

Even Fan Bizhuang, who was suddenly surprised, squatted on the ground again, laughing loudly!
(End of this chapter)