Godfather of national football

Chapter 315 Slums ([-])
"Of course I won't sell it. In another year, I will be able to get the land," the boss said with a smile.

Li Guo looked at the other party's age is very old, it is estimated that the end of 40 years.

In fact, these "poor ghosts" can still make a fortune by selling their land. No wonder they all live happily in slums.

The boss rubbed his hands, "Sit down, distinguished friends, here you can taste the most authentic Brazilian food."

After everyone sat down, the waiter served everyone a cup of yerba mate tea. The waiters in the shop seemed to be children from the slums, which could be regarded as job creation.

Yerba mate tea is a special beverage in Rio. It can be bought everywhere on the beach and on the streets, and there are special vendors selling it.

The drink is slightly bitter at first, and has a strong grassy taste, but the bitterness will gradually disappear after drinking, but a sweet aftertaste lingers in the mouth.

Li Guo likes this flavor very much, but young people like Mu Fei and Geng Chong don't like it, they like something more exciting.

Seeing Mu Fei frowning, Li Guole was overjoyed, "Why, isn't it good?"

Mu Fei nodded, "It's like traditional Chinese medicine, how can it taste good?"

"Then what would you like to drink?"

"Coke."

Li Guo smiled and said, "This is good for your health."

Mu Fei stuck out his tongue, "Head, my body is good enough."

The other players couldn't care less about talking, and they kept looking at the beautiful scenery. I have to say that this place is approaching the top of the mountain, and the scenery is very beautiful.

The Chinese players did not order, and the Portuguese menu could not be understood. Li Guo simply asked the boss to serve the most distinctive dishes.

The most distinctive thing in Brazil is of course the Brazilian barbecue. From a long distance, everyone could smell the aroma of the barbecue. When the waiter brought the barbecue, the players couldn't help it, and started directly.

Mu Fei directly tore a piece with his hands and put it in his mouth. The waiter at the side covered his mouth and laughed softly. Li Guo said, "Mu Fei, pay attention to your image, you are a primitive."

"It's so fragrant, I can't help it."

Although the other players were not as rude as Mu Fei, they were similar. For some reason, this home-cooked barbecue was more fragrant than the barbecue made in the hotel. Later, the boss revealed a little secret, that is, the charcoal used was different.

"Augusto, you can go to Rio to open a store, it will definitely be a hit," Li Guo said.

But the black boss just chuckled, "I like it here and everything about the ghetto."

After eating delicious roast meat, it is also a drink. It is the famous black coffee in Brazil. After eating a slightly greasy roast meat, I have a cup of black coffee without adding anything. The feeling is amazing, and the coffee does not feel bitter.

"Just for this meal, I have to come to the World Cup next year," Mu Fei said.

"No Promise, No Promise!"

Seeing that his teammates were saying that he was worthless, Mu Fei lowered his head and concentrated on eating.

At this moment, a freckled head poked in, and it turned out to be Fernando Torres.

"Come on, guys, I found it. This is where the aroma of barbecue comes from."

It turned out that the Spanish players had smelled the fragrance from a long distance away, so they began to look for it. Fortunately, Torres was the first to find it.

Immediately afterwards, Harvey, Iniesta, Busquets, Casey and others stepped up one after another, and the scene was a bit awkward.

Li Guo waved, "Come, let's eat together."

Cassie said, "No, let's open another table."

The boss shrugged and pointed around, "My place is only this big, it's impossible to set up another big table."

Busquets walked over and sat down beside Fonso, "Friend, can you give me a pair of knives and forks?"

"Of course!"

After taking the knife and fork, Busquets began to eat. The other Spanish teammates saw it, and they didn't care about being polite, so let's start.

"You seem to be the guy who scored the last penalty," Mata told Zheng Zhi, who both play in England and speak good English.

"Competing on the field next game?"

Mata chuckled, "I don't necessarily have to play."

Over there, Geng Chong sat with Alba, who also played left back, and Geng Chong said: "You are very fast."

Alba was also polite, "You are also very good."

Alba belongs to Barcelona, ​​he can praise him, Geng Chong believes it is true, "Really?" Alba thought to himself while eating, "How do I know."

Chen Gelin, Lin Zhijian and Harvey sat together. The two are fans of Harvey. Harvey is first-class in both skills and character on the court, and he can be regarded as a moral model in the football world.

The two originally wanted to ask for advice, but it was a pity that they couldn't speak the language. In addition, Harvey outside the court was also very shy and seldom spoke.

The funniest thing at the dinner table was Zhang Linpeng and Ramos. They sat together like brothers.

Mu Fei joked, "Zhang Linpeng, did any of your ancestors go to Spain?"

Everyone laughed, and even the Spanish players thought they looked alike, even with their hairstyles. Zhang Linpeng felt embarrassed and said to Mu Fei, "There are too many people who look alike."

"But they look alike, and there are not many who play right back."

"It's just you talking too much, well, everyone is not allowed to laugh." Li Guo said.

But after quieting down, Zhang Linpeng and Ramos looked at each other, as if they were looking in a mirror, and felt happy.

At this time, the Spanish boss Bosque was late, and Li Guo left a seat for him, so Bosque sat down.

"Hello, Vincent, we meet again."

"Hello, but I really didn't expect you to be my opponent in the final."

There was still some pride in Bosque's words, and Li Guo didn't say anything. Li Guo was clear about the future of the Spanish dynasty, but he didn't need to say anything now.

After eating, we stayed for a while. Today's trip is coming to an end. The players got on the bus and returned the same way.

When I came down from the Rocinha slum on the halfway of Corcovado Mountain, I saw the beautiful beach and the rich area of ​​Rio in front of me. The middle class in Brazil lived there. Before going up the mountain, everyone thought it was unfair. Why are some people poor and others rich?
But after going down the mountain, everyone didn't have such an idea. Perhaps those living in the middle class were not as happy as those in the slums.

Li Guo smiled suddenly. It was like the game was about to start. The Chinese team came from a slum, while Spain was a great dynasty. The champions in the past five years were soft, but what happened in the end?

Li Guo didn't know either.

There are many beautiful girls on the beautiful Ipanema beach in front of him. Li Guo squinted his eyes, quietly admiring the beautiful scenery in front of him.

(End of this chapter)