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Riquelme didn't come back to his senses for a long time, until someone below scored a goal, and the shouts all over the sky brought him back to his senses. He glanced down, then took a deep breath and sat down beside Redondo.

"are you serious?"

Lei Dongdo stood still, and pointed down very calmly: "What's the name of the one who scored the goal just now?"

Riquelme is still full of things about Juan and Depor, so he just subconsciously replied: "Fernando Gago... His playing style is a bit like yours, a very good guy."

Redondo withdrew his hand and nodded: "Let's go down and say hello later."

"Ah?" Riquelme was stunned for a moment again. He subconsciously turned his head to look at Juan, only to find that the little coach of Deportivo was still seriously studying something. He also subconsciously looked at what Redondo said. Coming over, the two looked at each other and then turned their heads. Little Juan continued to study things, while Big Juan bowed his head immediately.

"Fernando, what are you thinking now? I need to know what you think."

"I didn't think much about it." Redondo replied softly, "It's just that my time has not passed, that's all."

"I understand how you feel... and no matter how you say it, I still feel a little bit unwilling."

On this point, both Riquelme and Redondo resonate.

Both of them were sold out by the club, and the targets of the sale were the mortal enemies of La Liga's national derby. I don't know if it was fate.

"I don't know what your attitude is towards Barcelona now." Redondo smiled, "Although I don't hate Real Madrid, I'm not happy if I don't kill them."

"Ah?" Riquelme blinked, and then heard the senior in front of him continue to say calmly: "You also know that when I was in Trinefe, my nickname was Real Madrid Killer, and their only solution The solution is to buy me."

"It's the same now," Riquelme thought of the UEFA Champions League the year before last, and he was fascinated. "AC Milan double-killed Real Madrid, and Raul knelt on one knee to pay tribute to you... Tsk tsk."

Redondo smiled back at him: "Then don't you want to taste the feeling of the name Barcelona killer?"

Riquelme's emotions were all frozen on his face.

He is a very classic attacking midfielder, and at the same time he is very conservative in his thinking. He doesn't like business activities very much, and he just wants to live in a low-key football world... Therefore, in terms of football honors, he is better than others Much more important.

In the following time, a suffocating silence was maintained in the entire box until the end of the game.Redondo and Riquelme got up and were about to leave the box to say hello, but they were stopped by Juan. "What's wrong?"

"That's it..." Juan scratched his head in trouble, "I did some research, and it seems that Argentina has a mechanism for gambling and football betting?"

Redondo finally realized what Juan was studying all the way from the hotel to the box, he sighed and waved his hands: "I'll let others teach you this later, it's more important to go down to meet people now .”

"No, I just want to say," Juan blinked, "I made 1601070 Argentine pesos when I gambled just now. Where do I want to get it?"

"..." Riquelme and Redondo were a little confused for a while.

1601070 Argentine pesos, according to the exchange rate, is almost 12 euros, which is basically Riquelme's weekly salary.

This kid made Riquelme back the money he earned from playing a week of games by watching one game?Or through gambling?

The Argentine youth lost 0-1 to Boca Juniors, and the team that advanced to the semi-finals was Boca Juniors.

After scoring a goal, Fernando Gago was cheered by his teammates in various ways. After the game, everyone liked to chat with him and praise him for his goal. This continued until the locker room. Scratching his head and trying to say something, Boca Juniors' assistant coach shouted at the door: "Fernan...uh, cough, Gago, come out."

"What, why didn't you call me by my name all of a sudden?" Gago didn't think too much, and came over shirtless. After returning to the dressing room, he began to take off his clothes, and now there was only a pair of briefs on top and bottom, But he took advantage of the fact that this is the locker room and no one came in, and everyone was men, so he didn't mean to be shy at all, so he just came here with a big grin.

The teaching assistant didn't pay attention to Gago's clothes. In fact, he had been chatting with Riquelme, talking about the past and the present, and by the way, his gaze was on the two people standing beside him.

He was almost trembling, and took several deep breaths to avoid embarrassing himself in front of these two people. Fortunately, his relationship with Riquelme had always been very good. After all, it was also this summer, which started a month or two ago. Kerme has just left this candy box-like stadium, ready to go to La Liga to break out a new world.

Those two people, the younger one with dark blond hair, he has often seen in newspapers recently, are the youngest coaches in history, and the person standing beside him...

Fernando Redondo.

An absolute superstar in Argentina.

With such a combination appearing here, he couldn't help but think about it, especially when the three of them appeared here together as a young player.

Juan was listening to his big brother's lecture with a low eyebrow, and Redondo was also very direct, succinctly criticizing Juan's "crimes" such as "gambling at will" and "deciding without authorization", but since the result is Well, Redondo didn't say much.

The door of the dressing room opened, and the two of them looked over together, then raised their eyebrows at the same time.

The young man who came out was only a pair of pants away from Lulu, and he hugged the teaching assistant carelessly. Obviously, they had a very good relationship: "Old man, what's the matter? Ah...Mr. Riquelme! Ray, Ray ,thunder……"

The poor young man stuttered directly. Under the gaze of four pairs of eyes, his whole body turned red almost immediately, and then screamed like a big girl and rushed back to the locker room, leaving the four of them here looking at each other .

"Boca has always been so unrestrained?" Redondo asked this sentence purely out of doubt.

"...It's all a misunderstanding." Riquelme was very powerless. Although the Argentines are famous for being unrestrained and unrestrained, they are not so casual as to come out to meet guests in briefs!As a compatriot, how could Redondo not know, is it really okay to tease him like this? !

"You are his idol, so he was a little excited when he saw you." The assistant coach wiped the sweat off his face and smiled, Redondo nodded calmly, only to hear Juan whisper behind him: " Boss, you really have the demeanor of a superstar."

Redondo smiled and was about to answer something when he heard his apprentice continue to say: "I was so nervous when I saw a fanatical and die-hard fan who didn't change his face."

"..." The three Argentines looked at Juan's face at the same time, and as expected, they met a delicate face that was as calm as stagnant water.

"He has facial paralysis?" Riquelme finally couldn't help asking. Redondo didn't want to talk to him and threw a little Juan at him: "You can ask him later."

When Gagotong came out of the locker room with a blushing face, Redondo, Riquelme and the assistant coach had disappeared, and there was a young man with dark blond hair standing in the entire player tunnel.

He suppressed the great disappointment in his heart, nodded at the other party and was about to go back to take a bath again, but he heard the young man's voice very relaxed: "Can I take a moment of your time?"

Redondo and Riquelme stood outside the player tunnel. Seeing Redondo looking patiently at his watch, Riquelme finally couldn't suppress his curiosity.

"Fernando... Is that man really not your illegitimate son?"

Redondo's hands paused, and he squinted his eyes to look over. Riquelme trembled subconsciously, and watched helplessly: "I'm just asking, just asking."

"No." Unexpectedly, Redondo answered him directly: "He is the little guy I brought with me when I was in Real Madrid."

"Oh, Real Madrid." Riquelme nodded understandingly: "It's hard for him to retire so early and become a coach."

"Have you thought about it yet?" Redondo didn't want to say anything more at this time, raised his eyebrows and looked at his friends around him: "If you still can't make up your mind, see you in Peru in half a month."

"Half a month later?" Riquelme was stunned for a moment, "You mean the Copa America final... OK, see you then."

When Juan found Redondo, Riquelme had disappeared. He didn't ask any more questions, but nodded slightly: "Thank you, it's settled."

"He agreed?" Redondo couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"Yes, Jorge will be able to sign a contract with him as soon as you bring him back." Juan couldn't help smiling, "No matter what you say now, you won't be idle."

Redondo glanced at the restless boy: "I have a lot of things to do now... Who is the next target?"

"Lukes, the goalkeeper of the River Plate." The young coach of Dekko smiled, showing eight neat teeth that were shining coldly.

Sure enough, as soon as Redondo, the huge gold-lettered signboard, moved around, the whole Ajia boiled up.They love and hate the legendary Redondo, but no matter what, no one disrespects him. Wherever he goes, there are really mountains and tsunami, and there are many fans who burst into tears because of excitement.

Where is Juan?He played the role of the superstar's little assistant throughout the whole process, which made Redondo angry and funny.

The young man tried his best not to attract attention, and he almost wore a motorcycle helmet to travel with him.

The two-day trip to Argentina came to an end. Juan’s visit was not a loss at all. First, he got to know Riquelme, and then took his big brother to pretend to be a tiger, and directly accepted two fans, one Fernando Garcia Ge, a Lukes, two people happen to be a midfielder and a goalkeeper.

But when he came back, what greeted him was not very good news.

"Juan... this is your new favorite player?" Jorge, who was originally anxious, was stunned when he saw the two players behind him, and then clapped his hands, "Oh, speaking of signing players... The Pablo Ibáñez we robbed with Atletico may not be available."

"Why?" Juan raised his eyebrows in a deep voice, while Jorge sighed in contrast.

"Atletico Madrid... the one who persuaded was KIKO."

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[Today's little science]

KIKO: Atletico Madrid prince before Torres, retired in 02 due to double foot injuries

【Today's Small Theater】

#金字signboard Redondo#

#东哥, the flag of Argentina! #

Player A: "Is there anything in Deportivo that can attract me to join?"

Juan: We have Redondo

"Oh oh oh!!! Sign sign sign!!!"

Player B: "You Depor are all sold out, how are you going to play?"

Juan: We have Redondo

"I'm FKJ23PUT#$^&%... get the contract quickly!!"

Player C: "Lacco is just a small broken place, a fishing port, right?"

Juan: So what?We have Redondo :)

"...Lacco really deserves to be an important port city in Spain, attracting international superstars one after another..."