football's most handsome

On the evening of July 26, the 2004 Copa America in Peru ushered in the final. The teams of the two sides were Argentina and Brazil. It was puzzling that Riquelme was not called up.

So when they saw each other again in the box, they were quite speechless.

"I didn't expect that Argentina didn't even bring you." When he said this, Redondo frowned and watched. The players haven't entered the field yet, but the Argentines can already see the signs held by those people.

"Yes." Riquelme smiled indifferently, and also looked down at the situation on the field. "Coach Bielsa may think that compared to me, the big head and the clown are more suitable for his tactics."

The big head refers to the Argentine midfielder Dalessandro, and the clown refers to his friend Pablo Aimar, who is also the target of Juan this time. Hearing him mention this name, Redondo subconsciously glanced at his side The calm little coach glanced at him.

In fact, he really didn't want to accompany Juan this time, but he couldn't bear the fact that someone ran to his door in the morning and rang the doorbell persistently. As soon as he opened the door, he handed over the air ticket and the game ticket, with a smile on his face. It was an innocent smile: "I have a ticket, will you go with me?"

...What else can I say?let's go.

Redondo followed them without hesitation. Anyway, Romario, Ermar, Juan Sorin or Riquelme are all in Argentina now, so there is no problem in meeting them directly.

"But you are the head coach. Is it really okay not to stay in the base to supervise the training?" Riquelme seemed to have thought of something, and asked Juan directly. Juan blinked and looked at Redondo. Can't help but smile.

"What are you afraid of? Didn't our Laco's ace also come out to watch the game? I just accompany him, and just come to join in the fun."

Redondo couldn't help giving him a contemptuous look.

This person's ability to reverse right and wrong is also very good!

Of course Juan pretended not to see it, but continued to smile: "What's more, I have a little idea about Argentina and Brazil."

"You still want to poach people?" Riquelme didn't have any special feelings when he said this sentence. After all, although the two evils of South America-Argentina and Brazil have always been the mortal enemies of the intercontinental derby, it is undeniable that, Whether it is Argentina or Brazil, it is easy to produce some very talented talents.

There has never been a shortage of geniuses in these two places. If there is a shortage, it is only the lack of eyes to discover geniuses and the efforts of geniuses themselves.

I don't know how many amazing, talented and beautiful people were ruined by their own indulgent inaction.

But this is also a helpless situation. Most of the players are children from the slums, and their families have no money. Once they are kicked out and become top players, then the colorful world will appear in front of them. Not without it.

"Yeah, what do you think of Aimar?" Juan answered smoothly, "I heard that you and him are good friends."

Riquelme was taken aback, and immediately turned his head to stare at Juan: "...Aren't you joking?"

"Of course not." Juan returned him with a surprised look, "I seem to be the kind of person who can joke?"

"Not like." Riquelme shook his head honestly. "But I remember that Laco doesn't have much money." He said very politely. After all, what his agent told him was that Laco was about to go bankrupt, but look at the calmness of the little coach in front of him. look.

Moreover, the offer to him was not fake. He really went directly to Barcelona to offer him a loan. If he didn’t want to rent him, he could buy him out. However, the price of the buyout suddenly became much higher. It is said that there must be three to four thousand as a base. With this money, many young players from Deportivo have been bought back...

What's more, there is Aimar. Although Benitez left and Ranieri took over Valencia, if his position in Valencia is stable, no one would want to leave, right?

Although Ranieri is a well-known "tinker" in football.

Why call him a tinker?

Because he has always been good at making small-scale changes to the big team's lineup, so as to stimulate their combat effectiveness, but at the same time, his deployment of troops is chaotic, and he has been unable to decide the main lineup for a long time, which is extremely fatal to the clown.

"Yes." Juan smiled back at him, "Laco recently had a new shareholder who invested a lot of money."

Redondo decided not to listen to them, but to watch the game... After all, he came here for the tickets!Um!

If you continue to listen to someone pretending to be aggressive, he can't help but want to hit him!

However, the current situation on the court made him frown a little. It can be said that in this game, Brazil had almost no power to fight back. The two forwards of the Samba Army, Adriano and Fabiano, were suppressed most of the time Participating in the defense in the penalty area, while Carlos Tevez and the others tried their best to tease the Brazilians on the court, the scene looked like Brazil was losing ground for a while.

But whether it was Juan, Redondo or Riquelme, all three of them frowned at the same time.

Perhaps as far as the scene is concerned, Argentina indeed has the upper hand, especially since they had already scored two goals in the first half. It seems that they have won the Copa America. Redondo spoke almost simultaneously.

"Argentina is in danger."

"They've grown up."

"Eh?" Riquelme looked back at the two of them in a daze. He frowned because of his nature. In terms of his character, although he didn't dislike aggressive attacks, it was really detrimental to play with each other like this now. Professional ethics, and now the Argentine players on the field seem to be a little smug.

But even so, he doesn't think his team will be in danger, and what does it mean to be too big?

Noticing his blank gaze, Juan didn't speak, while Redondo took a deep breath, and the coldness in his eyes flashed away.

"Argentina is a bit overwhelmed this year, and the Brazilians on the opposite side are not so vulnerable."

Although Ronaldo, the new force Kaka, and Brazil's main defender Robert Carlos did not participate in the Copa America due to various reasons, but Fabiano, Adriano, and Baptista are so easy to want to compete with. Is there anyone?

Especially for now, although it seems that the Brazilian is being beaten passively, who can say that this is a Brazilian strategy?

"And I noticed one thing, if I didn't read it wrong..." Juan pondered for a while, raised his eyebrows, "Those players in Argentina seem to have slacked off."

"No!" Riquelme subconsciously refuted for his national team teammates, but when he turned his head, Redondo remained silent and didn't say a word, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Is it really not there?" Juan continued, "As far as the first half is concerned, I believe you have discovered that although Argentina seems to be playing very well, the scoring efficiency is extremely low. I don't know what the result will be, but I have a hunch that Argentina will suffer in the second half."

As it turned out, Juan was right.

Brazil equalized with set-pieces and counter-attacks in both halves of stoppage time - especially the second goal, which came in the 90th minute and Fabiano, who had been pinned in his own half, was like a A snake that vomited a message, caught the opportunity and made it overnight, and dragged the game into a penalty shootout. For a while, Riquelme looked at Juan in a very friendly way.

"What's wrong?" Juan looked back innocently.

"Okay, you two don't look at each other." Redondo naturally knew that these two people, one was furious and the other was pretending to be stupid. Maybe they would fight soon, so he could only speak first and suppress the two. "It's time for a penalty kick, be quiet."

The two fell silent.

In 90 minutes, the two teams drew 2:2 and entered the crucial penalty shootout. D'Alessandro was the first to play, but his shot was saved by the goalkeeper.

When Fabiano finally raised his hands high, Argentina knew that this time it was over.

Winning first and then losing, the Argentine missed the champion again. After the game, D'Alessandro shed sad tears, and there was silence in the box.

"Let's go." Redondo got up first, and glanced at the two Juan, "Do you have anything to do now?"

Juan was taken aback: "But now..."

"Don't underestimate them," Riquelme also said at this time, his face was still frustrated with losing, but his eyes were already calm, "No matter what, everyone is a professional player. rise."

Juan froze for a moment, nodded: "I was worrying too much."

However, when Juan Sorin, Pablo Aimar, and Riquelme were sitting together, the crowd began to moan, especially Aimar. Riquelme said no less than three times "It would be great if the coach took you".

Juan and Redondo sat on the other side. Originally they wanted to go there, but both Redondo and Juan felt that they should be given some time to buffer, so they avoided it for the time being. Starting to get a little better, Juan poked Redondo's arm.

"When shall we go there?"

Redondo glanced at him and raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you say you want to meet the other one first?"

"The main thing is that I don't know if he will come." Juan is rarely confident. After all, the opponent is really an elusive person. He has a lazy personality and has been away from the top league for many years. I don't know. Will you be willing to play in the top league?

Naturally, the person sitting next to him also noticed that he was a little absent-minded, and couldn't help but smile after raising his eyebrows for a while: "I thought you were always full of confidence."

"Confidence is not used in this place." Juan sighed, "The other party can be my father, but now I have to drag someone to Laco to listen to my command to play football, which feels a bit unreliable."

"How dare you make an offer if you know it's unreliable?" A lazy voice interjected. Juan and Redondo were taken aback for a moment, and turned their heads at the same time. There was a smiling Brazilian standing behind them.

I don’t know if it’s the genes of Brazil itself or what. As far as the current situation is concerned, people who play football in Brazil are not tall, and they can only be called close to the people. The lone wolf in front of them is a typical case. Knowing when he came over and how many conversations he had heard, but the Argentine boys on the other side didn't seem to pay attention here, which made Juan a little relieved.

"Yes, but you are still very good now." Juan sent a very sincere smile, "I remember you are approaching [-] balls now?"

"Yes, but you also know that Brazil is more powerful in collecting data." Romario sat down while talking, with a very casual expression on his face: "Now can you tell me about why you found it?" I."

Juan was silent for a while, and subconsciously glanced at Redondo beside him, while Redondo looked at his eyes and mind, and did not participate in their conversation, Romario also glanced at Redondo , couldn't help laughing: "Boy, I heard that you are playing football under this little baby now."

... Those who dare to call Redondo a kid in today's football world can probably be counted on one hand.

Juan couldn't help but wanted to lower his head as if he didn't hear, but soon he realized that he was too tender, and Redondo replied softly: "Yes, and I taught this kid."

"Haha, then you are also destined."

Juan didn't know what to say, so he could only bury his head down, not daring to say a word.

Come on, the two big guys in front of you, go ahead and let me sit at the table in Argentina, okay? T▽T

However, Redondo and Romario talked about the old days in a leisurely manner, and Juan did not dare to move, so he could only calmly bow his head and drink water. People have been spitting and talking excitedly, as if they have recalled their glorious years, while Redondo is mostly still quiet, and the excited expression on the Brazilian's face can't be made even more exciting by just interjecting a word.

... After being silent for a while, Juan decided that it would be better to try his best to see what was going on on the other side, so he excused himself to get up and go to the bathroom and left. However, when Juan got up, he found that the Argentine over there was Hurriedly tidying himself up, Juan realized instantly with the sneaky expression of having done something wrong.

What's the matter with eavesdropping, can you have a good time?Or should he be thankful that at least it's in Spanish, so everyone over there can understand it?

It was too conspicuous over there, even if Juan pretended not to see it, he could only step forward after being silent for a while.

However, when he passed by, he could hear Aimar asking Riquelme very nervously: "Why did he find us, why did he come here, what should I do, he seemed to come to talk?"

Riquelme is also really helpless, can he say that the goal of this person was actually them from the beginning?

"Please don't worry, I'm just saying hello." Juan smiled politely, then turned and left without hesitation. At this moment, the three people in Argentina were a little at a loss, and Riquelme was the worst.

Strange, isn't he going to sign them?

But soon, Juan came back from the direction of the bathroom, wiped his hands and asked Thorin very politely: "Is there anyone here?"

"No..." Sorin also looked confused, what's going on with this young man?

"Thank you." The person who sat down with a smile said softly, "The bosses are talking, it's a bit embarrassing for a junior like me to sit there."

"We understand you." "It's okay, just sit down." Riquelme and Sorin immediately cast sympathetic eyes and nodded again and again. Under the shadow of people, so the speeches between the older players are somewhat insensitive, only Aimar remained silent.

But his silence didn't last long before he raised his head.

"Ah." He opened his mouth, "Aren't you the world record, the youngest coach?"

???

While Sorin was stunned alone, Juan extended his hand in a friendly manner: "Yes, I am Juan Dias, the coach of Deportivo, and I will give you advice next season."

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[Today's little science]

What kind of player is Messi's idol Pablo Aimar?

1. Aimar is the kind of player who needs to rest after 3 games because he is prone to injuries.

2. Aimar was one of the many "Maradona II" in Argentina before Messi's debut (such as Ortega, Veron, Riquelme, Saviola, D'Alessandro, Tevez, etc.) Among them, the style of play is most similar to that of Maradona, which has been recognized by Maradona himself.

3. Aimar was recognized by many famous football figures during the peak period of Valencia 01-04. He has a strong breakthrough ability on the court, his style of play is smart and elegant, he has a good overall view on the court, and his passing skills and awareness are excellent. Known as "the player who is worth paying for tickets to watch the game".

4. In the World Cup in Korea and Japan in 02, Aimar, who was only 23 years old, was Veron's substitute in the midfielder position of the Argentine team.At that time, he squeezed out famous players such as Riquelme, Saviola, and Dalessandro to be selected for the national team.

5. During Valencia's glorious years, he was hailed as the best attacking midfielder in La Liga together with Zizou, Ronaldinho, and Deportivo's Belleron.

6. In the summer of 04, with Benitez leaving Liverpool and the arrival of Tinker Ranieri, Valencia's overall tactical play has undergone great changes. Aimar is gradually not being reused. As the number of illnesses increased, he no longer played the amazing performance of the previous few seasons.

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