ball magic

When Rafael returned to the locker room, Bielsa was already waiting in the locker room.

When they saw him, Aimar, Zanetti, and Redondo coming in one after another, their eyes wandered on them, and they hesitated to speak.

Raphael knew that the coach was an honest man, so he took the initiative to explain: "We have no problem."

As soon as this remark came out, Redondo gave him an idiot look.

Because this made the melon-eaters in the locker room all pay attention to them, and the gossip eyes instantly enveloped the two of them.

Of course they are both!

Can the little ball bully still have "no problem" with Aimar and Zanetti?

There must be something wrong with these two arrogant ghosts.

Raphael turned a blind eye to these gazes, just being so calm.

Bielsa looked at him who was calm, and then at Redondo, who was still princely and elegant, but didn't know how to react, and finally chose to nod.

Well, just nod your head.

Bielsa repeatedly told himself that since the players said there was no problem, he believed that they were all right.

And it's not that the two don't pass the ball, so why should he care so much?

Besides, aren't they doing great?

Ignoring the eyes of those curious babies, Rafael went straight to the cabinet and just took off his jersey with his backhand when he saw Simeone winking at him.

Raphael glanced over and found that this guy was being passionate

Simeone, who clearly believed his "no problem" with Redondo had something to do with him, looked both moved and anxious.

This made the little ball bully not know what to say, so he could only stroke his hair as a comfort.

"Today we did a good job on both ends of the offense and defense, and we will continue to maintain it in the second half. If Chile starts to attack aggressively in the second half, we need to seize the opportunity to counterattack..."

Bielsa simply emphasized a few points, then turned his attention to Rafael, and said with a rare joke: "Rafa, you seem to have finally remembered that you are wearing the No. 10 jersey."

He was referring to the performance after Rafael and Redondo "had no problems".

Raphael, who focuses on offense, is the offensive organizer he wants, and Redondo, who is capable of some organizational tasks and perfect defense, is the partner he chooses for Rafael.

Bielsa's ridicule made the locker room laugh, but Rafael's response was a little special

Let Simeone, Zanetti, Batty and even Redondo be surprised and special.

"I've never forgotten it, any more than I've forgotten who bestowed it on me."

The entire locker room fell silent.

The way they look at the guy who utters sweet words is all my eyes!

How could this guy say such things in public?

Or to Bielsa?

This world is too magical!

Aimar looked at the expressions of his teammates, especially the big guys like Redondo and Batty, and he couldn't help laughing until his stomach ached.

That's good, Curly thought, I should let the world know that this guy has such a sweet mouth and such a thick skin!

Rafael turned a blind eye to the gazes of his Sand Sculpture teammates.

Every word he said was from the bottom of his heart. Was Bielsa not good enough for him?

Without Bielsa, his national team appearance record would still remain at an embarrassing 3 games. He would still be the traitor who was reviled by the Argentines, but he would never have the chance to prove his ability and prove that it was Passarella's mistake!

And Bielsa gave him the number 10 jersey.

He withstood the pressure of the Boca gang, whether it was Veron, who performed so well in Serie A, or Riquelme, who had already shined in South America, and even Ortega was turned away.

Bielsa made him the youngest captain in the history of the Argentine team.

In order for him to beat Ronaldo, let the whole team make the ball for him.

Old Tuo favored him, old Robson favored him, Pekerman also favored him, but so did Bielsa.

Of course he must remember his kindness, remember all this.

Facing Raphael's out-and-out "affectionate confession", Bielsa laughed!

He looked at Rafael in the silence of the room and said: "Anyone who becomes the coach of the Argentine national team should do so. This person is me, and it is my honor."

This is really...

Really...

Shocking.

The shock on Aimar's face was hard to hide.

Not saying it in an interview.

Not in private.

For Bielsa to show his preference like this in the dressing room, in front of the whole team, is a moment that would make every player aiming for the number 10 jealous.

But the guy who was envied and hated by them actually picked up his reserve, smiled at the coach, and then pulled up the spare jersey and put it on, as if he just took the initiative to flatter, and let the Argentine locker room stage a master-student scene People are not like him!

It made Aimar want to boo him!

Bielsa obviously noticed everyone's little emotions. He looked around the locker room and said with a smile: "I am also lucky to be able to coach you. You know, I almost arrived in Spain."

This is his heart.

It is of course his luck to be able to coach Argentina.

The team he wants to coach is not only the most luxurious Argentine team after Maradona retired, but may even be the most luxurious lineup in the history of the Argentine team

The premise is that they can lift the gold cup.

But why should they miss it?

Bielsa's words were also very pleasant to the players' ears.

Although everyone knows very well that their coach has performed at a super level in terms of speech skills and emotional intelligence today, and the recognition of the coach also means that they have further consolidated their status in the national team, and they are also away from the World Cup qualifiers in two years. World Cup, even the World Cup is one step closer.

Bielsa then seriously blew them a few words, and finally said: "In the second half, everyone worked hard to score a goal, and then rang the gong to retreat, waiting for the group of Brazilians!"

This made everyone applaud and support loudly!

What could be better than winning the America's Cup?

Get rid of Brazil and win the cup again!

Even Raphael is jumping for joy.

Think about it, Rivaldo, Ronaldo, Cafu, Carlos... The current Brazil is extremely dreamy, but is it not worth his expectation to defeat such a Brazil and conquer South America?

These expectations are all expressed in the corners of his eyes and brows, and this kind of fighting spirit also makes him shine.

Well, this is Aimar's filter effect.

But in the eyes of others, even in the eyes of Redondo, such Raphael is also a qualified team leader.

Since the head coach had nothing to say, Raphael walked out of the locker room grabbing the captain's armband.

Before he could pull off the captain's armband, he patted his ass with one hand.

He immediately glared at the guy who attacked him, but the guy who slapped his butt stared at him with a "tsk" and then walked away.

Aimar immediately covered his mouth, blocking the laughter that almost blurted out.

The guy who dared to shoot him was none other than Batty.

Boss, um, absolute boss.

There is a big boss taking the lead, and the little ball master is not angry, and the others are not polite!

The group of sand sculptures patted his shoulders, waist and buttocks one after another, and then left without stopping.

No, their wild laughter was still left behind...

When Simeone wanted to start a fight with him, Raphael almost threw him over his shoulder, looking for a beating?

Simeone could only shake his head and ran out with regret.

Raphael looked at his back and snorted, very satisfied that he finally shocked the group of sand sculptures, when he heard a whistle.

When he turned around, he found that the whistler was actually a middle-aged man!

I didn't expect you to be such a Redondo!

Redondo, who was glared at by him, only slightly raised his eyebrows, and said jokingly: "You have a good eloquence. You are indeed qualified to be the captain."

At this moment Raphael finally realized!

Why did Batty give him a "tsk", and why did the others dare to touch him.

Jealousy, these guys are jealous of him!

Now this literary middle-aged man actually blatantly satirizes him as the captain by pampering him!

Rafael was almost blown away by this scapegoat!

Redondo didn't care about his angry little eyes, and walked away in his glare. Zanetti, who was watching the play, seemed to be unable to bear it, and trotted after him, but his laughter was left in the player tunnel Inside.

"Hahaha!" Aimar couldn't help laughing, it can't be his fault, he really endured it for a long time.

This made Rafael finally angry. He glanced at his partner, snorted and walked out of the player tunnel.

Aimar didn't try to coax him either. After all, although a certain guy is getting more and more childish and more and more fond of acting like a baby, they are still standing on the field.

Besides, since he has become Bielsa's most beloved disciple, he is still undisguised, so of course he has to bear everyone's jealousy.

This is the treatment he deserves!

When the Chileans stepped onto the court one after another, before the start of the second half, he saw Rafael looking over with grievances, his small eyes were still mixed with bright grievances, and he blinked at the big lion a few times and said "Brazil". mouth shape.

This word really has magic power, making his partner look different from before.

Although he was ridiculed by the literary middle-aged, after the start of the second half, Rafael still tried to communicate with this guy by passing the ball.

This guy is slow, not slow on the ball.

Maybe it’s because he really has a tacit understanding with him. Redondo asks for and delivers the ball to his teammates more frequently, while Rafael runs and responds more flexibly. His position is almost unlimited. From the left to the On the right, he can appear in any position and help any teammate.

In this way, the ball was firmly controlled by them, weaving into a dense net.

The Chilean team, who wanted to attack, could only shrink back and tried to defend the score. Goalkeeper Marcelo Ramirez also became the God of Chilean fans.

"Football is a game where South Americans keep the ball at their feet, and that's true," said Robson Sr.

He glanced at the time by the way, the game had only lasted 58 minutes, but the game had lost its meaning to him, because he was already looking forward to the final.

So he looked at his son and suddenly suggested, "Will you have a drink tonight? Go to the bar?"

Martin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and then yelled, "Mom!"

Old Robson glared at him!

You actually want to sue?

Martin whispered: "It's fine to drink some red wine, but you still want to go to the bar to drink? Mom disagrees, so I won't accompany you."

Old Robson snorted, and heard the commentator's voice suddenly rise. Turning around, it turned out that it was Batty, who was spitting out cakes today, and finally scored the goal.

This also allowed Batty to tie Ronaldo in the scorer list and tied for second.

Then the old Robson saw Rafael rushing over, as if he wanted to celebrate the goal with Batty.

A second later, he saw his disciple reach out his sinful hands and rub Batty's blond hair into a golden lion king.

That's good, being a captain should be like a captain, old Robson thought with relief.

The author has something to say: a thousand words should not compare to a sentence...

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