Chapter 19

Raphael got his wish and took back the autograph book from Maradona's hand, in a good mood. The sharp-eyed Pezzella found it for the first time, and hugged Raphael and exclaimed: "Oh, how can this autograph book be in your hand, and the coach didn't confiscate it?!"

Raphael triumphant: "I have worked so hard for it, of course in my hands." ”

"What do you mean?" Pezzella was puzzled.

Raphael gave him a rough explanation of Maradona's bet with him.

"You bet with Maradona for these autographs?!!!!!

"Is that an exaggeration?" Raphael blinked, "and I won." ”

"But you didn't know before you bet, did you?"

"How do you know if you don't give it a try?" Not to mention that the bet is still very beneficial to himself, after all, as long as he scores a goal, he can guarantee not to lose. If Pezela knew what he was thinking, she would probably vomit blood.

But at this time, Pezzella was speechless: "You don't need to take it back at all...... Why do you want so many copies? Are you going to put them up for auction on eBay?"

"Can this still be sold?" Raphael asked in surprise.

Pezzella's egg hurts: "Okay, when I didn't say it. So what are you doing with it?

"Manu, Lucas, they want it. Raphael's mouth turned up, with an angelic smile.

Pezzella was moved: "It turns out that you are for them, Raphael didn't expect you to be so good friends! You actually took such a big risk for them......!

"Of course," Raphael's eyes were full of murderous anger, "I'll throw the autograph book in their faces when I go back, and then break off their friendship! These bastards, make me lose so much face! Do you know how many Messi's autographs they want?"

"Ahem...!"

"Don't interrupt me, I'll be angry when I mention this, if I want one or two signatures, I'll just ask for it, but they want each one, can I still go to Messi and say, please sign me a dozen names, I'm crazy to do this, no matter how crazy the fans are, there is no such thing...... It's crazy!" Raphael was overwhelmed with grief and indignation when he thought of this, so he said that he should be cautious in making friends.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

"Pezzella, are you choking on saliva?!" Raphael turned his head in displeasure, and then saw Pezzella looking at him in great embarrassment, and there was a man standing next to him, the same person he had just mentioned, who was smiling at him with embarrassment.

…… This trip to South Africa is nothing short of what he does...... Raphael was speechless.

Maradona's closed training in South Africa caused both the media and Argentine fans to complain and dissatisfied, so when the training was fully opened for the first time, there were 300 journalists, hundreds of "long guns and short guns", and thousands of fans showed up, and the densely packed Teaser Stadium could only accommodate more than 1,000 people to fill the stepped stands.

Especially when Messi, Higuain and other big-name stars appeared one after another, the cheers on the scene never stopped.

Not to mention that there is a manager who is more coquettish than the players - Maradona.

As one of only two football kings in the world, he is not as majestic as ordinary coaches, and he is still a personal madman. Intra-team matches are often arranged by him as a game, and sometimes he even has to show off his footwork himself, and the losing side still needs to be punished...... For example, standing in the goal and letting the winner kick the fart.

As a result, Maradona once played by himself within a few minutes, his team lost, his body was huge, and he became the key target of the winning side, the reporters and fans in the stands laughed, Maradona also had a stern warning expression, "Don't play the coach!" The result can be imagined, even Raphael wanted to kick his fat ass......

It's a mess of chickens and dogs.

Rafael sometimes feels that with such a head coach here, it is a luxury to want to prepare for the game.

However, the fans at the scene still liked him, and a thousand people were stunned to create an atmosphere like the World Cup final......

With such a coach who loves to play treasures, and a superstar like Messi, even if Rafael is handsome and splits the sky at this time, no one pays attention to it, and only a few newspapers will deliberately take photos of him as a representative when mentioning the youth sparring team.

However, the public training was only one day, and then Maradona continued to train behind closed doors, and the media could only enter the last 15 minutes, and given the high popularity of the Argentine team, the reporters could only suffer from the frustration. One reporter also joked that going to the Tukes Stadium was "like going to prison".

However, as a member of the "prison", Rafael felt that without the disturbance of the media and the cheers of fans, HPC was as quiet and beautiful as a paradise, which was still very good. So much so that on the afternoon of June 7, the national team had its first holiday since it was stationed in South Africa, and the youth team also got a rare holiday, but he did not plan to take this opportunity to go out and have fun.

"Training maniacs, don't do this, let's go out and have a walk, South Africa is still very beautiful. "Pezzella couldn't understand how Rafael could be so eager to focus on training 24 hours a day, when talented people worked so hard that it was almost desperate for an ordinary person like him.

"No...... Go!" Raphael was sitting on the bed and drying his hair, and he had just finished a set of punches and took a shower.

"Go, go," Pezzella urged, "just buy some souvenirs, if you don't bring some back to Manu, you'll be talked about for a long time." ”

Raphael looked up faintly: "No...... Want...... Follow...... I...... Raise...... He...... Guys!"

Pezzella raised her hand in surrender: "Okay, okay, what about buying it for Mom and Dad? And aren't you going to experience the local special food? I heard that the seafood here is very good, and there are many snacks, especially ostrich barbecue...... Ahem, doesn't it sound a little scary, actually eating ostriches...... However, it is said that the meat is tender and elastic, and it is very delicious......"

Raphael was finally moved (he would never admit to being seduced by the food) and went out with Pezzella, but he didn't expect that he would be separated from them in a flash......

Raphael was not afraid of getting lost, so he simply wandered around by himself. Pretoria is really a very beautiful city, with beautiful scenery, flowers and trees, roses blooming everywhere, and even the faint scent of flowers fills the air. Because of the World Cup, the streets are crowded with tourists or fans from outside, whether it is dark skin, white skin or yellow skin that makes him feel more familiar, it is very common, and many people have the national flag painted on their faces, probably because their Argentine team is stationed here, and the number of Argentine flags on these face paints is second only to the South African flag.

However, what made him uncomfortable was that many of them still held a kind of slender plastic horn about a meter in their hands, and someone always blew it from time to time, which made a buzzing sound, like a large fly flying, but it was more harsh. It's super ugly...... The people who were blowing were still puffing up their strength, and they were smiling and happy, and Raphael couldn't understand their aesthetics.

After visiting a few grocery stores, he learned that this kind of thing is called "Woo Woo Zula", which is commonly known as "ghost horns" by the locals, and was used to drive away baboons. The owner of a shop also recommended it to Rafael, saying that this is the best way to watch the World Cup, especially to watch the game on the spot, and blow the woo vu zu la together to cheer for the team!

Is this refueling...... This is harassment and intimidation!

Raphael was horrified, what a terrible thing it would be for tens of thousands of people to blow it together in the stadium, and he felt his scalp tingle and his eardrums bulge when he thought about it. If he had followed the news a little more, he would have known that as early as a month ago, someone from FIFA wanted to ban fans from bringing vuvuzula into the stadium...... But there was no response, so his fears were about to come true......

Not wanting to hear the shrill hum, Raphael kept the crowd on the right and left, and as soon as he came out of a corner craft shop, he saw a black-haired girl standing on the side of the road on the phone, why did he notice, because the other party was speaking Chinese.

"I don't see a taxi, what should I do?"

"Ahh......h Oops, I don't know English, it's so annoying!"

"Come to me, you know I'm stupid. The girl spoke so loudly and loudly that Raphael accidentally listened to two sentences and knew that the other party was probably separated from his friend.

"Sign, I'll take a look......" The long-haired girl looked left and right, and her eyes lit up when she saw Raphael, "There's a handsome blonde boy in front of a craft shop, and I'm on the road opposite him!"

Raphael: "......" wouldn't mean me, if your friend could find you and my surname!

It is likely that the sister's friend also thinks the same, and the sister pouted: "You sue me yourself, you have a handsome guy radar, okay, okay, no kidding...... I'll take another look at ......."

The girl racked her brains and looked at it for a long time: "I'm ...... under a cloud"

Raphael looked up and saw that the girl was really right......

The girl was anxious: "I'm not kidding, it's just this cloud in the clear sky!Hey, hey, Lu Xiaoxiao, you bastard!Hang up on me!" Her fingers pressed quickly on the phone, but before she could dial her best friend's phone again, she heard a clear and nice voice ringing beside her: "Hello, do you need help?"

She looked up and saw that the beautiful blonde boy she had just seen was looking at her gently with a warm smile.

She was stunned for a moment, and stumbled for a long time: "Hello...... MyEnglishisbad,Canyouspeak......" half-ringed, "Oh, are you speaking Chinese?!"

Her face turned red in an instant.