Chapter 61

Riquelme didn't come back to his senses for a long time, until someone below had scored a goal, and he glanced down, then took a deep breath and sat down next to Redondo.

"Are you serious?"

Redondo stood still, and pointed down very indifferently: "What is the one who scored the goal just now?" ”

Riquelme was still preoccupied with Juan and Laco, so he only subconsciously replied: "Fernando Gago...... The style of play is a bit like yours, very nice guy. ”

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

"Huh?" Riquelme was stunned for a moment, he subconsciously turned his head to look at Juan, and found that this little coach Laco was still studying something seriously, and when he heard Redondo's words, he also subconsciously looked over, the two glanced at each other and then turned their heads, Juan Jr. continued to study things, and Juan immediately lowered his head.

"Fernando, what the hell do you think now? I need to be clear about what you think. ”

"I didn't think much of it." Redondo replied softly, "It's just that my time hasn't passed yet, that's all." ”

"I know how you feel...... And no matter what you say, there is still a little unwillingness. ”

At this point, both Riquelme and Redondo resonate.

Both of them were sold by the club, and the target of the fire sale to their national derby rivals in La Liga is not known 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." ”

"Huh?" Riquelme blinked, and listened to the senior in front of him continue to say lightly: "You also know that when I was in Trinerfe before, my nickname was Real Madrid Killer, and their only solution was to buy me. ”

"It's the same now," Riquelme thought of the Champions League the year before last, and couldn't help but be fascinated, "AC Milan beat Real Madrid twice, and Raul knelt down on one knee to salute you...... Gee. ”

Redondo gave him a smile back: "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 classical striker, and at the same time very conservative in his thinking, he is not very fond of business activities, and he just wants to live in the world of football in a low-key way...... Therefore, when it comes to football honors, he values them much more than anyone else.

For the rest of the day, there was a suffocating silence throughout the box until the end of the game. Redondo and Riquelme got up and were about to leave the box to say hello below, when they were stopped by Juan. "What's wrong?"

"That's ......," Juan scratched his head with some annoyance, "I researched it, Argentina seems to have a gambling and football lottery mechanism?" ”

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

"No, I just wanted to say," Juan winked, "I earned 1601070 Argentine pesos when I was gambling, which side should I receive?" ”

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

1601070 Argentine peso, according to the exchange rate, it is almost 120,000 euros, which is basically Riquelme's weekly salary.

This kid watched a game and made back the money that Riquelme was going to play for a week? Or is it a gambling?

Argentines lost 1-0 to Boca Juniors and advanced to the semi-finals against Boca Juniors.

Fernando Gago was cheered by his teammates after the goal, and after the game, everyone liked to come up and talk to him, praise him for the goal, and it continued until the locker room, he just scratched his head and wanted to say something, but the assistant coach of Boca Juniors shouted at the door: "Fernand...... Uh, ahem, Gago, you come out for a moment. ”

"What, why didn't you call me by name all of a sudden?" Gago didn't think much about it, he came over shirtless, and after returning to the locker room, he began to undress, and now he only has a pair of briefs up and down, but he relied on the fact that no one came in the locker room, and everyone was a man, so he didn't mean to be ashamed at all, so he came over with a big grin.

The 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 eyes were still glancing at the two people standing on the side.

He almost trembled, took several deep breaths to not embarrass himself in front of these two people, and fortunately he and Riquelme have always had a good relationship, after all, it was this summer, a month or two ago, that Riquelme left this candy-box-like stadium and was ready to go to La Liga to break into a new world.

Those two men, the dark-blonde younger, he often saw in the newspapers lately, were the youngest managers in history, and the people standing next to him ......

Fernando Redondo.

Argentina's absolute superstar.

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

Juan was listening to his boss's lecture with low eyebrows, and Redondo was also very direct, concisely and concisely criticized Juan for "crimes" such as "gambling at will" and "making decisions without authorization", but since the result was good, Redondo didn't say much.

The locker room door opened, and they both looked over together, then raised their eyebrows at the same time.

The young man who came out was only a pair of pants away, and he hugged the teaching assistant with a big grin, obviously their usual relationship was very good: "Old man, what's wrong?" Yes...... Mr. Riquelme! Thunder, Thunder, Thunder ......"

The poor eighteen-year-old stammered, and almost immediately turned red at the gaze of four pairs of eyes, and then rushed back to the dressing room like a big girl with a scream, leaving four people to look at each other.

"Boca has always been so unrestrained?" Redondo asked this out of sheer confusion.

“…… It's all a misunderstanding. "Riquelme is very weak, although the Argentine is famous for being chic and arrogant, but he is not so casual that he comes out to meet customers in briefs! How could Redondo, as a compatriot, not know, is it really good to tease him like this?!

"You're his idol, so he's a little excited to see you." The assistant coach wiped the sweat from his face and smiled, Redondo nodded very calmly, only to hear Juan whisper in the back: "Big guy, you really have the style of a superstar." ”

Lei Donduo smiled and was just about to reply to something, when he heard his apprentice continue: "I was nervous to death when I saw a fanatical die-hard fan whose face did not change. ”

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

"Does he have facial paralysis?" Riquelme finally couldn't help but ask, Redondo didn't want to talk to him and threw him a small juan: "Go back and ask him yourself." ”

When Gagotong came out of the locker room with a red face, Redondo, Riquelme and the assistant coach were gone, and a young man with dark blonde hair stood in the entire tunnel of the players.

He endured the huge disappointment in his heart, nodded at the other party and prepared to go back to take a bath again, but he heard the young man's voice say very easily: "Can it take up a little of your time?" ”

Redondo and Riquelme stood outside the players' tunnel, seeing Redondo looking at his watch very patiently, Riquelme's curiosity was finally irrepressible.

"Fernando...... Is that man really your bastard? ”

Redondo's hand paused, squinted his eyes and looked over, Riquelme subconsciously shuddered, and looked at it with a blank eye: "I'm just asking, asking." ”

"It's not." Unexpectedly, Redondo answered him directly: "He is the little guy I took with me when I was at Real Madrid. ”

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

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

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

When Juan found Redondo, Riquelme was gone, and he didn't ask more, but nodded slightly: "Thank you, it's done." ”

"He agreed?" Redondo couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Yes, bring Jorge back and sign him right away." Juan couldn't help but smile, "No matter what you say now, you won't be idle to do." ”

Redondo glanced at the unconscious boy: "I have a lot of things going on right now...... Who is next? ”

"Lukes, the goalkeeper at River Plate." The little coach smiled as he smiled, revealing eight glittering teeth.

Sure enough, as soon as Redondo's huge gold-lettered signboard moved, the entire Ajia boiled. They love and hate the legendary Redondo, but no one doesn't respect him anyway, and everywhere he goes, there are really mountains and tsunamis, and there are many fans who burst into tears because of excitement.

What about Juan? is to play the role of a superstar's assistant throughout the whole process, which makes Redondo angry and funny.

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

At the end of the two-day trip to Argentina, Juan didn't lose anything on this trip, first he was familiar with Riquelme, and then he took his big guy fox fake tiger power, and directly accepted two fans, a Fernando Gago and a Lukes, and the two of them happened to be a back waist and a goalkeeper.

But when he returned, he was greeted with not very good news.

"Juan...... Is this your new player? Jorge, who was originally anxious, saw the two players following him, and was stunned at first and then clapped his hands, "Oops, speaking of signed players...... The Pablo Ibanez we grabbed with Atletico may not be able to get it. ”

"Why?" Juan raised an eyebrow, and Jorge sighed.

"Atletico's side...... The one who persuaded was KIKO. “