Chapter 67: South America's Twin Evils

On the evening of July 26, the final of the 2004 Copa America in Peru was held by Argentina and Brazil, and it was puzzling that Riquelme was not called up.

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

"I didn't expect Argentina to even bring you." Redondo frowned as he said this, and now the players hadn't entered the stadium, but the Argentines could already see the signs they were holding.

"yes." Riquelme smiled indifferently and looked down at the situation on the field as well. "Coach Bielsa probably thinks that the big head and the clown are more suitable for his tactics than me."

The big head refers to Argentine striker Dalessandro, and the clown refers to his friend Pablo Aimar, who is also Juan's target this time, hearing him mention this name, Redondo subconsciously glanced at the quiet little coach next to him.

In fact, he really didn't want to accompany Juan this time, but he couldn't bear to run to his door in the morning and ring the doorbell, as soon as he opened the door, he handed over the ticket and the ticket, with a very innocent smile on his face: "I have a ticket, will you go with me?" ”

…… What else to say? Let's go.

Redondo followed the people without hesitation, anyway, whether it was Romario, and Mar, Juan Sorin, or Riquelme, they were all in Argentina now, and it would be no problem to go directly to meet them.

"But you're a head coach and don't stay in the base to supervise training, is it really good?" Riquelme seemed to have thought of something and asked Juan directly, Juan blinked, looked at Redondo, and couldn't help but smile.

"What are you afraid of, didn't our Lako's ace also run out to watch the game? I'm just accompanying him and joining in the fun. ”

Redondo couldn't help but give him a disdainful look.

This person's kung fu of reversing right and wrong is also very powerful!

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

"You still want to poach people?" Riquelme didn't have any special feelings when he said this, after all, although Argentina and Brazil have always been bitter rivals in the continental derby, it is undeniable that both Argentina and Brazil are prone to produce some very talented talents.

There has never been a shortage of geniuses in these two places, and if anything, there is only a lack of eyes to discover geniuses, as well as geniuses themselves.

I don't know how many amazing and brilliant people are ruined by their own indulgent inaction.

But this is also a helpless situation, most of the players are children from the slums, and the family has little money, and once they kick out and become top players, then the world of flowers will appear in front of them, and it is not for nothing that they are fascinated by the flowers and gradually become charming.

"yes, what do you think of Aimar?" Juan replied very smoothly, "I heard that you and he are good friends. ”

Riquelme was stunned for a moment, and immediately turned his head to stare at Juan tightly: "...... You're not joking? ”

"Of course not." Juan gave him a surprised look back, "I look like the kind of person who can laugh?" ”

"Not really." Riquelme shook his head honestly. "But I remember you Ruco don't have much money." He said it very politely, after all, his agent told him that Laco was almost bankrupt, but looking at the little coach in front of him, he was very calm.

And his offer is not fake, he really went directly to Barcelona to offer him on loan, if you are not willing to loan, it is okay to buy out, but the price of the buyout is a lot higher all of a sudden, how to say that there must be three to four thousand bases, with this money how many young players have bought back Deportivo LaCoruna......

What's more, there is also Aimar, although Benitez has left and Ranieri has taken over Valencia, but if his position in Valencia is stable, it is estimated that no one wants to leave, right?

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

Why do you call him a tinker?

Because he has always been good at making small changes to the lineup of big teams, so as to stimulate their combat effectiveness, but at the same time, he sent troops chaotically and could not decide the main lineup, which was extremely fatal for the Joker.

"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 and watch the game...... After all, I'm here for the ticket! Well!

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

However, the situation on the field now makes him frown a little, it can be said that in this game, Brazil has almost no power to fight back, the two major strikers of the Samba Army, Adriano and Fabiano, are pressed in the penalty area most of the time to participate in the defense, and Tevez They are desperately teasing the Brazilians on the field, and the scene has a feeling that Brazil is losing for a while.

But whether it was Juan, Redondo, or Riquelme, all three of them frowned in unison.

Perhaps it was Argentina who had the upper hand in terms of the pitch right now, especially since they had already scored two goals in the first half, and it looked like they were going to win the Copa America, but after a moment of silence, Juan and Redondo spoke almost at the same time.

"Argentina is in danger."

"They're holding it up."

"Huh?" 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 like to attack, but playing each other like this is really a bit detrimental to work ethic, and now the Argentine players on the field seem to be a little fluttering.

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, and Redondo took a deep breath, a cold glint in his eyes.

"Argentina has been a bit too big this time, and the Brazilians on the other 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 for various reasons, are Fabiano, Adriano, and Baptista such people as good people to want to work with?

Especially now, although it looks like the Brazilians are being beaten passively, who can't say that this is a ploy by the Brazilians?

"And I've noticed one thing, if I hadn't misread it......" Juan pondered for a moment, raising an eyebrow, "The Argentine players seem to have been a little slack. ”

"Not really!" Riquelme subconsciously argued for his national team teammates, but when he turned his head, Redondo remained silent and didn't say a word, and he chuckled in his heart.

"Is there really none?" Juan continued, "As far as the first half is concerned, I'm sure you've already found out that although Argentina seemed to be playing very well, the goal scoring efficiency was extremely low, I don't know what the result was, but I have a hunch that Argentina will suffer in the second half. ”

As it turned out, Juan was right.

In the stoppage time of the two halves, Brazil equalized with set-pieces and counter-attacks respectively - especially the second goal, which came in the 90th minute, Fabiano, who had been pressed in his own half, was like a snake spitting letters, seized the opportunity and dragged the game into a penalty shootout, and for a while Riquelme looked at Juan with a less friendly look.

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

"Alright, don't look at each other." Redondo naturally knew that these two people, one was angry and the other was pretending to be stupid, and he might be going to fight in a while, so he could only open his mouth to suppress the two of them first. "It's a penalty later, be quiet."

The two men were silent.

In the 90 minutes, the two teams were tied 2-2 and went into a crucial penalty shoot-out, with D'Alessandro coming on first, but his shot was saved by the goalkeeper.

When Fabiano finally raised his hands in the air, Argentina knew that this time was over.

Winning first and then losing, the Argentine once again missed the championship, and after the game, Dalejandro shed tears of sadness and silence in the box.

"Gone." Redondo was the first to get up and glanced at the two Juans, "Do you still have something to do now?" ”

Juan was stunned: "But now ......"

"Don't underestimate them," Riquelme said at this time, his face still with the frustration of losing, but his eyes were already calm, "no matter what, everyone is a professional player and can afford to lose." ”

Juan was stunned for a moment and nodded: "It's me who is too worried." ”

However, when Juan Sorín, Pablo Aimar and Riquelme sat together, they simply began to sigh around them, especially Aimar, Juan had already said to Riquelme no less than three times, "If only the coach took you".

Juan and Redondo sat on the other side, originally they wanted to go over, but Redondo and Juan both felt that they should be given some time to buffer, so they avoided it for a while, and the relationship over there began to improve a little, Juan poked Redondo's arm.

"When are we going to go?"

Redondo glanced at him and raised an eyebrow: "Didn't you say you wanted to see the other first?" ”

"I don't know if he's coming." Juan is rarely a little lacking in confidence, after all, the other party is really an elusive person, his personality is relatively lazy, and he has been away from the top league for many years, and I don't know if he will be willing to play in the top league.

Naturally, the person sitting next to him also noticed that he was a little absent-minded, raised his eyebrows and looked at him for a while and couldn't help but smile: "I thought you had always been very confident." ”

"Faith is not used in this place." Juan sighed, "The other party can be my father, but now I have to pull someone to Laco to listen to my command and play, which feels a little unreliable." ”

"You know it's unreliable, and you kid still dare to make an offer?" A lazy voice interjected, and Juan and Redondo were stunned before turning their heads to a grinning Brazilian standing behind them.

I don't know if it's Brazil's genes or what, for now, the people who play football in Brazil are not tall, and they can only be called close to the people, and the lone wolf in front of him is a typical case, and I don't know when he came over and how many conversations he listened to, but the Argentine guys on the other side didn't seem to pay attention to this, which also made Juan a little relieved.

"Yes, but you're still very good." Juan gave a very sincere smile, "I remember you're approaching nine hundred balls now?" ”

"Yes, but you also know that Bajia is more powerful in this place." Romario sat down as he spoke, with a casual expression on his face: "Now can you tell me why you found me?" ”

Juan was silent for a while, and subconsciously glanced at Redondo beside him, and Redondo looked like he was watching his nose and nose, and did not participate in their conversation, Romario also looked at Redondo, and couldn't help laughing: "Boy, I've heard that you are also playing under this little doll now." ”

…… People who dare to call Redondo a kid in today's football may be counted on one hand.

Juan couldn't help but look down as if he hadn't heard, but soon he knew that he was too tender, and Redondo replied softly, "Yes, and I taught this kid." ”

"Haha, then you also have fate."

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

Come on, the two big guys in front of you, you guys go to your own devices, I'll go to the table in Argentina, okay? T▽T

However, Redondo and Romario reminisced unhurriedly, Juan did not dare to move, and could only bow his head there very calmly and drink water, and I don't know where the two Kan Dashan went, and the Brazilians have been spitting and talking about it since then, as if they have recalled their eventful years, and Redondo is still calm for the most part, not to insert a sentence that can make the excitement on the faces of Brazilians even worse.

…… After a moment of silence, Juan decided that it would be better to try to see what was going on on the other side, so he excused himself to get up and go to the bathroom to leave, but when Juan got up, he found that the Argentines over there were hurriedly cleaning up, and the sneaky expression made Juan realize instantly.

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

It was too conspicuous over there, Juan couldn't even pretend not to see it, and after being silent for a while, he could only step forward.

However, in the past, he could hear Aimar nervously asking Riquelme beside him: "What should I do, what did he find us, what did he do, what did he seem to be talking to?" ”

Riquelme is also helpless, can he say that in fact, this person's target from the beginning was them?

"Please don't worry, I'm just saying hello." Juan smiled politely, then turned away without hesitation, and this time the three Argentines were a little dazed, 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 ......" Thorin was also confused, what is the matter with this young man?

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

"We get you." "It's okay, it's okay, just sit down." Riquelme and Sorin immediately cast sympathetic glances and nodded repeatedly, since Argentina except for one Maradona, these players have lived in the shadow of that person from time to time, so they are also a little insensitive to the speech between the older players, only Aimar remained silent.

But he didn't stay silent for long before he raised his head.

"Ahh He opened his mouth, "Aren't you the world record, the youngest manager?" ”？？？

In the stunned eyes of Sorin alone, Juan kindly stretched out his hand: "Yes, I am Juan Dias, the coach of Deportivo La Coruna, and I will give you a lot of advice next season." ”