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Chapter 3 It's just a short circuit
On the coastal road on the beach, two cars were parked one behind the other, the door facing the sea was open, and a gray-haired old man was sitting in the slightly larger car behind him, who was none other than Zagallo.

Mario Zagallo, legendary star, legendary coach, so legendary that people call him the godfather of Brazilian football.

Pele is the only player to have won the World Cup three times as a player, though he is not the most legendary player in World Cup history.The most legendary is Zagallo. He has participated in six World Cups as a player and as a coach, winning five championships and one runner-up. That is to say, every time Brazil wins the World Cup is related to him.

Also, don't forget that both Bailey and Ronaldo have been taught by him more or less.

It is a bit different from the image on the TV. At this time, Zagallo is not wearing glasses, and his body is much thinner, giving people a taste of dying years, which makes people have to lament the cruelty of time.

"Hey, it's not Leiter, I thought he was here on vacation?" Seeing the person coming, Zagallo smiled awkwardly.Hearing the cry for help, he called for someone to stop and help, but before his men arrived, a man wearing a Flamenco jersey appeared in front of him, and he shot the football under his feet, knocking down the seemingly The gangster, seeing that the strength is not much better than Carlos, so Zagallo thought it was Adriano at first, and wanted to call the kid over to teach him a lesson, but he didn't expect that there was a man in front of him. A slightly immature young man.

"Hello, Mr. Zagallo." When he came to the car, Nain was a little embarrassed. To be honest, he hadn't seen any big people, but he didn't feel nervous when he saw these people. People who appeared on TV and newspapers suddenly appeared in front of them, somewhat uncomfortable.On the contrary, the woman beside him looked at the legendary figure generously.

"Come in and sit!" Zagallo sat a little to the side so that the two could sit in without asking if the other party wanted to.

Nain did not refuse. Although there are many things to do today, but he can see Zagallo, other things can be postponed for a while.

Not to mention the woman, her two lotus-root-like arms have been holding Nain's arm. "Hello, Mr. Zagallo, although I haven't seen you before, I have heard a lot about you. My uncle admires you very much, but unfortunately he can neither play football nor be a coach."

"Just like football." Zagallo smiled. There are many people who admire him in this world, and he will not be put down by this woman's little flattery, even though she is very beautiful. "How about taking you to meet a friend?"

Of course Zagallo came here for something, otherwise he wouldn't be running around with his current body.

"Okay!" Although there are still many things to do, but now that he can talk with Zagallo, and maybe get an autograph later, Nain has firmly decided to postpone the matter in his heart. There is plenty of time. , not in a hurry, besides, those things cannot be done in a day.

At this moment, the woman was completely ignored, Nain didn't have this awareness, Zagallo just looked at the situation of the two of them, and thought they were a couple.

"You play in Flamengo?" Zagallo asked Nain beside him after letting the driver drive.

"Me?" Nain was a little strange, and then he caught a glimpse of the jersey on his body before recovering. "It's Adriano's shirt."

"Leite's? I didn't see clearly before, so I took you as him? I didn't expect that there is some connection!"

"I don't have any contact with him. He is an official Flamengo player, and I just shined their shoes. I haven't even played an official game."

"It's normal to have never played before. Most football players get through it like this." Zagallo thought he was an apprentice.

"No, I mean I am not a Flamengo player. Although I have learned a lot from them, I have nothing to do with them now. Of course I am their fan." It may be a kind of stubbornness or conceit It's causing trouble, Nain is very insistent on this kind of thing, if it's right, it's not, and it won't put money on its own face.

"You said you are not a professional player?" Zagallo recalled in surprise. In his eyes, most amateur players in Brazil have a very high level, but if the person in front of him is also an amateur player, he doesn't know what to say about Brazil. The overall level is too high or the number of scouts is not enough.

You know, let’s not talk about the strength and speed of Nain’s ball that can rival Carlos Adriano. Not many professional players can achieve that kind of accuracy. When running, they directly hit another fast-moving person. And judging from the appearance just now, the distance between the two sides was at least twenty if not thirty meters.

In Brazil, if there is a fixed target to play, it is estimated that as long as there are people who can often play football, at least six out of ten can hit the target at a position of about 20 meters, but if the target is shallow and deep If he is moving fast, out of ten people who can hit, there is probably at most one who can say that he is sure, and what is certain is that these people will definitely not be able to achieve the speed of Nain's kick just now.

Based on this reason, Zagallo has the following doubts, "Why don't you become a professional player? Isn't it your parents who let you become a doctor and a lawyer?" This is a question that talented players often encounter.

"There are no such problems, and my parents have passed away for many years. I just went to the cemetery to see them." But in fact, it is really a family problem, and of course there are his problems.

"Where did you come from? I went to see Wawa just now, but I didn't see you."

Such a large cemetery is not so easy to come across, and they are still in tandem, one burns bone oil and the other burns gasoline.Nain slandered but said in his mouth: "The cemetery is not small, and you walk on the main road, and I walk on the alleys, and it is very accidental to meet them now."

"That's true. Since there are no problems at home, do you think about playing professional football in the past?" Maybe it was itching in his heart after a few years of idleness, but now Zagallo had some ideas, but soon he laughed at himself He smiled, "To be old and not die is to be a thief. If you want to do something to steal people's jobs, you will probably feel sorry for yourself."

"Well, it should be! But playing football will continue. I have already reported to our KFC beach football team there, and they promised to take me." Nain said indifferently. Professional football has been thought about ten years ago. After so many years, his heart has become cold, or he has matured. Although he is confident that there is nothing wrong with him, but because of the words in the diary, he insisted on fulfilling the expectations of a father for his children, so professional football was basically over ten years ago. Say goodbye to him, there are many people who are late bloomers, but no one will want a child who has not yet officially competed.

"KFC beach soccer team?!" Not only Zagallo, but also the professional driver in front of him paused unnaturally.You must know that there are many professional players playing beach football in Brazil, but these are either playing for fun, or have retired, and the others are amateur players. They are all about having fun, and only professionally organized teams care about winning. In a word, beach football is a mass entertainment.

Don't be unhappy with such a statement, it is true that the strength of beach football players is uneven.

If you want to pursue victory, you must have strength, but like Romario, many people think that he is bullying and venting his grievances.

"Others are talking about a regular football team, playing professional football, not beach football." It was the woman next to her who spoke, but just because of her actions, Nain realized one thing, that is, do they know each other well?Why did this woman keep sticking to him, even pinching his waist.

"Why do you keep holding my arm?" Isn't this a little silly?It's just that Nain suddenly felt two lumps of flesh on his arm, and some brains were short-circuited.

The woman rolled her eyes, this child must not be mentally retarded! "I, can I hug you?" It's a bit unreasonable.

"Oh, you can hug!" Nain hasn't come to his senses, what is this!

"Pfft~" Everyone except Nain laughed now.

I just don't know if Zagallo will sigh "It's nice to be young".

(End of this chapter)