Godfather of national football

Chapter 545 Before the Game
"Leo, Leo, Leo,"

When Messi got off the bus and was about to step into the NRG Stadium in Houston, the surrounding fans rang out deafening shouts.

There are still many Latin Americans in the United States, and most of them are fans of Messi.

"Leo, Leo, Leo."

Messi smiled and waved at the fans in the distance, and then glanced at it. Messi has a characteristic. If there are small fans, he will go over to meet the children's autographs.

There was really a kid in a green jersey in the crowd, and Messi walked over, "Do you speak Spanish?"

"I will, I came from Mexico."

The mother at the back touched him lightly, "How many times have I told you that we must say that we are Americans in public places, otherwise people from the Immigration Bureau will stare at us."

The little boy seemed to have done something wrong, showing a timid expression. Messi chuckled and touched his head. In fact, looking at the jersey on his body, Messi guessed that he was Mexican.

"Leo, can I have your jersey?"

The child's mother criticized again: "Fernando, didn't we agree, you just shook hands with Messi, why did you change your mind?"

"I'm sorry, the child is too young," the mother's eyes were full of vigilance, for fear of being stared at by others in the crowd.

Messi hesitated to speak, and finally said: "You wait a while."

After a while, Messi came back and handed the child a new jersey. The child was very happy, as if he had found a treasure.

"Leo, I love you!"

Messi was also happy, "I hope you can play football too."

The little boy nodded.

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When Li Guo got off the bus, he was booed everywhere. After the game, the Americans no longer supported him.

Li Guo took a glance, and Li Guo's placards were everywhere, but Li Guo still smiled and gave them thumbs up.

Walking into the stadium, a black aunt was holding a mop and staring at Li Guo. It could be seen that she should be the cleaning staff of the stadium.

"Hello," Li Guo said.

The other party didn't speak, and still stared at Li Guo. At this time, Li Guo was really worried that the other party's mop was waving towards him, but fortunately, it didn't.

It seems that one game completely wiped out Li Guo's popularity in the United States.

"Wait a minute."

Li Guo stopped, and the black aunt said, "Can I ask you to do me a favor."

"Happy? As long as it's not illegal."

"No, I have a disappointing son. He is a Barcelona fan. He wants you to have a Zhou Dun jersey. Can you sell it to me?"

After finishing speaking, the aunt took out her wallet and took out some Grandpa Benjamin Franklin ($100), "I don't know if this is enough."

Li Guo has seen many tough characters, but this is the first time he has seen someone as tough as the aunt in front of him.

"Do not."

"Not enough? But I only have so much," the aunt said regretfully.

"No, I mean I can give you one."

The expression on the aunt's face stretched, "I can't believe that there are still things in this world that are free, so how can I thank you."

"Hehe, can you put down the mop first?" Li Guo felt that the mop in aunt's hand was shaking, and sooner or later it would fall on him.

"Oh, sorry."

"By the way, why do you say that your son is not up to date?"

"Because he is."

Li Guo was a little curious: "Can you tell me?"

"He didn't study well, he was a gangster, and he made a lot of excuses, saying that Ronaldinho was like this, and he also dreamed that he would become a football star."

"That's good too."

"Hey you, do you know how much a pair of Nike stars cost? And pay for the coach."

Li Guo laughed awkwardly, don't mind me, why are you choking me.

"I can promise to give you the jersey, but you should also respect your child, maybe he is right."

"How...it's possible," the aunt froze for a moment as soon as the words came out. In fact, after thinking about it, her son still has many advantages, such as being able to help her with housework.

"I can't believe that someone like you can say good things," said Big Mom.

"I'm actually a nice guy, really."

The aunt chuckled, "How is it possible, the TV said that you are the number one enemy of the United States."

"It's just a football game, don't get me wrong."

"Really?" Auntie shook her head, "Am I wrong?"

Li Guo has no time to talk nonsense. After assuring the aunt, Li Guo walked to the players' locker room. On the sidewalk, Li Guo met Martino, who was chatting with Redondo.

Although the two are their masters, they are both fellow Argentines. When Redondo saw Li Guo, he smiled and then backed away.

"Li Guo, we meet again."

"Really? Have we met?"

Martino was a little embarrassed, thinking I was just being polite, why are you more serious.

"I heard that the South American Football Association specifically sought you out in order to destroy the Chinese team."

"Hehe, they think too much."

"Really? Not necessarily."

Martino responded domineeringly: "Li Guo, Argentina is not Brazil, so you don't have to be so arrogant, at least you have never won against Argentina at the adult level."

Li Guo thought of losing to Argentina led by Maradona in the World Cup in South Africa, and it still hurts his heart.

Since it was not enough to speak harshly, Li Guo immediately changed his strategy: "Hehe, we don't have Zhou Dun, as you know, even if Argentina wins the Chinese team, there is nothing to say."

"Hahaha, you've changed so fast, are you thinking of an excuse for failure now?"

"It's not an excuse. If Messi doesn't play on your side, I will abuse you just the same."

Martino sneered: "You are such a rascal, no wonder Dunga is mad at you."

"How about this? We are all civilized people. If I don't play Zhou Dun, why don't you play Messi?"

Martino turned his head and left. If he continued to chat with Li Guo, he felt that he would not be able to suppress the prehistoric power in his heart.

Li Guo chuckled, "It's boring, not like an old horse."

At this moment, Li Guo misses that Maradona who has the same big mouth as himself and is out of the world. Unfortunately, that guy has a new girlfriend now, the chick Oliva. The old horse probably has no strength to go out again.

"Papa papa," Li Guo turned his head to see that it was Zhou Dun clapping his hands. He was standing at the door of the locker room, high-fiving every teammate who came out.

"Come on, it's up to you,"

"Come on, it's up to you."

"What a god of war," Li Guo thought, even if he couldn't play, he still had to motivate his teammates.

"Captain, I love you, I want to marry you," Mu Fei shouted, everyone laughed, and Zhou Dun pushed Mu Fei, "Don't be disgusting, you can't defend against opponents, let's see how I deal with you."

Everyone laughed again.

(End of this chapter)