Football: The immortal legend on the green field

Little Horst was quite humane. In addition to his own club's bus, he also rented a double-decker sleeper bus from outside. All 18 players on the roster boarded the sleeper bus, and the rest of the coaching staff and accompanying personnel still boarded their own club's buses.

Simply carrying their packages, Shen Bin, Deng Zhuoxiang and others got on the bus. Shen Bin found an empty seat, lay down there, and prepared to take a nap.

Deng Zhuoxiang was a follower. When he saw Shen Bin found a place to lie down, he also came and lay down opposite Shen Bin.

"Everyone should have a good sleep. It will be a problem whether you can fall asleep once you get to Kerkrade," said Genes.

Gular was a curious baby. He looked up and asked, "Why can't you fall asleep?"

Jins shrugged. "Based on past experience, from the moment we arrived at Kerkrade, some Germans would chase us and start swearing. They would stand guard at the door of the hotel all day long, making noise and preventing us from sleeping."

Gural blinked and immediately closed his eyes.

"It's so uncomfortable if I can't take a nap, so I'll take a nap!"

At 11 o'clock in the morning, the two buses split into two groups. The team members' sleeper bus and the club bus with the logo of Haarlem Athletic LG entered the city separately, hoping to make a feint to the east and attack in the west to avoid the harassment of the Germans. However, the Dutch did not learn the essence of the Thirty-Six Stratagems. These shrewd Germans still found their bus accurately, drove after it, and scolded them.

Shen Bin looked at the young man who was walking side by side with the bus, leaning out of the window, constantly swearing and making insulting gestures towards the bus. He couldn't help but curl his lips and said, "I really want to beat this guy up."

"Me too!" Gular nodded; "They are so annoying!"

When the bus arrived near the hotel, security personnel stopped the Germans.

Shen Bin suddenly felt that the whole world was at peace.

But soon, with a whoosh, fireworks exploded in the sky, scaring Shen Bin.

Jins looked at Shen Bin's shrinking neck and said with a smile: "They would set off a bunch of fireworks every once in a while, constantly disturbing our sleep."

Head coach Neeskens led the players to register and check into the hotel.

The hotel is not big, it looks more like a guesthouse than a hotel.

Two people shared a room, and Genes and Shen Bin were assigned to one room.

After the two arrived at the room, they put their luggage aside, washed up simply, and went to the top floor to eat. After lunch, they didn't even think about getting familiar with the place. There was no need to cause so much trouble.

The coach announced that everyone should go back to their rooms to rest until before the game, when the staff would wake everyone up and they were absolutely not allowed to wander around the rooms.

The two men came to their room and Genes took out a roll of paper towels.

"You can put it in your ears, so that you can..."

Genes' voice choked as he saw Shen Bin had fallen asleep on the bed, smacking his lips.

It looks like he is sleeping soundly.

Genes couldn't help but smile, "Bang!" Fireworks splashed in the sky, surrounded by the joking shouts and cheers of the Roda JC fans.

Genes walked over and closed the curtains, then turned to look at Shen Bin.

Shen Bin smacked his lips, turned over and continued to sleep.

There is absolutely no intention of waking up.

"What a deep sleep!"

It’s not that Shen Bin had a good sleep quality, but that he had entered a dream again. Not to mention the fireworks set off by Roda JC fans, even if Li Yunlong brought the Italian cannon, it would not be possible to wake him up.

"No! Don't think about it, don't think about it anymore, don't hesitate!" Shen Bin floated in the air, looking at a short and sturdy man with white hair and beard, who was holding a communication tool that looked like a mobile phone without buttons and talking to someone.

Maybe he has gone through years of baptism, leaving traces of time on his face. He looks a little vicissitudes, but the eyes that once sparkled with wisdom and passion on the court still reveal an indomitable spirit.

His figure may not be as strong as it used to be, but his passion and persistence for life still burns like a flame in his heart.

Maradona's voice echoed through the corridors lined with replicas of medals and trophies. "Don't say I came up with it on a whim. This idea has been budding since I was very young. After I led the team to win the 86 World Cup, this desire became even stronger. Next year! Next year! Next year I will go all out, Veronica!"

At the age of sixty, he looks better than he did ten years ago. His body is no longer bloated and loose. His well-defined face is filled with endless dominance and confidence, and his gaze and steps are extremely firm.

As he walked with great vigor, he said to his secretary, Veronica Oduberto, who was following closely behind him and was also the current director of the Maradona Property Management Center, "I am already sixty years old. It is time for me to do something for this country. In 1976, under the rule of the Argentine dictatorship, a free market economic policy was implemented, which relaxed the control on foreign investment and attracted a large amount of foreign capital to control our basic industries, take away our land, and control our energy. Someone should have stood up at this time, but no one did!"

"In 1982, we lost the Falklands War, which triggered a political and economic crisis. Our peso depreciated sharply and the debt scale increased sharply. In 1989, Argentina experienced serious currency collapse and social unrest. Argentina announced a suspension of foreign debt repayment and entered a state of debt default. The people's living standards plummeted. In 86, I vented my anger on the court for the Argentines, but it was useless."

"M-FXXK doesn't want to wait any longer! Announce it earlier, set up the campaign team earlier, coordinate the relationships among all parties earlier. Believe me, we can win next year!"

"But we never really got involved in politics..." Veronica Oduberto Lang is 25 years younger than Maradona and is a model and actress. The two met in 1999. The appearance of Veronica helped Maradona regain confidence in life. In 2003, the two announced the end of this relationship, but Veronica never left Maradona, but just went underground from above ground.

"But sister Claudia Bilodia suggested..." The Claudia Bilodia that Veronica mentioned is Maradona's ex-wife.

"She always uses the same old trick of financial sponsorship. I don't want to listen to her this time. I must stand up and do something. If this continues, my country will be finished! I have to try my best. Victory or defeat is a matter for the future!"

Maradona interrupted impatiently.

"She wants you to go back to her hometown in Buenos Aires and have a good talk in person." Claudia, who is 25 years younger than Maradona, is in normal shape, but she needs to jog to keep up.

"I've discussed everything with her, and there's nothing more to talk about! She just won't call me..."

"She insisted that you go..."

"No, no! I'm an old woman... and still..."

“What?” The old woman muttered the last word quietly and Claudia didn’t hear it clearly.