Football: The immortal legend on the green field

Veronica reminded worriedly: "If you have already made up your mind... this is a general election, and our opponents will shamelessly exploit every weakness of yours."

"Don't worry, they have all been appeased. It's okay. Is there anyone who doesn't know what kind of person I am?" Maradona sat down behind the boss's desk and answered.

Veronica had no choice but to agree, "You're the boss. Um, can I ask a question?"

"Just ask."

"Is your candidacy related to losing your position as head coach of the national team?"

"It doesn't matter." Maradona frowned and raised his hand to interrupt, "Have I finished my speech for the election?"

In fact, in 2008, affected by the US subprime mortgage crisis, the already broken Argentine economy was made worse by the Argentine Socialist Party's manipulation. Instead of tightening the money supply, they increased the welfare of voters for votes, resulting in lazy people receiving 70% of the salary of working blue-collar workers without working. As a result, the number of lazy people in society exceeds half of the adults. Since no one works, where does the money come from? Of course, they print money crazily.

The Argentine peso has been depreciating at a rate of 20% every month, and the quality of life of the people has declined drastically. The regime is about to collapse. When a domestic crisis occurs, the most common way for a powerful government to think of is to start a war. But can Argentina start a war? Obviously the answer is no.

What does Argentina have? Argentina has nothing but football. They used Maradona's influence to quickly make the decision to appoint Maradona as the head coach of the national team to divert public attention.

In the past, Maradona never cared about how the government operated. He always believed that the decline in people's lives was related to their geographical location. South America is in the backyard of the United States. As long as there is an economic crisis in the United States, it will reap South America and reap the wealth lost in the economic crisis from South American countries.

So he felt deeply hurt by the United States, but after becoming the head coach of the national team, he realized that the reason why Argentina's economy was getting worse and worse was related to the frequent reaping of profits by the United States, but it was by no means the main reason. The dominant reason was the insatiable greed of those in power.

A small Football Association actually has thousands of civil servants who are paid unimaginably high salaries by ordinary people. Less than 10% of them actually do work, and most of them are on long-term vacation. Most of the government funding each year is used to pay salaries and benefits, leaving basically no money for the development of football.

Judging from the tip of the iceberg, the Football Association is just a low-income government office, and those departments with plenty of benefits are even more so.

This is very similar to the big countries in the East. All the countries in the world that claim to be civilized are advocating freedom and equality. What is the meaning of freedom and equality? It means that those who work more get more, those who work less get less, and those who do not work get nothing. But what does this society present to us? Those who work more get less, some people who do not work get more, and some people who do not work get less. Aren't the real workers just throwing money away?

The big Eastern country is at least much stronger than this. At least only a few people do not work, while most people who do not work will starve to death, so in order to survive, they can only be workhorses all their lives.

Running for president is both a fulfillment of my own ideal and a way to completely break and smash it!

Of course, there is also the factor of a sense of mission as an idol of the people.

"It's done..." Veronica took out the speech and handed it over.

"Well, let me go through it first." Maradona took it in his hand and glanced at it roughly. "It should need major changes."

"no problem."

Veronica saw that he began to concentrate on reading the speech, "Then I'll go back first."

"Remember to send a message to Kempes and Messi, asking them to speak out as soon as I announce my candidacy for president to express their support for me."

"Okay. Um, about your running mate...do you have someone in mind?"

"I haven't thought about it yet! Someone will come to negotiate with me after I announce my candidacy."

Veronilla walked to the door and turned back, smiling and raising her fist in encouragement.

Maradona rejected the candidate recommended by Veronica without a second thought, "It's too early to consider a running mate. Anyway, it will probably be used for trading during the primary election.

Veronica went out, closed the door, went to her office, closed the door, and tremblingly dialed a phone, "Hello... He started..."

When he was the only one left in the office, Maradona crumpled up the speech prepared by Veronica and threw it into the trash can, then stood up and went to the door to check whether it was closed.

Then he strolled around his office and saw his young face and eight-pack abs on the early promotional posters on the wall. He couldn't help but sigh sadly, with nostalgia in his eyes. There were also various trophies in the corner of honor, including the World Cup, America's Cup, European Champions League, South American Libertadores Cup, Serie A, La Liga, Argentine League...

Photos with top politicians and businessmen from various countries, with Mandela, with Castro, with his ex-wife Claudia, his former lover Cristina, and their five children.

He composed himself and pushed aside the most inconspicuous World Youth Championship gold medal among the many gold medals. A button appeared on the wall behind him. He pressed the mechanism to open the secret compartment, then entered the password and fingerprint to open the safe inside.

On top of the safe were some family photos of him, the forest, and the children in the forest. He picked them up and flipped through them for a while. Finally, he took out a few pieces of paper. These were the speech he actually prepared to announce his participation in the election.

"I am standing here today because I believe I have a responsibility. Argentina has reached the most dangerous and critical crossroads. I am not exaggerating. I must stand up and do what I should do, fulfilling the responsibility of an Argentine, the most influential Argentine. 240 years ago, our founding father San Martín Matolas led us to victory in the War of Independence. Today, I will once again hold high the sword of freedom and equality..."

He stood in front of the mirror and began to practice until his throat became a little hoarse. He picked up the red wine from the wine cabinet and drank it all in one gulp. He licked his lips, sighed with satisfaction and burped.

He drank another glass. His throat felt dry and his chest felt a little burning. He hadn't drunk enough. He just needed to wait until he felt a little tipsy. He took a small sip.

"Ahem..." He saw the blood on his palm and was confused. He opened his mouth and checked in the mirror, "It's not broken?"

He felt himself starting to run out of oxygen.

"Puff!" There was a sweetness in the throat, and a stream of blood spurted out of the mouth directly onto the wine cabinet.

"No, this wine..."

His heart was pounding, and he struggled painfully to turn himself face up. He was already hallucinating, and the ceiling was hazy, like a constantly changing cloud...

The scenes flashed back quickly. On the cold floor, I heard intermittent voices on the phone. "He fell to the ground and vomited a lot of blood. What should I do now?"

"Call the emergency number. The ambulance is full of our people, including the doctors in the hospital. They will announce it as a cerebral hemorrhage..."

"What a vicious woman..." His pupils gradually dilated, and his eyes completely lost their luster.