[Football Fans] Glory

For professional players, the nearly two-month-long summer break is the best vacation time after a season of hard work. Of course, it’s okay to participate in national competitions in big competition years. Although physically and mentally exhausted, you can play for your country But it is also a noble honor.

In the summer of 1997, the biennial Copa America was lit up in Bolivia by eight South American countries plus the United States and Mexico.

In nearly a month, it was the Brazilian national team that had the last laugh. They defeated the host country Bolivia 3-1 in the final and successfully reached the top.

However, the Argentine national team, a South American powerhouse and the arch-enemy of Brazilian football, was eliminated in the first round of rematch.

"I can not believe it."

Guti, who came back from vacation, grabbed Raul's neck and shook desperately, "Can you believe it, Argentina was eliminated by Peru, they will be eliminated by Peru~~"

"Come on~ Jose, I can't breathe~~"

Raul pulled Guti's hand hard, motioning him to let go of himself.

Venting his anger, Guti glared at Raul angrily, "Can you believe it?"

He repeated again.

Raul touched his neck, which was brutally murdered, and sighed helplessly, "What are you angry with me, football is round and anything can happen!"

"Ha, Peru, Argentina was eliminated by Peru 2-1, do you know how I felt when I watched it on the broadcast..."

Guti paced back and forth in the living room with heavy steps, reading angrily.

I also feel very surprised, but now that all the games have ended, it’s too late, so what’s so exciting about Raul, “Actually, it’s normal, Fernando didn’t play, Caguinha was injured and even in the group stage None of them were able to play, what Batty can do alone, Ortega is under too much pressure, and the others are fighting on their own, so it’s no wonder they don’t lose.”

"They don't let Phil play, is Basile a fool?"

Guti swore, even though he knew it had nothing to do with Basile.

Argentina’s performance in the group stage of this America’s Cup was mediocre. There was no enthusiasm and no teamwork during the game. The chaotic game was able to break through the group stage. , As for the overall combat or something, I can't see it at all.

"What did Fernando say?"

Raul asked.

Guti spread his hands, "I called him after the game, and the voice seemed calm."

"seem?"

"Fell won't show it even if he gets angry again, but I guess this time..."

Speaking of this, Guti fell silent. He was wondering whether Redondo would accept the national team call-up during the World Cup qualifiers. Given that the Argentine team had changed coaches, the coach who came on stage was the worrying Pasare pull.

Argentina's first match against Ecuador in this year's Copa America, I don't know if it was because the players were too tired or for other reasons, the Argentine players played softly without any strength, but the Ecuador team played very well. If it weren't for the desperate efforts of Redondo and Zanetti, the Argentine team would have lost to their opponents by two goals in the first game. A draw would have been the best result. However, this ending immediately aroused the anti-Basile faction within the Argentine Football Association. Restless, in the second game, although they won Chile 2-0, the overall performance was not good. It was only the explosion of the stars that allowed them to win the game. They stayed until the third game of the group against Paraguay. Rado's goal took the lead. In the second half, his own players gave the opponent a free kick to allow the legendary Paraguayan goalkeeper Chilavert to equalize the score and get another tie.

So the Argentine Football Association immediately intervened in the team's affairs. Passarella appeared on the field. The Argentine team will definitely be eliminated by the opponent with a shaved head. Of course, the final outcome is not bad, but the face of a goal is relatively good.

"I hate Passarella."

"But the nominal coach is still Basile."

Raul pouted.

Guti took a deep breath, "The black-hearted AFA is really fucking amazing in world football."

After the Argentine team was eliminated, Guti immediately contacted Bianchi, but this time Bianchi was at a time when he could not protect himself, and the anti-Boca faction in the AFC had already gained the upper hand. At this time, even rich people could not stop him Passarella took the stage.

"Raul, I'm afraid that this time Phil is really refusing to be called up to the national team. Think about it, it's just the America's Cup. If he refuses...it's the World Cup, and he will really..."

"That can't be helped, Jose!"

Raul reassured.

Guti looked at him, and Raul stared at him seriously, "What do you mean?"

Raul stared at him, and after a few seconds he spoke softly, "That's Redondo's own problem, you can't and can't interfere."

"……I just……"

Guti lowered his eyes, he could hear the meaning of Raul's words - he was called Redondo directly.

"What's more," Raul looked at him again, "in the World Cup, what does the Argentine team's performance have to do with us? They are opponents."

"Uh?"

Guti opened his eyes wide.

It never occurred to him that Raul would think so in his heart.

Perhaps his expression was too straightforward, which made Raul couldn't help laughing, "Isn't it true that although Fernando has a good relationship with us and I admire him, at the national level, the Argentine team is the enemy. It’s okay to let the enemy have one less help, although even then we may still not be able to compare with other football powers, but it is a national game, between countries.”

Raul made a gesture and repeatedly emphasized.

"So, you think so..."

Guti murmured.

"Jose," Raul called him, "I like Fernando, the kind of love and admiration as a teammate and a friend, but as an opponent, I don't like him, he is too difficult to deal with, whether it is football or other things , You can say that I am narrow-minded or timid, but I really don’t want to meet him as an enemy on the court, not at all.”

Hearing what Raul said, Guti scratched his head, "Actually, you know you can't break through his defense."

"Yes."

Raul said frankly.

Such a blunt answer made Guti stretch his waist in a relaxed way, "Why do you think so much? I don't know if Argentina can qualify from the qualifiers without Redondo and Kaginiji on the court!"

"Ha, that's what I love to hear."

Raul laughed too.

"Forget it, no matter how much we think about it, it will be useless. It will be up to Feier to choose at that time!"

However, Guti blinked. He decided to take Redondo to cut his hair when the season was assembled, and then see what excuse Passarella would use to implement the haircut order. It was cut, and Redondo was the only one who didn't cut it.

Pulling at his half-grown golden hair, Guti burst out laughing out of nowhere.

"how?"

Raul asked suspiciously.

"It's nothing."

Guti waved his hand.

The injury on his right hand has almost completely healed, and Guti couldn't help laughing when he thought of the pitiful appearance of a poor little oppressed man during this holiday.

"A smirk on his face."

Lauer commented.

Guti touched his chin, "I heard that you were very good when you were with Morun?"

"José!"

"Tsk, no matter how you pretend to be good, you are still a little fox. Did you swallow Morun's stupid cow?"

"Jose!!"

Raul yelled, blushing.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it turned out that the little fox was swallowed by the stupid cow."

"Jose Gutierrez!"

Raul snorted.

But whoever Guti is, he will be afraid of Raul's bluff, "Maybe you both gnawed at each other."

Raul, who threw Guti directly, blushed, "Why do you talk so much?"

"Not much," said Guti, who was suppressed and lying on the ground, solemnly, "I'm concerned about you."

"Care a fart."

Raul swears.

At this time, Moron came in from the outside, carrying a case of beer, he looked at Raul sitting on Guti's waist in amazement, and Guti smiled strangely.

"You, you are..."

Surprised, Moran stuttered.

Raul, who hadn't reacted yet, looked away in embarrassment, "Jose bullied me."

bully him?

Moran silently looked at Guti who was pushed to the ground by Raul, and then silently looked at Raul.

Guti deliberately raised his right hand. The original hanging straps had already been removed, but the wrist was still wrapped with a medical strap.

"Sorry, I really didn't mean to."

Guti seemed to be apologizing seriously.

Raul froze for a moment, lowered his head, "Jose..."

"Raul, I shouldn't have bullied you, I'm sorry."

Guti apologized again.

Raul's eyes widened in surprise, Guti was possessed by something dirty, how could he say such a thing.

At this time, Moran had put down the beer crate in his hand and came over, put his hands under Raul's armpit and hugged Raul up.

"Moron?"

Turning to look at him inexplicably, Raul asked puzzled.

"Jose's injury is still not healed, so don't bully him."

"what?"

Raul's eyes widened, "I, bullied him?"

"Be careful when playing around, Jose is hurt."

Moran looked serious.

Raul looked at him, and then turned his head to see Guti who was giggling. He was shaking with anger, "Mollen!"

"what happened?"

Morun, who was half hugging him, responded gently.

"You don't believe me?"

"No!"

"Obviously Jose is bullying me, but you actually help him?"

"But……"

"Bastard Moron!"

"Raul!"

At this time, I got up and went to take out beer from the box and put it in the refrigerator, then took out only one bottle of cold beer from the refrigerator, opened Guti who was satisfied and took a sip, and sat on the sofa again, looking at Raul Furious there, Mo Lun helplessly comforted him.

This is Raul's residence. The weather is so hot and I want to drink some beer, but there is only one left in the refrigerator. It is impossible for Raul and Guti to go out in the hot weather. Only Mo Lun, a hardworking and stupid cow, goes out to buy.

So does Guti have any conscience to bully others like this?

Until those two people realized something was wrong, they turned their heads and looked, good guy, Guti was drinking cold beer and chewing grapes, enjoying himself while watching a play.

"Jose!!!"

The roar of the two big men was about to break the roof.

And Guti picked out his ears, and asked nonchalantly, "What's for lunch?"

"You eat yourself!"

"It's stingy."

…………

The new season is coming, and a new journey is about to begin.

The World Cup map is about to start slowly.

New generation, set sail!

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