[football] this god

When Giannina nonchalantly slipped back home from Spain to Argentina, her father was replaying the post-match press conference between Manchester United and Liverpool for the tenth time, and continued to insult Ferguson for not understanding Ronaldo's spirit.

"Dad, you won't stop, will you?" Giannina made a "just finished a girls' night at a friend's house", "Can you turn off this video? This video has no meaning, It's just an official taunt."

Maradona turned his head and looked at his daughter's little vest and leather skirt with sharp eyes, showing a somewhat gratified and regretful expression - Mr. Maradona paid for his official mockery of his daughter , "So you really just finished girls' night? I didn't know girls' parties lasted a week. And don't you feel like you're "over-groomed" for a girls' party?" "

Giannina hurriedly covered it up, "Girls only compete for beauty when they are together, Dad, it's time for you to change your feudal thinking that "girls dress and undress for men". "

Maradona put on a classic "you've only seen a few fucking men and women" look before ending the meaningless discussion with, "Okay, go about your business."

"No, I have to stop you, before you watch this interview No. 11." Giannina said this, sitting down with her buttocks, and put on a posture of "I definitely want to talk to you" .

Maradona showed an expression that realized he was in trouble.

"Okay my dear, you don't understand this at all," Maradona tried to solve his own big trouble, "Go and do something you understand-oh yes, you said last time you fell in love with LU's What bag? Go buy it, do you have any money in the card? I'll give you mine, go buy that, and then go have a meal with one of your fake girlfriends and send a selfie."

Giannina rolled her eyes in disgust, "LV! Dad, that's LV! Are you a modern person? You don't know LV—and by the way, my friend and I are not "fake girlfriends", we Just like to compare each other. "

"Then what do you call that, if it's not a 'fake girlfriend'? "Maradona deliberately deviated from the topic.

"'Best friend,'" Giannina said, "well, don't try to play tricks on me, Dad, I know what you're doing, you always think I don't know anything.But I have decided now that you have to tell me why you can't put your life back on these people who tortured the Argentine team as before-Ronaldo has nothing to do with Argentina. "

Maradona raised his feet and looked at his daughter calmly, "That's your idea, my dear, but I have a deep premonition that Ronaldo's fate is closely related to Argentina."

Giannina rolled her eyes again, but this time she was speechless instead of disgusted, "Seriously, Dad, I can't see it—do you think it is possible for Portugal to compete with Argentina in the World Cup final? Forget it Well, Dad, you should take a closer look at Portugal's lineup, they're dead - anyone with eyes knows that. You can't pretend Portugal can win the World Cup just because you like Ronaldo."

"Not in this aspect, I just realized that he is closely connected with Leo's life." Maradona said, "In this sense, his fate is always related to Argentina."

Giannina found this sentence very strange, "What? Dad, what are you talking about?"

"I said you didn't understand." Maradona smugly felt that he was right again.

Giannina gave a "you say it or not" look.

Then Maradona surrendered.

"Well," Maradona shrugged, "well, I just realized at a certain point that no matter what other people preached to Leo, in the end it didn't matter as much as Ronaldo's... a championship for him— —Do you still remember what Ronaldo said when he won the world number one this year? He said that the future will be long."

"So what? Isn't that a confession? To a girl?" Giannina gave a Maradona-esque shrug.

Maradona shook his head, "I always felt that was said to Leo - do you remember what he said to Leo in the Champions League semi-finals last year? He used the exact same words - "The future is long." ". "

Giannina looked very surprised, "Oh my god, dad, do you still have girlish feelings at your age? A person has to say thousands of words every day, he just has a lack of vocabulary, and he can only say "the future will last forever" That's all, what's the matter?Your associative power is too rich, you may have to drink a few glasses of wine to solve this problem. "

Maradona raised his eyebrows, curled his lips, and shrugged again.

"Once" Maradona actually felt the same emotion, but "at that time" his statement was denied by "that" Messi face to face.

——"Is it true that no matter how many times I tell you, you will never try to do what I say?" Maradona was still the head coach of Argentina at the time, and he once asked after the others left after the game Messi, "Tell me, Leo, what did I say that you didn't understand? I asked you to say something to everyone at half-time, to encourage them, or even just to pat them on the shoulder. But what about you? Are you so indifferent?"

Messi frowned, "Sir, I did as you asked. I said to everyone, 'We can win the game back' - in the dressing room, where I am standing now.I thought this was what you were asking for. "

The cooperation between Messi and Maradona was considered "on the same level" at the beginning, but as time went by, when everyone let go of their disguise and guard, they began to be like husband and wife for many years, and began to prepare for the beef stew for dinner. There were endless arguments about what side dishes to put.

"You just read the lines without emotion, Leo, that's not what I want." Maradona seemed to be going crazy, "I want you to encourage them! You just read the lines I gave you, you didn't even Emotionless - why can't you reach them emotionally? If you're not good at words, you can even just pat them on the shoulder, squeeze their shoulders, let them feel your determination - do you have? You No! Leo, I don't even know if you have confidence, I don't even know what you're thinking when something happens to you even after coaching Argentina for so long! The Argentine fans want me to resign, I refuse because I thought I just needed time to get to know you better, as long as I know what you're thinking, I think I can make Argentina invincible."

"But the biggest difficulty I've encountered is that I don't know what you're thinking - if I don't talk to you, you won't even say "it's a nice day" to me other than hello! Maradona stared at Messi.

Messi frowned slightly, and he was very uncomfortable with Maradona's attitude-no one in Barcelona had ever yelled at him hysterically.

"I'm not thinking about anything, I'm just thinking about what you want me to do - I'm just going to carry out your orders, I thought that's what you want." Messi also looks struggling, he has no idea how to deal with it Maradona questioned.

"Then why don't you ask me? Leo, why don't you ask me "What do you want? Why do you want to do this? Why should I obey your order?" - Leo, question me! Maradona roared. "I even allowed you to do this in front of your teammates - question me, Leo, question me why, why, what! Do you understand? Now, question me!"

Messi felt uncomfortable all over. He moved his body awkwardly, turned his body to Maradona as much as possible, and made a gesture of refusal with his hands subconsciously—it seemed that this would make him feel better, "Sir, Let's all calm down."

"How calm?" Maradona looked like he was about to break down. "For God's sake! If God loves Argentina, why did he ask you to save Argentina?"

Messi froze, every muscle in his body froze, "I, I don't understand what you are talking about..."

"Do you have to wait until Ronaldo wins you in the World Cup with Portugal's low-level team before you know that my preaching to you is meaningful?" Maradona tried to put heavy medicine.

Messi was really displeased, "Sir, I'm not the kind of person who will be influenced by Ronaldo, or anyone. I know what I'm doing."

"You don't know." Maradona walked around the locker room violently, waving his arms and venting his emotions with exaggerated body movements, "Leo, you really can't be influenced by others, even me —Aren’t you only influenced when Ronaldo wins you?”

"Sir, I repeat, I will not be influenced by anyone, especially Ronaldo - we are talking about Argentina now, please don't talk about others." Only then did Messi start to be tough.

"You see, you are influenced by this name - Leo, you only talk to me like this now." Maradona said, "Leo, tell me, should I invite Portugal to come to Argentina next time?" Play a warm-up match?"

Messi's face turned completely cold, he grabbed his bag, turned around and left.

— "Anyway," Giannina said to her father, "even if you don't admit it, I've got to say you're getting older now, and you're starting to think better—Dad, go get a few drinks, please. "

Maradona rolled her eyes.

Giannina ignored him, going upstairs to her room to catch up on sleep.

But Maradona's next words scared her almost to roll down the stairs.

"Although I have a better son-in-law candidate, since you chose him, I have no choice but to agree - after all, he is also a good boy, and more importantly, he is Argentine, so he is quite perfect. Proud of you , my baby, you have a very good vision." Maradona sat there and said with a smile.

Giannina felt something was wrong, because Aguero could not be the candidate that Maradona would consider "pretty perfect". "Dad, dad? What are you talking about?"

"Leo," Maradona said, still smiling, "that's a good boy—don't think I don't know you've gone to Spain. Is there any man in Spain who can catch my daughter's eye? It must be Leo, and you were so optimistic about him before."

Giannina now thinks it's time for her father to have a drink or two to get rid of his hallucinations.