Football: Guards with knives, shovel Ronaldo at the beginning

"Did you have a good life? I'll take a few catties of this tea back with me."

Flores sat on the terrace of Lindy's house, leaned back comfortably, and pointed to the tea in the cup.

"I think you are here to gather wool, right? I haven't seen you give me an interview and say something nice for me."

"Hey." Flores sneered: "Isn't this waiting for the press conference after the game? If Newcastle wins, I will help you, if..."

Lindy was immediately annoyed, but before he could speak, Irene walked over with the child in her arms, with an ugly expression on her face, as if asking for a crime.

Obviously, she heard what Flores said just now.

Seeing Irene with a bad complexion, Flores stood up awkwardly: "Irene, hehe, ah, this kid really looks like you, not at all like Lindy, she just inherited your beauty. "

Erin stared at Flores, and slowly, her eyes began to turn red, and she looked like she was about to cry.

Flores panicked now, he didn't expect his joke just now to be so lethal.

"Hey, don't be like this, I...I must support Lindy, I have a different relationship with him."

Irene still stared at Flores with the expression of "I'll cry for you if you bully my husband".

Seeing that he hadn't spoken yet, Irene held the child in one hand and snatched Flores' teacup with the other: "Baby, it's too difficult for Dad. It's fine if the reporters don't help him, even the former head coach... ..”

After speaking, Irene gave Flores a blank look and was about to turn around and leave.

"Come on, I haven't finished drinking..."

But Irene ignored Flores at all, and continued: "Lindy said that this tea is for those closest to him. I think he may have taken it wrong today."

"Okay, okay, I will publicly support Lindy in the pre-game press conference."

Seeing that he couldn't even drink tea at Lindy's house, Flores finally realized how powerful this woman is.

For a while, he was so wronged that he was about to cry, and for a while, he was holding a gun with a stick, and his words were stinging, which made him a little overwhelmed.

Seeing that Flores finally compromised, Irene immediately burst into a smile: "Baby, look, this is the head coach your father admires the most. The tea is cold. Let's add some hot water for him?"

Little Di in his arms stretched out his hand, babbling and wanting to grab Flores' beard.

Seeing this, Lindy motioned for him to hug.

Flores still loves children very much. He took Xiaodi skillfully and began to tease the children.

Lindy was a little dazed looking at the back of Irene leaving.

"Lin, you have found a good wife."

Flores pinched Xiao Xiaodi's tender round face: "Your mother is amazing, you should learn more."

When Lindy saw it, he immediately snatched the child from Flores, with a dissatisfied expression on his face: "The old man said that after pinching the child's face, he will drool!"

Flores:  …

"I heard you broke up with the old horse?" Flores couldn't understand the logic of Lindy's words at all. He could only attribute it to the ancient Chinese culture, so he could only change the subject.

While coaxing the child, Lindy said, "He lives next door, with Ronaldinho. He is smart, and he didn't follow the trend to speak out this time."

In fact, Lindy didn't have to ask Lao Ma to do something for him, but at the critical moment, he unequivocally supported Messi, which made him a little sad.

I have done so much, but in the eyes of Lao Ma, the heritage of Argentina is more important.

It's not that the old horse can't support Messi, but on this occasion, in this kind of game.

Lindy couldn't pass his own level.

The two once watched football together, went to China to recruit young players together, and even made an exception for Lindy to have drinks with the old horse a few times.

He thought that the relationship between the two would transcend some countries or other barriers, but he was still naive.

However, Irene's relief over the past few days made Lindy understand.

Support is a matter of affection, not support is a duty.

After all, he is Argentine, so don't be too sentimental.

"Then do you still see him?" Flores asked casually, but Lindy looked into the room.

At some point, Lao Ma was already standing on the edge of the terrace, and Irene beside her smiled apologetically, and came in to take the child away from Lindy.

"Let's talk, the whiskey is in the cabinet on the left, and Huaxia's liquor is on the right. Don't drink too much, there is a competition tomorrow." After speaking, Irene left with the child in her arms.

Seeing that Lindy had no objection, the old horse winked at Flores, took out the whiskey from the cabinet on the left side of the house familiarly, found a box of cigars underneath, and then walked to the terrace.

Lindy's eyelids twitched, and he already regretted that he forgave this guy in his heart.

Flores thought to himself, "Good guy, I have to learn how to push my nose and face."

Like the owner, the old horse took three cups and ice cubes from the back room, put them on the coffee table and poured a small cup for each of the three.

"Lin, I have my reasons."

After drinking a cup, the old horse immediately showed a mournful face that he had prepared for a long time, and said aggrievedly: "I am the only one in Argentina. After 86, Argentina has not won the World Cup for almost 30 years."

As he said that, he poured himself another sip and poured it down hard: "The whole world knows his character, and he wants to fight in his heart, but he never says it. He bears any pressure silently by himself."

"This is not enough. A football game is not about talent and hard work. Otherwise, if you look at the paper data, it will be over if you just award the awards?"

"Many times, mental attributes are very important. France, which is in a state of disunity, is the best example. Expelling Anelka, foul language, strikes from training and strikes, it will be a ghost if it can replicate Zidane's championship."

"And the core of these is the need to have a spiritual leader, so that everyone is willing to work hard for you."

Flores' eyes drifted to Lindy. Seeing that he was frowning, as if he was thinking, he took a sip of his wine like an old horse, and went to light a cigar.

"Lin, Messi is not a self-driven player who awakens his spirit, so as a senior in the national team, I must help him."

When the old horse said this, his eyes were extremely firm. This was his position.

"Hey~"

With a sigh, Lindy picked up the wine in front of him and drank it down.

"Diego, I don't blame you. If it were me, I would do the same."

Seeing what Lin Di said, Lao Ma finally let go of his hanging heart. If you hurt another person's heart by supporting a junior, it will not be worth the candle.

"But you have to promise me one request as compensation, otherwise we won't be able to do this brother." Lin Di personally lit a cigar for the old horse, which made the other party feel a little uneasy: "In China, being a brother requires both sides. knife."

The old horse and Flores were stunned for a moment, and Flores asked first, "Why do brothers commit suicide?"

Lindy smiled and waved his hands: "This is a metaphor, it shows that brothers can sacrifice their lives for it."

Hearing this, the old horse's eyes were full of vigilance again.

I only heard Lin Di continue to say: "I haven't thought about anything yet, maybe I will never speak up, maybe I will ask you this request tomorrow, but don't worry, it must be within your ability."

"I won't choose either of you to support, it's a matter of principle." Ma said to Lindy immediately.

"Don't worry, I'm not someone, I want face."

Only then did Lao Ma feel relieved, and the three of them began to have a drink and chat under the moonlight.

It wasn't until 12 o'clock that Lindy sent Flores back. Before getting into the car, Lindy still handed Flores a box of Mingqian Longjing that he treasured.

As for the old horse, it is natural to go back to Ronaldinho's residence. Lindy estimated that the two of them should continue to drink.

But at this moment, under the snow-capped mountains thousands of miles away, a man was looking at the number he had entered on his phone, unable to make up his mind.

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