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Chapter 74 Kaka and Robben

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Grand Hotel de Madrid.

The ancient-looking but blond-haired mad lion-like old man yelled at his mobile phone. Chen Mo Messi, including coach Joseph and the staff of the Argentine Football Association, sat aside obediently and did not dare to speak.

Furious at the phone, it took a while for the old man to slam the phone on the bed, panting and looking at the staff of the Argentine Football Association: "He agreed, and he will go to Buenos Aires and You sign the agreement."

"Please, Mr. Stabilly."

"Need not."

Lopez Stabile waved his hand, signaled the staff to leave, turned to look at Chen Mo: "Never listen to your father, he is a brainless idiot, an idiot who can't even protect his own wife!!"

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Chen Mo put his hands behind his back, lowered his head and said nothing, Lopez stared: "Did you hear that!"

"It's Grandpa."

In the words of grandpa, the anger on Lopez's face was obviously relieved. He glanced around at the crowd, rubbed his cheeks, and looked at Chen Mo apologetically: "Sorry, grandpa lost his composure just now. Grandpa just remembered some sad past events."

"It's okay, grandpa, I can understand. By the way, grandpa, you said on the phone that you have something to show me. What is it?"

Chen Mo nodded, with a sunny smile on his face. Lopez, who just sat down on the bed, stood up suddenly, "Oh! I was so angry that I almost forgot about it!"

He hurriedly pulled through the small pink backpack, and found out a somewhat old golden football boot wrapped in a plastic bag.

"This is?!"

There were shocked expressions on the faces of several people present.

Lopez smiled proudly: "That's right, in 1930, the World Cup Golden Boot! It is a treasure inherited from our Stabile family!"

"My God! The World Cup Golden Boot! Grandpa Stabile, can I touch it?!"

Messi's eyes were shining, and his cute little face was full of admiration. Lopez handed over the golden boots and said with a smile: "Of course it's no problem. In fact, Leon, you touched it when you were three years old."

"what?"

Messi was holding the golden boots, his little eyes were full of puzzlement, Lopez put his hips on his hips and said with a smile: "That time Jorge and Celia had something to go on a long trip, so they entrusted you to Matilena to take care of, and then you and Celia Momo, you two little ones were flying all over the house and finally found the box with this treasure under the bed in my room. Oh, when I came home and saw you two doodle on the World Cup golden boots, I'm about to faint."

Lopez said with an exaggerated expression, and at the same time pointed to the football boots with wrinkled fingers: "Hey, the blue graffiti on the instep is your masterpiece, and the black graffiti on the arch of the foot is Xiao Mo's masterpiece. Oh, back then But it made me so angry that I couldn’t eat for several days.”

Lopez was rambling on, Chen Mo and Messi looked at each other, both of them saw the smile in each other's eyes

"Hahaha, was I so naughty when I was a child? It should be all drawn by Xiaomei, right?"

"Oh, you bastard, don't talk nonsense!"

The two were quarreling, and the long and beautiful memories flooded into my heart. Lopez's eyes were full of kindness, "I didn't expect Leon that you would join a club like Barcelona, ​​let alone that Xiao Mo would fall in love with football in Longguo By the way, Mr. Joseph, Xiao Mo will report to the National Youth Team in a while, will it affect his current game and future club training?"

Joseph, who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, waved his hands and said with a smile: "It's okay, we failed to reach the final of this cup match, and the schedule will end in about a week. As for the club's training, I believe no one will want to stop it." A 14-year-old boy went to participate in the World Youth Championship. Oh, it’s an exaggeration to think about it. He participated in the World Youth Championship at the age of 14. The previous record for the youngest age should be around 16. Xiao Mo, you are going to make history this time Oh!"

make history?
For no reason, Chen Mo felt his heart skip a beat, and his face began to flush. Lopez said with a smile, "Don't be too nervous. I talked to the staff. This time we have a very strong lineup in Argentina. The main reason for you to go is Just getting the vibe and learning and being on the bench most of the time."

Joseph continued: "Yes, you Argentines are stars shining in this World Youth Championship. Saviola is on the front line. He is the main striker of River Plate, the champion of the Argentine League the year before and last year. He is very powerful.

There are Romagnoli and D'Alessandro in the midfield. You should focus on Alessandro here. He is also the main player of the River Plate team. He is very tricky. Many people in the outside world hailed him as the little Maradona. If you can learn something from him this time, it would be the best.

As for the back line, I am most impressed by Coloccini, who joined the Serie A giants AC Milan last year!In short, most of the players in this game are young players from professional teams, and the difficulty of the game is definitely more than any game you have experienced before! "

Speaking of this, Joseph paused, "Not only is there a lot of talent in Argentina, but Kaka from Sao Paulo in Brazil and Arjen Robben from Groningen in Eredivisie are all super talents who became famous at a young age. However, this is a difficulty, but also an opportunity. The World Youth Championship is a game with global influence. It has always been the stage for the debut of top stars, whether it is Maradona in the early years, or Van Basten, or Figo and Riquelme in recent years. , Owen and Henry, all of them have shined in the World Youth Championship! If you want to be them, you must seize the fleeting opportunity!"

Starlight names flashed before his eyes one after another, Chen Mo forcibly controlled his excitement, and said in a deep voice, "I will work hard, coach, grandpa!"

"Haha, it's good to have fighting spirit! Mr. Joseph, how about we have dinner together?"

"Very happy."
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Time passed slowly, and soon, a week passed. Barcelona, ​​which had three wins, three draws and one loss, missed the final, also ushered in the last match of this year's Mercedes-Benz Champions Cup. The opponent was the Japanese J-League United Team.

The sky was clear and bright, cloudless.

Today's Calderón stadium has more spectators than ever before, and there are no seats left. Many Argentine fans even hold banners with "Chen·Mo" on them!

"At No. 903 minutes into the game, Barcelona led the Japanese team 4-0. There is no suspense in this game."

"Yeah, I didn't feel the terror of Chen Mo when I played against the U19 players from the youth training of the giants. Now I change to a weaker team, and the dominance comes up immediately. The Japanese team can hardly touch the ball in the midfield. The little guy Chen Mo's pass scheduling and running ability are too strong."

"Indeed, so far in this game, under his control, Barcelona's ball possession rate is as high as 73%, and he has two assists and one goal. It can be said to be a very terrifying statistic. But, hey, Barcelona failed. It’s always a bit of a pity to reach the final and not see the second leg between Barcelona and Bayern.”

"You just want to see Chen Mo and Leon complete revenge on Bayern."

"Haha, who wouldn't want to watch this kind of drama? But this little guy Chen Mo is too exaggerated. He even participated in the World Youth Championship at the age of 14. Oh! The director understands it very well. Now the camera is on Chen Mo's grandfather, the gold medalist of the first World Cup." The son of boot award winner Guillermo Stabile - Mr. Lopez Stabile! His appearance may represent a kind of inheritance, a kind of inheritance from the spirit of Argentine football!"

"Yes, let's see if Chen Mo can recast the glory of his ancestors in the World Youth Championship! Let us bless this talented little guy! Alright, the referee De Paro blew the signal for the end of the game The whistle blows, the game is over, Barça wins!"

(End of this chapter)