Meanwhile, on the other side, the Grand Hotel Madrid.
The ancient but blond and arrogant old man roared at the mobile phone. Chen Mo, Messi, coach Joseph and the staff of the Argentine Football Association sat obediently aside and did not dare to speak.
He yelled angrily at the phone. After a while, the old man slammed the phone on the bed and looked at the Argentine Football Association staff breathlessly: "He agreed. He will go to Buenos Aires and... You sign the agreement."
"Excuse me, Mr. Stabile."
"Need not."
Lopez Stabile waved his hand to signal the staff to leave, and turned to look at Chen Mo: "Never listen to your father, he is a brainless idiot who can't even protect his wife!!"
"..."
Chen Mo clasped his hands behind his back, lowered his head and said nothing. Lopez stared: "Did you hear that?"
"It's...Grandpa."
With the word "grandpa", the angry mood on Lopez's face obviously eased. He looked around at everyone, rubbed his cheeks, and looked at Chen Mo apologetically: "I'm sorry, grandpa was a little rude just now. Grandpa just remembered some sad past events..."
"It's okay, Grandpa, I understand. By the way, Grandpa, you said on the phone that you had something to show me. What is it?"
Chen Mo nodded, with a sunny smile on his face. Lopez, who had just sat down on the bed, stood up and said, "Oh! I was so angry just now that I almost forgot about this!"
He hurriedly pulled over his small pink backpack and pulled out an old golden sneaker wrapped in a plastic bag.
"This is?!"
Several people present had shocked looks on their faces.
Lopez smiled proudly and said: "Yes, 1930, the World Cup Golden Boot! It is the inherited treasure of our Stabile family!"
"Oh my God! World Cup Golden Boot! Grandpa Stabile, can you let me 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."
"ah?"
Messi hugged the golden boots, his little eyes full of confusion. Lopez put his hands on his hips and smiled: "That time Jorge and Celia had to go away for something, so they entrusted you to Matilena's care, and then you and Xiao Mo, you two little guys were flying around the house, and finally found the box containing this treasure under the bed in my room. Oh, when I came home and saw you two graffiti on the World Cup golden boots , I almost fainted with anger."
Lopez said with an exaggerated expression and pointed at the boots with a wrinkled finger: "Well, 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.”
As Lopez rambled on, Chen Mo and Messi looked at each other, and both of them saw the smile in each other's eyes.
"Hahaha, was I so naughty when I was a child? They should all be drawn by Xiaomei, right?"
"Oh, you guy, stop talking nonsense!"
The two were noisy, and long-lasting good memories came to mind. Lopez's eyes were full of love, "I never expected Leon that you would join a wealthy club like Barcelona, and I never expected 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 games and subsequent club training? "
Joseph, who was leaning against the wall with his arms folded, waved his hands and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter. We failed to reach the finals of this cup. The schedule will end in about a week. As for the club's training... I believe no one will I want to prevent a 14-year-old boy from participating in the World Youth Championship. Oh, it is really exaggerated to think about it. He participated in the World Youth Championship at the age of 14. The previous youngest age record should be around 16 years old. Xiaomo, you are going to do it this time History has been made!”
Making history?
For no reason, Chen Mo felt his heart skip a beat and his face started to turn red. Lopez smiled and said: "Don't be too nervous. I talked to the staff. This time our Argentina lineup is very strong. You go mainly because Just getting the vibe and learning, sitting on the bench most of the time.”
Joseph continued: "Yes, in this World Youth Championship, your Argentina has shining stars. On the front line is Saviola. He is the main forward of River Plate, the Argentine League champions the year before and last year. He is very powerful.
There are Romagnoli and D'Alessandro in the midfield. Here you have to focus on Alessandro. He is also the main player of River Plate. He is a great attacking midfielder with sharp dribbling and breakthrough and good passing. He is very tricky, and many outsiders call him little Maradona. If you can learn something from him this time, that would be the best.
As for the back line, I am most impressed by Coloccini, who joined the Serie A giant AC Milan last year! In short, most of the players in this competition are young players from professional teams, and the difficulty of the competition will definitely exceed any competition you have experienced before! "
Having said this, Joseph paused, "Not only is Argentina rich in talent, Kaka from Sao Paulo in Brazil, Robben from Groningen in the Eredivisie, all are super talents who have become famous at a young age. However, this is a difficulty, but it is also an opportunity. The World Youth Championship is a game with global influence and has always been the debut stage for top stars, whether it is Maradona or Van Basten in the early years, or Figo and Riquelme in recent years. , Owen and Henry, they all once shined in the World Youth Championship! If you want to be them, you must seize that fleeting opportunity!"
Starry names flashed before his eyes. Chen Mo controlled his excitement and said in a deep voice, "I'll work hard, coach, grandpa!"
"Haha, as long as you have the fighting spirit! Mr. Joseph, how about we have dinner together?"
"With great pleasure."
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Time passed slowly, and soon, a week passed. Barcelona, which had three wins, three draws and one loss and missed the final, also ushered in the last game of this Mercedes-Benz Champions Cup. The opponent was the Japanese J-League United Team.
The sky is clear and clear, cloudless.
There were more spectators at Calderon Stadium today than before, and the seats were packed. Many Argentinian fans even held banners with [Chen·Mo] written on them!
"At the 93rd minute of the game, Barcelona led the Japanese team 4:0. There is no suspense in this game."
"Yeah, before I played with U19 players from the youth training of a wealthy club, I still couldn't feel the terror of Chen Mo. Now that I'm playing with a weak team, my dominance has suddenly increased. The Japanese team can hardly touch the ball in the midfield. This little guy Chen Mo’s passing and running abilities are so 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 very scary data. But, eh, 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 their revenge against Bayern."
"Haha, who doesn'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 knows it very well. Now the camera shows Chen Mo's grandfather, the first Mr. Lopez Stabile, the son of World Cup Golden Boot winner Guillermo Stabile! His appearance may represent a kind of inheritance, an inheritance from the spirit of Argentine football!"
"Yes, let's see if Chen Mo can recreate the glory of his ancestors at the World Youth Championship! Let us bless this talented little guy! Okay, the referee DePaluo blew the whistle to end the game. Whistle, the game is over, Barcelona wins!"
