Chapter 330
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Shania chuckled and turned to sit up.
Tang En stood up and made an inviting gesture to Shania, extending his hand. Shania also extended her hand for Tang En to grasp like a lady. "Are we going to dance, sir?"
"Oh, no. We're just taking a walk, beautiful lady. If it's dancing … "Tang En pursed his lips." I'm afraid your feet will get swollen. "
"Even a blind lieutenant colonel can dance the tango well!"
"Who's that?"
"The main character of Scent of a Woman. Haven't you seen it, Uncle Tony?"
Tang En remembered that the Hollywood movie was also called Scent of a Woman. Oscar winner Al Pacino played a blind lieutenant colonel in the movie, which won him the Hollywood Best Actor Award in 1993. In the movie, Pacino played the role of a blind lieutenant colonel dancing the tango with a beautiful lady in a hotel. It was a classic among classics.
He scratched his head. "Of course I've seen it. But I can't compare to Al Pacino. "
"But you look a little alike!"
"An older version of him?"
Tang En rolled his eyes.
Shania laughed and ran off.
"Let's race, Uncle Tony!" She stood in front and waved.
Tang En looked at the strolling crowd around and coughed. "That's too silly."
"Uncle Tony …" Shania just looked at him like that. Tang En raised his hands in surrender.
"Alright, it's not bad to train occasionally. Watch me catch you. I'll teach you a lesson!" Tang En suddenly dashed out, wanting to catch Shania off guard. In the end, he forgot that he was on the beach. The loose sand made it difficult for him to exert his strength. It was a completely different feeling from running on flat ground. Suddenly, his center of gravity shifted and he fell forward. He even ate a mouthful of sand and lay on the ground spitting non-stop.
On the other hand, Shania laughed until her stomach hurt. Unlike Tang En, Shania, who grew up in Brazil and played on the beach, knew how to run on the sand by instinct. Tang En got up from the ground and continued to stumble to chase after her. She bounced in front of him like a little bunny and even had the energy to stop and laugh at Uncle Tony.
The girl ran easily in front, turning back to smile from time to time. Meanwhile, a middle-aged man laboriously ran behind her, using both his hands and feet. This scene was somewhat unusual on the beach and attracted the attention of many people around. But Twain did not care. He did not feel that he was being looked at like a fool. Shania was happy, and that was enough.
Tired from running, Tang En plopped down on the beach, letting the water rush up and drench his swimming trunks. He waved his hands weakly. "I'm not going to run anymore, I'm not going to run anymore … I'm so tired!"
Shania returned with a smile and sat with Twain in the sea. "Uncle Tony is so useless."
"Hmph, saying that a man is useless is the greatest insult to him!" Twain panted heavily as he replied.
"Why?" Shania was puzzled.
Only then did Twain realize that foreigners might not understand such a joke with Chinese characteristics. He had to explain in a roundabout way, "It means that a man can't do it …"
This explanation was worse than not explaining at all. Shania became even more confused.
"I can't do it, I just can't … Yes, I'm impotent …" Tang En said softly.
Shania, who had her ears pricked up, heard it clearly. She covered her mouth and pretended to be surprised. "Uncle Tony is such a hooligan!"
Tang En was a little embarrassed and coughed violently, indicating that they should stop discussing this topic. He quickly found something to distract them. There was a large group of people gathered in front, shouting with all their might.
"What's that?" He pointed to Shania beside him.
Shania glanced at it. "Beach football." She knew that Tang En's football addiction had come back.
Sure enough, Tang En got up and walked unsteadily toward the crowd. "Let's go take a look."
Shania could only pout and follow behind him. She was suddenly a little jealous of football …
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In front of them was a beach football match that could be seen everywhere in Rio de Janeiro in Brazil. There were no referees, no advertising sponsorships. It was just a few good friends meeting up with a few people from the other side to clear out an empty space in the beach. They would take clothes or shoes and place them in the goal. A rubber ball and the match would begin.
Tang En had seen this scene many times in a feature film introducing Brazilian football. This was a characteristic of Brazilian football. It could also be said that this was one of the tricks of Brazilian football. Playing football on soft sand for a long period of time helped to increase the flexibility and balance of the kicker's body, as well as his explosive power. The famous football stars in Brazil's professional football scene were often experts in beach football. Here, the skills displayed by both men and women could amaze Tang En.
The players participating in this "match" were not differentiated by age, gender, or profession. Children, women, and the elderly could all come off the field to play. Basically, any random person here could put many in the Forest team to shame with their footwork.
By the time Tang En squeezed his way up, the match had already ended. The losing side came off the field and waited for the new team on the sidelines to go up and challenge them. It was a little like "fighting in a ring."
Although Tang En's own playing skills were terrible, he liked to watch people play football. This was not an occupational disease of being a coach now. It was a hobby he had as a normal football fan in China before he transmigrated to England. He watched people play football from the sidelines and then made comments about them in his mind. Why did he have to be psychological? Because he was afraid that saying it out would cause a dispute — he was always merciless.
Among the five new players on the field, there was a tall lad who attracted Tang En's interest. He placed all his attention on this person because he felt that the person in front of him was very familiar … but he could not remember who he was at all.
He could only stand on the sidelines and carefully watch the other person's every move in the match.
After playing for only ten minutes, Tang En suddenly smacked his head. He remembered!
Képpel Laveran Lima Ferreira!
If anyone felt that this long and complicated name was too unfamiliar and had never heard of it before, then he had another name that would definitely be familiar to all players who had played FM07.
Pepe。
Pepe.
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