“I love him mom, but I don’t want anything bad to happen to him!”
“What can happen to him daughter, he is fine and France qualified for the World Cup and so do we. Everything is perfect,” said her mother.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do if the final is between France and England, I would divide myself in two,” said Victoria.
“There are still more than four months left, so relax,” his mother added.
“What a goal you scored Alexandre! I hope the World Cup final is not between France and Spain,” Jiménez told him in the locker room.
“Nor I.”
When the team returned to the hotel, Alexandre looked for Yellow, who gave him a ride in the same car that had saved his life. They reached a tall wrought iron gate that opened and they entered a cobblestone courtyard.
“Where we are?”
“In the neighborhood of Los Alerces from the San Martín district in Madrid. This palace belongs to a friend of Mr. Walker.”
“Alexandre! What a goal you scored! It reminded me of the goal of the century I scored in Buenos Aires! It was very similar! Do you know that now everyone talks about philosophy? Did you hear the journalist?” Arturo asked him when he received it.
“No.”
“I want to learn philosophy!” he screamed like crazy.
“I didn’t hear it.”
“You have to listen to it. It’s fun. He went completely crazy. Everyone is talking about it.”
“Hello Alexandre,” Ricardo greeted him.
“Hello.”
Before starting the meeting, Ricardo told them that Francisca’s father had been shot on a trip to Australia, but that he was fine. The same day they blocked Ricardo’s credit cards and, also that same day, the leaders of the club that Arturo ran in Dubai warned him that they did not want him to disconnect his cell phone one weekend a month, which was what he did in the meetings to write the book.
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