Renaldo

by James McCreath

  Instead, a talent show was organized to entertain and relax the warriors. Each

  team member had to participate. Ramon Vida and Renaldo De Seta would give

  their farewell performance as the R&Rs.

  Number seventeen’s sore foot was holding up well. The holistic medicine

  and the intense physiotherapy had paid huge dividends in what had seemed at

  first like a losing enterprise. The appendage was game fit, and Renaldo De Seta

  would start at center half in the World Cup championship game.

  What terrified the youngest player in camp more than the Dutch was

  playing on stage in front of his peers that final night. The two rockers had

  rewritten the Beatles tune “Twist and Shout” to suit their particular purpose,

  and now they stood alone in the spotlight. The lyrics called for the guitar player

  to mimic the words of the lead singer, but singing was something Renaldo had

  not been forced to do in their previous performances. Vida was the showman.

  He always looked after the vocals and that was fine with his partner. Now the

  guitarist was being made to expose his inability to carry a tune, and it was one

  of the most frightening moments of his life.

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  During rehearsals, the ‘Boy from Boca’ had fallen to the floor clutching

  his sides while laughing at his compatriot’s vocal tribulations.

  “Man, if you want to score tomorrow, just start singing to the Dutch

  goalkeeper. You will drive him from the net for sure. Maybe even right out of

  the stadium. How can such a pretty face hide such an ugly voice?”

  The guitar work was easy, so Renaldo strummed his instrument as

  powerfully as he could. Hopefully, the melody would drown out his off-key

  vocalizing.

  Vida, the showman, was dressed in skintight black leather pants and was

  naked above the waist, except for a blue and white-striped Argentine scarf.

  Renaldo wore jeans and a National Team jersey. The singer strutted his stuff as

  if he were playing to a sold-out audience at Teatro Colón. After the guitar intro,

  the number unfolded as follows:

  Luckily for Renaldo, the screams and cheers of his enthusiastic audience

  kept the sound of his strained vocal cords at an almost inaudible level. Ramon

  was all over the stage, making lewd gestures with the scarf between his legs

  and pumping his midsection in a suggestive manner. The players and staff

  loved it, and the R&Rs were forced to play the song over a second time as an

  encore.

  Other acts included a film clip of Ignacio Suazo’s greatest goals, narrated

  by Captain Daniele Bennett. The footage turned out to be his one and only

  goal against Peru repeated over and over again. Another highlight was a chance

  to win a date with an erotic mystery woman. This lovely damsel bore a striking

  resemblance to none other than Juan Chacon in drag. All six foot five inches

  of him was poured into a pink mini skirt, tight angora sweater with two large

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  balloons as breasts, and the biggest pair of stiletto high-healed pumps that

  existed in the universe. Humberto Velasquez was the unlucky winner of the

  draw and was forced to give the hideous defender a kiss on stage.

  The evening had exactly the desired effect on the players, and in the end,

  they all stood and sang the national anthem of Argentina with their arms locked

  together in a giant circle. Even the men that were not starting the championship

  game sensed the magic of the moment, and Octavio Suarez witnessed a scene of

  team harmony that he had never thought possible until that very moment.

  There were tears streaming down the face of the large figure standing in

  the shadows of the assembly hall when the lights went up. What Astor Gordero

  had just witnessed was one of the most stirring moments of his life. These fine

  young men, the cream of the nation, idols one and all. To hear them sing the

  anthem with such passion and pride, that was worth waiting a lifetime for!

  The agent sought out his client at the end of the gathering.

  “Renaldo, I was wondering if we might have a few moments alone. Can

  you grab your friend, Vida, as well? There is something I wish to discuss with

  him in your presence. It shouldn’t take too long. Go and get your friend and I

  will meet you both in your room.”

  Renaldo dutifully set out to find Ramon. Less than five minutes later,

  they found Gordero sitting on the edge of Renaldo’s bed.

  “I could not sit on that tiny piece of wood they call a chair. I don’t think

  I would have fit into that thing even as a newborn. Come in, come in. This is

  your room after all, Renaldo.”

  The client was always shy initially in the presence of his enormous agent,

  but Astor Gordero possessed the ability to make the rookie open up and start

  talking after a few minutes. Ramon Vida had never needed any prompting to

  say what was on his mind.

  “Hey, Señor Gordero, baby, nice to see you, man. Renaldo says that you

  wanted to see me. So, you want us to go on tour with Symca and open for her?

  I knew we were good tonight, but, man . . .”

  The agent laughed aloud at the audacity of the street urchin.

  “No, no, Ramon, as much as I enjoyed your performance tonight, I have

  a feeling that your future lies in areas other than the music industry, which

  is precisely why I wanted to have a chat with the two of you together. I have

  cleared my visit here with manager Suarez, so he is aware of what I am about

  to tell you both.”

  Gordero motioned for the two men to be seated before he revealed his

  startling news.

  “Now, it seems from recent performances that the two of you complement

  each other very nicely in the center of a football pitch. You enjoy playing with

  each other, am I correct so far?”

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  “Ya, I like the kid, he’s OK. Give me some time and I can teach him lots

  of things, both on and off the field.” The former Boca player opened his mouth,

  stuck out his tongue, and waggled it disgustingly in Gordero’s direction.

  “Yes, yes, I am sure that you could, Ramon. But besides that, it seems that

  you very well may get the chance to keep playing together after the tournament

  ends. In England!” The effervescent Vida instantly became stone-faced in

  disbelief.

  “What the fuck are you talking about, man? I never met anyone from

  England in my entire life,” Vida shot back when the scope of the visitor’s

  statement had finally registered.

  “But I have, Ramon, and the people I have met want you and Renaldo

  to play first division football for them this season in England. For substantial

  remuneration, I might add.”

  As was his habit, The Fat Man paused to let his tiding have the maximum

  effect before revealing further information.

  “Ramon, I have here your release papers from the Boca Juniors Football

  Club. They were signed by the club president Señor Dominico yesterday. You

  are now the proud possession of the Newton’s Prefects Football Club. In other

  words, you will play for me next season.”

  The Newton’s Prefects majority owner and chairman handed his
new

  acquisition the legal documents. He could tell that Vida was having trouble

  comprehending the magnitude of the message.

  All the better to baffle the crude ruffian and get him under my thumb right from

  the start, Gordero thought.

  “As you prefer to deal with financial matters yourself, Ramon, I am in a

  position to negotiate with you directly. Here is the signed offer from the Canary

  Wharf Football Club in London, England. I have an identical one for Renaldo

  right here as well. The term of the contract is for two years. The team pays for

  all your lodging, transportation, and sundry expenses . . .”

  The speaker could see a flash of anger in his new center forward’s eyes as

  Ramon Vida interrupted his speech.

  “That’s it? Just room and board and a few bus tickets? What kind of

  fucking offer is that? Boca would have paid me big dollars to play for them as

  their World Cup star striker. I am not going anywhere for a few bus tokens and

  all the roast beef I can eat!”

  “I concur with you fully, Ramon,” Gordero nodded in sympathy. “How

  much do you think you could have gotten from Boca for your services after the

  World Cup?”

  “I don’t know, man, big money! Maybe one hundred thousand American

  dollars per year!”

  “One hundred thousand is not bad, my young friend. Not bad at all for

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  a second stringer from Argentina. But you are a star, Ramon. A starter for the

  greatest team this nation has ever assembled! And tomorrow, you will both be

  World Champions! World Champions receive their just rewards. The English

  are aware of your great worth, and they have signed contracts paying you both

  almost one million American dollars per year!”

  The silence in Renaldo’s small room was deafening. Both the young

  gentlemen could not believe the figure that they had just heard. Renaldo shook

  his head to clear his thoughts, but as usual, Ramon asked for clarification.

  “Oh, man, you gotta be bullshitting us! Nobody pays that kind of money

  for two unknown punks from Buenos Aires. Try to come up with a better story

  next time before you waste your energy.”

  Vida started for the door. With surprising strength and accuracy, Gordero

  flung the contract at him. The new Prefect striker caught the document as it

  bounced off his forearm.

  “Read the contract for yourself, Ramon. These people are noblemen, Peers

  of the Realm. Lord Reginald Russell and his daughter, the very lovely, Lady

  Mallory. They will pay you four hundred thousand pounds sterling apiece to

  play for them in London. It is all true, for even I would have trouble making

  up such a story.”

  Vida poured over the papers, trying to find the figures to verify The Fat

  Man’s words. Gordero continued to reassure both his young charges.

  “They want the two of you to be the saviors of English football. They are

  distraught that their team didn’t qualify for this tournament, and they will

  stop at no expense to see that it never happens again. They expect you to infuse

  some style and skill into their home game. For that, they will pay handsomely,

  even exorbitantly!”

  The two players looked at each other, still not fully grasping the coming

  change in their lives.

  “Now, Ramon, I would like to discuss this matter in private with Renaldo,

  so if you could take your transfer papers and the contract to your room, I will

  be available in say, half an hour, to go over any questions that you might have.

  So please, excuse us now, and I will be at your door in thirty minutes. What is

  your room number?”

  Renaldo had not reacted verbally to the information his agent had

  disclosed during the first part of their meeting. Gordero could see that his

  player was in a state of disbelief, so he motioned for the boy to come and sit at

  his side on the bed once Vida had left them alone.

  “So, my young superstar, and at the price the English are willing to pay for

  your services, you certainly rank in the superstar category. What thoughts are

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  going through your fertile mind right now? You remember that I did mention

  the possibility of playing abroad when we talked in Rosario, do you not?”

  The boy nodded mutely.

  “Well, your strong showing against Peru upped your value considerably.

  These people like what you and Vida do together. I am serious that they are

  expecting the two of you to have a positive impact on English football. These

  are not people who throw compliments, or their money, around frivolously.

  They believe in you, and what they think you can do for them.”

  Gordero was trying to gauge his client’s silent reaction. There was doubt in

  the boy’s eyes, but nothing to indicate that his answer would be an unequivocal

  ‘no.’ The Fat Man pressed on.

  “There are also several personal matters that you should be aware of.

  Firstly, with respect to your mother, I met with Señora Florencia personally

  yesterday afternoon, and I am pleased to report that under certain conditions,

  she will give your adventure to Europe her blessing. Those conditions include

  your being enrolled in a legitimate medical school in London, so that you can

  continue your studies while you are abroad. This matter has been discussed

  with the English, and it was determined that they have the connections to

  arrange such a request.”

  Renaldo’s eyes were wide with amazement, the latter piece of news

  seemingly more of a surprise than the former.

  “Your mother realizes that she is beyond being able to control your destiny,

  but she wants to make sure that you have an education to fall back on once you

  ‘grow up and stop playing that vile game,’ as she puts it. Her immediate desire

  is to become more involved in the operation of your family business concerns.

  Also, I assume you are aware that she continues to see my assistant Herr Stoltz

  in a nonbusiness capacity. Your mother seems to be a very happy woman at this

  point in time, Renaldo, and from her perspective, now is as good a time as any

  for you to leave the nest and spread your wings!”

  There were now visible signs of relief etched on the player’s face, but still

  no verbal response. Gordero continued his soliloquy.

  “This really is the chance of a lifetime for you, my son. You are a hero

  in your native country, no matter what the outcome of tomorrow’s game. But

  there is a much larger venue out there. A golden ring that only a very few get

  the chance to grasp. It is yours for the taking, Renaldo. I will handle all your

  affairs both here at home and on the international front. You won’t have to

  worry about a thing.”

  The lawyer was certain that this young man had a firmer grasp on the

  situation than his counterpart that had just left the meeting. The De Seta boy

  was no fool, but money alone would not be enough to make him accept the

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  English offer. There had to be a combination of positive factors that would all

  add up to a convincing, inviting scenario.

  “I am certain that Vida will accept the
offer and travel to England, so

  if you decide to go, you will have your friend with you. The important thing

  is that the two of you have just started to scratch the surface of what you can

  achieve on the football pitch. You have only really played together at your

  present positions for a handful of games and practices. But even a blind man

  can see the magic the two of you create. Your play together will only get better,

  and the English can see that!”

  There was a glimmer of acknowledgment now on number seventeen’s

  countenance, which gave the agent hope. The boy could not deny the fact that

  he and Vida were soul-mates on the field as well as off it. Now was the time to

  use his trump card.

  “Also, let me make it clear that I am fully cognizant of the fact that a

  strong bond has been formed between yourself and a certain lady client of

  mine. This does not displease me at all, for life in the glare of the spotlight

  is difficult at the best of times. In my experience, I have found that kindred

  spirits always reach an understanding as to how best to deal with fame and

  fortune. That is why I put the two of you together in the first place. I knew

  that you could help each other, inspire each other to greater heights. Simone’s

  concerts and feature performances have never been better since she has been

  corresponding with you. There is a certain ‘passion’ to her work that had been

  missing previously. Dare I suggest that you might have had something to do

  with that infusion of spirit? No more so than the effect that her support has

  had on your football performance, I suppose.”

  Renaldo could feel the flush of embarrassment that his agent’s words were

  causing. There was no denying their truth. It was just a matter of dealing

  with that truth and hearing it spoken aloud that caused the boy discomfort.

  The Fat Man would not let his advantage slip, and he continued on with some

  revelations that the young player had not thought of previously.

  “You see, my young friend, the two of you have been good for each

  other over the past few months. But should we win the world championship

  tomorrow, Symca’s stock will rise as sharply as your own. She will be singing our

  national anthem prior to the opening kickoff. The largest television audience

  ever assembled will hear her every note. The exposure will be tremendous,