Our Coach, Mr. Drac

CHAPTER 01 ~ Sounds Good ~

It was not until an hour since Lita left Losail Stadium, a bus with an open roof passed by. The bus car was provided specifically by the Qatar 2022 world cup committee for the procession of Argentina's national team victory. 

Finally the triumphant bus arrived right in front of the hotel where Lita was staying. Although it has seen the entire final until the cup submission session did not make Lita have to waste the opportunity. Full of joy Lita is eager to participate in the victory party of Team Tango. 

Lita wants to approach the champion team, which since the beginning of the competition has been championed by many football lovers. Especially the star, Lionel Messi. Lita wants to be able to touch the hands of one of the championship teams. 

However, what he wants must be done. Human waves keep coming. Also try to follow the bus from the side of the bus. Finally, the human flow also arrived at Lita. In accordance with his estimates, Lita was bounced from her waiting position..

"Oh, duh, duh," Lita's cry was heard when she was driven by the human wave.

"I hold you! .. I can hold you!" said a man in black while holding both parts of Lita's upper arms from behind without the slightest difficulty.

The strength of the encouragement of many humans made Lita staggered backwards. Even to the extent that Lita's right foot stepped on the right foot of her helper. The footwork was the last staggering move for Lita. Even the man has now turned his back to protect Lita from the impulse of the powerful human wave.

"Sorry, sorry accidentally!" Out the greeting from Lita quickly, for a moment he forgot that he was not in the homeland. 

"No problem Mam!" replied the bule man politely.

Lita is grateful because a tall thin man can hold his body, so he can avoid injuries due to falls. The rough sidewalk of the hotel could very well cause injury to him. Even if he falls with two palms as a place of pedestal. 

There could be additional injuries to the knee if the support of his hand is not strong. It will be more dangerous if you fall and fall. It could have been trampled on by other supporters who are relatively large in stature compared to him. Lita couldn't imagine it if it had to happen. 

In addition to expressing gratitude in her heart repeatedly, Lita also felt astonished at the man. How the pale-faced bule could understand his words earlier. Full of psyches Lita tried to make a chat to make sure her guess.

Lita expressed her gratitude again to the bull who seemed stiff, "Thank you for helping."

"It's okay Mam!" he said, "language?"

"Yes, Indonesia!" reply Lita increasingly convinced that the bule did understand the words he said. He was also grateful that the helper was not as good as he looked.

"Yes, Indonesia, I know Indonesia! English rights?" said bule is friendly while moving to the edge of the glass of the hotel lobby to avoid people who pass by.

"Goody!" answer Lita cheerfully while showing the right thumb in front of the face while following the direction of the bule moving.

"Lita!" lita said while giving her right hand.

"Zhelev Hristov," replied the bule returned Lita's hand until they made a gesture of shaking hands.

"Jelep, who?" tanya Lita is not sure of her hearing and a stiff tongue if you say the letters Z and V.

"Zhelev Hristov!" repeat the man with a more extended tone, but still like the sound of advertising coughing up phlegm for Lita's hearing.

"May I call you with Levy" said Lita who suddenly remembered the name of her pet Persian cat when she was a child, "just Levy!"

"Levy.. why not?" levy replied with a big smile, "Lita Levy. mmh. sounds good!"

Red cheek suddenly Lita. White skin on the cheeks is indeed a dream for girls. Lita's cheeks can be easily flushed because the skin can be said to be very white for the size of Indonesian humans. 

Lita was in shock for a while. His initial intention was just to make it easier to mention the name. There's no other intent.

However, Lita was sure there was no intention the man did not mean to be rude to her. What Levy said was mere spontaneity. For the umpteenth time Lita fell silent not daring to look at the man's face. He just lowered his head and looked at the end of his sneakers.

I don't know what the contents of Lita's head at that time until without hesitation he became acquainted with the bule. Lita is no stranger to Levy. From the results of the introduction he just did it is known that his new friend was from Bulgaria.

"Great moment huh?" levy said as she stared at the accompaniment that began to move away from them.

"I agree" Lita answered briefly

"So what next!" levy asked, "drinking coffee.. Shisha?"

"What?" asked Lita because she did not understand the second offer from Levy.

"Coffee shop in front of us!" levy said as her index finger pointed towards the cafe across the street.

"Oh, okay!" lita answered without realizing that she had just received the offer of a stranger she had just met.

Spontaneous schedule home a new plane tomorrow night Lita made as an excuse. At least it was logical enough to be used as a justifier to accept Levy's offer. It must be admitted at that time Lita did need something fresh or warm. Objects with such properties that are needed in the relaxation process of his upper airway. 

Imagine, that throat he used to scream for almost three hours. Sometimes hysterical. Given the excitement of the new final party he witnessed.

They are now sitting on a small round table with a red tablecloth. While waiting for an order of black coffee and mint-flavored shisha to request Lita, Levy makes a confession. He is not an Argentine fan. He would prefer Croatia to be. 

"Truely it!" levy answered spontaneously.

"Final, don't you jiggle the French?" ask Lita, "we're both European."

"France was at the last world cup" Levy replied, "so now Argentina deserve it!"

For a moment their chat was interrupted, their order of coffee and shisha tools arrived. The waiter, who seems to be from the Philippines, also brought a package of sweet bread and sweet sweets typical of Arabia. It was a perfect snack at midnight.

Changing the word French to French makes Lita more convinced that the interlocutor is very familiar with the language he uses. Then Lita made a decision to only use Indonesian. Sometimes a mixture of languages results in some meaning and meaning being lost and often leads to different perceptions. 

"What are you doing Lita?" levy asked in very standard language.

"Emh, I'm a sports doctor," Lita replied after a split second to ponder the question, "also a sports lecturer."

"In Indonesia?" ask Levy.

"Yes, even I never intended to work abroad," replied Lita, "if you?"

"I'm a Raspberry farmer, continue the family business" Levy said humbly, "there's also a football player agency business."

"Ah, that's right!" said Lita suddenly enthusiastic on the second profession Levy, "actors of football business also apparently yes?"

"That's how we look for young talent from Balkan countries."

"Can you tell me about the football business?"

Without awkward Levy explained the business of the player agency that he did. Lita took Levy's words seriously. Lita hopes to gain some insight or enlightenment from Levy's explanation. 

Lita's hope, some of Levy's explanations contain a solution to the problem at that time. Before leaving for Qatar, Lita had been able to be in charge of the campus football program. Something he doesn't master.

"In addition to being an owner, what are you doing in the business?" Lita was surprised what was the connection between Raspberry and the football player agency. 

"I'm an athlete psychiatrist" Levy replied, "I published an assessment of the emotions and growth projections of players to play in European leagues."

"Oh like that, I had a chance to think if your job really has something to do with football," said Lita slowly like there was a sense of disappointment there.

"Yes indeed, even before I had the chance to school a soccer coach," Levy replied calmly as she sipped her black coffee.

"Great ..great!" cry Lita intervened laughing, then clap both palms until there was a fairly loud sound, "thank God for finding the right person."

Seeing Lita's slightly tacky behavior, Levy just smiled. With a calm movement he took the sweets from the small plate and chewed them slowly. Lita realized that she had become the attention of people due to the sound of clapping her hands earlier. Lita ignored the men by sucking the mint-flavored shisha deeply.

"If you've really been a coach of a football team, would you like to share your experience with me?" Lita asked Levy as decently as possible, after they had only been quiet for a while

"Yes .. of course!" said Levy still with a smiley face though impressed cold for people who do not know him, "but what need you about the technique of coaching football."

Asked like that inside Lita's head to tell her the problem, "Seriously want to hear my story?" 

"Please" Levy replied briefly.

Feeling like the wind to release all the strings, Lita said, "I was once part of a football team, but only as a medical. I don't know how to coach football. Yesterday I was asked by my threatened protege ...."

"Whoa .. whoa .. whoa .. please take it slow miss, our time is still long," said Levy worried not to be able to digest Lita's words well, sounds more like a snitch.

"Aish .. sorry yes," said Lita while pulling her cup of coffee again.

"OK Lita, please continue the story," Pinta Levy politely so that Lita can continue to tell the story.

That was how on that night Lita spilled all her complaints to Levy related to football. From beginning to end. However, they are not just stories about football. There are times when it comes to their personal nature. 

I don't think time is approaching a third of the night. Lita has been full of telling stories and receiving lots of input that night. Lita thought it was time to end their conversation.

Lita was no longer able to endure her sleepiness. He was forced to retreat shortly after he yawned for the third time. Lita thanks you and please step down.

Lita left Levy. Return to the hotel where he stayed. Lita has been at the hotel since the third party of the Qatar 2022 world cup stage. Practically never once he moved from the hotel during the Qatar world ball party.

...️️ ~ Connect ~ ⁇ ️️...