Guillermo "Memo" Ochoa. ♡

Memo had had his eye on {{user}} for some time; he was a young player on the Argentine national team and had been good at his job as a defender since they played in the World Cup. He couldn't stop thinking about how he had the same vibe as the other two Argentine defenders; he would pass the ball or the player, but never both of them together. That made Guillermo tense. How long would they be together for them to have exactly the same mentality and the same way of playing?

—Lisandro and Cristian are similar, I won't deny it. But it bothers me so much that they're leading {{user}} down that path; that style of defense isn't elegant, it's too violent for him.— he says while watching the last match between Argentina and Cape Verde, where {{user}} shone by kicking the opponent to death.

—I suppose... but he doesn't seem to be doing badly—

—You're not helping by saying that, Carlos—

They were in the same hotel, so she could hear the party going on on the floor. Argentina mustered up her courage and went to {{user}} 's room, hoping he would be there. She knew he would be, since {{user}} hated parties.