Now…
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
"You meant… Lawrence was warned?" Dora-the-Kid mentioned on it…
"What else? Let's wait tomorrow." Spike decided that they must get a relax: "We will watch it few days later, when the World Cup opening… began."
"Awww…" Dora-rinho got a bit disappointment: "I'm going to listen Enrique Iglesias's Bailando."
"Can you shut up?" Tom was not satisfied: "Don't say going anywhere, just do your own work." Then he took the bed and jumped on it. A night for the gang… until the World Cup opening…
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11 June, 2014
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
The gang caught the bus, the green one, and get into São Paulo, Brazil's most populous city. Since Rinho and Kid spoke Portuguese, they helped the gang a lot on the way to go to the Arena Corinthians. The newly-builded stadium would be the stage for the opening ceremony. But they did not care on it, they wanted to seek did Lawrence have any relative to Brazil.
"Why Lawrence got a secret story in Brazil?" Jerry's suspicious turned high.
"That's suspicious. We only believed that Lawrence spent most times in Arabia, Turkey and Europe, but never found a secret information like this." It was Wang Dora: "So now on, we must continue to seek it. Let's read."
"Agree agree… but will we found more?" Doraemon and Spike looked each others. They both either had to prepare for this. What would happen? They took the book inside Dora-the-Kid's bag and started reading it. A new chapter was being opened…
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June 1914…
Ottoman Syria…
"This is so strange…" Lawrence watched on it. He and his Arab group were totally very tired but focusing carefully on the ruins. Mr. Brighton had been saying bye in the morning to be returning Egypt so Lawrence must continue without him. Dahoum, Lawrence's little friend, this was one of his chances to tell:
"T. E.? Are you alright?"
Lawrence did not answer. Instead, he just focused on like a losing soul person. Dahoum tried to tell many times but he did not answer. All...
Where's Lawrence?
"Why? What's going on?"
"The death of Archduke?"
"The battle..."
"Turkish Bey..."
"Mr. Brighton... Newcombe..."
"Lord... Lord..."
"Syria... Transjordan... Egypt..."
"The Government... what are they thinking in Arabia?"
"Leaving here. But..."
"The Bedouins... The Bedouins..."
"The Doras! Who are the Doras?"
"Dynamites! Use it to ruin the Turkish railway."
"War..."
"It must be destroyed! For Arabia's future!"
"Seeking the Turks..."
"Helping the Britons to advance..."
"When the Ottoman fall... what will we do? Will we have a homeland? A nation? Hejaz? Syria? Iraq?"
"Only time can answer..."
"BWAH!" Lawrence opened himself. He realized that he was stucked on his own brain... He thought too much so Dahoum must carry a ton of water to pull down: "Wow... what happened?"
"Chicharito! Chicharito! Chicharito..."
"CHICHARITO?" Dahoum said "Chicharito!" so it was unnormal... Then...
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Now...
"Chicharito?" Dora-the-Kid's face turned black: "Rinho, can you stop saying 'Chicharito'? I almost thought this book written 'Chicharito' in here!"
"Oh..." Rinho was calm: "I thought..."
"THERE'S NO 'CHICHARITO' THERE, DUMBASS! IF YOU LIKE THEN GET YOUR FUCKING HELL ASSES TO GUADALAJARA IDIOT!" El Matadora screamed: "You must shut up! I'm reading!"
"You are reading or we?" Dora-the-Kid noticed on. But Matadora rejected to say: "What? Nothing else, okay? Let's march on..." They did read it, and once again, they continued their way...
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June 1914
Ottoman Syria...
"Lawrence! Wake up! Day sleeping again!" Dahoum called immediately: "What's wrong with you?"
"I don't know, really don't know either." Lawrence shook his head. He really did not understand why, but in fact, he also chose not to ask. And he completely returned back to the job, and thanked for Selim Ahmed, Lawrence finally enjoyed back to the ruins, then at noon he gave it to the British Commissionaire and they decided to cooperate with him. These jobs, also it was huge, but Lawrence always felt happy to do this. It was so excited for Lawrence...
Until... few days later...
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27 June, 1914
Ottoman Palestine...
A day in Palestine, part of Ottoman Empire. In there, Lawrence began to carry these ruins back to the Commissionaire where they would work with the German side in order to discover the ancient Arabia. Spike was driving a roll-royce, an old one.
"Lawrence, are you sure?"
"Everything is on my way. My problem... I had kicked it out few days ago."
"Good. Working here is not easy you know?"
"I know. Besides, I never think it was so easy today. Hahahaha..." Lawrence laughed. Spike also smiled like nodding with him: "That's Lawrence I'm looking for!"
"Yes..." but T. E. Lawrence while talking happily he suddenly saw a shadow. "Hah!" this shadow... "What the..." this shadow... no, not just one, it was these shadows! These shadows are reviving Lawrence's brain. T. E.'s dream came back from few days before...
The shadows of a man wearing royal clothes, having the rings of lucky, with a woman. They also sat on a same royce like Lawrence, but they were cheered by people in here...
And finally, a gun exploded...
"BLAM!"
"Huh?" Two shadows... it had fallen. They fell down without a help. The killer was captured, jailed and finally died in there... but this cause the war, which included some giant warships, tanks, MG, religious leaders...
And it came so fast...
"Huh?" Lawrence's now truly found that he was on a dream. But it was not lying: it happened again. Again, like a circle. He looked at this dream all time... even almost losing these carrying ruins... if the grey bulldog did not notice back: "LAWRENCE! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"
"Uh? Oh..." Lawrence turned its face back: "Thank you. Thanks for calling on me. Are we there yet?"
"More than that, Thomas Edward... we are officially been here." T. E. Lawrence received a handsome answer from Spike: "Welcome to the commissionaire camp."
That's it, the commissionaire camp. They placed it in Palestine beach, where they could prepare to talk with. But in here, one of the most special guests was there. Under the white camps, appeared by the sun, a man wore Arab clothes walked out from the dark. That man... he was a leader, who responsible for Ottoman Syria, including Palestine. A long bearded person, black, but his voice totally invited even the unlikely people... With little shoes background, he was...
It was...
"Lord Abdullah." Spike slapped happily: "It's an honor to meet the son of Sharif."
"Salaam mualaykum. Our traditional welcome. Mr. Arnold is waiting for you." Lord Abdullah said with a warm appearance: "Please come in. I must get ready for this. And... Mr. Lawrence, come in, come come please. C'mon!" Being encouraged like this, Lawrence would be loving it: "Thanks. I'm coming." They participated into the camp and started to tell anything about the ruins.
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Now...
"And they will..." Tom almost finished it until he saw the book: "Oh dear..."
The bus is getting closer to São Paulo, where Brazil would face Croatia at the Arena Corinthians. But Jerry realized that why Tom was silent...
"Oh... I see. Lawrence did not share much about this. He just gave these ancient evidences then left."
"Really? Over 100 years, rat." Tom put his hand on with a bit disappointment: "Like those dummy Azkals I saw before."
"You hate the Philippine soccer team, I know, because you said that they just used foreign players, and even you fucked them because they beat Vietnam in Mỹ Đình. But there's NO PHILIPPINES HERE! Focus please!" Spike yelled: "You are talking about Lawrence, or about the Azkals?"
"Wow wow... I do not mean..." Tom tried to make some fun: "Calm, bros, sometimes I feel like..."
"Racist? Yeah, with your mouth." Wang poisoned Tom's heart that the cat must use a gun. But the driver spoke: "Can you please be quiet?"
"Wow... you know English? Most Brazilians don't like English." Doraemon was amazed about the driver's English skills but he kept telling: "You really think Brazilians speaking English is worse than Spanish? Yes, but I'm not like this. I speak English everyday. I never forget to learn it, because I realize that one day we will host the second World Cup." He said happily: "Hahaha... Well, guys, what story you are talking for?"
"An old story, but you should not care. You need to drive, sir, or the bus will hit somebody on the road. It might be..." but while Dora-med III was about to warn, suddenly, the bus losing control. They heard a huge blow under the bus.
"BAM!"
"Wow wow wow..." Dora-nichov found that danger, he quickly harmed by keeping the brake. He held and did it easily, so different for a Russian man whose main car was... wolfs.
"(Oh dear...)"
If it had been Arjen Robben or Vincent Kompany, they would blame for this actions: idiot. So they decided that they must get ready to stay at the street. Jerry, Tom and Spike smelt something... like gum.
"Gum... hhhmmm..."
They looked down and found that... the reason for the bus losing control...
"Oh dear... seems like your tire had been blown on the street."
"Oh no! Damn fuck China!" the driver, he was unhappy after all: "The Chinese created these tires and now look at their tires! Junk!" Wang must be blind because he could not imagine behind these tires: Chinese flags. Made in China. That's why the world considered China is the world's largest factory of liar. Every Chinese goods exported to other nations must have 50% fake... no, over 70-85%, or 90%... "Those damn Chinese they made these things and it explained why China never won a World Cup, or even qualifying or hosting the second World Cup. I wish it was American tires." Listening on this, Dora-the-Kid's feeling rose again, back to 1994, the year when the Serbian Mexican Bora Milutinovic coached the Yanks...
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4 July, 1994
Carson, California
"O... says can you see! By the dawn early light!
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight last gleaming...
Who brought stripe and bright stars... through the perilous fight...
O... the rampage we watched and so gallantly streaming
And the rocket red glares... the bomb bursting in air...
Gave prove through the night that our flag was still there...
O! Say does that star spangled-banner yet wave...
O the land of the free... and the home... at the... BRAVE!"
The United States anthem: the star-spangled banner, sounded heroic. Kid, after he was allowed to back home from Bosnia over two months, had been participating in the stadium... That day was the day when the United States faced on Brazil, in their historic Independence Day. With Americans, it was truly a dream, a historic dream become true.
On the bench, Brazil's manager Carlos Alberto Parreira and US's counterpart Bora Milutinovic shook its hand and returning to their places. Dora-the-Kid, as a veteran, ran down and spent a moment to ask...
"Hey Mr. Velibor?"
"Ola! Who are you?" Milutinovic, the Serbian guy using his Spanish skills to welcome, then changed back to English: "Wow... you are..." Seeing a man got two bright ears like a cat, mustaches, having a cowboy hat, wearing American clothes, he quickly knew the detail: "So... you wanna know about the 1986 edition?"
"Mexico 1986? Yes." Dora-the-Kid mentioned on it: "So... can you tell me what's your success recipe?"
"You really think about it, don't you?" Bora smiled, but he also mentioned: "Well... before I coached a national team, I suddenly bought one movie..."
"Movie?" Kid bowed down but not understand. Even so, Milutinovic said: "This movie mentioned me back to 1962, where it was first shown. That man... he totally inspired me by his skills. He talked to me: 'Just run and attack, run and attack. Combine it and you will not have to use much, but you will make their weaknesses... to be discovered.'"
"So who make you like this?"
"I think... thank you, Lawrence... for guiding me..."
Dora-the-Kid did not know much but he totally felt that something was existed...
And it was right there...
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Now...
"Velibor Milutinovic?" Kid suddenly remembered back to 1994: "T. E. Lawrence? Velibor Milutinovic?" They were taking a break in a mobile cafeteria and eating hamburgers, no speaking. Kid came to inside...
And he put from Thomas's bag the book...
"Tommy Tommy... I must check on it."
He got a place and read the book quickly... and he knew that it must be having something funny behind...
But also... the driver started giving a... Look on his face, this must be...
"Oh dear... you have to wait until 11:30. Do you want to call another bus?"
"(Shit...)" Dora-nichov totally disappointed: "(WHY?)"
"Oh damn it..." Spike and El Matadora touched on its faces: "WHY? Great, we don't want to waste our money, so just relax in here." They watched on everything, but they felt surprise when Kid's focusing on the book. They put the hamburgers and posed others: "What is happening more?"
More things... were waiting for them...