Playing for the Enemy • José de Jesus Corona

Prologue

"Chuy, I can't. My hands are tied."

"But sir, please. I can't leave this club. You know how much they mean to me," the goalkeeper told the director of la maquina cementera.

"Chuy, I'm not going to actually sell you. You're just going on loan."

"Just a loan? You're loaning me out to América," he said in disgust, "I can't get along with them. Some of their players hate me."

"After a season we'll get you back and you'll be back to defending la portería de Cruz Azul."

"And what if I don't? What then?" Chuy asked angrily, "if your willing to loan me out to América, then you're willing to sell me to me too."

The goalkeeper was done discussing. He didn't want anything to do with those Américanistas.

"Jesus, I'm sorry," the director apologizes, "but it's been done. You're getting loaned to out to América and there's nothing you can do about it.. You're with America now."

He's playing for the enemy.