Iron Man on the pitch

Late at night that day, Sporting Lisbon returned to Lisbon from London.

Usually, European football clubs travel by team bus or train. After all, the competition is in China and the distance is not far. However, because some big clubs are regular visitors to Europe, they need to fly around Europe, so the more arrogant clubs will have their own special planes.

However, Sporting Lisbon is not listed here, and there is no way. For a team that needs to sell people frequently to maintain operations, this aspect can be saved. So I had to finish the competition just after I was over, so I went back in the middle of the night with a hard time, and I was still in economy class.

After all, I lost the game and everyone had no time to have fun, not to mention that the players' economic situation is also average, and the consumption in London is still too high.

After boarding the plane, Li Ling came to his seat and sat down. When he was about to put on his earplugs and eye masks and slept, he heard a strange voice calling his name behind him.

Li Ling turned his head curiously and found that it was a chubby little boy, about eleven or twelve years old, and was arguing with his sister. The content of the argument was that who was more handsome or Ronaldo.

The little boy waved the newspaper in his hand, and the photo of Ronaldo occupied most of the page: "It's obvious that Ronaldo is more handsome. He is strong, brave, and has strong confidence. If you don't believe it, look at his muscles!"

"I think Li Ling is more handsome, his facial features are softer. Moreover, in terms of figure, he is no worse than Ronaldo, but he has never done a jersey chess. His black hair, coupled with his knowledgeable ones The temperament is a nobleman of the ancient Roman era. "The eyes of the young and charming 16 or 7-year-old girl are full of stars.

"What's the use of a erudite temperament? They are football players." The little boy curled his lips disdainfully.

"I like Li Ling. Whether he plays football or not, he is still a student at the University of Lisbon."

Perhaps because he heard his sister talk about learning that gave him a headache, the little boy's rebellious heart suddenly came up: "So what, Li Ling lost tonight's game, while Ronaldo scored twice with a free kick. .”

"Can that be the same?" Sister is not to be outdone. "Sports Lisbon's opponent is Chelsea. You don't know how strong Chelsea are. Real Madrid only plays... Zurich, winning is normal."

The girl glanced at the newspaper before she said the name of Real Madrid's opponent tonight.

Listening to the familiar Lisbon accent in the Portuguese of the siblings, Li Ling, who covered his mouth and laughed for a long time, couldn't help but interject: "I think Kaka is more handsome than both of them."

"Hey, who are you?" the little boy glared at him in dissatisfaction.

The girl was stunned at first, then looked at Li Ling carefully for a while, suddenly wanted to scream, but quickly covered her mouth and exclaimed in a low voice, unable to hide the surprise in her tone: "Wow! Li Ling! You are Li Ling! ”

"Shh!" Li Ling signaled to them in a low voice.

"Can you sign me?" The girl was very excited and reached out to take out her bag. She worked for a long time but didn't take out anything.

At this time, the little boy also recognized Li Ling, and he pouted: "Even if you sign me, I won't say good things to you."

But when he said this, his hand was not slow. He quickly took out a notebook from his schoolbag and handed it to Li Ling in front of his sister.

Li Ling signed his name after becoming a Portugal with a beautiful flower body on his laptop: Virgil Lee.

Seeing my younger brother happily put away his notebook, my sister quickly turned a small diary in her hand that had just been unlocked to the title page and handed it over: "Hi, Li Ling, can you use Portuguese, English and your original country? That... Korean signs me separately?”

"No problem. But I don't know how to write Korean. I have nothing to do with Korea. I can only write Chinese characters for you." Li Ling explained while signing his name in three languages.

"Chinese characters? China! Wow, that's an ancient country." The girl exclaimed.

"Aren't you Korean?" The little boy suddenly became interested.

"Of course I'm not a Korean. Why, do you have any objections to Koreans?"

"Of course, in 2002, although I was young, I also watched the World Cup." The little boy clenched his fists and shook them twice.

"Ah haha." Li Ling stretched out his hand and rubbed the little boy's head twice.

"But even so, I won't support you!" Although I had a cordial interaction with Li Ling, the little boy's expression was very firm, indicating that although he had obtained Li Ling's signature, he had one code and one code.

"Hey, why is this?"

"Because I am a Benfica fan!" The little boy proudly raised his chest.

Seeing Li Ling's eyes looked over,The woman's face turned slightly red, and her eyes dodged a little: "I, I...I am a fan of Sporting Lisbon."

"Hahaha, Emilia is not very keen on football. She prefers to spend her free time on movies and TV series." The girl and the boy's father came over happily, "but she knows Sporting Lisbon, but she still has a good understanding of Sporting Lisbon. Because of me, I am a Sporting Lisbon fan."

"It seems that I should add an autograph for you. As for the photo, wait for the plane to land." Li Ling stretched out his hand and held it with the middle-aged man.

"Don't worry, don't worry. My name is Martin," the middle-aged man first introduced himself, and then slowly searched for his pockets. "As a fan, when he saw us picking up again in May, he saw that he was so proud of him again. I was very happy and excited when I was in the Portuguese Super League trophy."

"There is no problem losing to Chelsea today. I hope you don't get troubled by it and just help the team win the domestic championship."

"Don't worry, brother, this difficulty can't beat me."

"Yeah, I can see it." The middle-aged man named Martin nodded, "But I have to say that in terms of handsomeness, in my opinion, Li Ling and Kaka are of the same level, but I I like your model more."

"Look, see, dad said so." The girl named Emilia proudly raised her chin to her younger brother.

"Woo, you bully me!" The little boy said sad words, but without any grievance, instead grimacing at his sister.

"By the way, there is another point," Martin continued to educate his children. "The winning or losing on the football field is just football, so don't use it to evaluate other things. The victory or defeat of a football game has nothing to do with whether it looks handsome or not. , players are just ordinary people when they don’t play football. What do you think?”

When he asked the last sentence, he looked at Li Ling.

"Of course, I agree with this point of view. The performance on the football field has nothing to do with me personally." Li Ling nodded in agreement, "If you want to understand someone, you can observe slowly and don't rush to draw conclusions."

"Then... can we be friends?" Emilia looked at Li Ling expectantly, blushing.

"I and every fan who likes football are friends," Li Ling looked at the little boy of Qiqiaiai. "Even if it is Benfica's fans, if we don't discuss Benfica, we only discuss football, that's a friend."

The little boy happily raised the corners of his mouth.

"No, I'm talking about...that kind of friend..." Emilia's voice was so low that she couldn't hear it clearly.

"Uh..." Li Ling was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Let's go with the flow."