[football] walk side by side

Some media accidentally broke the truth out of fear of chaos: "As far as the situation on the training ground is concerned, Slade's support is not even half of Ronaldo's. It can be seen that this A new member of the youth team is not very popular in the locker room, look at how little he cooperates with other players! We have reason to suspect that the youth team's locker room has begun to riot."

Cyril didn't feel anything about it. After all, he wasn't the kind of young and passionate boy, and the media's evaluation hadn't affected him in the slightest.

"Mr. Slade, I heard that you were excluded in the locker room and your teammates were very unfriendly to you. Is this true? Without the support of your teammates, do you think you can still be selected for Wenhai Mr. S's big list?"

Stopped by a strange reporter on the side of the street, Cyril stopped in his tracks: "My teammates are very unfriendly to me? No, that's not the case. We get along very well, but there are still some problems with the cooperation between each other, but I believe we can solve it. As for the roster, that is a matter for Mr. Wen Hayes to decide. What I should do is to train hard and wait for the call that may come at any time."

Cyril thought that he had answered everything perfectly, and the media should not be pestering him now, but when he went to training the next day, there were more reporters surrounding him.

"Mr. Ronaldo said that he hopes to fight alongside him at that time, is a player who really puts the interests of the team first, not some other guy. What do you think?"

Cyrillic:"……"

How could he have forgotten that, as famous as the Lisbon winger for his football talent, is his big mouth...

If he hadn't just met Cristiano yesterday, when Cyril heard the reporter's conversation, he would definitely think that Cristiano was referring to himself-this is also a reporter's language skills. Just ask another player, maybe it will cause the origin of the contradiction.

But since Cyril knows what Cristiano is referring to, he will naturally not be provoked by the media: "Yes, I think Ronaldo's words are very reasonable. Only the most united group can win the final championship."

Cyril originally thought that the matter would be over after this—but it wasn't until Cristiano ran over angrily during the training camp to ask him what he meant, that he realized how much the media could add fuel to the nonsense.

"Chaos in the locker room! Slade alludes to Ronaldo's selfishness!"

When Cristiano angrily came to him with a newspaper to settle accounts, Cyril looked at the headlines in the newspaper, and was rarely stunned.

wtf? !When had he ever said such a damn thing?

"No, I never said that. Those words were all made up by the media." Cyril was a little weak. He planned to say some beautiful words habitually, but when the words came to his lips, they became: "Although I also I think your style of play is a bit crazy."

Eh, it seems that I accidentally told the truth.

Cristiano: "..."

Cyril was already mentally prepared to meet Cristiano's anger.But the Portuguese teenager didn't mean to be angry. Cristiano curled his lips and said unconvinced: "But even if I pass the ball, they may not be able to score."

"So I don't think there is any problem with your approach." Cyril shrugged and said calmly: "I am an organizational midfielder, and my main job is to control the coordinated transition between offense and defense-as for the goal, it is multi-person goal. It doesn't matter to me whether I do it alone."

"If anyone has a problem with you, just gag them with a goal."

A volcano that was still brewing was peacefully extinguished like this.

Cyril breathed a sigh of relief, but once again raised his vigilance against creatures like the media—maybe not accepting any interviews is the best choice?

"Cyril!" Costa rushed to Cyril's side and said nervously, "I heard they said that the guys from Lisbon just came to trouble you! Are you okay?"

"It's nothing, just a misunderstanding." Cyril said casually, not wanting to delve further into this topic: "Let's go, go back to the locker room."

Costa looked Cyril up and down for a while, and he was relieved after confirming that he was fine: "I was scared to death, I thought you would come here with a pig's face like Pexel."

"..." Xiril paused for a moment, and said without changing his face: "Peksai? What's wrong with him?"

"Who knows, maybe he was beaten by someone." Costa said gloatingly: "When people asked, he still said that he bumped into it. If he could hit like that, how stupid would it be? I really don't know if he is insulting Our IQ is still insulting our own IQ."

While the two were talking, Cyril had already pushed open the door of the dressing room.

Seeing Cyril walk in, the atmosphere in the locker room suddenly froze.

Costa has long been accustomed to this situation. Since the national team training, this situation has not changed.If you get together, you can get together, and he doesn't really want to stay with those annoying guys.

But just when he planned to take Cyril to the Porto area as usual, he discovered a problem.

... Where's his little friend?

It is not difficult to find a familiar person in this not-so-big locker room. Costa just glanced at the locker room and easily found where Cyril was.

The boy was sitting on a stool in the locker room, half-turning his body and chatting with someone.And the person next to him is——

Costa couldn't help but widen his eyes.

etc!Isn't that the Lisbon player who rejected Cyril in the last Portuguese League?The newspaper also said that the two hated each other, when did the relationship get so good?

Costa felt that his thinking was a bit messy, and he watched the two of them chatting in a low voice before they walked out of the locker room together.

They walked out of the locker room together.

Walked out of the locker room.

locker room.

! !Costa stood there in a daze, so, was he abandoned?

"Cristiano said he wanted to compete with Slade for set-pieces, do you want to go and have a look?" Just as Costa was deeply saddened by being abandoned by his friends, maybe it was watching Costa standing stupidly Looking a little strange, Quaresma paused when passing him, and asked.

"Oh..." Costa nodded, walked out with Quaresma, and said wonderingly: "I thought the relationship between the two of them should be bad? Why did they practice together?"

"..." Quaresma was silent for a while. He couldn't tell Costa that Cristiano was actually a child. As long as it doesn't involve issues of principle, his temper can come and go quickly, right?

Considering the face of his young teammates, Quaresma coughed and said vaguely: "It's nothing, Cristiano is not the kind of person who holds grudges..." He finally couldn't stand Costa's suspicion The eyes, the voice became smaller and smaller, until he closed his mouth.

There are ghosts if you don't hold grudges!God knows that Cristiano was still losing his temper with him two days ago - because he felt that his attitude in that game was not positive enough, and he refused to do matching training with himself in the next two days of training.

It was not until Quaresma apologized to him very sincerely and swore to God that he would never do it again, that Cristiano reluctantly forgave him.

Then, on the second day after he was forgiven by his little friend, he found out that his little teammate seemed to have been abducted by others.

Thinking about it is also heartbreaking.

"Six!" They had just approached Cristiano and Cyril, who were near the net, when they heard Cristiano happily announce the result loudly: "I scored two more than you!"

Cyril felt a little regretful, he didn't seem to feel right at the moment, two or three goals in a row just passed the goal post.

"Are you competing for set kicks?" Costa raised his eyebrows with interest, "Cyril still lost?"

"I'm really not very good at scoring goals." Cyril didn't think there was anything unacceptable about this result. He said frankly: "Cristiano is better."

Quaresma was stunned, and subconsciously glanced at Cristiano. He was surprised to find that the latter didn't seem to have any objection to this title.This made him couldn't help but turned his head to glance at Cyril. The boy was talking to his club teammates unconsciously. He noticed Quaresma's eyes and looked back at him strangely.

Always felt as if something else was going on without him knowing?

"Didn't Mr. Boas say before, let you practice shooting more in private." Costa said.

"I have practiced before... but I always feel that I am not good at this." Cyril said so, and he raised his foot to shoot. The football flew towards the goal, but this time it was higher than the net.

"You were too strong just now." Cristiano frowned and joined the conversation between the two. He said seriously: "There is also a problem with the angle. It must be that you have not practiced too much."

"Slade."

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded from behind them, and Cyril turned around, only to realize that Pecksai had arrived beside them at some time.Costa took a step forward vigilantly, and stood in front of his friend: "Fair, what do you want to do?"

Seeing Pexel Fair again, Cristiano's expression became a little weird for a moment, while Cyril acted as if he had completely forgotten what happened yesterday, and just stood there calmly: "Is there something wrong? ?”

Pecksey ignored Costa, and he didn't even look at Cristiano. He stared straight at Cyril with a stern expression: "See you on the court."

After saying these four words, he turned and left.