[football] walk side by side

Until halftime, the score was 0-0.

Cristiano sat in his position, silently replenishing water.

He looked calmer than anyone expected, but this calmness is unusual in itself for a man who often messes with his teammates in the locker room.It's just that when Cristiano is not going well on the court, he always enters a state of self-depression. At this moment, his teammates just think that he is in a bad mood and don't think much about it.

In terms of insight into the overall situation on the pitch, Cristiano may not be as good as Cyril, but that doesn't mean he can't see the indifference of his teammates... He gulped down the remaining half of the bottle of water, slightly drooping There is no sadness or joy in the eyes.

It's ok.

Since my teammates are unreliable, I'll do it myself.

Anyway... When I was at Manchester United before, it wasn't like I didn't score goals alone.There is also Cyril now, if you want to score goals, it will never be more difficult than doing it alone at Manchester United.

Thinking of this, Cristiano put the water glass back and quietly waited for the head coach's tactical explanation.

Looking at a room full of players with different thoughts, Scolari also had a headache at this time.

Cristiano's mind, he can guess without thinking, but he can't force the players to do their best in such a game that has nothing to do with the overall situation, right?The media don't know about the death of Cristiano's father. Naturally, these players don't know the reason why Cristiano worked so hard, but this reason is not something Scolari can tell other players.

This is really...

Full of melancholy, Scolari bit the bullet and said a few nonsense casually, to the effect that he performed well in the first half (?), and hoped to continue in the second half, striving to score goals and so on. After these words, the Portuguese main The coach left the locker room first - he really couldn't face the Cristiano who was more sensible than before.

After the head coach left, Cristiano pushed the door out. He felt that he was in a good state, and he didn't want to hold back in the dull locker room anymore. He simply walked out of the locker room early and stood alone on the edge of the court. Silently watching the Portuguese fans stand full of joy and laughter.

This game, perhaps the most relaxing game for fans to watch in the World Cup qualifiers, without the pressure of promotion, they don't have to worry about the outcome of this game anymore, they just need to wait for the end of the game, and then jump up Celebrate Portugal's successful qualification for the World Cup.

If that person is there, he should be among the Portuguese fans now, right?

Cristiano pursed his lips, his right hand was hanging between his legs, his fingertips were almost submerged in the flesh and blood of his palm, after a while, he let out another breath and let go of his palm.

Never mind, he told himself, I'll win.

I will win.

In the locker room across the door, Cyril also sat quietly in his seat. During the halftime break, he never talked much. He didn't say a word at this time, and he didn't attract the special attention of his teammates.Only Ferreira trembled secretly. As the person who directly missed Cyril's ball in the first half...he was a little guilty.

Although Cyril has always had a good temper, but I don't know why, no matter whether he was in Porto at the beginning or later in Chelsea, Ferreira has always been a little afraid of him.

At this time, Cyril himself was a little hesitant.

The locker room is a place that pays attention to qualifications. As far as the national team is dominated by the Portuguese golden generation, he can be said to be one of the most unqualified people in the locker room. Besides, Figo and others are not without laziness The reason is, after all, they are no longer young, and it is impossible to consume their physical strength for insignificant games, but...

Sure enough, there is still no way to stand idly by, right?

Cyril sighed and stood up anyway.The locker room was still noisy at the moment, and everyone was discussing other things in small groups. He let out a breath and said, "I know I don't have a place to talk here."

This abrupt and compelling beginning made everyone quiet, and focused their gazes on Cyril. He didn't give others a chance to ask, but before the second person interrupted, he continued He went on: "I can understand that you are saving your energy for the weekend league, but—reserving energy and letting go should be two different things, right?"

"Like now, I'm lazily walking on the court, and I'd rather put the key to the victory on my teammates fighting alone than try my best when catching the ball... Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

Everyone was stunned, and soon remembered the scene in the first half of the game. Figo frowned, not understanding why Cyril was dissatisfied at this time - in the impression of the Portuguese players, Cyril had always been a A very low-key and sensible player on the court.

Why are you lazy in this game? On the one hand, there is no pressure in this game. On the other hand, with the current physical strength of Figo and other players, they have to save energy for the club's game. These two points, Cyril It is impossible not to see his intelligence.

But he was still in a place like the locker room, and at such a critical moment, he said such almost "rebellious" words, why?

During the short period of time Figo frowned and thought, Cyril hadn't said anything yet, but the other Portuguese players were a little panicked.

Costinia looked at Figo's expression calmly, and glared at Cyril angrily: "Louis, ignore him, Chelsea just lost to Manchester United recently, he and Cristiano are here It's a competition—he was probably upset with Ferreira's mistake in the first half, kids have a lot of problems, don't be as knowledgeable as him."

"Yes, yes, yes," Figo didn't answer, and Ferreira also hurriedly interjected: "It's all because of my wrong attitude in the first half. I promise, if you pass the ball to me again in the second half, Cyril, I will definitely take good care of it and never waste it." , help you beat Ronaldo that stinky boy, is this the head office?"

Baia raised his chin with great interest: "So, is this the preview of our 'Best Newcomer' in Portugal? It sounds very interesting." The Portuguese goalkeeper who is keen on gambling said with a smile: "Then I bet 1000 euros, Cyril scored first."

"Oh! That's good," Deco also took over the conversation, with a very interested look: "I also bet 1000 euros, and I will bet that Cyril will score first."

"Why do you all bet on Cyril?" Carvalho was a little depressed: "Then what's the point of this bet? I also think that Cyril will score first..."

Cyrillic:"……"

Figo: "..."

The Portuguese captain glanced at his teammates in front of him speechlessly.

He hasn't said anything yet, why are all of them so nervous that they jumped out to smooth things over one by one, as if he was going to drive Cyril out of the national team in the next second, as for it?

Look at those few people again, while eagerly wanting to place a bet, while secretly looking at his face from time to time, is he so unreasonable?

In fact, the concerns of Deke and others are unreasonable. Things in the locker room have always been simple and simple, and complicated and complicated. Sometimes it is just a quarrel that will cause a dispute between the two players. In particular, Figo is still the captain. Many Portuguese players in the team have more than ten years of seniority. Cyril's words like this seem to be very disrespectful to them.

The interjection by Deco and others is not only to smooth things over, but also to express their position-since the 2003/2004 Porto Triple Crown champion, seven or eight players from the Porto Triple Crown team that year have been selected for the Portuguese national team, in other words In other words, the power of the Porto gang in the Portuguese locker room is no less than that of the golden generation that is about to retire.

It's just that everyone doesn't like to make trouble, so they have lived in peace all this time.

Like now, although Cyril reacted differently before, Luis Figo has a solid foundation in the Portuguese dressing room for so many years, but if there is any dispute, the Porto gang will definitely stand on Cyril’s side of.

It is for this reason that they jump out in a hurry.

Smoothing things over is one of them, and demonstrations are no exception.

Seeing his ex-teammates interject in a hurry, Cyril was a little bit dumbfounded, but there was a burst of warmth in his heart.

Before opening his mouth to say such provocative words, Cyril was mentally prepared-the worst result would be to offend Portugal's golden generation and not be able to participate in the 2006 World Cup. The golden generation will end in 06 at the latest , under the premise that Portugal must usher in a new generation, Cyril will not worry about not having a national team to play.

However, what even he didn't expect was that these former teammates would choose to stand by his side without even thinking about it.

Figo was also a little surprised, but didn't mean to be angry.

Hearing Cyril's words at first, he might have misunderstood him as a malicious provocation, but after thinking about it for a while, Figo realized that this was definitely not his intention.

This young midfielder is not as simple as he seems. When he speaks, it means that he already understands what his words mean and what kind of bad results they will lead to. After realizing this, he still After making this stupid decision, the reason why he chose "stupid" is worth pondering.

So, under the tense eyes of everyone, Figo thought for a while, and said calmly: "The game between two people doesn't seem to be interesting, does it?"

Portuguese players: ...Huh?

"How about this," the Portuguese captain suggested with a smile: "We are divided into two groups, count as one group with Cyril's, and one group with Cristiano's, and compare, whoever scores the first goal in the two groups, loses. How about a treat for your side after the game?"

"That's a good idea!" Baia rubbed his chin: "However, I'm the goalkeeper...then which group am I in?"

"Any group is fine," Figo smiled slightly. "Let me tell you first, if you concede the ball first, then even if your group scores a goal first, it will be invalid."

Baia turned to look at Cyril: "...Cyril!"

Cyril coughed and pleaded sincerely: "For our team's victory... you should go and harm Chris's team."

Baia: "..." Can we still be friends happily? !

A crisis was inexplicably wiped out like this.