[football] walk side by side

Cristiano: ...

As a player who has been ridiculed for his ugly way of celebrating for many years, Cristiano finally ushered in the best time of his life-the club Grand Slam, and the European Cup he had been looking forward to for many years.

...except that he knelt on the spot because he didn't have the strength to do a handsome and outrageous celebration pose.

For a moment, Cristiano was so hopeless that he began to think about whether to bury his face in the grass until everyone was gone... Just as he lowered his head, he was seriously thinking about this matter. When the matter was feasible, someone held his chin and made him raise his head passively.

Damn!who! !Can't you see I'm embarrassed!

Before he had time to get annoyed, he saw a familiar face. Cyril stared at him fixedly, then suddenly lowered his head, paused for no reason, and finally printed a soft smile on his forehead kiss.

Cristiano: ...

Is the game... over?

The Portuguese fans who were stunned by the end of the game looked at the two people on the field dumbfounded. The commentator was also stunned by this way of celebrating, but he quickly realized that - compared to others Radona's kiss of the century and the like, what is a player's forehead kissed on the spur of the moment?

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! GOOOOOOOOOOOAL! GOOOOOOOOOAL!!! Lore!! Countdown lore! Cristiano Ronaldo!!!" Robert shouted loudly: "At the last moment less than 1 minute before the end of the game, Ronaldo used a grain of gold Goal to obliterate Spain!!! No penalty shootout!! Portugal are champions!"

"Iker Casillas defended most of the fatal shots in the game, but he finally fell to the stubborn insistence of the Portuguese. In fact, we can see that until the last moment of the game, Ronaldo was still fighting for a chance. It is possible to go all out! This is not the strongest Portugal, but the most tenacious Portugal! Since the European Cup, their situation has been frequent, but the Portuguese have persisted tenaciously until the last second!...Spain is not wronged! "

"Congratulations to Portugal! They are well-deserved European champions!"

During the time when the narrator was roaring loudly, the fans in the stands also reacted immediately, and then roared like landslides and ground cracks!

When this almost impossible goal appeared in front of him in such a way, for some reason, Scolari first remembered the words that Wen Haisi said to him inadvertently——

"Slade is certainly the kind of player who is very calm and can control the overall situation, but in many cases, excessive rationality will make people accept their fate prematurely, especially when the team is in a desperate situation in the battle against a strong team. His sanity will put the team in another bad situation."

"If Slade can keep the team calm and rational in any situation, then Cristiano Ronaldo is the kind who can give the team strength no matter what kind of desperate situation it is in. A player pulled out of the abyss."

"But Ronaldo is too impulsive, do you know that he is easily controlled by emotions, and sometimes he does things that are not beneficial to the game out of impulsiveness, but Slade's absolute rationality can completely make up for his Impulsive. Ronaldo's never-to-confess can also make up for Slade's excessive rationality."

"That's why I say - Portugal already has the best possible future."

Maybe even Wen Hais, who inadvertently made such a conclusion about Cristiano and Cyril in the European Youth Championship six years ago, would not have imagined that a conclusion he made casually back then would be in the six years later. It was confirmed in the European Cup final, right?

Scolari couldn't help laughing.

The Portuguese players also reacted at this time-they won! !They won the European Cup! !When they have already shrunk their defense across the board, when they feel that everything will probably be settled in a penalty shootout, when they doubt whether they will fall in the final again.

The Portuguese players, filled with unspeakable excitement, decided to celebrate.

They glanced between Cyril and Cristiano with hesitant eyes-one is an assister and the other is a goal scorer. Who is better to press?It's a wonderful annoyance.

Cyril, who noticed his teammates' eyes, blinked and smiled slightly: "What are you looking at me?"

Ok.

in fact.

... and there is nothing to hesitate about.

The Portuguese players looked at each other silently, and decided to attack their own captain. With Cristiano's good temper at this time, even if he went too far, he would definitely not trouble them afterwards.

After happily making a decision, Gomez took the lead in throwing down Cristiano.

Cristiano was still very happy when he saw his teammates. He was struggling to get up from the ground, and planned to rush over to celebrate with them, but he stood up unsteadily. Seeing a big guy rushing up excitedly, he pushed him back to the grass again.

Cristiano: ? ? ?

He didn't have time to resist and feel the weight that Gomez pressed down instantly. Seeing that Gomez took the lead in taking action, the fat Portuguese players rushed up one after another, directly strangling all of Cristiano's struggles. into the cradle.

Cristiano was already struggling.

Damn! !Why are all these guys so heavy! !Cristiano, who was crushed at the bottom, was almost out of breath at the moment. He felt that he was about to be crushed to death-as the first player to be crushed to death by his excited teammates after winning the European Cup.

In the end, Scolari's arrival saved him.The Portuguese coach clapped his hands, smiled and asked them to go to the locker room to change clothes, and prepare to participate in the awards ceremony later.

The players weighed between "hurrying up the time to moles the captain" and "molesting the captain another day", and chose the latter.After all, maybe this is the only time to toast, and the captain will still have a chance to tease him in the future.Thinking of this, the players finally decided to let their captain go temporarily, stood up one after another, and walked excitedly towards the locker room.

Along the way, Cristiano complained: "Cyril, you don't care about them!" QAQ was too much, and he didn't want to save him.

He wanted to read a few more words, but at this time, a familiar voice came from the front: "Chris." Cristiano raised his head, and saw the familiar figure standing in the player tunnel at a glance. Surprised blurted out: "Boss?"

He was still surprised, but the old man had already walked over a few steps and hugged him gently: "I watched the whole thing on it, and your performance is worthy of being a champion—congratulations, my child."

Cristiano hugged the old Scottish man tightly, biting the corner of his lips, unable to speak.

When he kicked the ball into the goal, the first thing that came to his eyes was actually the man he once loved and hated.Every boy who steps on the court may have such an experience-after a busy day of training or a wonderful game, as long as you look back, you can see the long shadow of his father standing outside the court in the setting sun.

If my father watched the game live, what would he say?

"The final game-winning shot was so cool!", or "My son is the best player in the world!"?

Cristiano didn't know, and had no chance to ask again.

But it doesn't matter.

Cristiano thought.

He already got an answer from another father.

Cyril stood on the side, and thoughtfully gave the father and son the space to be alone.It wasn't until Ferguson let go of Cristiano with a smile, and the latter rubbed his wet eyes in embarrassment, that Cyril took a step forward and said hello.

"Good day, Sir Ferguson."

Cristiano blinked, suddenly a little embarrassed.

Because he suddenly recalled that he had made such an agreement with his head coach - "If you have a girl you like, remember to show it to me later."

Apart from not being a girl, and that Ferguson himself didn't know anything about it, he could be considered fulfilling his promise... right?

Cristiano recalled Ferguson's attitude towards Victoria.

Damn it.

Why do I suddenly feel that his situation is worse than that of Beckham! QQ

Thinking of this, Cristiano couldn't help feeling guilty when he looked at the scene where Cyril and Ferguson seemed to be talking happily.

Ferguson only chatted with them in the player tunnel, and then waved his hand: "Okay, go to the locker room to change clothes, don't be late for the awards ceremony."

The two bid farewell to Ferguson, and as soon as they stood in front of the locker room, they were patted on the shoulder from behind.

"Hey!"

Cristiano turned his head, and then his eyes widened in surprise: "Louis? Why are you here?"

"Finally made it to the final again, of course I want to see how you bastards are doing." Figo said, putting one hand on Cyril's shoulder and the other hooking Christia Nuo's neck: "Now it seems..."

Cristiano, who won the European Cup, was very proud. He stared at Figo expectantly and urged, "What do you think?"

Figo ignored him at the moment, the former Portuguese captain turned his head, let go of the hand on Cyril's shoulder, and patted Cyril's shoulder with gentle eyes: "Cyril, you have worked hard this year. "

Not getting the praise he wanted, Cristiano - three years old - Ronaldo hung his head in frustration, a little aggrieved.

Of course, Cyril did not ignore Cristiano's depressed expression. He suppressed a smile and said calmly: "It's nothing, this is all my job."

Figo showed satisfaction.

When he left the national team, he was still worried about the future of Portuguese football, but after this European Cup, he was completely relieved about it.

"As for Cristiano..." His eyes shifted to a certain three-year-old captain who said "I have a temper, but I won't say it." Figo elongated his tone with a smile.

Cristiano secretly pricked up his ears.

Cyril saw that Figo was completely teasing Cristiano, so he didn't point it out at the moment, and watched the two of them calmly.

"Cristiano, you need to reflect on yourself."

I?Reflect?

Cristiano glared at the former captain angrily, with an expression of disbelief.

"Are you still not convinced?" Figo said with a serious face on purpose, "When playing against Germany, who ignored his teammates and rushed forward alone?"

A little pissed.

But there is no way to refute it.

"When the outside media questioned that you were not qualified to be the captain of Portugal, I did not speak for you - because what they said was the truth."

Cyril glanced at Cristiano secretly, and the corners of the latter's mouth were already pouted at the moment.

"However. After this game, I changed my mind again."

Cristiano raised his head in surprise.

Figo watched him, but his expression softened unconsciously.

"Tough, persistent, persistent." He clenched his fist into a fist and slammed it on Cristiano's shoulder, his tone unavoidably carrying a hint of exclamation: "Good job! Look like a captain!"

Back then, the boy who followed behind him to call captain and cried like a tabby cat at Euro 04 has now become the captain himself.

……

Inside the stadium tens of meters away, the excited Portuguese fans still lingered in the stands and did not leave for a long time.Excitedly celebrating the hard-won championship.

In the stands of cheering fans, Mourinho lowered his hat and covered half of his face: "Let's go." He said to Faria beside him.

"Now?" Faria was a little surprised at how quickly he left: "I thought you would make a special trip to congratulate him—"

Mourinho didn't speak, his eyes shifted to the young man surrounded by his teammates on the court at this time, just when Faria thought Mourinho would change his mind, he heard the other party shake his head and said softly : "No."

"It's...too early."

too early?

The author has something to say: Is it too early or late to congratulate my disciple on winning the European Cup?Faria was very confused, but he looked at Mourinho thinking silently, and finally didn't ask anything.Instead, he said in a relaxed tone: "You really don't plan to go and see Cyril? By the way—" Having said that, Faria blinked with a smile, and added: "I just watched Mr. Ferguson went to the player tunnel..."

Mourinho's forward movement paused slightly before continuing to move forward.Just when the two were about to leave the stadium, Mourinho hesitated for a while, and said: "Wait."

Faria turned to look at him.

"I remembered that I dropped something on the field," Mourinho said nonchalantly: "You go first, I'll go back and look for it."

Faria: "..."

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Nearly 300 words in this chapter come from Chapter 17. In order to avoid suspicion of fraudulent money, part of the main text has been left out to have something to say.

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