[football] walk side by side

Cyril felt very helpless.

Because he found that no matter how much he tapped on the side and asked in every possible way, Cristiano refused to disclose anything about what happened when he went home alone, and even whenever Cyril mentioned this matter, he would abruptly change the subject , without any explanation.

And once Cristiano stubbornly decided to keep a certain secret, even Cyril would have a hard time prying out any information from him.

However, the secret that Cristiano was determined to keep hidden was finally revealed.

Just a few days later, when Cyril accompanied Cristiano back to Lisbon to meet Dolores, the latter was chatting at the dinner table, knocked by Cyril's calm side, and did not think that the day's Dolores sold her precious son without hesitation.

"Oh, you said that day. It's really nothing." Dolores said carelessly: "I was going to have a good talk with Chris, but he turned out to be fine. Before I said anything, his tears It fell, what else can I say?" She sighed, with a helpless expression on her face: "It can only be left to him..."

Cristiano: ...

Cyrillic:……

Cristiano silently avoided Cyril's sight and didn't want to speak.Cyril did not look at him tacitly, but anyone could tell from his slightly trembling shoulders that he was holding back his smile.

Cyril still has some scruples about Cristiano's face, but his sister Elma and brother Hugo are different. As family members who have been aware of Cristiano's crybaby problems all year round, Dolores just said After exiting, Elma and Hugo laughed unceremoniously!The two laughed like this, and Cyril couldn't hold it back for a moment, and lowered his head and let out a muffled laugh.

Cristiano threw down his fork angrily, said "I'm full" angrily, and went upstairs without looking back.

Damn!Couldn't find a crack in the ground to get in, so he went to the head office, right?

He walked towards the stairs angrily, and before he went upstairs, he heard a burst of unscrupulous laughter from the other side of the table because of his leaving.Cristiano was so angry that he wanted to smash the wall, but he held back after thinking about it, but he deliberately stomped on the floor when he went upstairs, and when he entered his room, he slammed the door with a loud slam.

He sat in the room angrily for a while, but no one came to knock on the door to coax him to go down. He touched his half-full belly, and he became even more angry immediately.He didn't want to go on like this, so he quietly opened the door a small crack and peeked out.

no one?

He opened the door suspiciously, stood upstairs and looked down, only to see that those people were still sitting at the dining table and eating, still looking like they were talking and laughing, and they didn't realize that he was leaving. something is wrong.

Cristiano: QAQ

I'm so angry, what should I do if I don't want to keep smiling.

Seeing that none of the people below wanted to coax him down, Cristiano had no choice but to sit back in the room aggrieved, sulking himself.He felt that Dolores must not love him anymore!Otherwise, why doesn't she care if her precious son is hungry?

When Cyril came up with Cristiano's lunch, he faced a closed door.

He didn't need to think about it, he knew what kind of mood Cristiano in the room would be at the moment. This kind of imagination made the corners of his mouth rise unstoppably. He knocked on the door, and his voice couldn't be restrained. With a smile: "Chris, open the door."

"I do not want."

"Aren't you hungry?" Cyril didn't seem to feel the resistance and sulking in his tone, he smiled kindly: "Let me tell you first, what I brought is your favorite cod salad? Really? Eat? Then I ate it alone?"

The door snapped open, and the next second, the owner of the room was standing at the door.Cristiano waited for Cyril to put the plate of cod salad on the desk in front of him, and directly expressed his refusal to forgive him in words: "You can go."

This act of crossing the river and demolishing the bridge made Cyril unable to stop laughing at this moment, but he managed to hold back and didn't really laugh - otherwise Cristiano might really turn his back on him and drive him out.He rubbed the tip of his nose against his, and finally pressed a kiss on the corner of his lips: "Still angry?"

In fact, Cristiano almost died when he brought lunch, but how can such a thing be said so bluntly?Manchester United No. [-] looked serious: "One more kiss."

Just one more kiss and I'll barely forgive you.

Cyril couldn't help laughing.

He kissed the corner of his mouth kindly, and asked again: "Are you not angry now?"

Cristiano did not answer the question.He turned his head and sat at the desk, concentrating on the delicious food, as if he didn't even want to give Cyril a corner of his eye.

One sat at the desk and focused on filling his stomach, and the other sat on the edge of the bed and quietly looked at the room that he had visited more than once. The two faced each other in silence for a long time.Cristiano thrust the last piece of fish into his mouth and let out a contented sigh.

Then he heard a voice behind him——

"Chris, thank you."

Cyril's words were a little thoughtless, he didn't say what he was thankful for, and Cristiano didn't ask, the eyes of the two didn't even meet for a moment, but at this moment, the corners of the lips of both sides raised slightly in unison. rise.

***

"So, next, shouldn't we go to Manchester?"

Not long after saying goodbye to Dolores, Cyril raised this question on their way back.

Both of them knew what this "go to Manchester" meant, but it was precisely because of this that whether it was Cyril who took the initiative to mention it, or Cristiano who was forced to start thinking about this issue, they couldn't help but reveal a smile at this time. A bitter face.

I don't know why, when thinking of this, the shadow of Mourinho suddenly appeared in Cristiano's mind.

Also as the head coach of Cyril, the relationship between Cyril and Mourinho is actually the same as his relationship with Boss.Just like Mourinho has not really accepted him so far, as the other half of his disciple, the possibility of convincing Ferguson in a short time is basically zero.

In this regard, what they can do, I am afraid, can only be gradual and gradually softened like they did with Mourinho.

And this process is bound to be much more difficult than when the two faced Shen Wei and Dolores——

Cristiano didn't answer this question. He rubbed his forehead and jokingly said, "Otherwise, we'll go again at this time next year. What if the Boss gets angry and asks me to sit on the bench for a year?"

"Then coming out before leaving next year, will Mr. Ferguson be pissed off?" Cyril replied angrily.

"I'm not joking..." Cristiano sighed, feeling really overwhelmed.Of course he knows that this is the best time to come out to Sir Alex Ferguson. Mendes, Mourinho, Shen Wei and Dolores have all received news one after another. When Sir Alex found out, his reaction would have been more intense.

Now that Cristiano is still playing under Ferguson, it is more likely to soften his attitude.

Having figured this out, Cristiano took out his mobile phone from his pocket: "Then I called?"

Cyril nodded and watched Cristiano take out the phone, but didn't intend to walk away.

Cristiano thought about it, and there seemed to be nothing Cyril couldn't listen to in what he planned to say to the lord, so he didn't specifically drive them away.

The phone rang very quickly, Cristiano took a deep breath, and then said: "Boss..." He hesitated for a moment, but finally mustered up the courage to say the whole thing: "You still remember, we Is it the previous agreement?"

The person on the other side of the phone was obviously taken aback.

contract?

Cyril looked at Cristiano curiously, but the latter ignored him at this time, nervously waiting for the answer there.

Ferguson was only silent for a moment, and then quickly recalled this so-called "agreement".Thinking of the content of this agreement, the Manchester United coach couldn't help but let out a "huh" in surprise. He remembered that during this summer vacation, no newspapers reported that Cristiano had been close to any girl?

Or are they hiding it too well?

This question only lingered in his mind for a moment, before it was ignored indifferently.In any case, Cristiano was able to settle down, which is also a happy thing for him.

"Decided?"

"Hmm." Cristiano hummed vaguely, and said, "So I want to ask, Boss, are you free recently..."

Ferguson didn't realize what was wrong with Cristiano. He only thought that the other party was shy and didn't think much about it. He said with a smile: "Since this is the case, it happens that I am free this week. Find some time these few days and take someone with you." Come and let me see."

"So... this Sunday?" Sunday was three days away.

Ferguson had no objection to this, and agreed immediately: "No problem."

After discussing the time for the meeting, Ferguson told Cristiano a few more words, such as paying attention to safety during the holidays. Cristiano obediently agreed to each of them, and then hung up the phone.

"Do you mind if I know what the agreement is?" Seeing that Cristiano hung up the phone, Cyril couldn't help asking curiously.

Of course, there was nothing unspeakable about this agreement—it wasn't him who was embarrassed anyway.Thinking of this, Cristiano answered Cyril's question very readily: "That is, we agreed that if one day I plan to settle down, remember to bring that girl to him."

"Girl" Cyril: ...

Cristiano coughed lightly, pretending not to see Cyril staring at him, "In short, since we have already agreed on a time, shouldn't we also consider how to confess to the boss? Or, When the time comes, the two of us can come directly to the door?"

three days later.

When he came out of Manchester Airport, Cristiano was still thinking about what was going to happen for a while.After experiencing Shen Wei and Dolores, he was no longer as flustered as he was at the beginning, and was thinking more rationally.But it is also this kind of rationality that makes it difficult for him to face the next thing with a relaxed mind.

"Cyril, we..."

"Ok?"

Hearing Cristiano's hesitant voice, Cyril turned his head to look at him, and the eyes of the two met in the air, one hesitating and the other calm.Infected by Cyril's restrained emotions, Cristiano felt as if he had calmed down. He pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "Cyril, what do you think... Boss will react when he finds out about us?"

At this time, they had already left the airport, called a taxi, and drove to the area where the Manchester United coach was located.Cyril tilted his head, his eyes shifted to the endless and vast road ahead, he didn't think about Cristiano's question even for a minute - because even if he didn't think about it, he knew that they were about to face Yes, what kind of situation will it be.

In dealing with emotional matters, men are mostly more rational and restrained than women.Cyril himself judges others by himself. Based on Mourinho's character at the time, if he hadn't just escaped from the death crisis at that time, Mourinho would never have let him go so easily.

Although most of the time, what Mourinho showed in front of Cyril was more of an image of a strict father, but it is undeniable that, in essence, Mourinho is still the cold Mourinho Neo, his desire to control many things, and the kind of stubbornness that seems to be born with him, have actually never disappeared.

In fact, even under the background at the time, Mourinho did not fully accept what Cristiano meant.

What I really want to say is that after the European Cup, he said to Cristiano in the player tunnel, "Your performance is wonderful", Mourinho's attitude towards Cristiano more or less appeared A little real change of consciousness.

So, what happens when the same thing happens to Ferguson, who has a similar relationship?

Cyril didn't know Ferguson well, but he could vaguely get a glimpse of the old Scot's attitude towards this matter from the consistent attitude of Lord Ferguson towards his disciples, and their current line of work—

"We will probably be kicked out halfway," Cyril said.

Cristiano was not surprised by Cyril's answer, because he himself thinks so now. He even thinks that being kicked out can be regarded as the best scenario he can think of. The character of his own coach, Cristiano I really couldn't be more clear.

"Do you think so too?"

Cyril didn't speak. At this moment, he was no less worried than Cristiano. He was more worried that Cristiano would suffer from Ferguson's wrath than the very possibility of being driven out by the furious Sir Ferguson-although this The chances of this happening are not too high, and the famous Manchester United coach will never be the kind of coach who affects his work because of personal affairs, but when he thinks about what happened to Beckham back then, it is hard for Cyril not to worry, If they were going together, would Ferguson throw something over in anger?

Ferguson might be even more angry with his own existence, but the familiarity of the two of them meant that even if he was furious, he would not be able to attack Cyril, because at this time, the more unfamiliar he was, the more it meant safety, but for him to bring such a After many years of Cristiano, Ferguson's attitude may not be the same.

Among other things, how many of the players trained by Ferguson and loved by him didn't train every day and play every week?

As the destination of this trip appeared in front of their eyes, the two of them got out of the taxi one after another after paying the money. Perhaps it was because they were dressed more discreetly this time than before. The taxi driver did not Without recognizing the real identities of the two people in front of him, the driver who collected the money left the area without looking back.

When they arrived at this place, there was no need to make a concealed dress. The two of them removed the hats and other small items used to hide their faces. Cyril suddenly said, "Chris."

"No matter what happens in a while," Xiril paused, as if he was considering his words: "I hope you can deal with it calmly, don't be impulsive, and don't act righteously. Okay?"

Cristiano nodded silently, "I know."

They are here to solve problems, not create conflicts—even if any conflicts do happen for a while, they must face them.

"Boss's house is just ahead, let's go." Cristiano whispered, leading the way to the familiar direction.

The number of times he came to Ferguson's house was not many, but it was not too rare. When he first came to Manchester in those years, he sometimes encountered some important holidays and could not meet with his family, so he had to stay in Manchester alone. , Ferguson will invite him to spend time at home, so he has not lost contact with Ferguson outside of football.

According to the past practice, he only had one wish in his heart at the moment——if only Mrs. Ferguson was present.

Less than a minute away, the two stood in front of Ferguson's house and rang the doorbell.To Cristiano's great relief, it was Ferguson's wife, Casey, who opened the door in front of him.

As soon as the door opened, Casey couldn't help being slightly taken aback when his eyes fell on the two people opposite.

Of course she knew why Cristiano suddenly came to visit at this time, the reason Ferguson had already told me countless times with joy, but she never expected that there would be such two people in front of her .

Although the scene in front of me can also be understood as "Chris's girlfriend has something to do, so I changed it to have afternoon tea with my friends temporarily", but the woman's intuition told Casey that the answer in this is the worst of all scenarios. of that kind.

She looked at Cristiano, who was depressed but determined, and sighed softly.

"Mrs. Ferguson..." Cristiano hesitated to speak, but saw the other party hand him a helpless smile, and then sighed: "You all come in."

Cristiano immediately understood the meaning of the other party's unspoken words. He bit the corner of his lips, not knowing what to say, and finally had to say in a low voice: "Thank you..."

Casey shook her head and said nothing.

Over the years, there are many Manchester United players who have to spend Christmas alone every day because they are in a foreign country, but Casey, who has been with Ferguson for decades, clearly knows the meaning of Cristiano Ronaldo to Ferguson are different.

Many people say that Cristiano, like Beckham and Giggs, are Ferguson's "sons", but in Casey's view, for Ferguson, Cristiano is not so much a "son", but rather a son. It would be more appropriate to say "grandson".

What is a son?Like Beckham and Giggs, he is always taught and beaten, that is the real son, but when dealing with Cristiano, Ferguson is obviously favoring, this kind of eccentricity and almost no bottom line Doting is more like treating a grandson in your hands.

It is precisely for this reason that Casey treats Cristiano differently from other players-because she clearly understands that in Ferguson's mind, this is how it is divided.

but……

She looked at the silent Cristiano, but there was only a helpless sigh in her heart, and she could only secretly pray in her heart that Ferguson would not get too angry for a while, let alone talk about his own health, maybe it would be like before Similarly, he drove away the people with his own hands, and secretly regretted that he had done too much.

Anyway, if Alex is really too emotional for a while, if she can help, she should help the two of them as much as possible.

Casey thought about it and made a decision in his heart, so he stopped walking immediately, turned to the two of them and said, "Alex is waiting for you in the front garden, I'm going to prepare some snacks and tea now, you follow this The road just keeps going.”

The distance from the gate of the yard to the garden is not long. Cristiano and Cyril didn't take a few steps before they saw the Manchester United coach sitting on a table and chair in front of a cluster of flowers, sleeping leisurely.

When the two approached Ferguson, as if he knew they were coming, Ferguson opened his eyes at the same time.

When his eyes fell on Cristiano and Cyril, Ferguson was also obviously stunned for a moment. His eyes obviously sank, but he still asked, "Why are you the only two here?"

Cristiano had imagined for a long time what kind of mood he would feel when faced with Ferguson's questioning, but when all this happened in front of him, he suddenly found that not only did he not panic, but he could Face the question from the old man in front of him with a calmness and courage that he didn't even think of.

He knew that Ferguson would definitely be annoyed by his choices and decisions, would be furious, and might even act on impulse, as much as Beckham did back then. In front of the old man who had a lot of impact on his life, he simply wanted to tell his father about this decision that was likely to affect the rest of his life, seriously and solemnly, and told him that this was almost the same thing as his father. An old man like a father.

Maybe it will be extremely difficult to get the consent of the other party, maybe he will be kicked out of the house by the furious Ferguson.But he still wants to work hard to win the approval of the person in front of him step by step, and before that, putting the truth of all this in front of the other party has become the beginning of everything, the necessity that must be there.

He wanted to tell him, just like they agreed that day—

I bring the person I believe, who will be with me for the rest of my life, to you.