[football] walk side by side

At the end of the team match that day, Cyril and Cristiano stayed in training together.

Although Mourinho put forward two diametrically opposed demands on the two, but for Cyril and Cristiano, at least at this stage, it is impossible for Cyril to guarantee that every one-on-one Let Cristiano pass, and it is impossible for Cristiano to drive the ball past Cyril every time.

And Ramos—although he failed to fulfill his promise to blow up Cristiano, at least he was able to completely keep Cristiano out of the danger zone when defending one-on-two with Cyril.

By the time the two finished their "punishment training" for the day, it was already dusk in the afternoon.

The staff on the training ground have either left work or are about to leave work.When the two finished training, there were not many people on the training field, only the afterglow of the setting sun carelessly falling down, dyeing the bright green grass with a thin layer of thin gold.

Just when the two were about to leave Real Madrid Sports City, Cyril suddenly stopped, and Cristiano turned his head to look at him: "What's wrong?"

Cyril raised his head and looked at the tall office building in the twilight. According to the work and rest habits of the Spaniards, the office building should have been empty at this time, but at this moment when he looked up at one of the offices, , but he was extremely certain in his heart that the other party was still in that office at the moment.

"I have something, I want to talk to my husband." Cyril said softly, turned his head and looked at Cristiano, who was slightly stunned, before Cyril continued to say something, Cristiano said straightforwardly: "Okay, I'll go and drive the car over first, and I'll see you at the door later." There was no chance for Cyril to refuse.

It didn't take long for Cyril to leave - Cristiano glanced at his watch later and found that it was only about 10 minutes in total.However, when he stood alone at the exit of the sports city, looking at the golden green field in the twilight casually, he felt that every minute and every second was being stretched extremely long.

When a few late returning staff left, they greeted Cristiano by the way, and Cristiano responded to them with a smile.The figures on the field were decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. He withdrew his gaze, leaned against the wall behind him, and quietly stared at the empty road outside the Sports City.

He has never cared about things other than football, but it doesn't mean he doesn't know anything.

For example, in the sky-high contract that Mourinho signed with Real Madrid, there is a special additional clause: Once Mourinho wants to leave Real Madrid, even if the contract time is far from over, he can withdraw at any time Leave, and don't need to pay even a euro for liquidated damages.

For example, Mourinho invited Zidane not for the so-called "adjustment of the contradiction between the players and the top management", or, even if there is such a factor, it will not be the main factor-a more direct purpose , in order to achieve the purpose of using Zidane to crowd out Valdano, because Zidane's daily work just narrowed the scope of the Real Madrid club manager's rights.

Cristiano doesn't want to care about these things. For him, football only means goals, victories and championships. As for other internal disputes, high-level power struggles, as long as they don't affect the team's competitive state, he doesn't care and doesn't want to. Participate in it.

but……

"Chris." He heard the sound and raised his head. Cyril, who didn't know when he came back, was already standing in front of him. Against the bright yellow light behind him, it was difficult for Cristiano to distinguish the expression of the other party at the moment. Hearing Cyril's understatement: "Let's go home."

what did you say to mr.

Cristiano hesitated for a moment, but finally swallowed the question without asking.

The atmosphere in the car was very quiet along the way, and Cristiano guessed that Mourinho might have said something to him... In short, Cyril was silent during the entire return journey, and he looked sideways at the constantly receding scenery outside the window , as if thinking about something, or just in a daze.

"Cyrillic?"

When Cristiano called out the other party's name for the third time, the person who was called came back to his senses in a trance, "Huh?"

Familiar buildings appeared in front of him one by one. Cristiano slowed down the speed of the car. He stared straight ahead, as if comforting Cyril, or as if telling himself:

"It'll be all right."

Cyril was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously turned his head to look at him. What came to mind was the scene of him going to Mourinho's office before he left.

It's hard to say why he chose to find Mourinho alone at this time-until they came to Real Madrid, they were close mentors like father and son, even though one of them was in Italy and the other was in England. Rinho will often watch his games, and Cyril can often get comments and suggestions from teachers through text messages.

However, when Cyril moved to Real Madrid, the frequency of private communication between the two began to decrease significantly.

Cyril could vaguely understand why Mourinho avoided suspicion so much.

In addition to the titles of "World's No. 2011 Midfielder", "[-] Summer Standard King", "Assist King" and so on, Cyril also came to Madrid under the name of "Mourinho's direct line". In people's hearts, Cyril Slade is the undoubted direct disciple of Mourinho.

It is true that many newspapers said that "the relationship between Mourinho and the local Spanish gang has fallen into a freezing point" is purely fabricated, and it is more of a psychological warfare deliberately played by the media, but the fact is-in the past not short period of time, The relationship between Mourinho and Casillas, Ramos and others is indeed not much better.In Real Madrid, Mourinho gave people more of an impression of being cruel and unreasonable.

For other coaches, kicking out the starters, substitutes, and the reserve team below may be just a means of threat.But for Mourinho, if he is dissatisfied with a player, then this is not just a threat, but a real possibility.

In the last season, Ramos played a series of abnormal games after the National Derby. If Ramos hadn't been truce due to injury, no one can guarantee that the madman would directly send the opponent because of the opponent's "disobedience". Ramos pressed on the bench.

For Mourinho, Real Madrid players actually love and fear him.

But it is precisely for this reason that, in the current situation, when facing Cyril, Mourinho should show a more equal attitude-otherwise, Cyril will never be able to truly Integrate into the Real Madrid dressing room.

Thinking of this, Cyril laughed at himself.

Since childhood, the education he has received has always been "solve the things you can solve by yourself as much as possible, and don't cause trouble for others, because no one is obliged to solve your own troubles for you." However, at the beginning of Porto In the year when he was promoted to the first team, the man who reached out to him took the initiative to take on his own troubles.

At that time, Cyril had only one thought in his mind.To use a Chinese saying to describe it is "a scholar dies for his confidant", and to use a more popular saying, it probably means... wanting to be the pride of his father.

But what even Cyril himself didn't think of was that the person he least wanted to cause trouble to the other party had been paying for all his troubles.

Cyril didn't know what kind of mood he was in, and walked into the office that belonged to Mourinho.

Before knocking on the door, he secretly thought and prepared a lot, about the team, about Mourinho, but when he opened the thin door, when his eyes fell on the familiar figure, He suddenly...couldn't say anything.

It was dusk at that time, and the light refracted through the glass windows was neither bright nor dark. A bright lamp was lit in the office, and the densely packed and endless materials on the table were printed brightly. The owner of the room was sitting at the desk. Behind the desk with the stack of documents, with the sound of the door being pushed open, the man raised his head and met Cyril's eyes in the air.

It was at this time that Cyril suddenly discovered that something seemed to be a little different.

How is it different?

His eyes scanned the entire office meaninglessly. The same team information, the same order, the same desk work, and even the distribution of different documents and the posture of placing them were all similar to the Porto and Chelsea in his memory. Periods don't make much difference.

Then, his gaze returned to the person opposite.

Perhaps some difficulties were encountered in the process of deploying tactics, the Real Madrid coach frowned slightly at this moment, his face still had a bit of coldness that did not fade away.It was only after Cyril opened the door and came in that there was a hint of surprise and "impatient" on that expressionless face.Just like in Porto a long time ago, no matter how much you emphasize "you don't want to ask me this stupid question next time", but when Cyril hesitates to appear in front of him, the other party will still be impatient to solve his doubts.

"Why are you here at this time? Your extra training is over?"

Cyril didn't speak.

He raised his head and stared blankly at the man in front of him who could almost be called "father" in his life.

Over the years, he has watched him, from the unknown young marshal of the Portuguese Super League to the Portuguese madman who is famous in Europe.Seeing him defeat countless enemies, watching him take off countless honors, everyone said that Mourinho is a miracle in the history of coaching. Those who love him flock to him, and those who hate him hope that he will die immediately.However, at this moment, when he pushed open the door of this small office, he suddenly discovered that in his memory, the omnipotent father was already somewhere he could not see...with gray hair .

Modern medicine believes that people will experience a lot of gray hair in a short period of time when they experience unsatisfactory career, family death and other extremely emotional events.

Former Real Madrid coach Luxenberg said that coaching Real Madrid is a more difficult job than coaching the Selecao.

Here are the most demanding fans in the world, as well as the most intricate club executives.One minute they're singing the praises of a good game, the next they're yelling "Go to hell" over a bad game.They can be full of praise for you at a certain time, and they can also impose the most vicious language in the world on you at a certain time.

Cyril pursed his lips and leaned back on the back of the co-pilot's seat. Before he knew it, night had fallen outside the window, and even the last ray of sunset in the sky had disappeared without a trace.

"you're right."

Cyril took a deep breath, and the car stopped in front of Cristiano's mansion. Cyril pushed open the door close to the passenger's seat, and stood up straight under the streetlight. He looked at Cristiano, as if He was staring at him, and it seemed to be looking through him, looking at other things that were inexplicable.

"It'll be fine." He said softly.

If there is only victory, it can satisfy the most picky and the most face-changing fans.Let all the doubts from the outside world, and the ironic voice disappear.If only the championship can satisfy the club and reunite this team that is on the verge of collapse, then...

Mourinho closed the door of his office, turned and walked towards the car park.

There was a vast expanse of darkness in front of him. He searched for his own car in the dim light, sat in the driver's seat, and the moment he turned on the headlights, Mourinho couldn't help but think of the young man leaving the car. At the time, the sentence seemed to be inconsistent with the preface.

"Sir." The young man's voice was very soft, but it carried a certain sense of determination.He just stood there quietly, his blue eyes full of stubbornness——

"I've... won't lose again."