[football] walk side by side

Interestingly, the camera at the Alvalade Stadium also happened to land on Cyril, and the big screen in the stadium simultaneously reflected the delicate and handsome face of the young man, and Cristiano's slightly bewildered expression.

This tidbit that happened after the game quickly attracted the attention of some reporters, and the commentator also joked in surprise: "It seems that Slade still has not given up his determination to find Ronaldo to change his jersey-but as far as I know, just two In the Portuguese League last time, Ronaldo had already rejected him once. This time, will Ronaldo accept the proposal of changing jerseys? Let us wait and see."

Cyril looked at Cristiano, who was still in a daze, and laughed dumbfoundedly: "I said, you won't reject me again, will you?"

Cristiano snorted: "If I remember correctly, just three hours ago, some gentlemen threatened to replace him this time before the game?"

"I'm just joking—you see, everyone is watching!" Cyril raised his chin, and pointed at the Sporting Lisbon crowd who pretended to be doing their own thing, but actually secretly focused on the two of them. And the reporters who were attracted by the tidbits here urged: "So are you going to change or not?"

Although Cristiano was interested in embarrassing his friend again in public, he looked at Cyril's deliberately pitiful expression, curled his lips, and decided to let him go for the time being this time.

"Since you have begged me so sincerely..." He had just finished speaking, when Cyril took off the blue and white jersey with "No. 26 Slade" printed on it very simply, and the boy's fair and thin upper body immediately Exposure to the bright sun, the cameras on the sidelines kept flashing, and for a while, the screams and booing from the fans could be faintly heard.

"Whoa! I once saw on a forum that many girls fans were worried about the body of this new Porto star. Now it seems that this kind of worry is actually unnecessary." The commentator also joined the joke with a smile. Among the ranks, but he only clicked a sentence, and quickly ended his commentary: "Okay, the No.15 round of the Portuguese Super League is over, let's see you next time."

Having said that, there are still some fans and reporters who stayed behind, looking curiously at the interaction between the two rising stars.

From the appearance point of view, Cyril is the kind of boy who is easy to cause female motherhood: Compared with European boys of the same age, he looks much thinner, but Cristiano, who has had fighting experience with Cyril, knows that, That is only on the surface.

In fact, after taking off the jersey, the smooth and delicate muscle lines on his body are not much less than that of any adult player, and the years of strict self-discipline in exercise and living habits have made his body muscles even stronger. Lean, often able to erupt with terrifying power when necessary.

"Chris..." Cyril poked his friend helplessly: "If you don't change my jersey quickly, I will freeze to death."

It was the end of autumn at this moment, and the more than an hour of running allowed Cyril to maintain enough heat, but at this time he stopped running and took off his jersey, and the pervasive cold air became unbearable.

Cristiano came back to his senses suddenly, as if to cover up his lack of focus just now, he took off his jersey very quickly, then grabbed the jersey in Cyril's hand, and put it on himself.

Cyrillic:"??"

Although he didn't understand why Cristiano was acting awkward again, Cyril put on the clothes that didn't belong to him a few minutes ago.

The height and shape of the two are almost the same, so after exchanging jerseys, it will not look strange to wear-if you ignore that the club to which the two jerseys belong is Portugal's national derby opponent.

When the fans who had seen enough left the stadium one after another, and the reporters were still regretting that the two did not make any big news, Cyril said: "The press conference will end in a while, do you want to go out together?" He said with great interest. : "Speaking of which, I haven't really stayed in Lisbon."

"Okay." There is usually a half-day holiday after the game, and it's good to take a break occasionally: "But, won't your team rush back to Porto?"

"There are still two days until the final of the European Youth Championship. It happens that there is no game in Porto. I want to stay until the national team training starts. I have discussed it with my husband before coming." Cyril simply explained, he Smiling and winking at his friend: "So, see you outside the stadium later?"

Cristiano nodded: "See you later."

When Cyril finished the press conference and sneaked out from the inner passage of the Alvalade Stadium, he saw the strangely dressed figure standing at the door at a glance.

Huge sunglasses, a hat that was pressed too low, an oversized dark brown coat that was dragged to the knees, and the owner's behavior of looking around from time to time, made Cyril a little speechless for a while.

Cyril patted each other's shoulder from behind: "Why are you dressed like this?"

Cristiano was taken aback by Cyril's sudden move—he thought his outfit had leaked out and was recognized by players or reporters. He was relieved when he saw that it was Cyril. After seeing Cyril's luggage clearly, he couldn't help frowning: "Are you planning to go out like this?"

Cyril looked at his luggage, normal white sportswear and sneakers, no different from his previous outfits when he went out: "What's wrong with my clothes?"

Cristiano said unhappily: "This is Lisbon—not long ago, your team insulted Benfica at home and offended half of the city's fans, and then an hour ago, your team ruined Sporting Lisbon. The hope of winning the championship has offended the other half of the fans, so you go out like this, do you want to be beaten?"

"What should I do?"

Cristiano thought for a while, took off his hat, and put it on Cyril's head. He adjusted the angle, looked left and right, and nodded reluctantly: "For the time being, it should be like this. No one will see it."

Cyril touched the hat that was big enough to cover his sight: "That's all right?"

"Just cover your face," Cristiano said, a little disgusted: "You look as annoying as the top students in school, and no one will recognize you." He made a simple and crude metaphor.

Cyril did not immediately respond to Cristiano's metaphor.

His attention drifted to the other party's hair involuntarily. When he just took off the hat, Cristiano's action was a little rough, which made his already messy black hair crooked and mixed into a ball. It was fluffy. In Cyril's eyes, there is an urge to touch it, and it must feel good.

Cristiano quickly noticed his friend's absence, and also judged the direction of the other's attention. He scratched his hair in distress: "Is it a mess again? I'm thinking about whether to put hairspray on it What, you know, it doesn't look good when it's so frizzy."

Cyril imagined that scene, and finally he decided to change the subject: "Didn't you say go out to play? Let's go!"

After wandering around for about half an hour, the two silently stood on the street again.

Although it is said that it is to play around, it is actually quite difficult to let two people who are not only football or football in their daily lives suddenly go for a stroll or something, food?Cyril belongs to the kind that is not easy to accept outside food, and when it comes to the adjustment methods used by the players... Cyril is not interested in those places, and Cristiano is not as good as Quaresma In a sense of crisis, I am naturally not in the mood to do that kind of pleasure.

The two were silent for a moment, and finally Cyril suggested: "Why don't you come and play street football?"

When you first hear the word "street football", perhaps many people will understand it as "a football game played on the streets of the city", but this is not the case. Street football is also called freestyle football and extreme football. There are many ways to play it, but In general, it is a football style that fully demonstrates individual skills.

Street football was first born in South America as a game played by poor children in slums.

Different from serious football games, street football exists more to enjoy the fun brought by football itself. Compared with blindly pursuing victory, street football pays attention to style, which can better reflect the freedom and creativity of football itself , For street football, goals are not the focus, but beautiful passing and exquisite shots are.

By the way, Robinho, Ronaldinho, Ronaldo, (Cristiano Ronaldo, Ibrahimovic), are all well-known street football masters.

In Europe, where almost all the people are crazy about football, street football is an integral part of the daily entertainment of many European teenagers.

Those who participate in football games are called players, and those who participate in street football are called street football players.

Because of this, as soon as Cyril finished speaking, Cristiano's eyes lit up immediately, and it was obvious that he was very tempted by this proposal: "Are you sure it's with me?" The Lisbon boy raised his chin proudly: "A little while Don't cry when you lose badly!"

Cyril didn't think so, he shrugged his shoulders: "Don't get too complacent - it doesn't matter who loses and who wins! One-on-one pannako?"

"No problem!" Cristiano agreed excitedly, and as soon as he pulled Cyril past him, he ran in a certain direction: "I know there is a small stadium suitable for street football nearby, let's go! "

The two ran along the street for about 10 minutes, and soon arrived at a relatively remote city corner. Due to the geographical location, there were few people coming and going. The small stadium that Cristiano pointed to was also empty. no one.

"Look! Is this place very suitable?" Cristiano showed off in a good mood, and all the previous depressed mood was swept away: "There are not many people watching, so that people will not be found out." He took He took off his sunglasses and took off the large coat, revealing the No. 26 blue and white jersey inside—it was the one he exchanged with Cyril not long ago.

Glancing at Cyril's strange expression, Cristiano realized it. His face was slightly flushed, and he said with a bit of concealed irritability: "It's not that you changed my jersey away before, I originally planned to I will practice for a while after the game! It's just that I only brought one jersey, so I barely use yours!"

"Yes, yes, my fault." Cyril apologized without sincerity, and he looked at the whole small stadium for a while: "But Chris, have you considered a very serious issue?"

Cristiano: "... what?"

Cyril spread his hands: "We don't seem to have football?" He turned around and looked around: "Do you know where there is a sports store near here?"

Fortunately, it was probably because the belief in football was carried out too deeply in the city of Lisbon. The two found a sports shop on the street without walking a little. Bought the football in the form of a football and returned to the field.

The small black and white ball stopped between the two of them, and Cristiano challenged enthusiastically, "Are you sure you want to come? Don't blame me for breaking your confidence after the kick is over in a while!"

"You should wait until the end of the game to talk about this kind of thing," Cyril couldn't deny it: "3 minutes, let's start."

a is a street football game that originated in the Netherlands a is a slang term in Suriname, the Netherlands, which means to let the ball pass between your opponent's legs, that is, through the crotch.

One-to-one pannako is a game rule, and the two sides compete one-on-one in a limited field.A goal is worth one point. Within 3 minutes, once one of the two sides uses the ball to penetrate the other side, regardless of the score, the side that has been pierced will immediately be judged as a loser.

Out of the pride of a high street player (...), Cristiano generously gave up the kick-off, and Cyril did not refuse. He raised his toes, and the football jumped slightly, and he turned his body to the left Swaying slightly, the right calf quickly drove the football to the left foot, and when Cristiano made a tackle, he knocked outward with the heel of his left foot, half turned his body, pulled the toe, and the football returned to the right foot.

……

Holding his beloved football, Vasco happily ran to the stadium where he always played.

Of course he had reasons to be happy.

Just a week ago, in the Panna multiplayer melee match in Lisbon East, with his outstanding dribbling skills, he eliminated many opponents from other streets and became the hero of Tarek Street!

a has always been a very popular form of competition among European teenagers. They often compete regularly in schools or streets. Whether it is the participating teenagers themselves or the local residents of Lisbon, they are very enthusiastic about it and finally win Teenagers who are young will be considered heroes of the school or the street, and will be admired by countless peers, admired by girls, and boasted and appreciated by the elders.

Vasco thought of the confession from the girl he liked that he received at noon yesterday, and he was so excited that it was hard to describe. Only football can express this kind of enthusiasm to the extreme.

Therefore, he made an appointment with two friends early on, and was going to play a game at the familiar stadium here.

However, when he arrived at the Tariq Street Stadium as usual, he was surprised to find that there were already two people engaged in a one-on-one pannako duel.

Holding a picky attitude (you must know that he is the king of panna in this street), Vasco watched the duel between the two people, while secretly thinking about how to persuade them to leave.

Originally, he just looked at it casually, but the more he looked, the more Vasco felt like he was breaking out in cold sweat.

Fuck!When did a powerful master appear on Tariq Street? !Why doesn't he know?

Especially when a boy in a blue and white jersey tried to knock the ball between the legs of another boy in sportswear, Vasco was still shocked by the dazzling dribbling and unexpected shot of the boy in the jersey, and then he watched the other boy The boy in sportswear turned sharply as if he had expected it, and jumped up with his legs slightly bent. While returning the football, he picked it up with the side of his foot, and the ball fell along his calf to the tip of his toe, and then stabbed obliquely downward!

In the blink of an eye, the ball passed through the legs of the boy in the jersey smoothly.

Vasco stood there in a daze. He didn't react for a moment. He stood there for a while, and then he shouted loudly as if he woke up: "That is... the tail of the bull in the air!! Isn't this the skill of juggling the ball? ...panna can still be used like this?!"

"Someone is coming." Cyril whispered, and the movement of his feet did not slow down for a moment because of his speech: "If we are fans of Benfica, will we be beaten up together?"

Cristiano focused on the football under Cyril's feet, without changing his face: "Don't pay attention to him, this kind of street football is usually busy watching the football, and people don't pay much attention to their faces. Be natural, maybe no one will recognize it. come out."

But Vasco obviously wanted to know who these two guys with amazing street skills were from Tariq Street. While staring intently at the duel between the two, he consciously leaned forward.

"Wait! I know you! You are Cristiano Ronaldo!" As a die-hard Sporting Lisbon fan, Vasco is certainly no stranger to the new star of the first team. Now he took a closer look and recognized him almost immediately. With the identity of the boy in the blue and white jersey, Vasco was surprised and subconsciously took out a pen and paper to sign, but soon he remembered that he only brought a football with him when he went out, and he didn't bring any troublesome things like paper and pen.

"Ahhh!! It's really you!! I actually met the real Cristiano!" Vasco looked very excited, his emerald green eyes lit up with stars: "Oh my God, if Dahl knew that I met you I'm sure he'll be jealous of me, he's a big fan of yours, and of course I am too! Too bad I didn't bring a pen and paper... Sorry, but you can give me a hug if you don't mind..."

Before the word "what" fell, Cyril had already poked the excited fan boy, and calmly took out a small notebook and pen from his pocket, (Yes, good students carry paper and pen with them.) Handed over.

"Oh...thank you." Vasco, who failed to get the idol's hug, took the paper and pen with some regrets, but soon he cheered up again, and asked Cristiano to sign his name energetically. When Ke returned the pen to Cyril, he realized that the jersey on his idol seemed wrong?Isn't the male god's number 28?Moreover, shouldn't the blue and white jersey be Porto's style?

Then he also noticed that the guy who handed him the paper and pen seemed familiar too?

Porto... 26th...

Wait, isn't this the Porto player who bullied Sa Pinto in Lisbon in the morning game? !How could you be with the male god?Vasco immediately took a step to the side, accurately stuck between the two, and stared at Cyril warily.

Hmm... Looks like a Lisbon fan, or a Chris fan.Cyril thought casually, and said casually: "Oh, it's like this, Chris was very dissatisfied with losing to us in the game, so he asked me to play heads-up with football."

Cristiano: "..." Will anyone really believe such a stupid reason?

However, the facts proved that the power of brain-dead fans is infinite, and Vasco immediately dispelled the doubts in his heart.That's right, as expected of my male god, he is so unyielding and never admits defeat. If he loses, he must find it back!He asked curiously: "Then how is your battle going?"

Speaking of this, Cristiano became happy: "4 to 3, I am four, he is three."

"As expected of the king of panna in the Eastern District! It's great!" Vasco's eyes lit up: "I knew that Sporting Lisbon is the best!!"

"..." It looks silly, it should be a fool.Cyril thought calmly, but a certain sentence in Vasco's words aroused his interest: "The king of panna in the Eastern District?" He looked at Cristiano with a narrow smile on his face.

"I used to be tired from training, and sometimes I just come here to play street football." For some reason, Cristiano felt weirdly awkward as if someone had mentioned black history.

"No!" Vasco corrected with a serious face: "Cristiano's street football is amazing! At that time, we didn't even know that he was a player in the Akchit training camp, and we asked him to represent us in the finals. District finals, of course, those bastards in the West District are not his opponents at all." Speaking of this, the young man proudly puffed out his chest, as if proud of himself.