[football] walk side by side

Shen Wei stood aside from a distance, watching Cyril and other players playing around.

She has seen all kinds of smiles of Cyril, including polite and alienated smiles when facing outsiders, and calm adult smiles when he said "it's okay" to her, but she rarely saw him smile so frankly, So childish.

She felt that Shen Xianze probably made a mistake—that is, maybe he chose football out of helplessness at first, but Cyril, in the process, had really begun to enjoy this kind of sport.

Shen Wei actually didn't spend much time sitting on the stadium watching Cyril's game, but every time she went to the stadium, she felt incredible. Compared with China, which can be called a "football desert", European countries are Everywhere is full of the atmosphere of football. For these Europeans, the love for football seems to be integrated into their blood. When the game starts or ends, tens of thousands of people rush to the stadium with the same expectation. When the fans shout a certain name or a certain sentence in unison, even Shen Wei, who has no sense of football, will be confused and shocked by the charm of football.

This is the case at the Dragon Stadium at the moment.

The game is over, and the simple awards ceremony is over, but the excited Porto fans are still reluctant to leave the stadium. Most of them stood up from their positions, and swarmed around the bottom closest to the lawn, separated by a long distance. The fence is constantly beckoning, laughing, and if a player gets closer while celebrating, they will reach out and try to pick something off him-of course, most of the time, this "something" refers to Full body clothing.

Shen Wei stood by the side for a while, she was different from all kinds of people running wildly in the stadium now, her smile and self-restraint made her look a little out of place, but this situation didn't last long, because soon there was no difference. Acquainted Porto staff came up.

Judging from her attire, she is probably a lawn caretaker at the Porto Stadium. The staff member obviously didn't know who she was, and simply regarded her as a face-to-face staff member. She gave her a hug , and before Shen Wei could react, she shouted loudly: "Hey! My friend, now is not the time to stand still!"

After saying these words, she pulled Shen Wei and ran into the celebrating crowd.

At this time, Porto, whether it is the head coach, players or the chairman's staff, started a kind of crazy running celebration on the court. Everyone held hands and started running aimlessly around the periphery of the court. Every time you pass through a stand, there will be fans standing up and cheering.

This crazy atmosphere lasted for a whole hour, and Shen Wei also followed from the beginning ignorantly, and became a little happy in it. She could clearly hear the sound of the wind whistling past her ears, and she could also hear Seeing the waves of shouts from the stands, the heart in the chest that has always been calm like water seems to be beating extraordinarily violently at this time.

When Cyril came back to her again, Shen Wei shrugged her messy long hair in embarrassment, and asked while breathing steadily and somewhat messily, "Why are you back?"

"It's almost over." In Cyril's memory, his mother always took care of herself in an orderly manner, and she rarely appeared in such a mess. This surprised Cyril, but she didn't show it: "Mom, we Let's go back."

This time, Shen Wei hesitated a bit: "... I heard that after the team wins the championship, there are usually dinners or parties, don't you want to go?"

Cyril pursed his lips and shook his head: "Forget it, I haven't got any injuries yet, and I will have a chance in the future..."

"But you want to go, don't you?" Shen Wei interrupted him, watching him seriously.

Yes, judging from a rational point of view, what Cyril should do is to go home immediately and recuperate well, instead of going to a party or something, but at this moment, after passing through, or participating in this madness, Shen Wei suddenly felt that, There's nothing wrong with being sentimental in moderation.

"Go and celebrate with your friends." Shen Wei said with a smile, reaching out to smooth his hair that was messed up by the alcohol, "Your injury is not healed yet, don't touch the food you shouldn't eat, come back Be careful on the road, you know?"

As soon as the words came out, both of them lost their minds.

Because Cyril has always been strict with himself, many things don't need to be told by others, so Shen Wei seldom behaves like ordinary parents, dragging his son to talk trivial things.

But I am a little concerned, is it because the other party can take good care of himself, so I don't need to say it?

Cyril's mood became a little complicated for a while, and finally he nodded: "Okay."

Until Shen Wei's figure gradually disappeared from his field of vision, Cyril was in a daze, but soon Jorge Costa came over, Captain Porto took the junior's shoulders very nicely, and told him with great interest He, their dinner place is a restaurant near the Dragon Stadium.

As a responsible captain, Jorge Costa decided to be responsible for taking Cyril to the restaurant, but before he could help Cyril, another lively and brisk voice intervened——

"Brother Cyril~ let's go together!" Tita, who slipped over at some point, jumped at Cyril happily. The little girl was just half a head higher than Cyril's waist, and now she just wrapped around his waist. Let go, the girl said with a smile, while turning her head and waving at Mourinho behind her coquettishly: "Dad, do you think it's okay?"

Mourinho was a little hesitant for a moment whether he should stop his daughter who was messing around first, or let Cyril stay away from his daughter.

Tammy smiled and shook her index finger: "It's okay to take you brother Cyril, but Tita and Mario can't go, you two just stay at home and sleep well."

The two brothers and sisters suddenly wailed in frustration.

Mourinho nodded, and now he became a little serious again, but after the carnival just now, this seriousness is no longer as deterrent as usual: "There is nothing to talk about."

Then in the next half an hour, facing the two brothers and sisters' hard work, Mourinho once again showed his "unreasonable" side. He focused on driving the whole time, turning a blind eye to his children's coquettishness and cuteness.

They first drove to Mourinho's residence in Porto, put the two children to sleep, and then turned to the restaurant agreed by the players.

Porto along the way was very lively. The Portuguese Super League championship trophy made most people in the city fall into carnival. People wearing blue and white jerseys and blue and white scarves can be seen everywhere on the street celebrating with forgetfulness.Cyril watched all this quietly through the car window, as if he wanted to imprint all this in his heart.

A small black and white ball filled the whole city with joy.

It was bound to be a sleepless night for Porto folks of all people.

The celebration among the Porto players at the Porto restaurant also lasted a long time.In addition to Mourinho and Tammy, apart from the Porto players, there are also the "wives" of the players.Everyone sat together chatting, laughing, and drinking, and everyone's faces were filled with smiles that couldn't go away.

Until later, all the players of a team were drunk, and some were drinking non-stop. At this time, even Mourinho temporarily forgot about the upcoming game and concentrated on the joy of the moment.

By the time the teammates in twos and threes started to get drunk, it was already one in the morning.

Cyril didn't intend to continue, and if he continued, he would just take care of a few drunks, and as an injured patient, he could blatantly avoid taking care of drunks.So he only explained a few words to Mourinho, and walked out of the restaurant by himself, intending to take a walk.

As he pushed open the door of the restaurant, a gust of cold wind rushed towards him, directly waking up his brain, which was slightly intoxicated by the heating and the smell of alcohol, and then he remembered that he seemed to have left that wheelchair at the Dragon Stadium .

Forget it, just walking casually, if you don't run, you shouldn't hurt your muscles.

He walked slowly along the street for a while, and suddenly saw a familiar figure in front of him.

"Chris?" Cyril blinked, wondering if he had read it wrong, but the facts in front of him quickly told him whether it was true or false: "Why are you in Porto?"

"Obviously, a certain gentleman who was not selected for the Toulon Cup has completely forgotten that the U21 youth team's training camp is in Porto." Cristiano said angrily, it can be heard that the last time the anger has not subsided.

Cyril could only smile wryly.

At this time, it has been a week since they broke up last time, and Cyril also just finished the operation during this time period, but the doctor still told him clearly after the operation: It is impossible for him to hurry up. In the Toulon Cup, forced appearance will only hurt the body.

This is also the reason why the head coach Wen Haisi did not include him in the big list despite his great regret.

Cyril was thinking about how to calm down his little friend—although he didn't quite understand what Chris was angry about...

At this moment, he noticed that Chris' gaze... seemed to be staring closely at his chest?

Cyril was stunned for a while, and quickly understood the reason - after receiving the medal of the Portuguese Super League champion, Cyril hung the medal on his chest casually, and at this moment Cristiano could be said to be firmly held by the medal Attracted attention, and was a little dazed for a while.

Noticing this detail, Cyril's heart moved slightly, and he suddenly had an idea.

He reached out and took off the medal hanging around his neck, and sent it to Cristiano. Before the other party became even more angry because he misunderstood what he meant, Cyril explained: "Chris, if you can, I would also like to participate in the Toulon Cup."

Cristiano's complexion became a little bit prettier.

"But you know, there is always nothing to do about injuries." Cyril looked at him, and his expression suddenly became very serious: "So, I can ask you to work hard with my share, and use Toulon Cup winner's medal, exchange this league medal with me?"