[football] little princess

August 2011, 4, midnight.

At the entrance of an affluent area in Dublin, the guard on night shift saw a dark figure approaching from a distance, and put his hand on the button of the alarm bell vigilantly. He brandished an electric baton and shouted through a loudspeaker: "who is it?"

There was no answer, the other party just walked slowly to the fence, looked in the direction of the duty room, and stood quietly.The guard on duty felt a little creepy. The person in front of him seemed to have just been exposed to the rain. It was probably the scene earlier. Normal people should have gone home to change their clothes long ago, instead of walking to the rich area. Mori stood.

"Who are you? What's your business here?" The security guard leaned closer to the glass window and looked out. He could vaguely deduce that the man in front of the fence was a man about 185 in height. He had a peaked cap pulled down so that he couldn't see Clear appearance, at first glance is the standard configuration of criminals.

The man hesitated for a while, as if he was trapped in his own world. Just when the security guard wanted to call the police directly, the man suddenly said, "I'm looking for the Magnier family. I'm... Cristiano Ronaldo." He took off his hat, and under the illumination of the street lamps, he showed a face that frequently appeared on major sports TV stations, newspapers, and magazines.

"OhmyGod!" The security guard couldn't help but marvel, and subconsciously wanted to let him go, but when he thought about it, let him go if he couldn't see his appearance, what if it was a fake?Thinking of this, he replied apologetically: "Without the master's prior notice, we can't release people casually. Please call the Magnier family first."

Ronaldo looked very embarrassed, and the security guard said that he was really strange. The lady who came to the Magnier family so late, it seems that the outside world said that the two of them were having an affair.In the end, the wet man took out his mobile phone and called Setlla. During the process, his face suddenly became ugly, "Why didn't you tell me...I? I'm not sure yet..."

The security guard finally got a reminder from Magnier's house to let him go. Watching Ronaldo continue to walk into the residential area, he regretted why he didn't take a picture of this just now, and it would be interesting to keep it for himself.

Setlla refused Jane's request to help her sit in a wheelchair, saying that it would be fine for Ronaldo to come to the house to meet her.Of course it was not a pleasant experience to be woken up from sleep, but Setlla couldn't figure out why the Portuguese would come to her at this time.

Jane led Ronaldo into the room, the world's No. 1 star with wet clothes on his body looked like a ridiculous drowned chicken at the moment.

"Damn it for you, why, would, like this?"

Ronaldo looked straight at Setlla, his eyes were red, "Little princess, why didn't you tell me about your language barrier?"

Please, you have so many troubles, why should I tell you about my condition all day long. Setlla complained in her heart, but it was a bit more technically difficult for him to express, so she chose to use eyes and gestures to make the Portuguese understand.Fortunately, the tacit understanding between the two of them is still there, Ronaldo walked to the bed and sat down in frustration, "I really don't know what to do."

Setlla encouraged him to continue with his eyes, Ronaldo took a deep breath, his eyebrows, eyes and nose were twisted together, and said: "Last night, we beat Valencia 6:3, and Kaka returned two goals and one assist. The best game of the season! I, I wanted to invite him to celebrate, but he said he was going back to Brazil..."

"W...hy?"

"Little princess..." Setlla couldn't bear Ronaldo's expression the most, as if she had been wronged by the sky, and she was about to shed tears, "Isabella was born, I really... I thought I could bear it, I thought It's okay, but he said he was going back to Brazil to see his daughter, I, I didn't know what to do, so I just booked the nearest flight." He couldn't restrain the urge to cry, so he could only cover his face, With trembling shoulders, a man with the most perfect body in the world actually cried like a child.

"Cris…" Setlla spat out the words of his name, reaching up and patting him stiffly on the back.She knew that Ronaldo had never seriously said "I like you" to Kaka, but judging from his description, Kaka should have known and responded.But she also remembered that in the only meeting, the Brazilian was such a devout believer, he could not abandon his family and devote himself to a love condemned by the Lord.Maybe he is also in pain, who knows, who makes this world have so many hopeless loves, encounters too early and too late.

"You talk, I listen." Setlla motioned Ronaldo to continue talking, he choked up twice, raised his tear-stained face and continued: "Just before today, we made an appointment to play games at home on the rest day tomorrow. It's my turn to watch my brainless blockbusters instead of his favorite literary films, and I specially picked "The Battle of Los Angeles" that just came out of theaters, I don't want to watch movies at home alone!"

It's petty and childish, but Setlla thinks she can understand how those accumulated little disappointments can bring back a broken heart.She patted Ronaldo's head lightly, she wanted to say a lot, but she didn't know where to start, and she didn't have the strength to say it.She bent down a little and motioned Ronaldo to bring his head closer. The embarrassed Portuguese sniffled and reluctantly moved closer.

"Good... hug..." Setlla felt that she must have spent all her mother's love on Ronaldo in her life, otherwise why would she hold this big boy's head in her arms in the middle of the night and let him cry Soak the clothes in front of the abdomen.

"I can't imagine how you watched Beckham get married and have children, you... will your heart hurt, will it hurt so much that you can't do anything? Just walked all the way, it's good to be wet by the rain, cold If you have to tremble, it will not be so easy to manage the pain in your heart."

"It will hurt." Setlla said curtly, "Hold on."

Ronaldo straightened up and wiped his tears, showing puzzled eyes: "I don't understand, you were so young at that time, you can choose to find someone better, I think Bradey is pretty good."

"Will you, later, get married?" Setlla asked awkwardly.Ronaldo was very sad. Setlla was so eloquent before, "Are you asking me if I will get married in the future? I'm not sure, I'm not sure if I can wait, and besides, it's hopeless!" Ronaldo said loudly To put it bluntly, it was more like convincing myself.

"You, no." Setlla raised her eyebrows, her voice was short and firm.Ronaldo bowed his head and muttered, "You really have confidence in Kaka." Setlla tugged at the hem of his clothes, "Change", and then let Jane in and asked her to prepare some clothes of the right size.

When Ronaldo came in after taking a shower and changing his clothes, he was surprised to find that the TV in the bedroom had been turned on, and the opening title of "Battle of Los Angeles" was on, "Little princess, you, you are really..."

"Don't cry." She looked up and smiled at him playfully, and gestured for him to sit over.Ronaldo walked over, only to find a large bag of popcorn and a large glass of Coke on the bedside table.He touched his head and asked, "Can I feed you popcorn?"

Setlla nodded.After all, I haven't finished watching the movie. Ronaldo is tired from walking and crying, and Setlla is often groggy.They just leaned against the head of the bed and slept until the sun was high. After Magniel asked what happened to Jane yesterday, he specially asked the specially invited Chinese chef to cook the soup.

When the two finally went down to the restaurant to drink soup, Setlla suddenly thought that it was already the end of April, the league was at a critical stage of the championship, and the semi-finals of the Champions League would be held soon. If I remember correctly, this time Real Madrid met their arch-enemy Barcelona. , only 3 days away from the game.

"Championship, are you alright?" She bent her fingers to make a question mark, and seeing Ronaldo's expression gradually dimmed, it was the first time that he felt that he would be so unconfident in a game.

"My current state is very bad, but I will try my best to forget all this and concentrate on preparing for the Champions League." He slowly clenched his fists, his eyes determined.

"You can." Setlla smiled.

"Of course, don't look at who I am!"

"I like the way Miss and Mr. Ronaldo get along, it's very warm." Jane couldn't help but turned her back and secretly wiped her tears. Mark nodded in agreement, but also raised questions: "But the relationship between Mr. Beckham and Ms. Beckham is also very warm. He is much more considerate than Ronaldo."

Jane was embarrassed for a moment, then paused and said, "But I think the relationship between the two of them often feels...very sad, even when they laugh."

Mark couldn't help recalling the distressed look that Beckham hastily concealed when he came over to find that Setlla's language function began to degenerate last time.It's strange, it's as if they made an appointment not to be sad, they always avoid sensitive topics quickly, and they talk about trivial things in life, but they still look happy.However, with Ronaldo, the lady seems to be much more real, and they will not hide their emotions from each other.

"It should be because they cherish each other too much." Mark's later wife told him, "I'm afraid that the other party will be hurt by their emotions."

In Mark and Jane's memory, that was the last time they saw Ronaldo bend down and hug Setlla goodbye.The man who later became a football legend never showed such a fragile expression again.Those loves and hates that they can't figure out no matter how they guess, are buried in the diffuse memory along the boundary between life and death.

2011年4月27日，欧冠半决赛，皇家马德里0:2主场负于巴塞罗那。