[football] little princess

2004 7 Month 5 Day.

In Lisbon, Portugal, Ronaldo has just returned home from a sad game.In the end, they still failed to win the championship at home, and they lost to the same opponent Greece in the opener.

He cried so sadly that Figo and Deco came to comfort him one after another. This was his first European Cup, and Portugal will rely on their new generation to support it!

Still sad, he ran to his home in Lisbon, where he hadn't come back for a year. Ronaldo wanted to cry quietly and secretly by himself, turned off the lights at home, and pretended to be a melancholy boy on the sofa.It's a pity that God's wish was not fulfilled. Before he could shed a few tears, the piercing ringing of the bell rang throughout the room.Ronaldo wiped away his tears, and muttered that his mother was still worried about him, and she couldn't help but come to see him after telling him to be alone.

"I said... it hurts!" As soon as he opened the door, a fist slammed towards his chin. Ronaldo's eyes blurred, he covered his chin and took a few steps back. He raised his eyes to see clearly Come, another punch in the stomach.

"Setlla, what are you doing! You bastard!" Fortunately, there was a thick carpet on the entrance, otherwise Ronaldo, who was thrown to the ground, would have broken his spine.He didn't even have time to take a breath, when two fists hit his body in a precise and symmetrical attack.Ronaldo, who was already so angry that his lungs would explode from the defeat in the final, saw her non-stop, and impatiently wanted to turn over and push her away, but his face suddenly became hot, and then quickly cooled down.

He stared blankly at Setlla's tears falling quickly like beads, the black eyes were filled with moisture, and the eyelashes were also wet.Ronaldo sighed, his arms hung loosely, and he lay flat on the ground obediently and let him be beaten. After 2 minutes, Setlla found that the person beneath her was as motionless as if she had been frozen, and her sanity gradually returned. She stopped, turned over silently, stood up and stretched herself, and asked, "Is there anything to eat?"

Ronaldo Carp turned over and jumped up from the ground, swung his arms, and shouted dissatisfiedly: "Is there a friend like you? You came to beat me up in the middle of the night, and asked me to provide supper after the beating, who is it!"

Setlla flicked her long dark brown hair, and turned her head to show a charming smile: "But you just lay flat and let me beat you."

"You, you vicious woman!" Even though her face was still covered with tears, she could change so quickly in the blink of an eye. I really don't know what's wrong with this woman's psychology.Having said that, Ronaldo still muttered to take out the remaining cold noodles in the refrigerator to warm up, "You have to tell me why you were beaten, and you have to be a fool if you die!"

Setlla rubbed her temples and frowned and sighed, "You really want to know? Well, you see." As she spoke, she slid her phone across the table, and there was a news page on the screen, all of which were about the England national team. condemn.After spending a year together, Ronaldo is well aware of the status of a heartthrob in Setlla's heart, and these words are undoubtedly unbearable for her.So Ronaldo was silent for a while, until he brought the noodles to Setlla, he suddenly realized something: "It's been 6 days, and you still have to find me in the middle of the night to beat me!"

"You were preparing to win the championship before. Do you want me to go to the hotel and beat you up?" Setlla raised her eyebrows, picked up a piece of noodles and sucked it into her mouth in one breath, "I just can't understand your first time in People who take penalty kicks in world-class competitions still take such fancy shots, and the most important thing is that they still score!"

Ronaldo took the fourth penalty kick at the time and was under a lot of psychological pressure.Terry scored a penalty in front and England led 3:2, but Ronaldo, who participated in the competition for the first time, actually faked in front of goalkeeper James, deliberately paused after the run-up to mislead the opponent, and finally succeeded in a low shot from the left.On the other hand, Beckham, England's first free throw, kicked the ball away after missing a penalty kick in the previous game against France.To make matters worse, he also took the initiative to take the first penalty kick regardless of the coach's arrangement, which caused England to be at a disadvantage from the beginning.

"Well, it's also No. 7. It seems that I'm better." Ronaldo nodded complacently, almost forgetting Portugal's defeat in the final two hours ago. Setlla was eating noodles, and almost choked to death hearing Ronaldo's words, and her face was red from coughing.The Portuguese probably felt guilty, so he hurried forward and patted Setlla on the back vigorously.

This kid must be trying to murder me!The muscles on the arms are even scarier than they were a year ago!Finally swallowing the noodles, Setlla stood up and took a deep breath, "Are you going to kill me, Cristiano!" Ronaldo stretched out his hand, he didn't know what to do, Setlla stuffed the plate into his hand, He said in a tone that could not be questioned: "You can eat the rest, you are so photographed that you don't want to eat any more."

So the following time evolved into Ronaldo pitifully nibbling on the colder and colder noodles with resentment, and Setlla sat on the opposite side of the table bored and propped his chin to watch him chew, "I said, Portugal didn't win the championship. Are you so sad?"

Portugal did not win the championship?I completely forgot about it just now, okay?I was completely bullied by you, hey!

Ronaldo, who was confused, was eaten and lived like this for two days. He wondered if Ferguson was finally willing to abandon this delicate and willful little princess, but when he asked around, Setlla always answered the question: "You are poor. Is it? You can’t even take care of my food and drink for two days?”

He must hold back!

But after Setlla made such a fuss, Ronaldo was no longer in a sad mood, so much so that when the Portuguese national team was called to the presidential palace that day, and Portuguese President Sampaio personally awarded the medal with tears in his eyes, he still felt that he It doesn't match the atmosphere, everyone is secretly wiping tears, but he doesn't seem to be in such a bad mood?

Walking out of the presidential palace and looking at the blue sky, Ronaldo happily went to meet Setlla. They agreed to go to a coffee shop to eat the most delicious frozen Parfait today, and they must not miss the appointment.But in the middle of the trip, the itinerary had some forks. He was clearly equipped with sunglasses and a peaked cap, but those damn reporters still followed him.Well, he knew he was a local celebrity in Portugal, and he had just received a medal from the President, but celebrities should be a bit *, right?

Thinking of the little princess who kept making troubles because of sesame, Ronaldo thought it would be better to call her first, but Setlla picked up the phone, and after listening to him explain the whole story, he said mockingly: " No, you are still afraid of these gossips, didn’t you like to have gossip and pornographic photos with supermodels, actors, etc., why are you afraid now?”

"I'm afraid you're not happy, okay?" Ronaldo became angry and yelled loudly, regardless of whether the following reporters heard it or not.As a princess of a family, she is still so unconscious, does this woman have any bottom line?

Setlla was stunned for a moment, and then whispered like a comforting pet: "Okay, I know what you mean. But don't worry, when I was playing with David and Ryan, I was still rarely photographed. Got it? Don't worry about the details."

Ronaldo hung up the phone, feeling as if he had been tamed.He didn't bother to care about the sneaky reporters who were recording something secretly. Anyway, as long as the little princess didn't care, he would have gotten used to it.

Setlla was already waiting in the cafe. After Ronaldo came in, he took off his sunglasses, took a sip of lemonade, turned his head and glared secretly, and followed the reporters sitting at the next table.

"Don't stare out your eyes. Don't worry about them. As a star player, you must always have a normal heart." Setlla educated with shaking his head.

"It's not fun to be lectured by you, and you're only two years older than me, hum." Ronaldo waved his hand and called the waiter, and ordered two classic frozen Parfaits.This cafe is very atmospheric, with bookshelves built into the walls, and vines winding around the logs, all of which are books of classic literature.The customers talked in a low voice, very clean.Therefore, some dissonant clicking sounds have attracted the attention of some customers.

Just as Ronaldo started to eat his parfait, he was very unhappy when he felt a series of probing eyes. Setlla didn't seem to notice it, and happily picked and picked from her share, "I don't eat cherries, you can eat them."

So Ronaldo saw a cherry come into his cup in a graceful parabolic motion, smashing his Parfait into a small pit that was not too deep or shallow.The Portuguese's eyelids were jumping, he was not perishing in anger, he was metamorphosis in anger, he decided to stand up and resist: "I am not a recyclable trash can!"

"Ronaldo! It really is Ronaldo!"

"Ah, he is my new male god, I want to get his autograph!"

"Ouch!"

Setlla shook her head, "The so-called self-inflicted crimes cannot live."

Ronaldo pulled her up in shame and rushed out. Setlla protested, "Hey, I haven't packed yet!"

"I met you because I was unlucky in eight lifetimes!" The grief-stricken Portuguese dragged Setlla through the streets and alleys, and came near the Alcochete youth training camp of Sporting Lisbon, which he was familiar with.He had discovered that cafe when he was still playing football in Sporting Lisbon, and it only took him ten minutes to run here. Setlla stood beside her panting, saying "I must take a rest".Ronaldo greeted the security guard at the gate near the youth training camp. Of course, the other party recognized him immediately and let him go.

Setlla was as tired as a dog and was pulled by Ronaldo to lie down on the field with few people in the summer vacation, surrounded by the smell of green grass.She was still panting non-stop, Ronaldo had recovered long ago, smiling and sighing: "Finally back here again."

"Why, you, you don't like Manchester United?" Setlla turned her head to the side, seeing the orange-red light of the sunset on the Portuguese's clear-cut face, feeling a little sad.

"This is where I grew up. It's different from Manchester United. If you think about it, it's like Manchester United is where you grew up." Ronaldo replied calmly, reaching out to touch the sky.

"You're going to fall in love with Manchester United," Setlla said firmly.Just like she loves the hot red land, she does not believe that any number 7 of Manchester United will be indifferent to Old Trafford. Even David decided to put on the white shirt after a painful inner struggle. , leaving the place where he had won the Triple Crown.

"Let's talk about it." As always, with an unruly tone, Cristiano was completely different from David, but it was so easy to get along with him.

"Hey, it's still early, I want to stay here until midnight, why don't you tell me the story of you and Beckham?" Ronaldo suddenly became excited.

Setlla was silent. When Ronaldo was pondering whether to apologize for so long, she suddenly smiled and said, "Okay, as long as you don't feel bored."