[Football] Son of God Raiders Manual

On a round table, the tense atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out. Everyone was staring at the smiling Kaka in the middle. The Brazilian looked around, took a deep breath, and then began to deal the cards.Seven people, a deck of cards, and the deal was soon over, and everyone started to play their cards.

Eight of Clubs, Seven of Diamonds, Six of Hearts, Nine of Spades... Cards were played one after another. Everyone waited with bated breath, staring closely at the cards on the table, for fear that something might happen.

However... the final misfortune still appeared.The tenth person played a card, his voice was flat, even a little leisurely: "Ten of diamonds."

"It's now!" Everyone stretched out their hands at the same time and slapped the card quickly and ruthlessly!For a while, the crackling sound of thugs was really endless, and soon there were complaints everywhere: "It hurts! Gerald, you hit too hard!" "You still say that I must have used too much force! He You don’t know how powerful it is…” “Don’t blame me, Fabregas took my hand to press it down!” “My hand hurts too…” The last person who spoke was Messi, It was the ten of diamonds he played, and it was he who was the first to take pictures of this card, so he was hit by ten consecutive hits.

"So, that's why you are here? Playing cards?" Gerard Pique shook his red hand, with the word "unhappy" all over his face-whose hand was photographed like a pig Hooves will be upset.

Now they are at Messi's house, there are eleven or twelve people around the big round table in the living room, besides Messi, Pique, Cesc Fabregas, Alves and a few later people, there are also the original Kaka, Digan, Mendes and several contract negotiators were supposed to sit together and seriously discuss the contract and the future, but at Kaka's suggestion, everyone took out their cards and started playing. In this kind of thug game, Pique felt that he was not good.

... After all, the few of them in Barcelona just came here to hang out today. They used to come to play together like this. When they came to play together, they didn't need to notify each other. thing.

To be precise, they didn't expect to see Ronaldo at Messi's house. After all, this person usually looks at Messi with unfriendly eyes, so everyone always thought that the "friendship" they called was just theirs. The common agent and the media hyped it together, so the atmosphere was really tense when I saw him-especially when Messi looked determined to keep them involved in today's conversation.

Although I didn't say that they would fight as soon as they met, but there is absolutely no one with a good face. After all, they are the opponents of the National Derby, so when they saw them coming in, they just stood up and shook hands and hugged them politely—Jela Not counting De Pique, this man gave the Portuguese a punch without any embarrassment at all, and laughed and said, "You're black again", which made the Portuguese just want to roll his eyes and ignore him.

There seems to be something wrong with Barcelona, ​​it will take a while to come forward, please wait a while before going to La Masia, the expression on Mendes' face is not very good-after all, few people dare to let him go since 07 Dove, not even Abramovich.He got up and went to the side to make a phone call. His expression was rare and serious. Things that should have been completed quickly were suddenly interrupted, which made him not very happy. Maybe he needed to carefully study the relationship with Barcelona relationship.

When Mendes went out to make a phone call, the atmosphere in the living room could be said to be icy and cold. Naturally, the few staff members would not take the initiative to speak. Everyone sat quietly around the round sofa in the hall, thanks to Messi's girlfriend brought them water, otherwise the atmosphere would have been even more embarrassing - both sides did not want to pay attention to each other for various reasons, and Mendes, the only one who can neutralize the atmosphere of both parties, is not in a very good mood now , and no one reconciled between them, Messi, the de facto head of the family, secretly showed Kaka an expression of asking for help, the Brazilian could only glance at the things on the table in desperation, and took A deck of cards smiled at everyone: "It's so boring to wait, why don't we play cards?"

Unexpectedly and within reason, everyone agreed to this nonsensical proposal. After all, both Pique and Cesc Fabregas are master players, especially Pique, who once participated in professional poker tournaments and won A good ranking, so he is still very confident in his poker skills - as a result, this man, who is called the "Son of God" in the Madrid area, showed a bright smile.

"Ordinary poker is boring, and we're just passing the time after all, let's play a simple 'heart attack'."

The gameplay of "heart disease" is so simple that they can play as long as they know numbers. They need a deck of cards, a dealer, a round table, and a circle of people. The dealer gives a deck of cards to Everyone on the wine table distributes equally, but they can't look at the cards in their own and other people's hands, and then arrange the people on the round table according to the number of people. In addition, there are twelve numbers. If one person plays a card with the same serial number as his own, then everyone's hands must be slapped on that card together. They can slap hands on top of each other, and the last person to slap it is the loser.

This is indeed a game that is easy to stir up the atmosphere, easy for everyone to get acquainted with, and easy for people to get excited for no reason. Seeing that the table at Messi's house was shaken the moment the game started, it is also Fortunately, these people usually use their feet rather than their hands...

Kaka began to collect the cards, and then took out a cube box. He didn't answer Pique's question, but smiled brightly at him: "Who was the last one just now?"

"It's me." Cesc Fabregas was a little helpless. He didn't know whether he should be happy or sad. After all, if he was not the last one, he would definitely be slandered by others, but if he was the last one, he would accept the loser punishment.

"The penalty for this round is [-] ball jumps." Kaka looked at the notes collected before starting to play cards. After all, there are so many people here, so everyone wrote one as a punishment. When the time comes, as long as someone If he loses, he just grabs a note from the box—a toy box kindly provided by Messi’s son Thiago—and that’s all for Cesc Fabregas, so He took this punishment very quickly.

"Eh? Who wrote the punishment? It's too boring!" Someone complained first, but Kaka raised her hand and showed a regretful expression: "If Marcelo is here, this punishment will be more interesting." Yes." After all, the last time the two of them relied on tricks like juggling the ball to make Pepe fall in front of the camera, and they were so angry that they chased them with the ball and ran around the training ground.

Pique, who did not get an answer, was not angry, and poked Messi who was sitting silently beside him: "Hey, what do you think will happen if Jorge Mendes is angry?" Stiff, he reacted after being poked by Pique, slowly glanced at his manager who was standing outside the balcony and was on the phone, and said slowly: "I don't know what will happen if he gets angry... I only know what will happen next." Someone is going to be unlucky."

"Who?" Because what Messi said was so attractive, everyone looked at it and showed interest at the same time. Whether it is a player under Mendes or not, they will still be the number one agent in football. Those who are interested to a certain extent, after all, can also use it to compare with their own agents to find out what they have not done well.

Messi looked in the direction of Mendes again. He seemed to have hung up the phone. After playing with the phone for a while, the man seemed to think of something again. He made another call, and Degan had a bad feeling: why did he Feel as though someone has offended the economic giant?I don't know why his own future seems to suddenly become uncertain...

Messi looked at the different expressions of the people in front of him, and said softly, "Anyway, it's not us, he will help us with everything, don't worry." His words may not mean to comfort Digan In it, although he himself is two years younger than Digan, the environment they get along with is different, and the current positions they are in are also different, and the meaning to the club is very different, so his comfort Obviously, it also has a certain effect, and Digan heaved a sigh of relief.Anyway, my agent will never cheat me!

"So, are we still playing?" Kaka raised his eyebrows and smiled, and raised the cards in his hand again. The innocent smiling Son of God seemed to be really happy for the cheerful scene in front of him, rather than staying out of it It's just watching the excitement enthusiastically. "You guys play first, I'll go to the bathroom." Standing up, "Where is the bathroom?" Messi was about to show the way, but Cesc Fabregas got up first: "I'll take you there, I just want to go to the bathroom."

For a moment, everyone present seemed to feel that the atmosphere was a bit subtle. Although they felt a little surprised, they didn't think much about it, and quickly nodded: "Okay, let's go."

He really wanted to go to the toilet, but when he came out to wash his hands at the sink, he looked up and saw the preoccupied Spaniard leaning against the door without any intention of going in for convenience, the Portuguese realized: there is a situation! "Cesc Fabregas, what's wrong?"

"I just wanted to say sorry." Fabregas took a deep breath. "I called suddenly that day... sorry."

Oh, if he didn't mention it suddenly, he would have almost forgotten about it. "It's okay, understandable." Neither side explained clearly, and it was considered to save face for the Spaniard. After a moment of silence, Cesc Fabregas suddenly said, "You and Kaka, you two..."

"We're fine, we're fine." Immediately changed the subject, he knew that what this person wanted to ask was not the relationship between him and Kaka, and he probably only mentioned this to better mention what he wanted to say In other words, it can be said that he doesn't like this kind of chatter before the formal conversation begins-especially about Kaka, he doesn't want to share his private life with other people at all, even in private. "I want to know more, how are you and Pique?"

Although he had already guessed that the purpose of this person's conversation was Pique, the Portuguese didn't know at all that when the person in front of Pique was mentioned, there would be such an expression—desperate and cold, but even if his heart was ashamed , There was still a glimmer of light in the man's eyes, as if he was still clinging to some driftwood.

"I thought..." His voice was choked with sobs, and he didn't know what kind of complicated emotions he swallowed to make himself say the next words in such a trembling tone. "I originally thought that after I came back, everything would be the same as before." But everything can't go back to the past, and there is no going back between them.

I do not know what to say.

In the face of Messi's plight, he can gloat and add fuel to the flames to help, that is because the relationship between him and Ronaldinho has not reached the point of death, and what Messi wants is an answer, simply Not sloppy, the Portuguese are not sloppy in giving advice.But what about Fabregas?

All the realities are already in front of him, and the questions he wants have already been answered, but he himself refuses to accept them.After returning to Barcelona for three years, every day he would goug out a piece of flesh in his heart, but he was still willing to stay here, and he could even swear just now, when they came in, these two people were still laughing and cursing like before , Pique is really slow in a certain way, he didn't realize Fabregas' feelings at all...

Or, if you find out, you just treat it as ignorance.After all, it's no good for anyone to tell the truth now. Before the window paper is pierced, they retreat their feelings for each other to the position of friends. Maybe this is the best choice.

"To be honest, it was just a little fantasy for me to follow. After all...Although I am in the Premier League, Leo is my best friend. He probably told me everything, so I thought..." Fabrega When Si said this, there was still a trace of expectation in his eyes, but everything seemed too difficult for him. "Maybe everything would be easier if Shakira was a bad woman..."

Sighing, patted him on the shoulder.

"Even if Shakira is a bad woman, then what?" This question made Fabregas stunned, blinking his eyes and looking at the Portuguese. "Admit it, no matter who you are with Gerard Pique, you don't have the heart to destroy his happiness." Sighing, the Portuguese patted him on the shoulder and went back first, leaving only one sentence : "Sometimes an initial injury can save pain along the way."

When we returned to the hall, everyone was having a good time. The Portuguese came from behind. From the corner of his eyes, he found that Messi was a little stiff. He was mainly observing Gerard Pique. This person was not affected at all. His eyes were as blue as the Caribbean Sea, reflecting the transparent light, and it was impossible to see what he was thinking.

This person always says that he can see through the direction of his opponent's movements, but in fact he doesn't even see the emotions of the people around him clearly, right?While sighing, the Portuguese strangled Kaka's neck from behind. At this time, everyone was paying close attention to the situation on the table. Only Degan and Messi on the opposite side shifted their attention to them a little bit, and the result was accidentally Peake threw out the same number of cards as his own, so everyone scrambled to grab that card. Only Digan showed the expression of being struck by lightning for a moment, and didn't even stretch out his hand.

What did he see?

Brother and his sweetheart kissing each other in someone else's living room in front of a circle of people?

... No, he must have read it wrong, these two people were just whispering, that's all, um...

As a result, when Degan reacted in a trance, he found that everyone was staring at him, and his brother who smiled like a big white rabbit was looking at him with a smile, holding a note in his hand, Unfold it and see that Digan couldn't help but wailed: "Fucking!"

The note read: Slap Jorge Mendes on the ass.

Incidentally, the paper was written by himself.

Now Jorge Mendes is obviously not in a good mood, to touch him?To be honest, except for Kaka and Messi, no one dares to go forward... There are some players who are not his players after all, and it is also embarrassing to be honest. The punishment written by Degan has to be said to be a bit too much , However, there is a wrong and a debt, and he himself faces this punishment, and that scene... Hehehe...

Everyone looked at him with a happy expression, obviously ready to ask him to achieve his goal, and Digan, this good boy who has always been obedient in AC Milan, whether it is among the senior players or The calm young man who was rated as a top-notch among the little fresh meat could only stand up amidst the applause of schadenfreude, but seeing how his legs were shaking after walking three steps, it was obvious that he didn't dare to go at all. Doing such a thing, and his face was already flushed, and he looked like he was about to faint.

Seeing that Degan was so nervous, the Portuguese couldn't bear it any longer. He got up and patted Degan on the back—however, such a simple action almost made the young man in front of him jump up, and then turned to show him that he was about to cry. A smile came out: "What's the matter?" "Look at your cowardice, I'll go for you." He grinned and said, just as he had something to ask Jorge, it's okay to help him realize the punishment. "Oh! I love you!! It's not in vain. I've been calling you brother for years!!" Degan gave him a hug excitedly, and didn't even notice the expression of his own brother, so when he was overjoyed When he sat down and looked eagerly at the back of the Portuguese, Alves suddenly said: "Brother?"

Then he heard his brother laughing and saying: "Yeah, I was still in Sao Paulo at that time, Cris came to my house for the first time to play, Digan mistakenly thought he was the same age as me, so he called him Brother Cris, until Cris On the day of Manchester United's debut, when the commentator introduced him, he realized that the two of them were only a few months apart..."

...This is really a very embarrassing past, okay? ! !Brother, can you stop talking? !Digan was so ashamed that he almost buried himself in the pillow.

"So you really knew each other so long ago." Alves sighed, and then said "Ah", "The door to the balcony is open, everyone, take a look." Everyone turned their heads, only to see Jorge Mendes has put down the phone again and is playing with his phone, as if he is thinking about who to call next. The gloomy aura makes them not want to get close at all. As a result, Real Madrid No. [-] closed the balcony door Opened it, and before the other party could react, he slapped him on the buttocks, and then hugged his shoulders affectionately, as if to say something, that Jorge Men Des wasn't angry either, and even seemed to be in a better mood. The two of them didn't know what they were talking about. Jorge also patted him on the back to signal him to go in quickly and let go. He was still there when he came back. Molestingly patted on the waist, but what he got was the manager's laugh?

?Can they know what these two people said to be so happy?

Facing everyone's questions, the one sitting back raised his eyebrows, looking like a domineering president: "Has a new round started yet?"

... No, they don't want to play the game now, they just want to know what happened!Facing everyone's suspicious eyes, Real Madrid No. [-] could only raise his hands in surrender: "Nothing, just talked to him."

"Cut—" Everyone booed him, especially the Barcelona gang. After all, there are not many times when Real Madrid's No. [-] can be booed so happily, let alone booing him in person.

Kaka looked at his sweetheart, and found that his eyes subconsciously glanced in the direction of Digan, who was not aware of it, and suddenly became a little clear, then smiled and picked up the cards in his hand: "Then, continue to play?"

They played this boring and insane game until the evening, during which Mendes left with those employees, and then came back with another employee who took Digan away, so they were the only ones who continued to play. Originally, Barcelona He thought that since this was his territory, he must call more people, but in the end, they were taken away every minute - some people had wives and children at home, and they had to go back to take care of them.So in the end, only Kaka, Messi and Fabregas were left.

"Cesc Fabregas, don't you have a wife? She won't ask you to go home for dinner?" Regarding the wife who is 11 years older than the Spaniard, the other three people did not comment, but they were all curious about the question. Cesc Fabregas smiled: "She is very mature and tolerant of me." For her, she is like a little brother, and it is no big deal to spend the night at a friend's house.

"So... what are the four of us doing?" The four of them looked at each other in blank dismay. After all, Kaka and Mendes brought them here, and they couldn't just run around without Mendes talking—you know, this is Barcelona. "Eat? Chat?"

"Or, let's play a game for a while." Kaka put down the cards in her hand with a smile.

"Still playing 'Heart Attack'?" Messi was eager to try, and Kaka shook his head.

"Play the truth, take a big risk."