[Football] King Of Europe

His gaze was focused to the extreme, and all of them were fixed on the sphere in midair.The pupils rotated with the rise and fall of the football, but from the beginning to the end, they did not deviate too much, as if at this moment, in his sight, there was only this beating football, and everything else was isolated from it .

Instead of using his instep, he opted for his knees, which were nearly level with the ground with each bounce.However, Cristiano's movements were not out of shape in the slightest, as if they were compared with compasses and rulers.

The ball fell from mid-air and was lifted high by his knees. All the muscles in his body were mobilized. During the movement, there was an indescribable coordination.

Although it was just a very simple action, Sebastian watched intently from the side.He counted silently in his heart, but he didn't expect that his head tilted, but knocked on the door frame, and he let out a cry of pain.

That scream broke Cristiano's emotion called "concentration".The Portuguese youth was taken aback by him, and hurriedly turned to look at him, only to find that his good friend had gotten out of bed at some point, and was leaning against the door, rubbing his head bitterly.

Sebastian lifted the hair on the left side of his forehead and pressed it with his hands, and immediately, he let out another cry of pain.

After intimate contact with the hard door panel, a bulging bag instantly appeared on his head.

He was so painful that he closed his eyes and gasped, and he finally recovered a little bit, but a hand suddenly pressed on his forehead.

"It hurts - it hurts - it hurts!!!"

"... Oak?"

The sound of bouncing the ball in the ear stopped at some point, and it was Cristiano's inquiry.Sebastian gasped, opened his eyes, and saw his friend's magnified face, as well as the hand he had pressed up just now, before he could take it back.

As "criminal evidence", Cristiano wisely changed the topic.

"you're awake?"

"Chris, do you think I'm sleepwalking?" Sebastian yelled in disbelief, angrily... he tiptoed and tapped Cristiano on the head.

Cristiano: ...

He just lowered his head, just in time to see his friend standing on tiptoe.At this moment, I held back my laughter, and it was very hard to hold back.

"What about the sympathy that we agreed upon!" Sebastian almost went crazy, and was hurriedly dragged back to the room by Cristiano, and found a bottle of medicinal wine by searching through the box and chest.

Well, this is what I gave him at the beginning.

In view of the fact that there was a big bump with a lot of hair growing on it, it was absolutely impossible for Sebastian to shave half of his head at this time, so he resolutely refused. Cristiano planned to wipe the medicinal wine for him, and resolutely helped him put the medicinal wine back into the cabinet.

Just kidding, lighting a fire in medicinal wine, he doesn't want to try it on his head now.

"Chris...you not sleeping?"

"Wake up a long time ago!" The Portuguese youth was rejected and laughed mercilessly, "Do you think everyone is like you, sleeping for so long?"

Sebastian gritted his teeth.

Cristiano stopped immediately and grabbed his arm: "...Let's go, I'll take you out to see the Akchet training camp!"

Puma Training Academy is also called "Akchit Training Camp" because it is located in Akchit.He is the training base of Sporting Lisbon and the cradle of their players.The scale of 200 students has been maintained here for a long time, providing the freshest blood for the competitive team.

Around the Puma training camp, there are beautiful fields, stay in the hotel room and look out, and you can even see the cows grazing!There is no more beautiful environment than the PUMA training camp, where they are always accompanied by sports and nature.

There are seven training grounds and a competition field with stands. Cristiano took Sebastian to visit them one by one, and introduced them to him while watching.

"I came here five years ago from the Madeira national team. At that time, I was only 13 years old... I never dreamed that the competitive team would actually take a fancy to me. Oak Oak..." Cristiano Pointing at the training ground, his eyes were nostalgic, "I've been here for five full years. At that time, I thought it was just a dream. I was really spotted by the competitive team..."

Sebastian smiled, jumped up, and rubbed Cristiano's head: "Then you have been dreaming for five years?"

He depended on Cristiano's back for life and death, and the Portuguese youth had no choice but to carry him on his back and walk slowly towards a field.

This is the field he is most familiar with, and it is also the field where he trained for the first time after he set foot on the ground of the Akchit training camp.Later, for many, many days, he hugged a ball and sweated here.

Day after day, year after year.

The turf of the Akchit training camp is still green, but the people who play football on the turf have changed from teenagers to youths.

Now, he carried his best friend here.

"Oak oak..."

"Ok?"

"Let's play football."