[Football] King Of Europe

Of course, it is impossible for Cristiano to go through his suitcase.

Therefore, it is a matter of course that his underwear will not exist in this set of clothes prepared by the Portuguese youth himself.

It would be strange if there was one!

Sebastian glanced out through the crack of the door with a guilty conscience, already caught in the battle between heaven and man in his heart.

"Go, go, rush out, it's okay...Chris hasn't come back yet! Just take this opportunity to rush out and change clothes!"

——This is the voice urging him to seize the opportunity.

"...Oh, come on honey, what if he comes in halfway through you? Let Chris find it for you when he comes back!"

— This is the voice telling him to wait.

The two sides insisted on their own words, the public said that the public was right and the woman said that the woman was right, and the quarrel was very fierce.Sebastian slapped his head for the last time, and decided to rush out regardless of 21, and find a sheet to wrap up before talking!

So he yelled at Cristiano twice under his breath, and after making sure that there was no one in the room, he quickly rushed out of the bathroom at the speed of grabbing food with his teammates after training, lifted the sheet, and wrapped it around himself.

So when Cristiano came back, what he saw was the tragedy of pillows, quilts, and sheets falling all over the floor.

Of course, there was also a young man who had already changed his clothes and looked so innocent and harmless.

Cristiano silently crossed these two adjectives out of his mind. In his dictionary, these two words—never have anything to do with his cunning friend.

At most, it's just to deceive those unscrupulous experts and reporters!

"Liu Li, did you do something again?"

"Nothing at all!"

"..."

"Uh... At most, I requisitioned your sheets."

So Cristiano's gaze turned to the sheets that had been kneaded out of shape on the ground and were wet and clumps...

Cristiano: ...

When he was about to speak again, a certain teenager who had done bad things and left evidence was trying to change the subject: "...Oh, Chris, the clothes you wear are the same as the ones I wore first!"

Green eyes were shining, and she looked at him in surprise.

So although he had already seen through the opponent's attempt, his attention was still easily diverted.Cristiano snorted: "Of course it's the same...Did you just see it?"

Didn't it just be replaced?

Sebastian slandered in his heart, but he was very wise not to say it on the surface, and then he thought of the things in his box, sobbing silently.

"Chris, this has the logo of the Toulon Cup on it, it's the commemorative shirt of the Toulon Cup!"

After he finished saying this, Sebastian clearly saw the corner of the mouth of the Portuguese youth on the opposite side rise.

"...Whoa, Chris, did you bring this back from Toulon?"

Obviously what he asked was nonsense, because this dress can only be found in Toulon, and the logo is printed on it!However, looking at Cristiano's expression, it doesn't look like he wants to care about the meaning of his nonsense.The corners of the Portuguese young man's mouth turned up, and he nodded while looking at him, with the look of "come and praise me quickly"!

"Don't you collect jerseys, I guess you might like..."

Sebastian looked at his clothes—no matter what he looked at, they couldn't match his jersey.

but--

The boy's eyes curled up, he still likes this dress very much!

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome!"

Cristiano pulled him up. In the evening, the temperature had gradually dropped, and he was not as sun-drenched as in the afternoon.The two walked to the green shade beside the training field, and finally, they simply sat down.

"Oak?"

"Ok?"

"When I was playing in the Toulon Cup, I kept thinking about a question."

"You said."

"If you and I were on the same team, would it be easier for us to win the group stage, and would it be easier to slaughter Italy in the final..."

There was a moment of stagnation in the air.

Sebastian smiled and patted the shoulder of the young man beside him: "What are you thinking, I was still in the Algarve at that time, preparing for the Portuguese Cup final!"

"You can come back after playing the Portuguese Cup. Anyway, there is a few days' time difference between the Portuguese Cup and the Toulon Cup...both can catch up with the final."

"Come on, Chris, is the youth coach going to let a stranger join his team straight away?"

Cristiano didn't turn his head: "But Scolari has called you...he is still the national team coach!"

Sebastian shrugged: "Scolari is not in charge of the youth team."

He wanted to change the topic, but at this moment, Cristiano turned to look at him.The young man's eyes were very quiet, but it was such a different aura from the past that made it difficult for him to resist.

"But you will grow up one day and get called up to the national team. The DFB didn't offer you an olive branch, Oak Oak, they didn't even qualify for the Toulon Cup... why don't you look back and think Thinking about Portugal?"

He pressed his hand on the young man's shoulder, so thin, as if it would shatter if squeezed.However, in this seemingly fragile body, there is unimaginable power.

"Don't be so stubborn, you have been in Portugal longer than you have been in Germany... Oak, your style is completely imprinted with Latinism, what else is like Germany?! Scolari... He has already told me An invitation has been issued, and you - Oak Oak, join Portugal and play with me! The European Cup will be held in Portugal next year, in Lisbon, Porto. Portugal is at its strongest, and we all have a chance!"

His tone is so calm, but the meaning contained in it is by no means calming.Sebastian reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to make a smile, but finally gave up: "Chris... What did Scolari tell you to make you agree to be his lobbyist?"

"Nothing, that's what I expected." Cristiano looked him in the eyes and added, "You always understood."

Yes, he has always understood that Cristiano hopes that one day they will play in the same team.

It would be a lie to say that he didn't look forward to it, but...

Sebastian paused, and removed the young man's hand on his shoulder: "No...Chris, no..."

He hugged his head with his hands in annoyance, and repeated "no" in his mouth, as if someone was stirring with a knife, and his head hurt so much that it was about to explode.

However, Cristiano was unmoved: "Why not?"

"……do not know."

Such an answer...

Cristiano sighed. He looked at the teenagers who were already in a ball, and said slowly: "Li, next season, we may not be able to play football together again."

His tone was slow, and the message in it was undoubtedly explosive.Sebastian suddenly raised his head and asked eagerly, "Why?"

"Because... I may have to transfer."

"Is there any club in Portugal that can snatch you from Sporting? Chris, you are their star of hope!"

However, Cristiano just shook his head.

"Even if you leave Athletic, we will see you on the field...Chris, the Portuguese Super League and cup competitions are impossible to completely avoid, not to mention that Portugal is only so big."

"...is England."

He looked at the eager look on the young man's face, and slowly spit out the answer. After that, he was not surprised to see the stunned look on the young man's face.

The United Kingdom...another place across the English Channel, where there is the Premier League, one of the five major leagues, with the most intense physical confrontation and game rhythm, as well as the old giants with a long history-Manchester United, Liverpool, and Arsenal.

"Which one?"

"Manchester."

So Sebastian understood that the club in Manchester, Manchester United, known as the "Red Devils", the Premier League hegemony, was coached by Sir Alex Ferguson-created in the Champions League final at Camp Nou in 1999 The miracle is talked about, and they, in the season just past, won the Premier League again.

If Cristiano really went to Manchester United, it would undoubtedly be very good.The Red Devils are definitely much stronger than Sporting Lisbon, there is a wider stage there, not to mention that the old man is also a good player in the first player!

The only trouble is, if this is the case, it will be difficult for them to see them on the field.

"are you sure?"

"Not yet... But, it should be."

Sebastian thought for a while, then suddenly laughed, he patted Cristiano's shoulder with his hand: "Congratulations, Chris, you have finally left the country!"

Cristiano didn't knock off his hand, but touched his head with his hand.

This non-knocking and touching movement was very strange, Sebastian looked up at him, and met the young man's eyes.

"So, do you want to go abroad too?"

"I heard from Manchester United's scouts that they are interested in you... too."

"If we can't play together in the national team...then we can at least be team-mates in the club."

England, Red Devils, Manchester United!