[football] this god

I'm wondering whether to buy tickets for this year's Champions League final, should I go? "Leo asked Ronaldo before the Champions League final, "I will go to the World Youth Championship next, and I can't meet this summer."

Cristiano wanted to see this tragedy very much, but out of the last sympathy of mankind, he still rejected this very tempting proposal, "You have to be with football all summer, so you can't do it at the end of spring." Something meaningful?"

Leo felt that this was very unusual. After all, although neither of them had only one hobby of football, they were obviously not people with very wide interests-in other words, their main hobby was football.And for someone whose main hobby and only career is football, it is very strange not to watch the Champions League final.

"Of course it's okay not to watch the final, but my question is what else can you do?"

This is a very good question.

Cristiano fell into deep thought about this—it was obviously impossible for the two of them to go to the amusement park or go shopping, after all, Mr. Macy was not a very romantic little girl.

Of course, he is not, he is just romantic, but not a little girl.

"It's too dangerous to go to the scene, it's easy to be found, you can come to my house." Cristiano finally decided, "I will let Hugo take my parents back to Portugal to bask in the sun or something."

Leo readily agreed-he has nothing to be dissatisfied with, after all, he also saved two tickets.

However, considering Mr. Ronaldo's generous donation of tickets to last year's Champions League final, Leo reciprocated. This time he bought a bouquet of roses on the way to his home.

—Antonella told him that boys should bring roses on dates.And the more the merrier.

This would explain why the corners of Cristiano's mouth twitched when he opened the door and saw Leo.

"I'm assuming you're mentally out of pink girlhood." Cristiano glared at Leo, who was holding a bouquet of at least 99 roses, and while making complaints, obediently moved out of the way to let him in. "Mr. Macy, how old are you?"

Leo glanced back at him, "Give me a flower pot, I want to put flowers."

"It's a vase, thank you. No one puts roses in a flower pot, and you don't want to plant grass." Cristiano quickly pulled out the lily that his sister bought yesterday from the vase on the dining room table and threw it into the trash bucket, and handed the bottle to Leo—he even remembered to change it for clean water.

Leo didn't bother to pay attention to him, and took the vase and wanted to stuff the whole bouquet of roses directly into it.

Cristiano rescued the innocent roses - he unwrapped the gift paper and ribbon that wrapped the flowers, and stuffed the entire bouquet straight into the vase.

Leo didn't feel that Mr. Ronaldo's steps were different from his at all, but he didn't say anything. He just found a pair of scissors and cut open the flower fertilizer bag for flower distribution, and poured the flower fertilizer into the water.

——He admired the bouquet of flowers he bought, but he still didn't quite understand why Anton insisted that roses are a must for a date.But he decided to give up studying this, because he has more important things, "Do you have food at home? I'm hungry."

Cristiano took back the evaluation that Mr. Messi is a "pink girl", because the pink girl would not directly ask for a meal after walking into her boyfriend's house with a rose.

While thinking, Cristiano brought the rose into the living room and placed it in a conspicuous position.

"Hugo has half a pizza left in the morning. You can heat it in the microwave and eat something first... I'll order a takeaway or something." Cristiano said as he walked back to the restaurant and began to look at his sister Katia. A large stack of takeaway orders came back, "Steak or seafood?"

"Steak, I eat seafood every day in Barcelona." Leo's voice came from the kitchen, a little vaguely, "I want to drink black tea. You should have it here?"

"Can you die of thirst?" Cristiano snapped back subconsciously, "I bought mate tea, it's in the cupboard, you can drink that - of course, if you insist on drinking black tea, black tea is also there In the cupboard."

Although Leo seems to be slow, his movements are actually quite fast. In less than 5 minutes, he came out with a pizza and a teacup, arranged everything, and then used the pillows on Cristiano's sofa to pile up a The most comfortable shape - sitting cross-legged on the carpet, watching the news on TV, eating and drinking tea, waiting for the game to start.

——"Do you understand?" When Cristiano saw this scene, he refused to admit that he suddenly felt a little strange, and in order to cover up the strangeness, he had no choice but to continue to yell at Messi.

Leo glanced at Cristiano who tried to make himself more comfortable with the remaining pillows, "I don't understand, I'm just passing the time."

Very sincere, very immodest.

Cristiano complained.

"By the way, who do you think will win the game tonight?" Leo asked vaguely while eating pizza, "I'm optimistic about Milan."

... stupid humans.Cristiano complained.

"Of course it's Liverpool-I bet Liverpool will win the championship." Cristiano used the script in his hand without hesitation-although he was a little sorry for Kaka.

Leo glanced at Cristiano, as if he thought he was stupid enough to choose Liverpool, "Do you know how many years Liverpool haven't played in the Champions League final? It's a miracle that they can reach the final this year."

"I believe in miracles," insisted Cristiano, after all that this year's Champions League final is clearly about to go down in history no matter how you count it - legendary, entertaining or tragic. Into the annals of history, "Didn't you be very optimistic about Porto last year, did Porto reach the Champions League final?"

Leo mocked Cristiano's illusory fantasy, "Porto's opponents are also in the same situation, not to mention that we have to admit that Mourinho's tactics are indeed advanced-so, bet? Do you want to bet on one? If I What if we win?"

It is impossible for Mr. Messi to beat Cristiano, who has a script, and Cristiano is very sure of this, "You can't win-what if I win?"

You see, Mr. Ronaldo still has a sense of fair competition. He knows that he is a person with a script, and he should give a little courtesy to ordinary people who don't have a script when it comes to betting.

"You can do whatever you want." Leo obviously didn't believe that there would be a problem with his judgment. "Punish me however you want."

Cristiano was taken aback by this sentence. Of course he knew what Messi meant by saying "I can't lose, so I don't bother to think about what I would do if you win", but this sentence is always wrong. too natural.

Leo didn't think much at first, but after a while he didn't hear Ronaldo's answer, and when he subconsciously looked back at him, he saw Ronaldo's indescribable expression—he still didn't understand.

Leo asked a little puzzled, "What's wrong?"

——Although Leo also grew up in a youth training camp full of boys, Leo is the one who is the least talkative and the least good at socializing after all. A sarcastic conversation about something.No one ever tried to drag him into such a conversation, either.

So although Leo is certainly not ignorant of this kind of thing, he certainly does not have the "sensitivity" of other peers.

Cristiano didn't expect that Messi would not think of the "inappropriate" of what he said just now, but looking at the other person's eyes, he felt that it seemed too insignificant to say it directly-to say that he was changing clothes "before" and now In the office, there are quite a few times when I talk yellow accents with my teammates. After all, if a group of rough people get together and don’t want to talk about business, then they can only talk about "business".But Messi's expression may be embarrassing to anyone.

Cristiano hemmed and hawed for a while, and said to him from left to right, "Anyway, I'm sure to win."

——It was even more suspicious. Leo looked at Ronaldo, but after thinking about it for a while, he didn't want to look stupid, so he insisted on not asking him directly.

"I was watching with my friend and I thought Milan would win but my friend bet me on Liverpool and he said 'if I lose you can punish me as you want' - is there anything wrong with that? ? "

In the next second, Mr. Fabregas replied quickly.

"Me and Gerrard are also waiting for the live broadcast of the game to start. I also think that Milan has a better chance of winning, but Gerrard just doesn't believe me. You remind me, and I will make a bet with him. I plan to let him give me Buying a new gamepad - by the way, Leo, I really didn't expect you to have such luck. God, is that girl pretty?"

"Don't try to fool me, Leo, that can't be a boy. Seriously, what boy would be stupid enough to say that to another boy?"

"Oh yes, by the way, Gerald asked me to remind you to take precautions - you know what I'm talking about, excuse to go out to buy a drink or something during the intermission, and then...you know, the vending machine There are some for sale."

Even a real fool would know what it meant, and Leo wasn't stupid at all.

Leo understood in an instant, and he blushed all of a sudden.