[football] this god

When Cristiano came out of the shower, Leo was already asleep. He didn't know what dream he had, and he was muttering something.

Cristiano leaned over and wanted to gossip. If Messi revealed some Barcelona secrets in his dream, he would use this to blackmail Messi and make Messi...

What should he do?Try something new?He likes this bondage very much today, but he can't play it all the time, he will get tired of it.

"Sir, I'm not an extra person in Argentina..." Leo said vaguely, then fell silent and continued to sleep.

All of Cristiano's imaginations stopped. He recalled this sentence, and suddenly realized that the reason for his cold war with himself might not be the same as his guess.

——"Hey, you must be drunk..."

After Cristiano retired, he was once invited to participate in the annual celebration in Zurich as an award presenter at the same time as Messi. On that night, Cristiano witnessed the legendary "one cup pour".

"Can't drink but still drink..." Cristiano looked at Messi, who was asleep on the bar counter, and then looked up at the bartender who asked the front desk person to call his room just now, " But I'm not his guardian...and I don't know him well, can't you ask your colleague to go to the front desk to ask for his room number, and ask the front desk person to call his room and ask someone to pick him up? "

The bartender rubbed the back of his head, "We've been there, but Mrs. Macy didn't come to Zurich today."

"Then I look like Mrs. Messi or old Messi? The former Ballon d'Or winner can't come to Zurich alone, can he? Where's his team?"

"The front desk doesn't know which room is occupied by his team... The old Mr. Macy didn't come this year." The bartender said shyly, "It's late at night, and the hotel really doesn't have any extra people to take Mr. Macy back to the room."

This is an unprofessional team that actually evaporates at a critical moment.

Cristiano rolled his eyes and reluctantly walked over to poke Messi in the ribs, "Get up, get up."

Messi, who seemed to have passed out, actually woke up at this time—although he didn't look sober, at least he opened his eyes.

The bartender was amazed in his heart, thinking that this might not be the legendary telepathy, right?

"Why are you still here?" Messi muttered.

The bartender's ears pricked up, and his gossiping heart was burning.

"Are you awake? Then go back to sleep quickly, don't be annoying here." Cristiano didn't bother with the drunk, nor did he listen carefully to what he said, but just yawned and urged Messi.

Messi may have a headache, leaning on the bar with one hand resting on his forehead and elbows, closing his eyes and frowning, his voice is a little hoarse, "Why didn't you go back to Portugal?"

Cristiano looked at Messi, who was chatting with him but refused to stand up, speechlessly, "If you wake up, go by yourself, I'm going back to sleep."

Cristiano ignored him, stood up and was about to leave.

But he never expected that Messi grabbed his hand, "I don't want to go back to Argentina."

Cristiano originally thought that Messi was drunk and talked too much, but when he heard this sentence, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, so he immediately looked up at the bartender, took out twenty euros from his pocket and stuffed it into the bartender's hand——no A lot, but he only had such a little cash on him.

Without saying a word, the bartender turned around and left, leaving the entire bar to these two people.

Only then did Cristiano realize what he had done: he actually lost twenty euros for Messi.

Regret.

"Maradona said Argentina didn't win the World Cup because they didn't have a Ronaldo," Messi said vaguely. "I'm superfluous. Argentina doesn't need me."

Cristiano caught every word.But he wasn't drunk, he couldn't say it wasn't your fault that Argentina didn't win the World Cup.

If Portugal fails to win the intercontinental championship, then he is the country's sinner. In the same way, if Argentina fails to win the international championship, or even the intercontinental championship, Messi must be the first person responsible.

What they get are some of the world's highest salaries and large business contracts. They have what all men should have and want to have.Then they should naturally take on something - they are not children anymore, and they have to give back as much as they get.

"I don't want to go back to Argentina, I'm afraid that all Argentines will think I'm superfluous."

Only then did Cristiano realize that Messi had confusedly thought it was 2014—it had been so long, they had all retired, and the first thing he thought of when he was drunk was 2014.Cristiano felt that they were still equally pitiful after all.

"You are not redundant." Cristiano didn't want to untie the lost lamb like a priest, but Messi's appearance was so pitiful that it was hard for him to turn a blind eye, "Okay, you're drunk, I'll see you off, you Go back to sleep now."

"My biggest dream is to be recognized, but if you are here one day, I will not be recognized by Argentina." Messi seemed to have not heard Cristiano's words at all, "I don't want to see you, but you are still haunted."

Cristiano froze for a moment, but said nothing.

"I never hated you, but as long as I think of Maradona, I hate you." Messi said, as if he was about to cry, "How am I not as good as you? You are only the third in the group, but what about me? ? I took Argentina to the final!"

Messi's voice suddenly became louder, and Cristiano looked uneasily at the bartender standing outside the bar door with his back to them.After thinking for a while, he still took out his mobile phone and sent a message to his assistant, asking him to come down and take a lot of cash and stuff it with the bartender—in order to cover up Messi's embarrassment, he really lost blood today.

"Yes, yes, yes, you are the king of the ball, the king of the ball, you should go back to sleep quickly..." Cristiano thought that he was spending money for Messi, and his heart was bleeding.

"I'm not the king of the ball, what's the point of being the king of the ball?" Messi said intermittently, "I want to win you, I want to win you and show Maradona and you. I can’t help but look at you. I want to look at you, but I have to stay away from you, because as soon as I see you, I remember that I am a superfluous person.”

Cristiano stood there dumbfounded, forgetting about the huge sum of money he had spent just now.

"What did you say?" Cristiano asked.

"I get angry when I see you, I get upset when I see you, but I have to look at you so I can know..."

"Know what?" Cristiano hopped his feet anxiously after he stopped talking, as if he saw those little brats in Portugal kicking the ball away and passing the ball on time, "Speak up!"

Messi still didn't say it, he still fell asleep because he was drunk.

Cristiano thought he was unlucky, dragged Messi to his room with a slumped face, and found the room card from his jacket pocket, finally completing the mission.

——Cristiano sighed, but after thinking about it, he felt that the middle of the night was not a good time to talk about life, so he covered his head with a quilt and went to bed first.

But because Cristiano had something on his mind, although he went to bed late, he woke up no later than Leo, "Good morning."

"Mmm, morning." Leo yawned, with half-closed eyes, he poked his feet on the ground beside the bed to find his slippers.

"You were talking in your sleep last night." Cristiano cut to the chase without wasting a second.

Leo has no sense of crisis at all, "Oh."

"You are not redundant, you are the most important part of Argentina." Cristiano did not repeat his dream, but answered him directly.

Leo's spine stiffened.

"I really didn't expect you to suddenly disappear because of Maradona's words." Cristiano couldn't help feeling, "Although I can understand that Maradona has special meaning to Argentina, I still feel... Uh..." Cristiano felt that continuing to speak would make the atmosphere less friendly, so he was a little hesitant.

Leo bent down to find another slipper, "He is the most special person in the history of Argentina, if not for him, I would never believe that a player can really make the country proud of him - I was diagnosed with growth closure At that time, I felt that there was no hope for me, and it was meaningless to continue playing football. But the coach of my youth training camp told me that Maradona watched a youth team game and specially asked our coach to pay more attention to me. ——Although he didn’t even know my name at that time.”

Cristiano said nothing.

"I thought at the time that a great player like him thinks I can do something, so I want to let him know that I really deserve his praise, that I am the best."

But in the end, he had already forgotten about it, and said that the person Argentina needs most is you.Leo added this sentence in his heart.I've come this far to prove him right, and he admits he's wrong.

Cristiano sighed, thinking that Maradona and Pele are a natural match, one has a crow's mouth, and the other just adds to the chaos with one mouth.

"Then what do you think now?" Cristiano frowned and began to think about how to correct the young man's immature thoughts if Messi said to break up later.

"What do I think?" Leo repeated. "I'll fight you on the court, but I don't want it to affect our personal relationship."

After all, Rio is different from "Messi". "Messi" was not young at the time. He went a farther way than Rio to prove himself, but in the end he heard Maradona say that Argentina lacked The most important thing is Ronaldo-Leo is still young, he has not experienced too many setbacks for the national team, and he is more confident and looking forward to the future.

Leo glanced back at Cristiano.

"After all, I guess I still kind of like you."

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