[football] this god

Cristiano was still all smiles when he returned to the dressing room.

At this time, he was still a young man in the coaching circle, and he hadn’t been almost a god in Portugal like he was after winning the European Cup in 2016. Santos stood in front of the small blackboard where the tactics were drawn, looked at Cristiano, and kept silent until the assistant coach poked hard. He clicked twice, indicating that he had to tell everyone whether the offensive and defensive strategies for the second half needed to be changed, and then he suddenly woke up from his contemplation.

This is probably the last time he coached this young man-Santos thinks this way, probably Arsenal will take him away at all costs after watching this game.

"Cristiano, the second half..." Santos stopped suddenly when he said this.

The smile on Cristiano's face has not disappeared, but when he heard Santos' unfinished words, he was still a little confused besides the smile, "Yes, sir? What do you need me to do?"

Santos wanted him out for the second half.

But Santos knew he shouldn't do this. Cristiano is an important offensive and organizational point in the team's frontcourt. Being irresponsible to Cristiano is also irresponsible to the game and the team itself.

He'd love to lock this kid up in the locker room, but he shouldn't.

"It's nothing, you did a good job in the first half, you can choose to attack more in the second half - if the timing is right, I trust your judgment, you know what is the right timing." Santos said - he thought it would be very difficult A sentence, but for some reason, when he actually said it, he found it was not difficult at all.

Cristiano looked a bit surprised, he did not seem to expect Santos to encourage him to attack.

Neither did everyone else present.

Everyone knows what Cristiano's performance in the first half is. That performance is the most brilliant performance of many midfielders who have entered the mature stage in a season, and if you consider Cristiano's age and his age If the physical development is limited, anyone can say that this young man will still be listed in the world football hall by FIFA after 100 years.

All Sporting Lisbon people want to keep him as long as possible, so that Lisbon will become an indelible page in his future glorious life.

But Santos seems to be doing the opposite.

He encouraged the young man to attack in this warm-up match with a top giant like Manchester United, and encouraged him to show his abilities and skills-this is not a retention, this is a farewell.

"Oh..." Cristiano sighed softly, and then said to Santos, "Thank you, sir."

Santos seemed to want to laugh, but he still didn't laugh. He just walked up to Cristiano and patted him on the shoulder hesitantly.

"Okay, come back in the second half, Sporting Lisbon led Manchester United 1-0 with Cristiano's goal in the first half. Manchester United will definitely focus on marking Cristiano in the second half - but then again, why is Sir Alex Ferguson not on the sidelines now? ?” The commentator found a little unusual when the live camera scanned the Manchester United bench, “The Manchester United bench players look very relaxed... Lisbon needs to pay more attention.”

This is unusual, not only the commentator found out, but also the surrounding reporters and the player staff in Lisbon. Everyone was whispering and discussing why Sir Alex Ferguson suddenly disappeared at this time.

"No, of course I'm not asking, I'm just making such a suggestion." Of course, the Jazz, who has attracted much attention, disappeared without biu. My suggestion is: You need to make a formal offer to Sporting Lisbon right now, and grab that new Ronaldo at all costs-if I find out that he appears in Arsenal next season or any other team except Manchester United, we can do it. Have a good talk."

People at the club were dissatisfied, but it was Sir Alex Ferguson after all, so they didn't dare to say anything, "Yes Sir, but our problem is... you know, we have sent people to make inquiries with Sporting Lisbon. -Yeah yeah we started fast when you brought it up to us. But the thing is, Lisbon thinks a kid like that shouldn't be under £1800m - huh? 1800m? He's not real Ronaldo!"

"He is." Sir Alex Ferguson said bluntly, "I bought him, 1800 million is not much at all."

Club officials dare not be angry or speak out.

Everything that happened in the dressing room of the visiting team, Cristiano can certainly guess from his previous experience, but he is unwilling to make more guesses about it, he just wants to leave more good memories of one point in the Sporting Lisbon stadium .

He never regretted that he left home for England as a teenager, and he never regretted joining Real Madrid at the heyday of his life and enduring the quarter-finals of the UEFA Champions League for a year. It's a pity to play for a Portuguese club again.

Maybe he will not return to the league in his home country in the end, but maybe he can bring a little more happiness to every audience here today.

The ball was passed to the midfielder. Cristiano sprinted forward facing the direction of the wind, while estimating the passing route and speed of the ball. Then he slowed down a little at a certain place, waiting for the moment when the ball was passed in place. Shots on goal - the perfect plan.

Then, when the ball reached the penultimate step, someone passed it out of the baseline.

Cristiano stood there dumbfounded, watching the ball roll silently on the grass, and [-] swear words crossed his mind in an instant.

"What a good striker fears most is a stupid midfielder."

When Cristiano heard someone attacking him personally in English, he turned his head angrily, and then saw Manchester United's good defender, Ferdinand who tried to defend him several times, but miscalculated and misplaced—seeing Ferdinand's current expression probably I am gratified: Great, the ball was lucky to go out, otherwise I would be in big trouble.

"But as long as I'm in place every time, I'll catch the ball once out of ten times!" Cristiano puffed up his cheeks to refute Ferdinand.

"A hundred times," Ferdinand added as his teammate was about to hit the baseline.

"?" Cristiano couldn't keep up with this fast-moving train of thought.

"Once in a hundred times they match your judgment - but it's different at Manchester United," Ferdinand said.

Cristiano glared at Ferdinand, "Wait and see!"

Ferdinand didn't take this sentence seriously at first and didn't know what it was referring to. To be honest, there are so many young people who say harsh words on the court, Ferdinand is too lazy to remember such things.

But Ferdinand soon regretted it.

"Sporting Lisbon midfield interception! Yes, young Ronaldo! Quick turn and forward ball, Manchester United midfielder chasing... but can't catch up."

"The defender tried to steal! Ronaldo dribbled the ball and passed it to himself three seconds later, the chest stopped the ball and the movement was very smooth-ah, another defender intercepted! It was crotch! Ronaldo passed the crotch and dropped the second a guard."

"The midfielder came back to catch up, diagonally behind the tackle - there is no chance to touch the ball, the referee? Why not red...???"

"Ronaldo bounced off the ground and went on the attack?"

"Okay okay, in the principle of attacking advantage? Anyway, the referee didn't say anything. Ronaldo continued to drive forward with the ball - there are two defenders in the penalty area! Sporting Lisbon also has attacking players to catch up! Ronaldo can pass the ball Can shoot!"

The whole world experiences about ten seconds of silence, like eternal forests and eternal glaciers.

"Legends come to Portugal! Light shines on Lisbon!" The commentator jumped up, with tears in his eyes.

Sir Alex Ferguson listened to the chanting of the name "Ronaldo" bursting out in the stadium, and looked at the distant Cristiano who gave a thumbs up triumphantly to the dumbfounded Fernandi.

"If you buy him, you have to buy 2800 million." Jazz said slowly, "If you don't have enough money, sell Ferdinand."