[football] this god

Like every time, the dispute between Cristiano and Mendes ended with Mendes backing down-"When the schedule is a little easier, I will talk to the Jazz about it. Don't worry about it." Look at me Cristiano! That's not what I thought either. Your goddamn hobby Sir already knows, I can't let you do this without him! Stop your arguing! Cristiano, this is my greatest love for you Limit tolerance, if you really want to go to Barcelona, ​​shut up now."

Cristiano stroked his curly hair and muttered, "Who would let you do this except me?"

Mendes gave him a hard look, "What did you say?"

Cristiano stroked his curly hair, turned on the TV to watch a talk show, and muttered, "Learn English!" - when Mendes was about to threaten him to turn off the TV, he said so confidently.

Mendes rolled his eyes, sat down and started calling the Manchester United club, hoping to arrange a time to meet the Jazz as soon as possible.

Cristiano despaired of this boring talk show after watching it for only 2 minutes, and he changed the channel.

"Barcelona star Messi performed well in training today."

When Mendes heard Messi's name, he immediately became nervous and turned his head to stare at Cristiano. Cristiano bit the bullet and didn't change the channel.

"Of course, we will consider letting Leo complete his La Liga debut in the near future." In an interview broadcast on TV, Barcelona coach Frank Rijkaard said, "He performed very well in training and I think he deserves this. .”

——Cristiano thought it was time to call a member of the Barcelona locker room to say hello.

Leo was still smiling at Mr Rijkaard's compliment until he returned to the dressing room.

Seeing him happy, Harvey and Iniesta felt a lot more at ease—the two chatted quietly while paying attention to Leo.

Like new parents who never forget to keep an eye on their stroller even when they are making out - the esteemed Mr. Ronaldinho decided to add this metaphor to his collection of top ten quotes from life.

"Really? You plan to come and see me..." At this time, the young Portuguese Quaresma in the locker room happily answered the phone, speaking Portuguese cheerfully—but soon, he became Filled with righteous indignation, "Hey! What is this saying? What do you mean you are just here to travel and see me just by the way? Cristiano, if you say that, I will break up with you!"

Cristiano is a very common name, so neither Xavi nor Iniesta—even Ronaldinho—didn't take the call too seriously, they just glanced at it and their voices suddenly increased due to excitement. Big Quaresma, then resumed his conversation.

Leo was the only one who had an apparent reflex when he heard the name "Cristiano."

He immediately raised his head to look at where Quaresma was sitting. Maybe his eyes were too focused. Quaresma, who was talking on the phone with his shoulder under his shoulder while taking off his socks, realized that he was looking at himself— — Quaresma looked up at Leo in surprise, so much so that he forgot to answer Cristiano on the phone.

"Hey, Rich? Did your breakup take effect so quickly?" Cristiano thought it was strange that Quaresma didn't speak suddenly, so he joked with him, "When did you become so efficient?"

At this time, Iniesta, who always had one eye on his stroller, was the first to react. He walked up to Leo, "What's the matter, Leo?"——but until this time, Iniesta Star also didn't realize that this Cristiano was that Cristiano.

"What's the matter, Rich?" Cristiano urged on the other end of the phone.

"Ah, oh...it's nothing..." Quaresma obviously still couldn't figure out why Leo was looking at him, he stroked the back of his head and lowered his voice, "It's just...maybe it's because my voice suddenly became louder just now, Scared the rest of the locker room." - He didn't say Messi's name, which is mainly due to Mendes.

"Don't even mention that unlucky little guy at Barcelona in a chat with Cristiano! I'm so fed up!"

"...Jorge, calm down... which little guy?"

"Messi! Who else! That Leo Messi from Barcelona!"

"Leo? Why?"

"Didn't I tell you not to mention this name? My God, my allergies are back, stop talking to me!"

"My God, Jorge, what is your allergy? Do you need to go to the hospital to get checked?"

"Messi allergic! Shut up, Rich, don't mention him!"

"...You mentioned him! It's not fair!"

"Any nickname is not allowed! Not even YouKnowWho!"

To be honest, Quaresma was really intimidated by Mendes' attitude that day. He even felt that he should have prepared an epitaph for Mendes in advance: "Died of Leo Messi's allergy-enough Didn’t you say that you are not allowed to mention him?”

"Okay, then keep your voice down." Cristiano didn't think much, "Anyway, I'll stop by to see you, you'd better find the best restaurant in Barcelona to entertain me, any bad hospitality may lead to a short-term break-up."

Quaresma whispered a few more words to Cristiano, and then put down the phone contentedly, grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

"Hey, Ricardo."

Quaresma had been on the phone for some time, so he expected everyone else to be gone when he got to the bathroom - but to his surprise, Leo was still there and said hello .

Quaresma didn't take it seriously at first, because Leo wasn't a quick guy, and it was a matter of basic etiquette to meet and greet as a teammate—"Hey, Leo."

"Uh, Ricardo, can I ask you something?" Leo looked hesitant.

Quaresma was really shocked-Xavi and Iniesta's good baby, Leo, who can't talk much to Xavi and Iniesta for a day, is talking to him. Is this world real?He nodded dizzily, "If you want to ask."

Leo rubbed the corner of the towel unconsciously, "Is that Cristiano from Manchester United just now? - Ah, you know, he has caused a lot of topics in the Premier League, um, a lot of people are paying attention to him."

The world seemed less real to Quaresma.

"Yes?" He hesitated and said, "Uh...do you know each other?"—Combined with Mendez's attitude that day, Quaresma felt that this might be the only possibility.

Leo shook his head. "No, of course not. I just watched him play and he...he was great - so, is he coming to Barcelona?"

Quaresma nodded.

To be honest, even if Leo suddenly told him that he wanted to see Cristiano at this time, he couldn't be more surprised.

"It's nothing, just a little curious - is he coming to the Nou Camp to see you? When?"

"How long in advance are your starting rosters come out-please, of course I am asking you to know in advance." Quaresma suddenly remembered that Cristiano lowered his voice just now, and asked him mysteriously.

"Don't try to make me the ghost in the locker room, thank you Cristiano, please do me a favor, I will never reveal this to you." Quaresma was almost moved by his loyalty.

"It's possible? I don't know." For unknown reasons, Quaresma answered Leo vaguely, "Leo, you..."

You...why are you asking this?

But before Quaresma could finish his sentence, Leo shook his head, "It's nothing, that's it, Ricardo. I have something to do and I have to leave quickly, so...uh, good day."

This is not "nothing" at all, and there is no way "just like this"... Quaresma stroked his chin, feeling more and more strange about Leo's attitude.He... oh my god, didn't he want Cristiano to watch him play?

Quaresma was taken aback by the thought, but just ten seconds later he was laughing and shaking his head vigorously, singing and going to the shower: How is this possible?They don't even know each other at all... You're overthinking— he told himself.

Ah, today is another sunny day in Barcelona - Mr. Quaresma thinks so, he can try the roast suckling pig in the restaurant near his home in the evening, and if it tastes good, he will take Cristiano there.

Wish it was meringue.

The author has something to say: [Of course winning the championship can't just be more! ! ! ! !Am I that kind of person? ? ? ? ? ? ? 】

[Bragging is like a girl's youth, too late to wait]

[Winning Celebration Jokes] [You Buddha who is playing with your mobile phone calmly and without waves]

With 10 minutes left to win the championship, Mr. Florentino played with his mobile phone calmly.

To be precise, I use my mobile phone to keep a diary.

2017 5 Month 21 Day.

clear.

The Rose Garden Stadium was sunny and sunny. When I looked up, I could still see the sun smiling brightly at me.

I know that countless cameras are trying to capture my ecstasy at this moment, but I never bother to do so.

I am the president of Real Madrid, the reserved male god of Madrid.

Today will be no exception.

but……

Real Nima's cool, cool, cool, cool! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Go and ask me how the invention of artificial human technology is going! ! ! ! ! ! !

You don't have to look for five hundred million, just copy ten Ronaldo for me now!

Today's Florentino is still the reserved male god in Madrid.