[football] this god

Cristiano quickly dodged the empty plastic bottles thrown by the Jazz, other people's smelly jerseys, smelly socks, and used bandages that the team doctor hadn't had time to put away.

"The last time the Jazz threw me with a tactical board." Giggs complained of this kind of differential treatment concisely. "My forehead was blue for several days."

"However, the Jazz just punished Cristiano symbolically this time with something that has no offensive power. This is undoubtedly unfair." Van Nistelrooy summed up Giggs' words in this way, and had to accept the The tactical board thrown over.

"Go to Barcelona!" Jazz yelled at Cristiano.

The sky was very blue that day, Cristiano was wearing a big mask and black-framed flat glasses like a patient with a bad cold, a pair of big thief eyes rolling, "Jorge, tell me, my financial situation is already miserable Is it too late to buy a better ticket closer to the stadium?" — he asked Mendes, who was wearing a peaked cap, in his seat next to the aisle of the home team's locker room.

Mendes glared at him, "Oh, far away? Then do you want to be a ball boy for Barcelona?"

Cristiano shut up.

It was also at this time that Messi followed the team out of the aisle—it was almost the same as Cristiano remembered, the little man was still as silent, without a warm smile or complete indifference, just the kind of alienation but politeness that would annoy others smile.

Cristiano hated this, but was extremely relieved when he saw this.Because he knew it when he saw this, he knew that this little man was indeed the little man with whom he had smiled and greeted in Zurich but had a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Mendez glanced at where Cristiano looked, and then took out the sunglasses and earplugs that he had prepared earlier, "I have allergies, shut up Cristiano." - He faced Cristiano Said so calmly with a mocking face.

Cristiano shrugged and ignored him.

Leo walked to the sidelines and followed others to take a group photo of the starting 12. He smiled at the camera, but maybe the tens of thousands of people in the audience were only known by Cristiano sitting in an inconspicuous corner of the stands. There is nothing in the heart and eyes of the tall man.

"Congratulations, today's goal is very good." After Cristiano forgot which national derby, Messi congratulated him like this-quietly, behind everyone's back, they were like two secretly eating candy at that time Children who are afraid of being discovered by their parents.

"Uh, thank you," Cristiano whispered, "but it's mainly because of Lucas' good pass."

Messi, with his trademark smile, said nothing.

"Although you don't speak, why do I always feel that you want to ask me who Lucas is..." Cristiano said helplessly, patting the grass clippings on his clothes.

"Who is Lucas?" Messi didn't seem to mind sneaking a few more words with Cristiano.

"...Forget it, when I didn't say..." Cristiano sighed, "So you don't care about the full names of your old opponent's players at all?"

"I'm concerned." Macy still had that tepid smile, neither feeling terribly embarrassed nor overly eager to know the answer. "Do you want me to say your full name to prove it?"

Cristiano rolled his eyes, "I mean except me! But thanks, I'll go home and recite your full name in return."

"I can try to remember." Messi was still laughing, but it seemed that this was just a very common courtesy phrase, without any sincerity.

Cristiano sighed. He knew very well "then" and now that Messi doesn't care about the vast majority of people in this world-names are just a small microcosm of his neglect of the world.He is completely focused, completely focused on what he wants to do and the people he thinks are worth caring about. As for the rest of the world, everything in the world is just entertainment when he needs entertainment.

It was a very typical Barcelona-style victory, from Cristiano's point of view, very typical-this is not to say how Cristiano has devoted himself to studying Barcelona's tactics and traditions formed over generations, It just means that Messi's performance is very typical, very Messi.

Of course, this is not to say that everyone in Barcelona other than Messi is unimportant, it's just... very bluntly, apart from Messi, Cristiano really didn't care about anyone else in Barcelona.

Well, having said that, it was a very Messi-esque performance, which sums it up like this: crazy dribbles, assists and goals.

Although the goal was fruitless, the madness and the assists given to Ronaldinho were real.

Cristiano looked at the little man running all over the field, and suddenly thought that he had never watched the opponent's game so calmly for even a second-when he was young, he was always critical and dissatisfied when he watched the opponent's game. I always can't figure out why I should be said to be inferior to the other party.Later, when he got older, he had to care about many times more than before, so he no longer had the time to look at it.At most, it's just a glance at the score after the game is over.

"Jorge," Cristiano turned to Mendes at the end of the game, "Messi is indeed a genius." This was perhaps the first time he had said it so calmly.

"Am I not as good as him?"

Cristiano clearly remembers one of his early years, after watching a Barcelona game, he flew into a rage and questioned everyone around him like this.

"Between people? Is passing people all there is to football? This is not a wild field, not a ghostly place to play tricks to attract girls' attention! This is a professional arena, a modern version of the ancient Roman Colosseum! We are fighting for blood, not some ridiculous, stupid tricks!" In such a rage, he smashed the glass coffee table at home with something that he didn't know - after that, the mother and the door Des began to guard against death, forbidding him to use too much glass furniture in his home.

"The pace of the feet? Ha, isn't it? Of course it is quite great, considering that he is only 1.7 meters, but I am 1.8 meters!" If he could have seen it at the time, he would have known what kind of binocular he was. Flushed and hideous.

"If I had Xavi and Iniesta by my side..."

"Shut up! Cristiano!" Mendes, who always tolerated and loved him, yelled angrily at that time, "You are a Real Madrid player, and Barcelona's players are no better than your teammates. You'd better Always remember this!"

His chest heaved violently, but he couldn't say a word. ——He recalls now that he can't tell whether he was more wronged or bitter and painful. He only knows that at that time he was burnt beyond recognition by jealousy and resentment.

He couldn't help but dislike himself at that time.

But even if he doesn't like it anymore, he can't let go of that past and say "Messi is such a genius" in the years to come.

But now, suddenly, he said it—a little bit of relief and nostalgia.

He suddenly realized how much he was afraid of losing this old rival. He was so afraid that as long as he saw that the other was the same person he remembered, the same person who would make his life less monotonous, he would be relieved, and he could just The son abandons the anger and grievances of the past.

But Mendes seemed unmoved by his words.

Cristiano was a little surprised, but he quickly remembered that the Mendes sitting next to him hadn't experienced his "past", and...he still had something plugged in his ears—he went on to Thinking of Mendez's Messi allergy, he gave up stimulating his old buddy.

Cristiano doesn't know.

Cristiano didn't know that Mendes actually heard every word he said, and he didn't know what kind of storm this caused in Mendes' heart.

He didn't know how to answer, so he could only choose to remain silent and pretend he didn't hear.

After the ceremonial handshake between the Barcelona players and the opponent, Mendes began to leave the field in twos and threes. Mendes felt that it was time to take away the earplugs, "Come on, you still have an appointment with Rich."

I don't know what kind of mood it was, but Cristiano didn't move for a while, he just lay on the guardrail and watched the Barcelona players exiting the field.

The last one to come over was Leo who lowered his head and was full of thoughts.

Leo was rueful about the chance he had missed, but at a certain point in the tunnel he looked up.

Cristiano was caught off guard.

For no reason, Leo didn't know why he could recognize the Premier League star lurking in the Nou Camp stands at a glance-and what surprised him even more was that he quickly took off his shirt almost subconsciously. The jersey was desperately thrown into the stands.

Cristiano was taken aback by this sudden move, and made a grabbing motion completely instinctively and grabbed Leo's jersey.

The noise of the stadium was so loud that it was difficult to hear Mendes' urging words.

But Cristiano heard Messi's words clearly.

"Keep it," Messi said.

Bah, I don't.

Thinking this way, Cristiano made a fierce expression at Messi.