[football] this god

After the game, Leo sent a text message directly to Cristiano, indicating that he would not watch this year's Champions League final.

Cristiano thought for a while, and neither comforted him nor persuaded him to watch the game. He just replied "yes" - he was dragged into the celebration center by Giggs and others just after he finished his reply.

"Cristiano, our little baby!" Ferdinand announced happily, rubbing Cristiano's curly hair, "If Manchester United wins the championship, you will be the number one hero - without you, we don't necessarily have to spend much effort to pass Barcelona. One off!"

Those around him laughed and echoed Ferdinand's praise for Cristiano - it was a night of celebration and they were willing to say all the good things about the boy who had helped them reach the final.

"Manchester United's good boy," Neville continued, "who else can make such a wonderful performance in such an important game as the Champions League semi-final at this age?"

"There is no one anymore!" Someone in the crowd yelled such a sentence, and the crowd burst into laughter instantly.

The Jazz stood on the periphery of the crowd with a smile and looked at his players who were dancing wildly, but he didn't know why, but he couldn't integrate into that scene.

"Sir, the representative of Real Madrid is on the phone." A Manchester United employee came over and told Sir quietly - he was very reluctant to come at this time, but the representative of Real Madrid was impatient and didn't want to wait a minute longer. Just talk to Jazz.

He hated the rep, but he could understand.To be honest, anyone with such a rare commodity should forgive the other buyers for their impatience and indecency.But it is useless for him to forgive, the key is whether Jazz is willing to forgive.

Jazz frowned and looked at the staff member. After a while, just as the staff was about to go back and hang up the call from Real Madrid, Jazz stretched out his hand to pass the phone.

"Ferguson."

The jazz walked out of the locker room and announced his family lightly.

"Sir," said the representative of Real Madrid with uncontrollable excitement, "9000 million! 9000 million pounds! Real Madrid is willing to pay 9000 million pounds for Mr. Ronaldo!"

Jazz listened in silence, and his silence gradually infected the other party, and the enthusiasm that could almost turn into substance in the other party began to cool down.

"Sir," the other party's voice began to become obscure-he obviously realized that his frenzy just now was not decent, "9000 million is a record-breaking value, Manchester United bought Ronaldo for only 500 million, and sold it for 9000 million It is equivalent to Manchester United using Ronaldo for nothing..." - He likes Ronaldo Jr., but in terms of business, he believes that under normal circumstances, no one should expect the first offer to reach [-] million.

That's so abnormal.In fact, [-] million is the maximum limit of the chairman of Real Madrid, and they cannot give [-] million from the beginning.

"Shut up, sir." Jazz growled in a low voice, "My Cristiano is not a commodity!"

No one in this world is not a commodity.The representative of Real Madrid thought silently in his heart that everyone is a commodity, and everyone is divided into high and low—it’s just that some people have a price but no market, and some people have a market but no price.But in the end, everyone is a commodity, and no one is an exception.

Some people are worth 1000 euros a year, and some are worth [-] million euros a year, but there is no difference in their essence.They are all commodities, and their difference is only the difference between Zara and Hermes.

The representative of Real Madrid thought so, and said so euphemistically, "Sir, we can talk."

——We can talk, if you are still not satisfied with the price.But we must buy Ronaldo this summer, he is the person who is most qualified to compete for the best in the world this year, we must take him away in the summer, and then let him win this honor in Real Madrid and as a Real Madrid player .

The 24-year-old No. [-] in the world, even if he will be as self-sufficient as Ronaldinho in two years, it will at least add glory to Real Madrid.

9000 million, buying a world number one and immediate combat power is too important and meaningful for a club like Real Madrid—of course, Mr. Representative thinks that this is mainly for the current chairman who wants to compete for the next chairman important.

"My Cristiano is not a commodity." The Jazz repeated the sentence, as if standing still, as if unconvincing.

Some of Manchester United's staff actually disagree with this. When they chatted privately, they all thought that Cristiano is not absolutely unsellable-if Real Madrid is really willing to pay a very high price, why not?

No one in this world is absolutely not for sale, and behind all not-for-sale products there is a "not enough offer".

"Sir."

Jazz froze for a moment, turned around with his mobile phone in hand, just in time to see Cristiano standing behind him, hesitating to speak.

——Cristiano just came out to find Jazz and wanted to take him back to participate in the celebration. He didn't expect to hear such words from the other party.

My Cristiano is not a commodity.

No one ever said that to Cristiano, everyone regarded Ronaldo as a unique treasure, up for sale - if he was not traded, it was only because no one could afford the high price that Real Madrid hinted back then.

No one is not a commodity. In this commercial society, there is only distinction between high and low, not right and wrong.For many years, Cristiano thought he understood this truth very well, but until today, when the Jazz said such a sentence, he really knew why Mendes cared about the difference between 8000 million and [-] million.

What Bell's agent once said was just one of the reasons, and more importantly, 8000 million is the price tag of a luxury product, but [-] million is a kind of offering.

The Jazz hung up the phone, ignoring the retainers and pleadings from the representatives of Real Madrid.

"Why did you come out?" Jazz didn't mention the phone call just now, or what he said.

Cristiano hesitated for a moment, but quickly smiled, "Gary let me see where you are." He didn't know what to say for a while, so he just followed Jazz's words.

The Jazz nodded and took Cristiano back to the locker room.

None of them mentioned Sir's words, and none of them knew how to mention them.

——"I also think now that you have to seriously consider how to explain to the Jazz that you are leaving Manchester United."

Mendes told him this when he came to see Cristiano two days ago.

"I said it a long time ago - Jorge, now you know who is unreliable between the two of us?" Cristiano ate almonds while infinitely despising Mendes.

Mr. Mendes pretended he didn't hear, "Sir rejects all offers from Real Madrid and Barcelona - of course, it's okay to reject Barcelona, ​​​​you don't plan to go anyway. But it is not so good to reject Real Madrid, after all... you Knowing Jazz’s temper, if he insists on not accepting any negotiations, Real Madrid will have no way to negotiate with you on personal treatment, and all the plots we designed before will not happen.”

"That means Real Madrid's price is not high enough." Cristiano threw another large almond into his mouth.

"It's not too low... 9000 million pounds." Mendes said depressedly, "This is the initial price of Manchester United without a price increase. Considering the negotiations between the two parties, the final price must be around 2008 million pounds-this is without inflation. In 5000, it was different from ten years later when there were [-] million living people.”

"I thought your goal was [-] million." Cristiano sneered at Mendes, "You like high prices, I understand you."

Mendes shot him a glare, "I'm a realist, I don't dream of magical dreams - that kind of thing happens in a variety of situations, it doesn't happen every day. Anyway, you gotta talk to Jazz , otherwise you wouldn’t be able to go to Spain.”

Cristiano thought about it.

"What?" Mendes felt something was wrong—he thought Cristiano would be particularly anxious.

"I always feel that the Jazz knew that I wanted to leave a long time ago-I haven't thought of it if you didn't say it, but when you said it like this, I remembered that after the first round of the semifinals, the Jazz called me to his house with me. I said a word. He said let me grow up quickly. I didn’t understand it at the time, but now I think he already knows something.” Cristiano said, “He wouldn’t say that before, he would feel that he wanted to protect Me, remember? He said he was going to protect me. But now he’s asking me to know what to do and not to mess around—that’s definitely not what he said before.”

Mendes didn't know what to do, and threw almonds to Cristiano in boredom.

Cristiano rushed to salvage the remaining almonds.

"Anyway, I think he knows." Cristiano made his concluding statement. "All his refusal to negotiate now is... a tacit understanding between us. He must know that I will not give Manchester United no He left before bringing anything. So he would compare his words... I think he was trying to scare off Real Madrid."

"Very incisive reasoning," Mendes said sarcastically, "but with all due respect, I don't think what you said makes sense—he refuses to negotiate now, do you understand? He refuses to negotiate!"

"Jorge, I know, you don't need to worry, I know when to do what. I will think about it, and you, just need to be ready to talk to Real Madrid about personal treatment." Cristiano said, "By the way , Tell Real Madrid directly, let them not think too much, my first world No. [-] must be reserved for Manchester United.”

Mendes raised his eyebrows, "What's the difference between you and Real Madrid promising you will join? This will put you at a disadvantage in the negotiation."

"This is what I owe Jazz, and I have to give him this." Cristiano ignored Mendes' words, and he continued, "And I have to give him more."

"for example?"

"A champion of the Champions League, and the first successful defending champion after the restructuring of the Champions League." Cristiano threw an almond to Mendes, "It's delicious, try it."

Mendes was determined to leave him alone.