[football] this god

Mr. "Bah! I don't!", who is full of the spirit of resistance, upholds the precious spirit of not doing what he says, not only under the eyes of Mr. Mendez and Mr. Quaresma who are mixed with threats and curiosity, but also put May West's jersey clip was brought back to Manchester, and he washed it with great care and stored it in his closet.

Find a better day to throw it away – Cristiano told himself that today is not a recyclable garbage collection day.

"Reciprocity, Ricci, pure reciprocity," Cristiano told Quaresma on the phone when he returned to Manchester and sent the game ball he scored in his first start to Barcelona. Give it to Messi and tell him it's the game ball with which I scored my first goal."

Quaresma wanted to cry, but under duress, he smuggled the ball with the criminal traces of Manchester's Ronaldo to Rio.

Leo said very politely: Thank you, Ricardo.

"And then?" Cristiano asked.

"No more!" Quaresma said angrily, and hung up the phone.

Cristiano felt that he had been greatly wronged-he gave such a commemorative and historically valuable ball to the little man, but the little man didn't feel grateful? !

"what is this?"

The old Mr. Messi asked such a stupid question when he saw his son coming back with the ball.

"Ball..." Leo made a reply that couldn't have been any wiser.

"...Thank you Leo, I obviously know it's a ball, I just wondered what you brought it back for? Is the one at home broken?"

Leo tried to clear out a small compartment facing his bed in the bedroom cabinet, without turning his head, he said, "Because this is a letter of war."

……

Old Mr. Macy gave up playing the piano with his son.

In the years to come, Leo believes that he should have countless game balls that symbolize various milestones of historical value worthy of collection, but this ball that does not belong to him must be the starting point of everything.

Ronaldo may have seen it as a "return gift", but Leo saw it as a gauntlet - I scored in my first start, how about you?

So he will collect this ball and use it to remind himself at all times that you have lost a battle, and you must make up for it with countless victories in the future to prove that you are indeed the best one—no one, Just the best.

And countless victories come from countless appearances.

But Leo soon ran into his first little problem.

Mr. Rijkaard happily completed today's training arrangement and announced that everyone can see you tomorrow-but he didn't leave immediately as usual, or turn around to talk to his teaching assistant about today's situation before walking together.

He just watched the players chatting in twos and threes while returning to the locker room with a smile on his face, and then when the crowd gradually dispersed, without any surprise, he saw the players walking aside to find a slightly cleaner ball to prepare More training Leo.

"Leo, I want to talk to you about your appearance." The head coach walked up to Leo and said, "Since you talked to me the day before yesterday."

Leo froze for a moment, silently put down the ball and nodded.

"Sir, I have noticed the list you announced to go to the away game." Leo said to Mr. Rijkaard yesterday, "I want to know if there is something wrong with my training, which made you unable to trust me and put me from the Withdrawn from the starting line-up - or is it because my last league game was so bad?"

Leo seldom talked so much at once, so Mr Rijkaard guessed he must have been very upset by the situation for his "long tirade".

He thought it was unnecessary, but it was very understandable, so he thought he comforted the young man very intimately, "This is not the reason, Leo, you did a very good job, you played 75 minutes, you were very active and creative. No 16-year-old kid can do better." - He enthusiastically praised Leo, but for some reason, Leo looked even more disappointed.

"So what did I do wrong?" Leo asked.

"I didn't say you did something wrong, in fact... this is just a very ordinary personnel adjustment?" Mr. Rijkaard didn't know why the child looked so sad, and his eyebrows were all tangled because he was worried about the young man. A group, "You played 75 minutes in the last game, it's not a bad thing to take a break this time...you are only 16 years old, remember?"

Leo said nothing, and Mr. Rijkaard knew he hadn't convinced the young man, "Leo, the day after tomorrow, we can have a good talk when we get back from the away game, okay? But promise me, you don't need to think too much." .”

Now that he's back, he's determined to convince Leo.

"Leo, I'm not... If you think I'm punishing you by not putting you in the starting lineup, I don't think it's necessary. You know, I just think you need to rest, and... it's a The Copa del Rey game against the West C team - when the weak team is playing against the strong team, the weak team will tend to use excessive fouls, and in order to ensure the smoothness of the game, the referee will not punish every foul. In other words, it is very easy to get injured Yes, especially... you are young, you are not good at handling this, and you are not strong enough." Mr. Rijkaard spoke very bluntly, "I just want to protect a talented young man, Leo, the coaching staff You were taken out of the starting roster after careful consideration."

Leo looked down at the turf, stubbornly refusing to speak.

Mr. Coach has a headache.

"Leo, you've done a good job, but we have to consider the reality of the situation. You need to be protected, and this is not something to be embarrassed about - we can't overuse you, let alone risk huge, potentially hurting you. Risky use of you. You are only 16 years old, and your development is not over yet." Mr. Rijkaard didn't understand what he was saying. "If you think I haven't explained our attitude clearly, Leo, tell me, Don't just drill yourself into a dead end."

Leo knows he is right, but "right and wrong" is not the point of this matter-he knows it is right, he just can't break through his heart.

He was so eager, so eager to let the Portuguese who had come to watch Quaresma know who was the real star here, who was the opponent he should pay attention to-the only real opponent.

He knew that as long as he got it, Ronaldo would become a nonentity, the old long-forgotten ball at home in Argentina.

But the premise of all this is "getting it" - only when he gets it, can he give it up without nostalgia, and then move on to the next goal.

"It's nothing, sir, I'm just too worried." Leo finally spoke, and when he spoke again, he was a sensible and decent boy, "I don't want to be behind the team, I don't want to be behind The pace of the team."

Mr. Rijkaard breathed a sigh of relief. He gently tolerated and comforted the Argentine boy, "You are not behind, you are doing well. Leo, you just need to do your own thing well. Playing time or whatever, it can be arranged by the coaching staff, the club or even your other team-mates. You don’t need to worry about that.”

Mr. Rijkaard didn't say anything wrong, he just... he just didn't understand Leo and what he was after, that's all.

Leo looked at his head coach seriously for a while, and then showed a smile mixed with helplessness and relief for the other party.