[football] this god

Mr. Mendes angrily threw Mr. Macy back to Manchester, and flew directly to a sunny place with no lovers to spend his Christmas.

Cristiano felt that this kind of operation was very strange. After all, Mendes would usually deliver his most valued golden egg-laying hens to the door of the house before leaving.Considering the special situation this time, when Cristiano called Mendes to congratulate him on Christmas, he asked if anything important happened-if possible, he was willing to help.

For this reason, he even suspended the barb training with Messi.

Mr. Mendez didn't intend to say it at first, but when he thought of Messi's irritating dead character, he couldn't help but briefly describe the matter in a sarcasm.

Cristiano laughed, he comforted Mendes, and promised that the other party would help him avenge him or something.

"Revenge?" Leo finally found a Spanish-language TV station on TV, and used the program of this TV station as the background sound, and found time to turn his head and glance at Cristiano, "Did Mr. Mendes tell you?"— — Leo didn't look surprised at all, and he didn't seem angry.

Cristiano put down his phone, kept lying on the sofa, took the lemonade with a straw inserted on the table, and put it on his chest to drink, "Of course, he's quite angry." Cristiano seemed to feel that Funny, laughing as he said, "Honestly, you're mad at him - he wasn't that mad when I 'was' leaving Manchester United for Real Madrid. "

Leo added some water to his yerba mate, "I won't ask him why he is angry that you are going to Real Madrid. But I am surprised why you are not angry-after all, he is your friend, but I am so angry. Talk to him."

Cristiano wanted to do an indifferent shrug, but obviously, the lying position greatly restricted his flexibility, so he could only do a very awkward squirming movement, "To be honest, Jorge has been great with his signings, especially with me, but he's still too nervous about me—he's prone to misjudgments, so I think he does need a little... proposal."

Leo picked a strawberry from the fruit plate and threw it to Cristiano who was lying down—the strawberry landed accurately in Cristiano's lemonade glass, splashing water all over Cristiano's face.

Cristiano had to get up and take out a few tissues to wipe his face, "Hey! I helped you, but is this how you repay me?"

Leo smiled. "So? You never tried to remind him?"

Cristiano pretended to be wiping his face and had no time to answer questions.

Of course, Cristiano tried to remind Mendes, but Mendes didn't care about Cristiano's prompt at all. In fact, until now, Mendes didn't really intend to care about this prompt.

- "Jorge, I actually think you're more worried about Messi than I am," Cristiano once said to Mendes "at the time", when they had just finished a grueling campaign "Messi and Ronaldo-style social encounters after retiring", "Really, Jorge, you will encourage the media and make them more excited to hype our relationship-they will mistakenly think that even after we retire After that, I still insist on hating each other. Or, at least, I still insist on hating each other.”

Mendes remained sullen and silent, clearly annoyed that Messi had ignored his greeting.

"Jorge, to be honest, if the old Mr. Messi said to me when he greeted me-"Please go away quietly, don't talk too much, to avoid unpleasantness", then I probably wouldn't respond He, after all, I didn't intend to have any unpleasantness with anyone from the beginning. "Cristiano continued to comfort Mendes, "We are just in a very ordinary social situation, and neither of us intends to provoke each other. You did say something unnecessary-of course, he must have done something wrong, but... …You don’t have to. You’re too hostile to Messi.”

"That's his fault, he's been picking on us before," Mendes said. "Cristiano, why are you speaking up for him?"

Cristiano hesitated for a moment, "I just think that since we are both retired, we can be friendly."

"Does he want to be friendly with you? He acts exactly the same as before you retired - he calls you Ronaldo, he gives you that really nasty smile, his handshake is as aggressive as ever. ,as well as……"

"And your nerves are as sensitive as ever," Cristiano concluded. "Forget about that, Jorge, the past is just the past."

Mendez frowned, "I can't get out, Cristiano, it's already my instinct to hate him—I don't understand how you can be completely indifferent to the past."

Cristiano shook his head, "I'm not indifferent or forgetting the past, I'm actually just separating those things from who we are in life - we're enemies on the pitch, but we're just strangers in life. Seriously, Jorge, you've seen me play against Ricardo—I mean Mr. Quaresma—and you don't hate him either?"

"You know that's different." Mendes was very dissatisfied with Cristiano's evasion of the important.

"Of course it's different," Cristiano admitted. "But it's not the same—Messi is just more of a threat to me than Ricciardo. What's the difference? You don't do it because of Ricciardo. My team wants to kill me once they beat me, doesn’t it? You don’t hate him just because we occasionally played against each other on the training ground. You have a natural prejudice against Messi.”

——Leo didn't ask what Cristiano was thinking, he straightened the ball on the ground that would only be used on the beach, leaned back, and kicked the ball above Cristiano's body very casually .

Cristiano skillfully swung one leg up hard, and the beach ball hit him mercilessly in the calf before bouncing into his face.

Leo showed an expression of "It's hopeless, let's bury it".

Cristiano was very unwilling to admit defeat - Cristiano grabbed the beach ball that hit him in the face and threw it back to Leo again, "Do it again, this time it must be because you didn't pass it well."

Leo gave a polite smirk and served again—this time he lifted it as high as he could, trying to match Ronaldo's leg length, "I don't think I'd put that white sticker on the wall behind you pretending to be a goal. Fuck because you never really hit the ball once -- it's the tenth time, and I hope it's the last."

But Leo's wish was doomed to fail.

Cristiano measured the height of the ball again, and then swung his legs into the air again with all his strength - the ball hit his toes, then fell crookedly to the leg of the sofa, and hit the electric kettle that Leo brought. , The kettle swayed for a while, and stood tenaciously without falling.

Reluctantly, Cristiano moved his upper body, trying to grab the beach ball and throw it back to Leo without leaving the sofa—this time he didn't insist on claiming that it was Leo's fault, he just stubbornly refused. spoke.

Leo gave a fake sympathetic smile.

Leo seemed to have given up on using his brain. He closed his eyes and threw the beach ball with his hand very randomly, "Last time, no more practice."

After speaking, Leo opened his eyes again, and he planned to see what strange things Cristiano could hit this time.

Cristiano struggled to swing his legs again, trying to reach the beach ball with his feet.

Then, a miracle happened.

——The beach ball hit the white paper pasted by Leo accurately, leaving a dirty mark, and then fell to the ground with a gesture of success and finally a sigh of relief. Jumped twice on the floor.

Leo looked at the beach ball sympathetically. If the beach ball had a mouth, Leo guessed that what it wanted to say most now was "great, you don't have to be kicked by Ronaldo."

Cristiano bounced off the sofa in an instant, jumped up and roared on the sofa to express his joy.

Leo couldn't help being a poacher—as always.

"With all due respect, I have to say that most people don't try to pass with their eyes closed like I do when they try to assist - it's so difficult for you to achieve the goal of the barb, because you can only do it when the other party has no intention of letting you go. The barb is successful in the case of a goal," Leo said, "It's completely random, it's completely..."

Cristiano froze on the couch.

"It's all luck, Mr. Cristiano Dolphin Ronaldo." Leo showed a smirk, "But the performance just now was good, very dolphin."

"I hate Messi too! I also have a natural prejudice against him!"

Cristiano sat down angrily, hugged his Superman pillow and sent Mendes such a text message.

Ten seconds later, Mr. Mendez replied to Cristiano.

—— "Then raise your head, face Messi, and say this sentence! Say it!"

Cristiano looked up at Messi.

Then he lowered his head and deleted the text message.