[football] this god

Cristiano didn't answer Leo at the time-of course he was worried about Leo, and almost at the same level, he was also troubled by the peak Barcelona.

——"Beat Barcelona?"

Cristiano remembers that in Mourinho's first year at Real Madrid, when they were about to face Barcelona for the first time, after he told Mourinho that his only wish was to beat Barcelona, ​​Mourinho took He repeated this sentence with a funny expression, and used a rhetorical tone with a somewhat mocking tone.

Cristiano was immediately irritated, "You don't seem to take it seriously."

"I take it very seriously. I am indeed determined to beat Barcelona, ​​but even if I can't do it this time, I won't be too disappointed." Mourinho ignored the nervous Mendes sitting opposite him, he Seemingly always calm, "You don't have a good assessment of Barcelona's strength, Cristiano, that's not good, it shows that you don't know your opponent yet."

Cristiano dropped the cutlery and seemed about to say something, but Mendes pressed his shoulder and asked him to listen to Mourinho.

Mourinho still does not seem to realize the seriousness of the problem at the moment.

"You will find that Barcelona is a team that needs to be carefully considered. They can't be beaten once," Mourinho said. "With a team like them, you have to be patient enough - and , believe me, Cristiano, I want to beat Barcelona more than you. After all, Barcelona did not abandon you, but it turned their back on me. I will never forget that they abandoned me and chose to sign Pep Guardiola .”

At that time, Mourinho would still call him Cristiano in a good voice.

"I don't want to wait that long," Cristiano said.

Mourinho raised his eyebrows, seemingly unfazed - but many years later, Cristiano will know that when Mourinho puts on this pose at this moment, it means that he has been irritated.

"So you have to learn to wait, Cristiano, I repeat, you have to learn to wait," Mourinho said.

——"Barcelona? After I was knocked out by Manchester United? Are you serious Jorge?" Mourinho snarled at Mendes who was sitting opposite him, "After I was knocked out by Manchester United, you actually Still in the mood to talk to me about Barcelona's weaknesses? Do I look like someone who has a chance to face Barcelona in the Champions League?"

Mendes muttered something, but Mourinho couldn't hear it, "What did you say?"

Mendes seemed to change his words quickly, "I'm just saying, thinking about this now is good for your Champions League next year, after all, you might see Barcelona somewhere next year."

Mourinho snorted, picked up the small teacup and took a sip of black tea, "I'm not stupid, Jorge, don't think I don't know what you're thinking—you're just helping Ronaldo think about life, you're afraid he won't Law wins Barcelona, ​​thus losing his title of No. [-] in the world. But Jorge, I have to say, competition is a good thing, there is competition, there are hot spots, and hot spots can be sold at a price-I am doing this for your own good, If Ronaldo doesn’t have any competitors, do you think it’s a good thing in the business world? He’s the undisputed No. What about supporting him with money? If it doesn't have to cost money, why should sponsors seek him?"

Mendes choked on his tea, "Your business acumen is as good as ever, Jose. But I have to say that the title of world No. [-] in itself means unparalleled commercial value-you know the Golden Globe in Cristiano After World Footballer, how many businessmen are like flies chasing smell...uh..."

"You're using the wrong word." Mourinho calmly pointed out Mendes' blunder, "I guess you meant 'flock'? "

Mendes felt that he really shouldn't be mixed with illiterates like Cristiano and Messi-you see, after a long time, he can't even speak.

"Well, whatever it is. In short, sponsors are pouring in, and no one wants to find a place to put their own brand name on the world's number one." Proud of Cristiano's high-value multiple commercial contracts for a while, "Of course, I don't dislike Mr. Messi. But..."

"But Messi's commercial value cannot be higher than Ronaldo." Mourinho has a clear mind, "It is conceivable that Messi's temper is not like being good at dancing, let alone loving the spotlight. But this is interesting—— Jorge, don't ask me to help you, even if I think about Barcelona, ​​I will never tell you, at least not now. But I have good news for you, I do think about Barcelona."

Mendes sulked. "Fair play, huh? You mean that?"

Mourinho put down his teacup, "Jorge, maybe a thousand people have told you that the competition between Ronaldo and Messi is good, but you still don't believe it, right? You hate competition, even if you know Knowing that even in fairy tales, the prince has to defeat the dragon to marry the little princess."

Mendez continued to be sullen.

"You always think of Ronaldo as a poor child." Mourinho hit the nail on the head, "You don't admit that he is one of the luckiest people in the world."

Mendes rolled his eyes tactfully—in terms of rebirth, he was lucky.

"A child, landed in the top giants of the Premier League, was the main force in the first year, won the European Cup as the top scorer in the team, became the best rookie in Europe, and then won the Premier League and the Champions League within one year at the age of 23 , become the number one in the world, and the commercial value is so outstanding." Mourinho counted the past, "I can't see how pitiful he is. Your view of Ronaldo is not rational at all."

Mendes was at a loss for words, and after thinking for a long time, he could only change the subject bluntly, "Anyway, so you are quite satisfied with your life in Inter Milan now? I guess? After all, you will soon win the Serie A championship-no If there is an accident. So, Inter Milan executives want to ask you to renew your contract and give you a longer contract, what do you think?"

Of course, Mendes knew that Mourinho could not agree to this, but considering the long-term uncertainty of the script and social etiquette, he still had to ask a question—the same sentence, he could not make the decision for Mourinho , at least not let Mourinho feel that he is making decisions for himself.

Not surprisingly.

"Reject it." Mourinho said flatly, "I don't plan to spend the rest of my life in Italy—is there a contract worth considering in Spain?"——Mr. Mourinho is as reserved as a noble in the eighteenth century girl.

Mendes seemed to hear fate laughing at him-for his previous stupid idea that Mourinho might give up Real Madrid.

"Hmm... so are you planning to go to Real Madrid?" Mendes simply reported the correct answer in order not to make himself appear more stupid.

Mourinho nodded in satisfaction, "Of course, and it's only Real Madrid, right? After all, Mr. Cruyff has clearly rejected my application before."

Mendes gave him a stiff smile, "That sounds like a special reason...you know, because you can't go to Barcelona, ​​​​you can go to Real Madrid, this kind of reason-sounds quite special."

"You know that's not the whole reason - actually, I've always wanted to be Ronaldo's coach," Mourinho finally stopped his pretentiousness and began to answer the question seriously, "Jorge, I must be Ronaldo's coach ——I want to use him to beat Barcelona and let that old fellow Mr. Cruyff know that his so-called "temperament incompatibility" is wrong.There is no difference in temperament, there are only wins and losses in the football world. "

Mendes looked taken aback by Mourinho's expletive - it could have been something else, of course, but he didn't answer anyway.

"What?" Mourinho, who spoke his mind, seemed in a good mood.

Mendes hesitated, "I thought you wouldn't want to admit that you needed Cristiano to beat Barcelona."

"I can do it without Ronaldo," Mourinho said, "but of course things are easier with Ronaldo - I'm not ashamed to 'need help', Jorge.King Arthur needs Merlin, what shame is it that I need Ronaldo? "

Mendez curled his lips. "Okay, I see--so, this was a good conversation. If there is nothing else, I'll go first."

"Wait." Mourinho called Mendes.

"Ok?"

"Would you tell Ronaldo something for me? After all, we didn't have a good relationship before." Mourinho asked with a smile--when the adjective "smiling" was used on Mourinho, it never Good things happen, and this time was no exception.

Mendez sighed.

"Add money."

Mendes said bluntly.

Mourinho readily took out a one-euro coin from his pocket and threw it to Mendes, "I will take it as your promise, Jorge, I must hear Ronaldo call me "Boss" sincerely, Follow my lead. "