[football] this god

Leo himself forgot his atrocities against Pedro after the game, but Mr. Maradona, who was far away in Argentina, was relieved after watching the game-he seemed to see that he and Argentina were full of light and hope for the future.So under the temptation of this mood, Mr. Maradona did not discuss with anyone, directly packed up his burden, went to Barcelona happily, and planned to discuss with Mr. Guardiola about Rio's education.

By the way, he was determined to praise Guardiola-after all, Mr. Guardiola helped Leo grow up.

But it is a pity that when Maradona arrived in Barcelona and was about to talk to Leo in detail, he found that Leo was in a daze and didn't know what he was talking about.

Mr. Maradona was deeply saddened.

"Mr. Maradona asked me what I was thinking when I yelled at Pedro?" Leo asked Cristiano on the phone suspiciously, "What do I need to think? I don't remember it anymore."

Cristiano scratched his chin, "Then what did he say after you told him?"

"He said he was disappointed. He thought I already knew what kind of person I should be." Leo frowned, he didn't understand what Maradona meant at all-but Cristiano understood, Cristiano Nuo hesitated for a moment, he didn't know if he should tell Leo, but before he thought it through, Cristiano didn't speak rashly, "Didn't you ask him?"

"He kept emphasizing to me that he needed leaders—I kind of knew what he was talking about, but I was confused because I wasn't sure what it was," Leo said. "He didn't tell me, he Just saying let me find out for myself."

Cristiano scratched his chin again, "You Argentines are so strange..."

Leo pouted.

——"But it's true," Maradona said at the time, "I think I should know that you may be impulsive when you yell at that player on the field. After all, you are not such a tempered person—hey, why are we Argentines like this? Is it strange?"

Leo choked, he felt that he couldn't answer the words.

"Yeah, you must be thinking, I'm the weirdest of all the weird Argentines, right? But Leo, you're the most unpredictable one I've ever seen." Maradona sighed , "Hey...forget it, think about it for yourself, no one can replace you in this kind of thing, no one can help you, if you don't really decide what kind of person you want to be, you will never be able to Change."

"Am I very different from Ronaldo?" Leo asked suddenly.

At first glance, Maradona seemed to find this question very funny-he seemed to be about to laugh for a moment, but in the next second, he seemed to be fascinated by this seemingly stupid question again.

Maradona was silent for a while.

"It's not quite the same, but it's a little similar," Maradona said. "You know, you look very different from Ronaldo, but if you ask me, it's not completely different—you know, Good athletes have similarities. For example, ambition and liking the new and dislike the old - when you get something, you will immediately feel dissatisfied with it, immediately get bored with it, and then pursue the next one. From this point of view, you It's kind of similar."

Leo froze for a moment. He suddenly remembered that he had said something similar to Ronaldo the night he won the best player in the World Youth Championship. He said that after a short period of joy, there was only a long period of disappointment - but Ronaldo did not Similarly, Ronaldo had just won his European Cup trophy at that time, and Ronaldo did not feel lost.

He said he was just happy.

"But was there ever a time when you got something and just felt happy?" Leo asked.

Maradona didn't know why Leo suddenly changed the subject, but in general he was always more patient with Leo, "Of course, I was pure happiness after getting the World Cup. Leo, why do you ask this?"

Leo fell silent again.

After waiting for a while, Maradona tapped his fingers on the table impatiently, "Leo, anyway, you have to hurry up, next summer is the World Cup, you have to at least enter the final for Argentina-this It's your duty, you don't have much time to waste on hesitating about your role, understand?"

"But what if I didn't? What if I didn't take Argentina to the final?" Leo asked — not the first time he'd asked the question.

For a moment, Maradona seemed about to throw a fit and scold Leo for asking such a stupid question, but thinking that this kid might be his daughter's favorite, he held back, "Okay, don't ask stupid questions. Question. What is if there is no? There is no need for if-you are obliged to do this, Leo, to take a step back, I hope you at least know that if you can’t even do this kind of thing, I would never let Giannina marry you."

——"Wait!" Cristiano suddenly interrupted Leo loudly when he heard this, and Leo shut up unhappily, obviously he was talking about something happy, but Cristiano interrupted without understanding he.

"What's wrong?" Leo asked dryly.

"What do you mean by 'I will never let Giannina marry you'? Cristiano asked loudly, "When are you going to marry Giannina?"Why don't I know?When are you going to tell me?Are you going to send me the wedding invitation directly?And it's not right!Didn't you say that Aguero and Giannina are a couple?You actually...you actually poach the wall!You are such a person! "

Leo felt that Cristiano's voice was too loud, so he put the phone away in distaste, and slowly took it back and put it back to his ear until the sound from Cristiano's side stopped.

"Did I say Kun was dating Giannina?" Leo asked.

Cristiano froze for a moment. He recalled the question carefully—maybe, maybe not. Continue to question Leo sternly: "I'm asking about you! What does Giannina marry you?"

Leo snorted softly, "Why do I feel that although you are questioning me, you are actually the one who is hiding something from me?"

Cristiano's momentum disappeared in an instant, and he scratched his chin, thinking about how to escape-he seemed to have forgotten that he could achieve this goal just by hanging up the phone.

"So about Mr. Maradona's question, do you have any suggestions? The part about Pedro." Leo didn't bother.

"I do have some ideas, but I think what Mr. Maradona said makes sense. Maybe you should find your own path-you know? Because after all, other people can't replace you to feel and know what you are suitable for. something like that." Cristiano said honestly, "But I think you should make it clear that you don't have to be the second Maradona, you just have to be...Messi. You do No Maradona, but not only Maradona's model can be successful."

Leo felt that Cristiano's words were a plagiarized version of Maradona's previous preaching.

"Forget it, let's talk about it-I plan to go to Seville to eat roast suckling pig for Christmas, see you then. I'll hang up first." Leo sighed.

"Wait, wait!" Cristiano immediately raised his voice to stop Leo.

Leo said in a bad tone, "What are you doing?"

"You haven't said when you and Giannina's wedding will be." Cristiano asked aggrievedly.

Leo rolled his eyes, which was not conducive to building a harmonious society.

——"Huh? What?" Leo looked at Maradona blankly.

Maradona was in a good mood, "Okay, don't think I don't know about you and Giannina - she came to Spain every now and then, didn't she just come to see you? Don't worry, I'm not the kind of unenlightened Father, as long as you lead Argentina to the World Cup finals, I will agree with you to get married—you don’t have to win the championship next summer, you can accumulate experience, and then I personally think that 2014 will be an excellent time to win the championship.”

Leo blinked.

"Don't you know, sir?" Leo asked.

Maradona frowned, "Know what?" - the patriarch of Argentina's strange brain hole opened his mind at this time, "Could it be you two... well, it's okay, I'm not such an old-fashioned person. Gianni Is Na pregnant?"

Leo wanted to plunge headfirst into the yerba mate teapot and scald himself to death.

"Uh... I don't know about this. If you want to ask, you can ask Kun—after all, if there is one, it belongs to Kun." Leo smiled awkwardly, "I'm not very good at asking friends... This kind of thing."

— Cristiano was silent for a while.

"Traitor, Mr. Messi, I can't believe you betrayed Mr. Aguero like this." Cristiano couldn't help but feel sad for Aguero.

"Hypocritical." Leo said dryly, "Say it as if you really care about Kun's life. Now is not the time for you not to let me live with Kun?"

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Maradona has arrived in Madrid right now." Leo said, "If you have time, please call the police for Kun."

"Wait, didn't you tell Aguero?" Cristiano asked.

"Of course not, don't say stupid things, if I tell him, can I still see the excitement?" Leo asked back.