[football] this god

"For me, and for yourself. Me too, for you, and for myself."

The conversation between Leo and Cristiano obviously made the media very excited. They thought they had caught the scene of mutual provocation again, so they did not see the media of the two parties at the post-match press conference. Mixed interview area, trying to catch Leo, who of the duo seems less adept at fooling the media.

"May I ask why you said that at the time?" The media stuffed microphones, recording pens and mobile phones under Leo's nose, expecting a powerful answer.

But Leo just smiled gently, "I don't actually remember what I said."

The reporters let out a very loud, neat sigh—it was only at this time that everyone realized that maybe Leo was not good at fooling the media because he couldn't even bother to fool the media.

However, Cristiano, who escaped because of his glib public image, hid at home and watched the scene of Leo talking to him many times.

Cristiano asked himself that he knew both Leo and Messi equally. Although Leo’s smile was very similar to Messi, he was more like a vivid person than Messi, and Messi seemed to always wear a mask in front of him—— Even though they knew each other well, Messi's mask could not fool Cristiano.

He has always wanted to know why Leo is a bit like Messi, and he has always wanted to know why for a moment Leo is completely Messi.

——"Are you okay?" Cristiano met Messi privately once after the 2014 World Cup—that was after Messi turned a blind eye to him before the national derby. At that time, Cristiano Nuo already knew roughly why Messi didn't want to pay attention to him at that time, and asked himself that he could understand Messi's mood.

Cristiano understood, so he wanted to show his concern.

Messi had just finished a brief conversation with the others, and he looked back at Cristiano with that typical Messi-esque, notoriously soft smile - something Cristiano doesn't usually like because it makes him He felt unapproachable and unreal, as if standing in front of him was not a living person, but just a standardized machine.

But even this, on that day, seemed less annoying and more sympathetic.

"Put away your sympathy, I don't need it."

Cristiano never knew that someone in this world could say such cold words with such a gentle and kind smile - but he knew today, "I'm not trying to laugh at you, I'm just..."

Cristiano doesn't want to be misunderstood at this time today, after all, he is out of good intentions this time.

"You just pity me, like you pity a sad abandoned baby." Messi's smile didn't even change a bit when he said this-anyone who didn't know would think they were just being polite at this time chat.

Cristiano got a little angry, "What do you call that? I'm just worried..."

"Thank you, no need." Macy said lightly, "I'm fine, that's not a big deal."

Cristiano couldn't help but sneered when he heard this.

Messi looked at him, his smile didn't change at all, as if he was still indifferent to all this-he seemed to have really been completely calm, completely out of the World Cup defeat.

But Cristiano knew that Messi was a liar.

"Then you are really a heartless person." Cristiano couldn't help but sarcastically.

Messi didn't even frown, let alone seem sad, "That's my business."

"You can't fool me, I know what it's like," Cristiano said, "Mr. Messi, I don't believe that a person like you, a person like me, can come out of a loss like that - we have all our lives. Can't get out."

"Such a curse is really vicious." Messi said lightly, "Since you know what it feels like, you shouldn't curse me that I will never be able to get out."

"I'm just stating the facts," Cristiano said. "If you come out, you won't use the foundling metaphor for yourself—I know, it's not easy for you. I don't want to curse you or... anything, actually. I want you to come out more than anyone else, because if you come out, I can convince myself and let myself know that maybe I can come out of 2004."

Messi's expression loosened slightly for a moment, but in the next second, he changed back to that Messi again - but his tone seemed to be loosened.

"I'm sorry," Messi said.

"I don't know why you always put on such a face," Cristiano was particularly eager to talk that day, "Don't you like people getting close to you?"

Messi looked like he didn't know why he said that.

"Are you born this way?" Cristiano asked - even though he knew very well that he had crossed the line, he didn't know Messi at all, and not only shouldn't he ask him that, he shouldn't even talk to him so much .

The relationship between them, to be honest, is actually fragile and not worth mentioning.

For a while, Messi's smile seemed to be less patterned. For a while, Messi's expression looked confused and helpless-but it was only for a while, and the next second he was wearing his favorite shirt again. With a smiling mask, he left without saying a word.

In fact, it’s not that Messi doesn’t want to talk to people sometimes, it’s just that he’s used to it—when he was young, he watched his father argue with others about whether his disease can be cured and whether it can not affect his talent. , when he saw other people's indifferent faces when facing his father's arguments, he knew that language is the most boring and useless thing.

Winning isn't everything, but winning usually solves enough problems.

So Messi has only used wins and losses to talk to others since then-there is nothing more convincing than winning or losing in this world.And since winning or losing can already prove everything, the expression on the face is naturally not important.

This is the expression when he wins, so when he wants to tell others that he has forgotten about the loss, it seems that he can only continue to use this expression.

—"Leo."

Just when Cristiano was entangled in philosophical propositions, Guardiola stood up from his bus seat with a smile on his face, and staggered to Leo's side.

"It's great. We double-killed Real Madrid this season. There is nothing better than this - except for the treble. You did a very good job today, it can be said to be perfect." Guardiola said with a smile, "There is You are my happiness, you are my source of happiness. Leo, you can't imagine how much I love you."

Guardiola is not considered socially imbecile, but he is definitely not eloquent and glib, so when he said this, even Puyol, a serious man sitting on the side, couldn't help but look sideways.

This is so weird, Puyol thought, neither my girlfriend nor I would talk like that.

Leo's expression was distorted for a moment, and he obviously felt that his coach's words were too much, "Thank you, sir, but...uh, I'm not that good." ——Of course Leo thinks He is good, but the problem is that even if he thinks he is good, he doesn't want to hear such disgusting words from Guardiola anymore.

"Leo, you dispelled everyone's doubts tonight-Ronaldo is very good, but you are better than him." Guardiola patted Rio's shoulder, "Seriously, you have lost in the Champions League for two consecutive years. Ronaldo and Manchester United's feet, it's too bad-I haven't told you, in fact, the club's top management has been worried that Ronaldo's coming to Spain will shake Barcelona's status."

Leo didn't speak, he looked indifferent.

"The club was panicking, they were always worried that they were missing out on the best player in the world, but now we all know - only you, Leo, only you."

Not only Leo didn't know these things, even Puyols didn't know. Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. To be honest, they thought the club had always trusted them.

Guardiola looked happy, so he didn't stop, "It's good, Leo, it's good."

Leo hummed—and he was really happy, and he did think it was good.Although Rio has never said it, he has been brooding over the loss of the Champions League in the past two seasons. He believes that this made him inferior to Ronaldo. Today, he used at least two victories in the league to return to Ronaldo. on the same starting line.

It's not a question of winning a few times, Leo mainly wants to prove that he can beat Ronaldo.

As long as he wins, half of the burden in his heart will be lost.

"Leo, remember, language is the most useless thing in this world. Those enemies that you cannot defeat with your feet, you will never be able to defeat with words." Guardiola said, pinching Rio again shoulders.

--is not that right?Nothing proves that he and Ronaldo are equals, except victories.

Although Leo didn't speak, he couldn't help but think so.

Failure is not Leo Messi, only victory makes Leo Messi - or more precisely, only victory against Ronaldo makes Leo "here".