[football] this god

Although Rio took personal attacks on Cristiano in some aspects, he still expressed his intention to meet with Cristiano and stay with Cristiano for two days after the end of the season and before the start of the national team training camp. Going to Morocco, because, you know, Leo thinks that no matter how dedicated the paparazzi is, it's hard to follow two players for thousands of miles in a desert like Morocco.

On the one hand, Cristiano laughed at Leo's naivety, "Even if you go to Mars, they still have a way to sneak a shot. You have to believe how much economic value a sneak shot of a player of our level can generate." —— On the other hand, Cristiano still agreed to the request, after all, he couldn't think of any better place.

However, he may not be able to go to Morocco immediately after the end of the season, "Raul and Guti are leaving Real Madrid, we will have a farewell party after the end of the season - the time has not yet been determined, when it is determined I'll tell you again."

"Why do I think you are not very sad?" Leo asked slowly, "When Keane was about to leave Manchester United, you talked about it for a long time."

"Although I'm a little familiar, I'm not overly emotional - I have a good relationship with them, but not that deep." Cristiano said honestly, "Also, it is also true that Real Madrid no longer needs them at the competitive level. , everyone already knew about it.”

Leo snorted, but his interest in this matter ended here. After all, in his heart, Raul and Guti were still the two bad-tempered and annoying Real Madrid people that Puyol and the others said.

By the way, are there any Real Madrid people who don't hate it?Leo was lost in thought.

But in fact, even though everyone thinks that it is necessary to practice well for Raul and Guti, no one wants to stay too long after the end of the season, so everyone held this party the day after the end of the season.

Nobody was talking about the future, they were just talking about this past season.

Although this season, apart from Cristiano's tie for the Golden Boot, it is difficult for Real Madrid to find bright spots.

"But anyway, it's always a blessing in misfortune to get the Golden Boot in your first year in La Liga," Guti said vaguely with a barbecue stuffed in his mouth, "don't be too depressed, Messi would have The last round could have been rested, but Barcelona had to play in order to avoid the limelight with Real Madrid and win the golden boot - but of course, I think maybe Messi himself wants to win the golden boot."

"But he didn't expect that Pique actually scored for him." Ramos was both gloating and frustrated-after all, he failed to score, "Messi was single-handedly pulled down, and Pique then inserted | shot and scored. "

——At that time, the game had come to 78 minutes, and Leo started to take the ball from near the midfield.

The opponent's defender caught up and dragged Rio's jersey from behind-but fortunately, the quality of Rio's jersey is better, no matter how the opponent pulls it, it will not be damaged, which ensures that Rio can continue to drag the defender to dribble the ball.

The referee was going to call a foul at this time, but considering the advantage of the offense, he could only wait and see temporarily.

Leo speeded up for a while, and directly threw away the opponent who was just barely pulling the hem of his clothes-he is indeed a bit good at dragging the opponent to dribble, Cristiano couldn't help but think so when he watched the video and saw this.

Leo's speed is much faster than that of the opponent's defender, so he didn't really meet the second group of defense until he came to the penalty area line-the opponent's defender rushed to put a shovel, but Leo lightly As soon as he picked the ball, he even dribbled the ball and jumped over the opponent's outstretched leg.

Leo enters the restricted area.

Another defender of the suffocating opponent rushed to tackle the ball again—Leo glanced at the opponent's bent posture cautiously, thinking that the opponent's ball would definitely not be able to make a clean tackle, so he didn't hide at all, and planned to take a Penalties are over.

If a defender dares to shovel in the penalty area, he must know that the opponent's forward dares to fall in the penalty area-this is the eternal truth, hope everyone knows it.

Leo was indeed tripped by the defender, and the referee immediately picked up the whistle to blow a penalty.

But the plan couldn't keep up with the change. At this critical moment, Pique suddenly got the ball from the back, turned around and shot directly, angrily grabbing the job of his own ineffective striker, completely forgetting Puyol and the others mentioned before the game to grab the golden boot. , An unassuming "political task"-Puyol stood behind with his hips akimbo and watched the ball go into the net, as if he was reflecting on whether he was too kind to Pique, a bastard in the past.

Maybe he should learn from the violent, bad-tempered and obnoxious Raúl, Puyol probably thought at the time.

——"But Pique was scolded by Puyol in the locker room after the game-this is what happens when the defender insists on doing the job of the forward." Casey said coldly while breaking the bread.

Ramos shrank his neck when he saw Cassie's cruel way of breaking the bread, which was like twisting a human neck.

Cristiano enjoyed the scene and thought it was quite interesting.

"Anyway, Pique finally did something." Cristiano gloated, "I have to thank him-so what happened later? Why didn't Puyol kill Pique? Who stopped him?"

Cassie looked up at Cristiano, "The law, only the law can stop him."

It sounds very understanding... Cristiano felt very funny when he saw Cassie who seemed to have achieved a soul union with Puyol at this moment.

Everyone at the table couldn't help pointing at Ramos and laughing.

Ramos felt that he had lost face, and quickly wanted to save a little, "Pique is a major event that broke the team. I will never do this. I only enter at the right time..."

"You only don't show up in front of me at the right time." Cassie interrupted Ramos dryly, looking resentful-but everyone understood Cassie, after all, he was poured one in the last round of the league. It is indeed a painful thing to have a single sword that does not need to appear at all.

——That was the No.70 two minutes of Real Madrid's game. At that time, Real Madrid had already established the victory, which obviously directly led to the tragedy.

The whole Real Madrid team was over halftime, all crowded in front of the opponent's penalty area, like idle bad boys waiting to throw stones at passing bums, waiting for a chance to kick and give their season a good one end.

And Cristiano happened to hit a kick at that time, and the ball happened to be hit by the opponent's goalkeeper with both palms, and it happened to land at the feet of the opponent's midfielder on the penalty area line.

The opponent player kicked it out directly, and his forward teammate reacted in time, and immediately flew out to catch up with the ball like an arrow off the string-this time the opponent's passing and receiving the ball was completed perfectly, the forward was not offside at that moment, the midfielder The player's passing is just right enough.

The forward dribbled the ball across half-time and quickly came to the penalty area. At this time, Real Madrid's defense - led by Mr. Ramos, but obviously not only Mr. Ramos - tried to catch up like a dream.

But it was too late.

The opponent forward faced Cassie in the penalty area and scored with one kick.

——All members of the defense remained silent, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, no one wanted to touch Cassie's bad luck.

As people who are about to leave the team, Raul and Guti don't want to overwhelm the limelight of Cassie, the future first captain - besides, it's not a big deal, so after looking at each other, they didn't speak, just drinking drinks and eating barbecue , as if he knew nothing about it.

It wasn't until this time that Ramos realized that he was indeed helpless now, and he could only turn his eyes to Cristiano for help.

Cristiano gave him a gloating look.

"Ikar, don't be angry, Sergio actually tried to chase after him."

After hearing this sentence, everyone turned their heads to look at Kaka who just stayed aside and didn't speak, except Benzema - the cunning Frenchman pretended that he didn't understand.

Cristiano didn't expect Kaka to have this kind of operation for a moment-although Cassie was very strict at the time, Cristiano still didn't expect Kaka to have this kind of operation.Like Raul, Cristiano also thinks that Cassie should not be refuted at this time, and there is no need to refute Cassie.After all, the relationship between Cassie and Ramos is closer than any of them. If Ramos is not in a hurry to say something but keeps shrinking his head, it means that this matter is still limited to a joke between the two.

Cassie was also taken aback for a moment. Although he was not happy with what Ramos did, he didn't intend to really kill Ramos on the spot or anything.

"Uh..." Cassie hesitated for a moment, "Of course...sese..." - Cassie didn't know how to answer this sentence, he turned his head and looked at Ramos.

"Let's not talk about that ball." Ramos decisively switched the subject, "In order to prevent Ikar from remembering more details."

Cristiano breathed a sigh of relief.

——"But I can't figure out why Kaka said that at the time." Cristiano said to Leo in the Moroccan desert afterwards, "It's completely unnecessary."

Leo lay there looking at the top of the tent and thought for a while.

"He probably doesn't understand the "tacit understanding" between Ramos and Casey?And to be honest, at one point I thought Cassie was going to scold Ramos on the spot-it's normal for him to think so. "Leo said lightly, "Besides, he also had good intentions. After all, I also watched that ball. Ramos really can't be called "trying to chase".And by the way, it's normal that normal people can't understand your jokes from Real Madrid, isn't it? "

Cristiano sighed.

Leo turned to look at Cristiano, obviously impatient with his philosophical thinking—Leo turned sideways and put his hand on Cristiano's lower body.

"Do you think I came to the desert to discuss with you the way you communicate within Real Madrid?" Leo asked.

Cristiano was taken aback for a moment, and turned over in the next second.

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"Leo, have you seen Cristiano's hairspray jar?" Ramos asked. "I don't have mine. I want to borrow it, but Cristiano can't find it."

"I don't know, but you can ask Cross." Leo said while looking at ins.

"Okay." Ramos shrugged. "Oh, by the way, the barb you assisted Cristiano today is really good! A stroke of genius, I have to say."

Leo shrugged, and before he could speak, he heard Cristiano's retort from the other side of the locker room, "No! He's a legend!"

Leo looked up at Cristiano in the locker room, then continued to look down at Instagram without saying anything.

Ramos was heartbroken by Cristiano's childishness, "So how many assists do you have now, Leo?"

Leo quit Instagram to look at the statistics, "Oh, it's 39. If it wasn't for Ronaldo not scoring an empty goal at the last moment, I would have broken through [-] this season."

"Wow, that's forty plus thirty..."

Before Ramos finished speaking, Cristiano's retort came from the other side of the locker room, "That's the spirit of friendship! I did it not to destroy the friendly relationship between the two teams!"

Leo snorted and continued to watch Instagram.

"Hey, Leo, by the way, when did you change your phone? You registered for ins? What are you posting?" Ramos leaned over to look, and read out, "I'm sorry Leo, my stupidity made me He can't achieve the great data achievement of 40+30 in a row, I'm guilty"?Rio?What's the meaning? "

Leo logged out of Cristiano's ins account, re-locked Cristiano's phone, threw it back into Cristiano's backpack, and then got up and left Cristiano's seat - he smiled and didn't speak.