[football] this god

No matter what Leo thinks, anyway, Real Madrid's internal disputes have not been quietly covered up because of the big victory.

Cassie's post-autumn reckoning comes quietly.

"No, don't, Sergio, shut up." After training the next day, Cassie raised his palm to Ramos who wanted to come over to explain to him with his gloves still on. The meaning is: I know what you are going to fart, you can stop it.

——Casey just told Ramos to conduct special training on his defensive awareness, and Mourinho has also agreed to his special training plan.

"What do you want to do to me?" Mr. Ramos asked Cassie so vigilantly at the time, and tried to soften the other party's heart with his pitiful eyes.

But Cassie is immune to that, Cassie told himself, you can't trust him, you have to think about how many times he's done nothing and got you in trouble.

Thinking of this, Cassie became indifferent.

"I discussed a method with Mr. Mourinho." Cassie said while nodding to Mourinho, who was standing by the door watching the show, expressing his gratitude, "We plan to let you feel as a goalkeeper and get scored. The feeling - the one who plays the striker is: myself."

There was a burst of laughter in the locker room, and everyone thought Cassie was joking.

But Cassie's coffin face shut them up quickly.

Wait, why does Cassie look like she's serious?Is he serious? !Everyone began to feel that this was indeed a good show.

"It's impossible, Ikar, you won't score at all." Ramos calmly signed a death contract for himself with Death without increasing the price.

Cassie's death stare.

Ramos couldn't laugh anymore - he still wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare.

"Don't worry, I went home last night and did special training." Cassie said dryly, "Now, take my gloves and get out and get ready for training."

Only then did Ramos panic, and only then did he know that Cassie was not joking.

"No! Ikar! You can't do this to me!" Ramos shouted hoarsely.

Then comes the dialogue at the beginning.

——"Ikar, I didn't..." Mr. Ramos wanted to say that he had done nothing wrong—it was Cristiano who was wrong, and it was Cristiano who didn't fulfill his duties as a striker, so he had to go help.and!Moreover!It's Cristiano who reclaimed too deeply, what's the matter with Sese!

Mr. Ramos put his misfortune on Cristiano's head, so he grabbed Cristiano who took out the can of hairspray from his backpack and was about to go back to the mirror to fix his hair, "Cristiano, you have to Speak for me! It's not my fault!"

Cristiano looked at Casey's face, and looked at the dying Mr. Ramos with pity, "Sese, I'm sorry to hear that you seem to be blaming me—your striker—for helping the team defend."

There was snickering in the locker room.

They understand that Mr. Ramos is in a hurry to go to the doctor, but Ramos should not choose Cristiano-Cristiano is not the kind of person who is willing to take the blame.

Mr. Ramos couldn't bear this terrible ridicule, and there was a loud sob in his heart.

Cassie gave Cristiano an embarrassed smile—it looked like he was saying: Sorry, I didn’t like our son—and quickly pulled Ramos back in front of him, and motioned for Cristiano. Feel free to toss your hair.

Cristiano nodded happily to Cassie, and then went to get his hair done happily.

"But it's not fair! You should condemn..."

When Cristiano heard that Mr. Ramos was still trying to force him, he sighed sympathetically, but insisted that he was unwilling to save him.

Because fools are not worth saving.

——"Kun scolded you at me. Although you heard it in the parking lot, I want to say that it is not the full version. After he went back, he sent me a message to scold you all night. He scolded you until I fell asleep. Not sleepy."

When Cristiano started to do his hair, he suddenly received a message from Leo, and Cristiano rolled his eyes.

I'm sorry, it's not that Cristiano has special discrimination against certain Argentine players in Atletico Madrid, but he really thinks it is a particularly stupid thing to complain to the other's partner after being bullied-even though he believes Aguero Nothing is known about him and Messi.

"He's stupid," Cristiano texted back.

Leo replied with a bunch of soulless smirk emojis.

Cristiano was very unconvinced and wanted to insult Aguero.

But just as he was thinking of words, Higuain came in - Higuain came to use the toilet.

"Yesterday was great, Cristiano," Higuain said to Cristiano while turning on the water. "It's not that I don't have compatriot feelings, but to be honest, I have to say, Aguero's expression was so funny."

Through the mirror, Cristiano glanced at Higuain's "there" in a very straight man's habit, and quietly compared it with his own "there".

Sadly, however, Higuain found out.

"Cristiano..." Higuain was very speechless, "Can you not be so obvious?"

Cristiano curled his lips, and looked away, "Okay, okay, don't read it or not - it's all men, what does it matter?"

"..." Higuain really couldn't answer this weird question this time.

"Okay, okay," Cristiano once again showed his "magnanimity", "I also thought Aguero was funny at the time, especially when he tried to sue Messi in the parking lot after the game! He is a primary school student Do I know Messi well? Does he have any threat to sue like this?"

——Yes, Cristiano has never forgotten to put aside his relationship with Mr. Messi even though he is a very chicken thief.

But because Higuain didn't know anything about it, he didn't find this passage strange.To be honest, he himself felt that what Aguero did was very stupid*.

But at this time, Higuain still decided to give his compatriots a little face.

"Uh." Higuain thought for a while, then zipped up his pants, "I think...he just wanted to complain to his good friend, it's not a big deal."

Cristiano curled his lips, but he still realized that he didn't continue to complain about his national team teammates in front of Higuain - he even gave way to Higuain to let him wash his hands.

But Higuain didn't look grateful, which made Cristiano a little sad.

"But I think." Higuain spoke again, "My personal opinion may not be reasonable."

"What?" Cristiano asked. He had planned to leave with the can of hairspray, but he stopped because of Higuain's words.

"Of course I sympathize with Aguero. After all, we are teammates of the national team, but I sincerely think that Aguero's nightmare is not over yet." Higuain shook his hands after washing, gloating Said.

Cristiano was extremely excited when he heard that Aguero's bad luck was coming, and immediately ran back to Higuain in a dangdangdang, excitedly preparing to listen to the story.

Higuain felt that Cristiano was a bit nervous. After all, in his opinion, Cristiano should have no grievances with Mr. Aguero.

But he continued, "You scored four against Atletico Madrid, and Barcelona will also play against Atletico Madrid in the league in two days-even if Barcelona wants to avoid the limelight with you, they will not allow Leo to show mercy. There is no doubt about it. And if Leo doesn't show mercy..."

Puyol and the others hope that their top card and child will crush Real Madrid's little bastard in all directions, so when they encounter the same opponent in a similar schedule, this comparison is particularly important.

Seriously, for the first time in his life, Cristiano liked Puyol's OCD so much.

Cristiano could even imagine what the Puyols would say.

- "Leo, we're not trying to force you to score, but you know, you see, what did that bastard Ronaldo do to Atletico Madrid? He scored four goals in a row in an insignificant Copa del Rey game What is this? This is a huge challenge to Mr. Ballon d'Or and Barcelona! You can't let him win. Leo, you have just won the Ballon d'Or, you have to strengthen your reputation in the hearts of fans and footballers all over the world Dominant position, you have to use every means and every stage to let them remember that you are the best player in the world. Atletico Madrid is exactly such a stage.”

"Yes, I think so too. Leo, you have to remember one thing: all the competition, all the problems between you and Ronaldo, it's not a problem between you and him, it's a huge problem between Barcelona and Real Madrid ...you don't win for yourself, you win for Barça and all Barça fans."

After saying this, Puyol and Xavi will also give Leo a stupid determined look.

Yes, they must be like that, Cristiano knows them all too well.

—— Higuain did not continue talking at this time, because he and Cristiano looked at each other, and they both saw the same schadenfreude in each other's eyes.

They laughed very tacitly.

——It’s going to be a good show again, life is really wonderful.

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Leo is injured, and the national team will not be able to play this time.

But it's okay, anyway, there is only one warm-up match and one World Cup qualifier, which is not very important.

——They have confirmed the No. [-] position in the South American qualifiers, and it doesn't matter if the sky falls.

Everyone talked and laughed and came to the accommodation to wait for the house key, and then went back to the house to sleep.

"Hey! Cristiano!" Higuain immediately greeted Cristiano when he saw Cristiano wearing earphones, digging out his phone and dragging a suitcase. "If Leo doesn't come this time, who do you want to sleep with?"

"Could it be that you stay alone in the vacant room?" Di Maria quickly interjected.

"Wouldn't that be sleepless?" Aguero did not fall behind.

"Or have already booked a beautiful woman to accompany you?" Mascherano also began to press.

"It's impossible for Cristiano to be neglected by his pillow." Tevez followed up.

"You can come to me at night to talk about tactics."

This is the topic stopper, Mr. Maradona.

Cristiano looked up at them and silently unplugged his earphones.

Turn the phone around so the screen is facing them.

On the screen was Leo's coffin face.

"I thought about it, I'd better go there." Leo said to the team, "Stay away from Ronaldo."