[football] this god

Cristiano didn't know why Messi was angry, and he didn't care - he called Quaresma enthusiastically and bragged about his pushing skills.

Mr. Quaresma felt that Cristiano had gone too far, but on the whole he was happy too, so he didn't point out the problem and didn't try to give Messi some of the credit.

In the next few days, Manchester United will not have any thrilling games. The only key is the FA Cup final against Millwall in the league finale.

Although this is the last and only trophy that Manchester United can compete for this season, the Jazz still let Cristiano start directly.Cristiano symbolically expressed his joy for this, and then was scolded by the Jazz-"Nothing! Is it worth being happy to start in the FA Cup?"

Cristiano rubbed the back of his head and felt that he was just observing common social etiquette, but he didn't dare to say anything to Sir.

Leo was originally determined not to talk to Ronaldo or watch his games until he apologized to him, but he was not lucky. He never expected that when he went to the barbecue restaurant to eat the hell ramen that the boss wife learned the latest , actually saw Quaresma who couldn't find a table to sit because he showed up in time for dinner—"Oh hey, Leo, are you here too?"

Leo wasn't planning to greet him, he remembered that Ronaldo only noticed Quaresma's stupid push into the empty goal and ignored his talented goalkeeper - but, well, it was after all. His teammate, Leo thought about it and smiled politely, "Good evening, Ricardo, are you here for a barbecue?"

"Yes, Cristiano told me that a friend of his recommended the honey chicken drumstick or something here, and I will try it too-the last time the team gathered here, I only ate beef." Quarre Sima spoke enthusiastically, and the next second he found a plate of honey chicken that hadn't been baked in front of Leo—he paused, and his intuition told him something vague, but He didn't catch it, he just said: "What a coincidence? You also like chicken?"

Leo smiled politely: Nonsense, I am the one who recommended Ronaldo.

The owner's wife was still preparing Hell Ramen in the kitchen, so the completely blank waiter who found a table for Quaresma said happily to Leo, "You guys know each other? That's great, can you sit together? I'm so sorry , Mr. Quaresma made a reservation, but we made a mistake and the reservation failed."

"Of course." ——No... Although Leo thought so in his heart, he agreed with the waiter for the sake of face.

Will there be a half-euro tip later, Leo thought as he watched the waiter smile.

"Thank you, oh yes, can the TV be louder? Yes, thank you, I kind of want to watch this FA Cup." Quaresma said happily to the waiter-yes, since Rio After watching the Premier League, the wife of the boss will choose the TV station that will broadcast the game every time Leo comes over and there is another game.

Leo turned his back to the TV and thought I wasn't going to watch it.

"In the first 10 minutes, United were overwhelmingly superior to their opponents - well, United's shot was saved by the Millwall goalkeeper. United quickly sent, Scholes received the ball in the box and passed it back to Giger S."

"Giggs tackles Phil Neville, Millwall defender tackles, United get a free-kick."

"Uh, Leo, do you watch the Premier League?" Quaresma is not a person who can bear silence—this is exactly the same as Ronaldo, Leo suddenly thought—although he is not familiar with Leo, but since sitting When he arrived at a table, he still tried to say something, "You asked about Cristiano before and gave him the jersey. He is a Manchester United player."

"I didn't know that was when he gave the jersey." Leo didn't know why, and subconsciously denied his intention at the time.

Quaresma's expression is probably: Are you afraid that you are cheating on me...

"Okay..." Quaresma didn't know what to say, so he continued to focus on the game.

"Free kick, oh? This free kick was taken by Ronaldo? Of course, I heard from the Manchester United staff that he showed good free kick ability in training, and he also took it a few times in the league this season. Let's take a look now—well, he...he's as ugly as ever...every time I see his compasses leg I want to tie him up with a rope and straighten it."

"But Cristiano wasn't in this posture when he kicked free kicks in the past two years." Quaresma said casually-maybe he wanted to complain to Leo, or he might just be talking to himself.

Leo looked at him and said nothing.

"The ball came out to find Keane in the crowd!"

"Hey, Keane headed the ball high."

"Millwall possession - goalkeeper... goal!"

Even if Leo is talented and smart, he can't imagine such a picture-couldn't it be the goalkeeper kicking the ball in the wrong direction for an own goal?Then this is simply match-fixing at the Academy Awards level!

Leo looked back with doubts, just in time to see this amazing goal replayed on the TV broadcast: the goalkeeper didn't kick the ball when he kicked off, he chose a more stable pass to his defender-but obviously, The defender was initially unaware of the goalkeeper's intentions, and when he did, the drama ensued.

Because the grass was too slippery, the defender fell down.

At this time, O'Shea played 120% of his wit and poked the ball in before the goalkeeper could react from this shocking scene.

What is epic chicken stealing?

This is called.

"There are three elements to this historic goal, none of which is indispensable." The commentator said dryly, "As long as there is less water on the grass, as long as the defender has a brain, pay more attention to the goalkeeper's intentions, and as long as the goalkeeper has a big kick, O'Shea You can't steal the chicken — but that's the thrilling way history goes."

Both Leo and Quaresma couldn't help laughing.

"Oh my god, I'm going to text Cristiano, Manchester United's luck exploded today." Quaresma said while taking out his mobile phone and texting Cristiano, "But I know what he's going to say-"No, This is strength, and the so-called favor of fate only exists when you are strong enough"——he is such an unlikable guy. "

"You guys know each other very well?" Leo stopped laughing and asked dryly.

Quaresma was glad that Leo was willing to talk to him—after all, it’s so weird to sit around watching a game and not say a word, “Of course. Oh, you don’t know? Growing up together—we’re not just siblings, having the same manager.”

Quaresma didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said, after all, he was just stating a fact.

Leo nodded, and continued to concentrate on eating the only lollipop that was limited this week without saying a word.

"Manchester United is at it again." The commentator finally calmed down from that ridiculous goal, "Gary Neville passed a pass to Giggs and Millwall who were empty on the wing. Ni - Van Nistelrooy couldn't find space in the box and passed back to Keane who dropped diagonally outside the box."

"Kean passed back to Ronaldo near the middle circle, Ronaldo broke wide - very ugly cycling, oh my god, he swings his legs so fast, I can hardly see... the opponent's defender is knocked down? "

"Ronaldo directly stunned the opponent!"

"Breakthrough, pass to teammates near the bottom line, cross!"

"Great strength, Giggs' foot went wide of the goal."

Quaresma sighed, "It's a pity, Cristiano's breakthrough is really great! Although his cycling is ugly, but to be honest, it is quite effective-he is much better now, I don't know Did Sir Alex Ferguson stop him, his favorite thing in Portugal was dribbling and biking... er, Leo, what's up?"

Leo wrapped the unfinished lollipop in a candy wrapper and put it aside frowning, then faced Quaresma's question, he smiled and said: "It's nothing, the lemon candy is too sour, and it will make my stomach feel uncomfortable. "

——If you're not so keen on lemon flavor, that's a very convincing sentence. Quaresma looked suspiciously at Leo, then at the innocent lollipop.

"You are very familiar with Ronaldo." Leo suddenly said this sentence again, the difference is that this time it is a declarative sentence.

Quaresma hesitated for some reason, then nodded, "Of course, we're in Lisbon..."

"Growing up together, yes, I know." Leo quickly added this sentence.

you know you still ask me...

"Millwall kicks straight up United, O'Shea! O'Shea breaks the ball out of bounds."

"Millwall possession of the ball - Manchester United snatched the big foot from the backcourt and gave it to the frontcourt, Ronaldo got the ball!"

"Oh my God, his speed is too fast. Millwall's defender started at the same time as him, and he was already chasing him with all his strength, but he was still half a body away from him - there was no way, Millwall's defender stopped him killed him!"

"Foul. The referee blew the whistle to signal... Ronaldo was told to change his clothes first, his clothes were torn by the opponent... Whether he was cycling or simply relying on speed, Ronaldo was declaring war on the opponent's defender: you don't care Nothing can stop me."

Hearing this, Leo suddenly said, "You said just now that he doesn't like cycling as much as before? Then do you know why?"

Quaresma shook his head, not knowing why Leo asked that - why?Maybe you just don't like it?

Leo suddenly laughed and put the lollipop back in his mouth.

"Flowers are useless"-Quaresma doesn't know what has changed in Ronaldo's football view, but he knows.

The author has something to say: [Mini: A Forward's Growth Path 2]

Good afternoon everyone.

I'm……

still me.

After paying for Miss Bella's lipstick, my father lied to me that it was too expensive, and even lied to me that it was worth a Porsche.

Then threatened me that if I didn't play as a striker he would run away from home.

What the hell?

But well...

I reluctantly played forward for a while.

The results are not good.

Randomly swiped a primary school league golden boot.

ashamed ashamed.

Then came the quarter-finals of the Champions League that year.

Didn't Dad feed Uncle Neuer five?

After the game, I felt that Uncle Neuer was too pitiful sitting in the player tunnel, so I went to touch him.

Then he suddenly grabbed my hand and burst into tears.

——Children, I have predicted for you that you will become a greater player than your father.

——Yes, I know, and since my dad has almost finished the striker's stats, all I can do is keep him clean, right?

--right.

Done.

Uncle Neuer slipped his glove from the day into my hand.

I seem to have taken over a great mission.

—Hey, what are you doing?

I saw Bayern's Uncle Lewandowski walk out of the locker room, looked at me and Uncle Neuer in surprise, and then asked Uncle Neuer like this.

Uncle Neuer said to me: Remember our agreement.

Then he jumped up and put his arm around Uncle Lewan's shoulder and left.

-I am avenging the goalkeepers all over Europe.

I vaguely heard Uncle Neuer say.