[football] this god

Considering that they were sitting in the stands of the Porto fans and they were very close to the stadium, Cristiano was afraid that Mourinho would find out when the award ceremony was presented, so Messi, who was holding his breath and dragging his life to watch the award ceremony, stood on tiptoe and walked along. Slipped out of the court with the thorns in the wall.

"Looks like two thieves who attempted to steal the trophy." Leo commented sharply on their posture as they left the court.

"Otherwise? Do you want the world to know that we sneaked out to watch the game? Forget it, I don't want to provoke Jorge, he has something about your allergies - the kind that makes you breathe hard and have a heart rhythm disorder when you hear the name. "Cristiano rolled his eyes - if his feeling is correct, does this little man even disdain pretending to be gentle, tactful and obedient in front of him?

Seriously, when will Leo Messi ever say something like this completely indecent?

"Sounds like love," Leo said dryly.

Cristiano stared at this shameless little man who took out his pajamas and toothbrush from his backpack to wash up, and it was hard to imagine that he could say such a thing.

"Turn on the TV. I want to watch the nightly news. They will definitely replay the awards ceremony." Leo walked into the bathroom, his words blurred from brushing his teeth, "Fortunately, I booked a room with a TV."

Cristiano skillfully turned on the TV to find a channel, and then shouted towards the bathroom: "I don't understand, why can't you book two rooms, I don't want to stay with you for one night!"

"My salary is not high." Leo stuck his head out from the bathroom. If it weren't for the white toothpaste foam in his mouth, his sincere expression might really have earned him some sympathy points from Cristiano. .

"I hope you spent all your breakfast money for next month because you booked this room." Cristiano muttered loudly.

Leo rinsed off the toothpaste froth in his mouth with a grunt, and replied, "It's not that low, it's just not high."

"It's a pity." Cristiano finally found a station broadcasting sports news. "It's started, the awards ceremony. After watching it, go to bed immediately!"

Leo rushed out quickly, even holding a towel in his hand to wipe the water stains around his mouth.

Cristiano rolled his eyes and went to wash up by himself - seeing Mourinho win the championship was already very exhausting, he didn't want to see him holding the cup, that would test his nerves too much.

Mourinho is still very young as a coach, but he seems almost indifferent to the European club's top honor in the Champions League.He showed a smile when he touched the trophy, but soon, it was flat.

More often, he just looks at his players and smiles with them.

Someone laughed and got into Mourinho's arms, and Mourinho smiled and hugged him with one hand, and stroked the neck of another player who came closer with the other hand-the gesture was very intimate, But also with a bit of ego and a very strange attachment.

He seemed reluctant, as if he was completely intoxicated by it but was ready to turn around and leave at any time.

"It surprised me."

When Cristiano came out of the bathroom wiping his wet hair, he heard Messi say this to him.

"Go take a shower, and, what surprised you?" Cristiano yawned and poured himself a glass of water.

"His career in Porto was great, why did he leave at this time?" Leo asked strangely.

Cristiano almost choked to death by the water - he stared at Messi, if the other party's eyes were not too confused, he would think that Messi also had a script.

"When did he say he was leaving?" Cristiano asked knowingly.

"Obviously, look at his posture." Leo spoke concisely again.

Cristiano looked at Messi in confusion for a while, then asked slowly: "I thought you didn't care about unimportant things that had nothing to do with you?"

Leo seemed to be looking at an idiot, "Don't care. But I'm not stupid, I can tell - I'm just...you're right, I just usually keep silent, like you said, don't care, after all with me Nothing to do."

He knows everything and is indifferent to everything.

Sounds like Messi.

"Probably," Cristiano said vaguely, not wanting to appear to be overwhelmed, "Jorge wouldn't tell me that. He's garrulous, but he never makes a mistake when he should shut his mouth— You know, professionalism or something."

"I think so." Leo said flatly. "A good agent knows when to pretend. They are good at it."

Cristiano's ears moved, keenly feeling that Messi doesn't like Mendes, "This sentence doesn't sound like a happy evaluation."

"It's not." Leo gave Ronaldo an approving look.

"So why?" Cristiano waited for a while, and asked when he found that Messi had no intention of explaining himself.

"Because they're full of hypocrisy. The way they look at me reminds me of the items on the shelves—they try to control everything about me, and I don't like it." Leo's face was expressionless. "That's disgusting."

"Jorge is a good man!" Cristiano said good things for his old friend-but he suddenly remembered that when he praised others, it seemed that Messi always got upset very quickly. He hesitated and let it go Slowing down to speak for Mendes, "Well, he's genuine with people... well, you know, he's not hypocritical."

Mendes: One day I will sell you to Barcelona to feed pigs【Smile.jpg】

But this time Messi looked very calm.

"There will always be exceptions, which is normal." Leo shrugged, "It's not that there are no good people, it's just that there are more bad ones."

Cristiano quickly grasped the subtext, "So you have found a professional manager?"-Surprisingly, he thought Messi never thought of using a professional manager.

"They came to me to recommend themselves," Leo said, "when I first came to the first team at Barca. But I didn't like it, so I turned it down - "My father will take care of that, so, thank you, but no ’, so I told them. "

Cristiano froze for a moment, "But...but your father may not be able to handle your huge affairs one day—especially when you become a superstar. Your business cooperation, development, and affairs with the club are still There are career plans, these are professional, and it is impossible for a team that has not experienced professional training to deal with it.”

"Maybe." Leo pouted.

"You don't care?" Cristiano seemed incredible-no one can completely ignore this. He also knows some players whose family members manage their own affairs. It is difficult for them to really dismiss their family members.

He thought Messi was like that too.

"I'm just playing football. Business cooperation and development are not necessary for me. If it's too troublesome, just refuse them all." Leo seemed to be amused by Cristiano's surprise, "You care about this? But, you don't Do you think that makes you uncomfortable? I thought you didn't like it, so you turned down the Coca-Cola."

Cristiano shook his head. "No, I just don't think it's time to take on a commercial contract like this—but, no, I don't feel uncomfortable about that. Honestly, I kind of like it."

Leo gave a noncommittal oh, slowly slipped off the bed and walked to the bathroom again with his slippers on—he only brushed his teeth to watch the award ceremony, "Okay, but I don't like this—Bailey, Mara Dona, none of them have any commercial exploits, but they're still great, aren't they?"

"The times have changed, the world has changed, hasn't it?" Cristiano said to Messi's back.

Leo waved his hand, "Times have changed, but football has not."

"I'm sorry." Cristiano remembers sitting on the steps of the player's tunnel and pretending to tie his shoes before the start of the national derby. Said Messi, who was sitting on the steps.

"Excuse me?" Messi asked bewilderedly with that gentle smile familiar to every football fan in the world.

"That case, I'm sorry to hear about this." Cristiano refers to the tax case, "but it won't affect you, will it?"-he was a little uneasy at that time, a little worried that Messi was indeed affected or What.

"No, this has nothing to do with football." Messi's smile remained unchanged, "And, thank you for your concern."

Cristiano only noticed "no". As for how Messi explained this "no", he didn't care at all, so he just jumped up contentedly and prepared to start the game.

But now, he seemed to finally know what Messi meant by that sentence.

He doesn't care about anything, what outsiders say, what the world thinks, he may feel that there is something wrong or not good, but in the end, all of this is not as important as the ball under his feet.

Even if he feels something is wrong, he will immediately forget it, because "this has nothing to do with football".

This is his huge advantage in football, but also his huge disadvantage in other areas.

The author has something to say: [Messi has no script]

[Messi is not reborn]