[football] this god

Thanks to the two protagonists who are fashionable and not famous enough, as well as the incomplete broadcast technology and seat arrangement of the UEFA Champions League back then, what happened on the day of the UEFA Champions League final went smoothly and was concealed from the sky.

--Really?

But in any case, after the Portuguese head coach led his club to win the Champions League for a long time, the whole of Portugal was immersed in great joy-of course, there may be fans who sneered at the career of Mourinho and Porto, but considering As long as the country is peaceful, let's treat them as happy.

But Cristiano refused to be counted "for now".

Yes, not happy, what's the matter?

Of course, what makes him even more unhappy is the upcoming first round of the European Cup group stage. They are about to play against Greece-yes, yes, that's what you see, they are going to face their creditors.

"What's the matter? Cristiano, be happy," Figo patted his curly hair and said during the last training session before the game, "Greece will not be difficult to deal with." - Figo looked relaxed and happy.

Cristiano was so annoyed that his curly hair was scorched.

That's right, he felt that Portugal died to some extent because of excessive relaxation and underestimation of the enemy-underestimation of the enemy was not the whole cause of death, but at least it was the main part.

"Luis," Cristiano told himself when he decided to do something - when he decided to do something it had to be perfect.So he looked at Figo seriously, with his clean eyes that never changed, always the same as that year, "No victory will come to us easily, right?"

Figo froze for a moment, then subconsciously shook his head, "No."

"As long as we wear the flag of Portugal on our chest, we are defending her, right?" Cristiano followed up.

Figo vaguely felt that Cristiano was different from every day before, but he didn't have time to think about it, "Of course."

"We shouldn't feel relieved fighting for her, because that's the greatest humiliation of her, should we? Because the relief we feel comes down to contempt for her honor and holy name, isn't it?"

Figo didn't speak.He wanted to say it was just a game, but he felt that Cristiano's words were irrefutable.

He was silent for a long time, and this silence even made Cristiano feel a little uneasy-what if Figo refuted?Is it impossible for Greece to beat them if Figo insists that the game is just a game?Then how can he convince him?

But in the end, Figo did not disappoint Cristiano, "You are right, Cristiano." His eyes warmed up, "I will call everyone over, and then you tell them this sentence yourself, okay ?"

Cristiano readily agreed.

Mourinho soon heard about it from Porto's players called up to the national team - "Boss, you can't imagine Cristiano, he is amazing."

"Sounds like love, you are dangerous." Mourinho squeezed a little lemon juice into the black tea, and replied the text message casually.

"almost."

Mourinho is intimidated by the word - it's not easy, you know this is Mourinho after all.

"Several sentences, but I think one sentence is the best. Cristiano said: For the dignity and sanctity of Portugal, don't win eight if you can win ten."

Mourinho looked at the phone screen thoughtfully, then raised his head and said to Mendes who was making final preparations for him to go to Chelsea: "Ronaldo, that...Jorge, what do you think of Ronaldo?"

Mendes had just finished a phone call with the staff in charge of the club's handover - he took Mourinho's going to Chelsea very seriously, and he almost did everything by himself.And when he turned around after finishing this matter, he found Mourinho sitting in a large armchair, holding a small teacup in one hand and holding a mobile phone in the other, staring at him thoughtfully-this posture is too Comfortable, Mendez was very aggrieved.

"Looking good," Mendez said dryly.

Mourinho smirked—extremely pompous, a rarity even for him, “Thanks, what a brilliant answer. You know I want you to judge him—don't look like that I'm Jorge, even if I'm going to the Premier League next season you can't defend me because of another client of yours."

"He's a good boy," Mendes said cautiously.

"Very fake. A good boy can't say "For the dignity and sanctity of Portugal, don't win eight when you can win ten." Mourinho shook his mobile phone, "You see, my popularity in Porto is quite good-speaking of which, sometimes I don't think he's like a real kid." "

Mendes seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then sat down, "Tell me?"

"Cunning businessman, don't want to say anything, just empty-handed wolf?" Mourinho laughed at Mendes, but he was obviously not angry, and even expressed his opinion actively, "I Watched a few of his games in two days - young players are not good at commanding others in the game, because they lack experience, even if they do, they usually don't do it very well. But Ronaldo did it a few times and did it well, Sometimes creating goals, sometimes creating great chances or defending well."

Mendez said nothing.

"It's not that common for a kid - very rare, actually." Mourinho was easily lost in his own thoughts. "And that ball at Everton, you remember? His leg was shot. The one with the injury - obviously, he definitely read the referee's hesitation, and it took him a very short time to realize it, and he quickly gave his own countermeasures."

"It might just be because of a moment of passion." Mendes said suddenly—for unknown reasons, he actually denied Cristiano, "Young people have no brains, you know, this is also a common situation."

Mourinho curled his lips and shrugged, "It's also possible, but I'm inclined to say it. Because Ronaldo's first reaction was to look at the referee - he knew it was a penalty. But he must have realized the referee immediately. No penalty. It was instinct, Jorge, he had an instinct for the referee and the referee's control of the field."

"This is very rare. If it is not the result of hundreds of thousands of competitions, it is truly talented and intelligent."

Mendez hummed and fell silent again.

Mourinho didn't care.

"It was also unusual today, he said something else before - did you feel it? He dared to show his ideas in front of older players, and he knew how to inspire a team and make a team nervous Get up. He is feeling the feeling of the team, he is mediating the atmosphere of the team-this is... unbelievable." Mourinho even looked elated when he said this, "This is also a rare talent, Many people don't realize this, but it's also an extraordinary talent - many smart geniuses are too focused on themselves, unable to understand the feelings and passions of ordinary people. Their focus is the cornerstone of their personal success, but it is also their teamwork. Huge flaw as a player."

"Of course, there was also the Champions League against Porto, he didn't rush against the double-team, he didn't do anything stupid - young people are rarely so calm. Of course, it doesn't compare to the points I said before. What, but it's still worth mentioning." Mourinho thought for a while, "That's about all I have to say, Jorge, you can't show nothing."

Mendes unconsciously rubbed his fingers, leaned forward slightly, and after a few seconds of hesitation, he still spoke, "He pays attention to someone unusually—don't look at me, Jose, I can't tell you who it was. But, anyway, it was very strange without warning. I don't even know how he knew the man's name."

Mendes is careful, he even avoids using gendered pronouns.

Mourinho raised his eyebrows and spread his hands, "Very good, it's as if I didn't say anything."

"He was just a kid when I met him, you know? Very...pure, but also a little vulnerable—like crying when you lose. He was extremely strong, but sometimes he was a little... a little bit Unsatisfactory places, such as... You know, his genius self-esteem is sometimes too high." Mendes carefully considered his words, ignoring Mourinho's sarcasm, "But it's strange, He seems to have grown up overnight, of course he still makes mistakes, but very few."

Mourinho obviously didn't understand anything - he just nodded perfunctorily, "That sounds very reasonable and instructive,"

Mendes gave him a speechless look, "Anyway, what do you want to ask—don't be so jossey, we all understand you. You are not the kind of person who likes to care about someone casually."

"Then I said it?"

Mendez made a "please" gesture.

"Ronaldo, how much is the price of Manchester United? Is 3000 million enough?" Mourinho asked subtly, rubbing his hands.

"Jose."

"Not enough? 5000 million? 500 million can't be more! Chelsea's transfer fee is limited. Jorge, go talk to Sir Alex Ferguson."

"Jose, listen to me."

"Ah."

"Stop dreaming."

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