[football] this god

Cristiano didn't take a sip of the wine, and he had already started sitting in the middle of the field, holding the game ball, smirking and refusing to let go.

No spirit in the game at all.

The Greek players looked at him one by one for ten seconds when they left the field, then shook their heads and left: No wonder they stared at people inexplicably during the game just now... Hey, he is a handsome boy, but he is a fool.

The referee team wanted to say something in the past, such as asking him if he planned to take the ball away-although it was not worth a lot of money, it was considered UEFA's property anyway.No matter what, I have to ask clearly where I am going, and I can't just disappear without knowing it.

But as soon as the referee approached, Cristiano jumped up and took the ball back a few steps, looking at the referee with a vigilant face—obviously, he thought the referee was coming to take the ball away, This is absolutely unacceptable to him.He wants to place this ball in the most prominent position in his museum in the future, with its unique tags plastered on it.

The referee looked at him, shook his head, walked up to Figo who was shaking hands with the line referee, patted him on the shoulder and said his condolences—that means: Hey, it’s good that there is a successor, but it’s a pity that he is a fool.

Figo looked embarrassed, and quickly explained for Cristiano: "It's his first senior team competition..."

The referee waved his hand, "It's okay, I know I know..."——I know that you were unprepared for the first time he got sick, it's okay.

Figo looked even more embarrassed.

But before he could finish his embarrassment, Cristiano had already remembered a very important thing, and apparated and ran to his side with a whoosh and tugged at his clothes, "Louis Luis, hurry back to the locker room, you guys Gotta get my autograph on this ball -- the whole team wants it."

The referee patted Figo on the shoulder sympathetically, turned and left.

Figo stared blankly at the backs of the three referees convulsing from laughter. For the first time in his life, he felt that Ronaldo, his emerald cabbage, might as well be let a pig do it—but he just didn’t know if any pigs were willing to do it. Chinese cabbage.

Cristiano didn't realize it, he was still in La Figo.

Because the rationality is higher than Newton's three laws of "no one can refuse Cristiano's law" once again, so although everyone dislikes it, in the end Cristiano still got the team's signature - and then he told the head coach Mr. Coralli asked for a sticky note and a piece of paper, carefully wrote a line of words and pasted them on the ball with a snap.

Scolari leaned over to take a look, then looked at the satisfied Cristiano, turned his head away, patted Figo on the shoulder with a full face of "Portugal's future is over" and left with a sigh.

Figo endured the throbbing veins on his forehead, and leaned over to take a look.

"Greek mythology to fuck" - he saw such a line written on the note.

Figo turned his head, shook his head, sighed, and patted himself on the shoulder—the cabbage in your family probably won't even bother to push pigs, you can only hope that there are really blind pigs in this world.

Leo from Argentina sneezed, thought for a while, and went over to close the big window in the living room.Then go back to the couch and sit down and text cabbage.

"Congratulations."

Cristiano didn't see Messi's text message until he returned to the hotel and carefully locked the game ball in his case.Although there is only one word, it cannot affect Cristiano's good mood.

"Thanks, I know you meant to say I played great."

Leo looked at his phone and felt that Ronaldo was probably possessed by something, so he simply threw the phone aside and ignored it.

Cristiano was excited for a while, and then he devoted himself to watching the video of his opponent in the next game-this is what he and the coaching staff wanted to come, the opportunity must not come again, he must seize this Another chance to get back what he didn't get before.

When Figo returned to the room, what he saw was the weird picture of their curly-haired man watching the game video with his eyes shining like drugged excitement—no, he wasn’t questioning Cristiano’s career In terms of energy and concentration, he just thinks that even if the child is not fooling around, he should go for a walk at this time, or call his girlfriend to relax.

Oh no, the latter is unnecessary.He knows that curly hair can’t find a girlfriend, he’s heard about it, Porto’s players said they heard from Mr. Mourinho and he heard from Mr. Mendes that curly hair is determined to spend his life with football, no woman will watch it on him.

"Does Ronaldo have a girlfriend?" Mourinho almost rolled his eyes when he heard his players ask Ronaldo after his first Manchester United game. "Why do you think I will know? I don't know him." know."

"No, it's my sister, she wants to know this—little girls, they always like good-looking little boys. So, I think you have the same manager as him, so..."

Would Mourinho ask Mendes such a stupid question?

The answer is of course no.

So he waved his hand, "I know that. He didn't, but he is determined to live with football for the rest of his life. Do you think any woman can bear him with his stupid appearance? There is no such thing."

"Cristiano, the next game is a few days away. You can take a rest tonight—if you don't want to go for a walk with other people, you can go to bed early. I'm not in a hurry to watch the video of the game." It was embarrassing for Figo, but Figo remained tolerant to the young people, "I know you are serious about all the games in Portugal, but you are not in a hurry now, you have to learn to combine work and rest."

"I'm just so excited, Luis," Cristiano replied with a smile.

This is nothing new, after all, this is the biggest senior national team competition that Cristiano has played so far, he is doing well, the team is winning, and he is normal to be excited - but the problem is the way he expresses excitement something is not normal...

Figo slandered.

"You performed very well today, Cristiano, I'm proud of you." Figo encouraged Cristiano, "And I was surprised by what you said to me that day-don't look at me like that, I don't blame you Meaning. On the contrary, I think you are right. Portugal has no absolute strength to take any opponent lightly - nor does any team actually have such capital. Football is the most fair, if you don't take it seriously, it will not give Hello results."

Cristiano thinks deeply, "That's it. Besides, we have to be careful every step of the European Cup. After all, our goal is to win the championship, right?"

This is the country's hope for them, and it is also the desire of each of them.

Figo looked into Cristiano's shining eyes and nodded with a smile, "But even so, you can take a break now-how about this, I will watch it with you tomorrow night? Maybe we can talk about the video together, You know, there will always be a lot of new inspiration when two people discuss it together."

Of course he would like to see the Portuguese youngsters delve into the game, but the human spirit is like a monkey rubber band. If it is always tight, it is easy to collapse and break when it should be tight - there is a degree of relaxation, which is a wise saying.

Cristiano didn't think this was a matter of principle, so when Figo raised it again, he readily agreed.

"Actually, I have always wanted to ask you, why do you care so much about Greece?" Figo saw that Cristiano seemed to deny it, and he shook his head with a smile, "Don't be like this, Cristiano, don't deny this-I'm not stupid, I can see It comes out that you care about Greece very much. Is there someone in this team that you don't like? Or did someone tell you that Greece can beat Portugal?"

Neither...but it did "beat Portugal".

Cristiano scratched his head, "I just had a bad feeling, I was worried that we were too relaxed-but of course, we didn't in the end. Luis, I just want to win every game. As for who the opponent is, it's a matter of Neither important nor important."

"Important because we have to find tactics to deal with it, not important because we will win in the end - whoever the opponent is is not the reason for our failure." Cristiano said, "I just want to win."

Figo could feel that this passage was true, but as far as his question itself was concerned, it was his own.He didn't know why, but he thought, it doesn't matter at all, because Cristiano's mentality is right - for a team, this is enough.

"Well, anyway, this game is over anyway, even if you hate them, you probably won't see them a second time. Enjoy the relaxing time, and start preparing for the next game tomorrow gone."

It's a pity, you may not see them for the second time... Cristiano thought so, but he nodded obediently.

As a big brother who at least looks honest and honest on the outside, Figo really didn't want to do that, but seeing Cristiano nodding honestly, he still couldn't hold back.

He rubbed Cristiano's curly hair, and then he couldn't help laughing when he saw Cristiano's eyes widen as if he had been wronged by some unfair treatment.

Cristiano rolled his huge eyes.

Ha ha.

Tomorrow I'll go buy hairspray and see if any of you dare to touch my hair.