[football] this god

[Baby Wang Mumu was so sweet to me yesterday] [Add a donut for her] [Baldy Brother’s Metaphysics Class: Great Transformation]

The bald brother has been suffering from chronic constipation for many years.

Once when I was playing a derby in Barcelona, ​​I met an old woman who saw a hidden disease at a glance, so she gave a pair of pooping men, and told the bald brother to take them home and put them in the bathroom.

A pair of villains.

A Ronaldo.

a Messi.

The bald brother looked at the villain and felt that his illness was getting serious again.

But as the saying goes, emergency medical treatment.

The bald brother finally overcame the psychological barrier and placed the villain next to the toilet to put the toilet reading materials.

"It's not fair."

"can not tell."

"It's obvious - I'm taller than you, but why did they make you the taller one?"

"Because it's a villain sold by Barcelona, ​​not Madrid. Please don't ask stupid questions."

"Isn't Barcelona attractive? Why can Barcelona ignore scientific facts?"

"Barcelona has gravity and is clearly more scientific - Madrid doesn't have gravity."

"It's not attractive, so you were floating in the air when you were playing in Madrid?"

"It's attractive, so why is your head coach constipated?"

"Is constipation strangely attractive?"

"Of course not, just to give an example to refute your unreasonable trouble-I guess your head coach is constipated because of your unreasonable trouble."

"Let's fight."

"With all due respect, you don't have a height or weight advantage over me now. Do you still want to fight?"

The bald brother pushed open the toilet door and saw Melo who would fight even if he was made into a shitty man.

I feel that my old constipation has become more serious.

[I'm so sad, there are more than 70 chapters, and the second year's Christmas in the timeline has not been written yet...]

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64

Are Xavi and Iniesta good players?

Nonsense... Both of these two players are in the top three levels of the Golden Globe Award. If it were not for Messi's brilliance, Cristiano has no doubt that these two people can compete for a Golden Globe Award.

Cristiano even had time to think about this question when he browsed the results and comments of Quaresma's game on the Internet.

Then immediately after confirming that Quaresma was well received, he sent Quaresma a text message full of praise and subtle shame.

——"Your performance today was great, that goal was perfect, this year's Puskas Award. There is no doubt."

"Hahahahahaha, thank you. I'll go celebrate with my teammates first, and talk to you later." Quaresma quickly replied.He may have felt that Cristiano was blowing too much, but overall he was quite happy.

Cristiano said there was no need to worry, and then deleted Quaresma's reply so that it would not take up his limited SMS memory.

Are Puyol, Ronaldinho and Deco, who just arrived in Barcelona this season, good players?

nonsense.Needless to mention Ronaldinho, Deco is also the main force of the Champions League and European Cup champions, and Puyol is also famous.

Cristiano scratched his chin, to be honest, let alone these people, even Higuain and Di Maria—sorry, why did he use "even if"?

But in any case, the above-mentioned people must be top football players, and if not all of them are enough to be in the hall, at least they are all stars of an era in football.

So why is Messi okay in Barcelona, ​​but always unsatisfactory in Argentina?

This is probably the number one unsolved mystery in football in the 21st century.

"I just don't know why they don't get what I mean."

Leo replied to the text when he was on the team bus - satisfied that Ronaldo ended up watching him, he decided to forgive him.

Cristiano played with his curly hair and thought about it. In fact, he didn't know why, and sometimes he couldn't understand why there was a big hole on the field and no one knew how to defend, run, and grab points.

He couldn't figure it out for a long time, so he chose the easiest way-I will run, you just look at me, and your ball will go wherever I go.Or, you just run and I'll give you the ball if you get to an open spot.

In this way, everyone's life will become easier, and fortunately his teammates have always been excellent, and his passing and running positions are excellent, so he gave up thinking about this-it doesn't affect his life, so don't care so much.

"You can tell your teammates where you need him." Cristiano thinks this is quite simple.

Although the president of FIFA... what was his name?That old man, the one who was later found out to be corrupt or something...

Oh yes, Blatter... or Prague?Anyway, you see, he remembers it.

Although Blatter laughed at him as a "commander" who dictated everything, Cristiano always believed that he was right.And Blatter?

With all due respect, "knowing a fart" is the greatest compliment to him.He doesn't even know shit.

Leo held the phone but didn't know what to say.

He doesn't like commanding, he doesn't like shouting, he doesn't like socializing and blah blah blah even on a daily basis - not that he wants to do it, but if he can.

That's not his style, it goes against his instincts.

"Can't they understand it by themselves?" Leo was a little disappointed. The life he expected was very simple - he had a tacit understanding of nonsense with his teammates when he was playing football, and he lived quietly without struggling or caring about him. Don't want to care.

"Leo."

Leo was still immersed in his emotions, Iniesta stood up from the middle of the bus, beside Harvey, staggered to Leo and sat down.

Leo was stunned for a moment - some people like to sit and chat with their closest people after the game to chat about the game or supper, but Leo doesn't like it, and he doesn't force himself to like it.He always sat alone in silence, and no one tried to disturb him.

What might happen today.

Leo thought so.

"Leo, you don't need to be too nervous on the pitch." Iniesta sat down next to him - obviously on a mission. "You need to be calm. You can do well when you are calm, we all know that You have the ability."

I'm calm enough.Leo thinks this way, because you are not calm.

But Leo knew he shouldn't have said that, so he just kept his head down.

"Some balls today, although you got good opportunities by dribbling, you may have missed the previous opportunities." Iniesta said not euphemistically, but obviously did not intend to make Leo look bad, "Quick Playing the ball is a safer and more effective way. Leo, excessive dribbling may give the opponent more chances to counterattack."

It's amazing.Leo thought so.

They never realized that it wasn't a great opportunity because they never saw that a better opportunity was bound to arise just two steps away.

It's not that they don't know what to do, it's that it never occurred to them that they could.

It shouldn't be, because those opportunities were so obvious, it never occurred to Leo that others might not see them at all.

"You can tell your teammates."

Leo remembered Cristiano telling him so a few minutes earlier.

He believed in Cristiano - in a way, in certain things.

"Andres," said Leo, determined to try, "but I was thinking that maybe the chance I got after dribbling was an easier shot - I was thinking about that. I thought there would be a better chance. "

Iniesta froze for a moment and didn't speak for a long time - he looked a little flustered, maybe Leo's answer was too unexpected.

"But...you don't succeed every time, and you don't have such opportunities every time. If you can play the ball quickly..." Iniesta repeated his point of view, "Leo, your experience It's not enough, you know, you can't judge correctly every time. But if you are tackled in that position in the frontcourt, it is likely to be a counterattack."

Leo lowered his head to dig at the keyboard of the phone, and after a while he raised his head and smiled at Iniesta, "I know, thank you, Andres."

Iniesta carefully observed Leo's expression for a while, and finally heaved a sigh of relief when he realized that Leo didn't show any perfunctory look—thankfully, he was still worried that Leo was too persistent.Fortunately, Leo was still a good boy, sensible, and smart enough.He can know that other people are good for him.

Iniesta smiled and patted Leo on the shoulder, "But anyway, Leo, you actually did a very good job today-Xavi let me tell you, he is very sorry that he missed an opportunity for you today his chance."

With that very everyday shallow smile, Leo said softly that it's okay, it's because my pass is not good enough.

Harvey, who hid in the front row and eavesdropped for a while, heaved a sigh of relief, and turned his head to give Iniesta a thumbs up.

Iniesta might have been about to say something to Leo, but Leo's little touch of his phone might have made him realize that Leo didn't want to continue a conversation at all—for whatever purpose.

Iniesta understood Leo's temper, so he didn't think it was impolite, let alone angry. He just patted Leo's shoulder again, then got up and walked back to himself on the moving bus. The previous seat was gone.

"I tried the method you said." Rio replied slowly to Ronaldo after watching Iniesta return to his original seat and sit down.

"Which part?"

After about 5 minutes, Ronaldo gave him a question.

"You say" can tell them "that part. I told them what I think."

"Oh, so what? Is it effective?" Cristiano lay on the bed and thought for a while holding up his mobile phone, then added, "I'm glad you are willing to try a solution you didn't like."

Leo pursed his lips and seemed to be smiling, but the little smile disappeared quickly, "It didn't work well, I thought maybe this plan didn't suit me, so I have a new plan."

Cristiano felt that his decades of field experience had been slandered, and he was aggrieved, "Oh? What do you think?"

"I want to ask you a question."

Messi did not answer Cristiano, but gave a statement, and judging from the speed of his subsequent text messages, he did not intend to give Cristiano any chance to "allow questions" or refuse.

"They can't, but how do you know I got a better chance than some kind of mistake?"

Cristiano stared at his phone, the screen went dark several times and was turned on again by him.

But this time Messi was extremely patient, and there was no movement after sending this message—as if he had decided that if Cristiano didn't answer, he wouldn't say a word to him again.

"I know you better than anyone else."

Cristiano finally answered.

"Thank you for understanding me."

Almost the next second, Messi responded.