[football] this god

In the end, Messi forgave Cristiano and agreed that the two would sit down and rest for a while before deciding the outcome.

"That heel change you just had was nice, but I haven't seen you do that in a game before - it should work really well, and you'll fool the defender. Cycling, heel change, Go straight through the penalty area, and a header from the center will solve all problems." Leo lay on the lawn, with his hands behind his head, and conceived the picture, "From the wing to the penalty area line, passing the penalty area at close range, it's not bad to think about it. .”

Cristiano turned his head to look at Messi, seemingly speechless.

"What? Tactics are not allowed?" Leo asked.

"A part." Although Cristiano is different from others with the Jazz, he is still a part of Manchester United in the final analysis. If it doesn't matter if he is free and undisciplined, if he is cute, then being undisciplined on the court is tantamount to voluntarily applying for a sale. "Partly because of tactical discipline, and partly because it wasn't necessary."

Rio frowned, waiting for Ronaldo to explain.

"Obviously, isn't it? I don't need so many actions to waste time - one acceleration and one change of direction, whichever one can throw off the opponent's defenders, there is no need to do other things." Cristiano made a false gesture For a moment, say it disapprovingly.

"Then why did you do it just now?" Leo looked sideways at Ronaldo.

This is a rare sunny day in Manchester. When Leo looked at Ronaldo, he happened to be facing the direction of the sun-there was no such scene as in a fairy tale with diamond-like eyes shining in the eyes of the other party, but Ronaldo's diamond earrings were indeed pretty. Bright.

Why is it so smug... Leo suddenly thought so.

"You are showing me skills, and I can't be too simple and rude." Cristiano said naturally, "After all, this is not a game, it's just... you know? It's not the same as a game. This is... this is a contest .”

Cristiano was immersed in the rhetorical difference between the words "competition" and "competition" for a while, until Messi jumped up and yanked his arm hard.

"...What are you doing..." Cristiano didn't know why, but he got up anyway.

"Pass me with speed." Leo announced his request simply and clearly.

Cristiano once again questioned why this guy has been able to maintain the "good boy" persona for so many years.

Leo has never been a person who is good at speed-especially when facing someone like Ronaldo who is really good at speed.

So Cristiano has no doubt, and indeed no doubt, that he perfectly surpassed Messi in the first time.

"I have said a long time ago that running fast is running fast-a natural advantage, there is no way." Cristiano stomped the ball under his feet triumphantly, "I don't know who told me, what a good brain It can make people who can only run can't catch the ball."

Leo looked like he wanted to roll his eyes, but he knew that a loser is not entitled to roll his eyes.

"One more time." He said dryly.

"You can't be faster than me a hundred times." Cristiano pouted.

Leo glared at him, but said nothing.

Cristiano doesn't take the opponent's opposition seriously, but that doesn't mean he will ignore it-Messi is never comparable to those messy people. When he says he wants to win you, you must first always remember Live him can really beat you.

Cristiano is well aware of this.

He didn't mean anything frivolous, and he didn't control his speed in the slightest.

In the last round of the game, he passed the ball directly to the diagonal line to overtake - no technical content.

However, the speed of eating raw is always like this. Although Cristiano intended to do something, he gave up the unnecessary drama after thinking for a while.

? ? ? ? ?

Cristiano stood still and looked at Messi who got stuck in the ball the moment he kicked out and directly destroyed the ball.

stunned.

"You don't have to be too sad. It's normal for track and field athletes not to play football. I forgive you." Leo looked at the ball that rolled away and said slowly, "Who said that? People with brains can Let those who can only run can't even get the ball."

Cristiano was furious.

He immediately ran over and hugged the ball back, "Again! This can't be a conventional weapon."

Leo didn't contradict him.Because Leo knows that this is of course not a conventional weapon: one-on-one is different from a formal match.During one-on-one, all his attention is focused on Ronaldo alone, but in official games, there are always other sports on the field that will come into his sight, and it is impossible for him to give every point of attention to Ronaldo. Ronaldo.

Moreover, Ronaldo is right, not every time the score can be calculated without any difference.

Even if he is Messi.

"But anyway, I'm still quite surprised." Cristiano saw that Messi had no intention of continuing, so he didn't insist.He put the ball on the ground and sat on it. "I never thought someone could tackle it this way - very rare and very... very Leo Messi."

Leo was slightly moved by the last sentence, "What does it mean to be "very Messi"?This is the first time I've heard such a statement. "

Cristiano shrugged, "That's normal, you're only seventeen—are you seventeen? But anyway, everyone in the future will know, this is the way you play, and everyone else It's different - it's hard to replicate, it's impossible to surpass. I sometimes wonder if you've taken it personally in this way of playing football."

Leo looked at Ronaldo for a while, then slowly sat down opposite him, "You too."

"Huh?" Cristiano froze for a moment, not quite understanding.

"I said you too, your way of playing football is not quite the same as other people's."

"Some people say I look like Müller," Cristiano said. "The Müller who is good at scoring goals."

Leo thought for a while, then shook his head, "It's not like, you have a very good grasp of the position on the field. I have observed that you can mobilize the entire offensive line-you know where everyone on the offensive line should be in order to control the attack. Force maximization. It's hard to say what that is, but you're not... like him. I guess so, I guess you're not like that at all."

"Some people think that my transfer is "pointing fingers" and "ball bully". "Cristiano continued.

Those used to be the two words he hated the most, and he didn't know why he asked Messi like that.Maybe he just wants to know if Messi really understands him-he has no way of knowing whether Messi really understood "back then", he can only know this now.

Leo sneered and shook his head again, "It's your fault that you know this kind of person, you shouldn't allow this kind of person into your life—it's going to bother you. You should...you should just walk on, And then see how far and where it goes."

You may end up in an empty place, or there may be other people there.

But if there are other people at your end, it must be just one person.

Cristiano looked at Messi, who was a little mature, and couldn't help laughing, "You will too. You will bother me too." - He didn't know why he said that, he shouldn't have said that.

It's so antisocial.

Sure enough, Messi stopped smiling. He looked at Cristiano, and it was hard to say what he was thinking at that moment, "Do you think I am someone who doesn't understand you?"

The moment he said this sentence, it suddenly coincided with the image of Messi in Cristiano's memory.

- "You didn't come to Zurich." Cristiano didn't attend the national derby day after the Golden Globe ceremony. Messi asked Cristiano sitting on the steps in the player channel through the curtain wall of the home and away team channel, " Why?"

"You shouldn't expect me to go, shouldn't you? Mr. Mourinho announced that none of Real Madrid's players will attend the awards. Because of the game." Cristiano replied indifferently.

He couldn't see Messi's expression clearly, but from the rare questioning tone of the other party, Cristiano could hear and imagine how unhappy Messi was when he didn't see him in Zurich.

That was probably the coldest time between them—for all the goodness of the world.

"If you want to go, Mr Mourinho can't stop you. So if you don't go, then you don't want to. Why don't you want to? Are you angry with them? Do you think they don't understand at all? You think there is no one in Zurich Got it?" Messi rarely said so much at once, especially when facing Cristiano.

Cristiano froze for a moment, then didn't say a word.

"You put me in the same position as them." Messi said suddenly after a period of silence-he didn't say he was angry, but Cristiano knew that he was angry.

more angry.

"Back then" Cristiano knew it, and now Cristiano knows it too.

Messi is angry, and really angry.

——"No, if they bother me, then maybe it's because they don't understand anything. But you bother me because you know everything." Cristiano looked into Messi's eyes and said.

Leo laughed again.

"Only I would bother you like this."

"Only you will."