[football] exactly the same

Although Chris Jr. claimed afterwards that he only blurted out that sentence because he expected to have a father he could rely on at that moment, but as members of the world's leading locker room, Real Madrid players completely refused. Take this meaningless point of view.

"Of course it's fake." After resuming training the next day, several important members of the team soaked together in the large public bathhouse-like bathhouse, and gathered in a circle for the routine post-match bragging session. Moss judged Chris Jr.'s statement in this way, "I guess his father is some unknown unknown player. When he was young, he misbehaved and killed people and was unwilling to take responsibility, so he lost Chris, but now he is poor. As soon as I saw that my son was promising, I ran back to show my father's love."

"I've seen a lot of these vampires, leeches, and leeches." Ramos impassionedly made a deafening summary of someone's character, as if he was really experienced.

Someone who was stamped and certified as 'vampire, leech, leech' without knowing it nodded in agreement.

"But the problem is that Chris lives in Cristiano's house. If this kind of vampire really appeared... Cristiano, why didn't you notice? Maybe he affected Chris's mood? We put Real Madrid as the most important thing. How can you be so irresponsible?" Ramos continued to state and ask questions.

Cristiano's neck stiffened, not knowing why he had become a target.

'Leave that ball alone, there's no way you're going to kick it in with your impetuosity. '

After returning home yesterday, Cristiano originally planned to ignore this boy who was behind his back and wondered if he had met someone so strange that he could be called his father.

But when he finished drinking the hot milk, he secretly went to the kitchen to smell the aroma of the cream cookies that Miss Maria prepared for the other servants tomorrow, and then he lay on the bed contentedly, covered the quilt and rolled a few times, but found that he couldn't fall asleep. When it was time, I had no choice but to sneak to the large French window in the living room to peek at the actions of little Chris who plunged into the backyard as soon as he came back.

Once he finds out that he has done something to destroy the lawn and trample on wild flowers, he will be kicked out - Cristiano explained his behavior so righteously and sternly.

Chris Jr. is a good kid, so of course not spoiling the environment, he's actually just shooting in dim light and shadow.

Not surprisingly, all our talented teenagers were kicked away.

Whether it is the distance from the penalty kick or the distance almost as far as the penalty area line, without exception, all of them have become planes in the sky.

'Have you encountered anything strange? 'Just rushed back to Madrid overnight from the away game, Cristiano didn't intend to do anything extra, but he is still a kind boy after all, so he can't just watch the future of the team sink.

Little Chris shook his head.

'dad?You reunited with your father? 'Cristiano, as a person who never admits defeat, will certainly not give up lightly until he gets the answer.

Uh... This is a very difficult question to answer, because from an emotional point of view, Little Chris has indeed reunited with his father, but from a philosophical and ethical point of view, it is difficult for you to define whether this Cristiano is Little Chris or not. The 'biological father'.

But after being silent for a while, Little Chris decided to respond with silence-this is almost the default meaning in Cristiano's view.

'Will he... pick you up to live with him?That's why you... I remember you saying you were afraid?Uh, I don't know, maybe did something weird and got blamed by Mr Mourinho or something? ' Cristiano frowned.

Little Chris shook his head.

"I'm very responsible," Cristiano defended himself loudly. "I even asked him what happened last night. He did seem to have seen his father, but he wouldn't tell me anything else."

"I do know a little bit." Marcelo poked his furry head over, successfully attracting everyone's attention.

'Hey, Chris, don't be so downcast, what happened yesterday doesn't mean anything - you know Mr Mourinho's temper is famous all over the world.If you have any problems, you can talk to us, if you want. ' said Marcelo, sidling up next to young Chris during warm-up.

'Uncle... uh, I mean, I was just wondering, were you ever scared before you first went on stage? '

Marcelo strokes his hair.

'Uh, scared... But many people have had experiences similar to fear, right?But to be precise, many people are nervous and excited at the same time-this is normal. 'Marcelo was puzzled,' You mean, Mr. Mourinho thought you were afraid, so he canceled the substitution? '

Little Chris nodded.

'Then what are you afraid of?You are the most talented of the new generation. After Cristiano left the field, there was no one who could match your talent - oh my god, was your father there?He came to see you?Is he watching your game? '

Little Chris once again chose to remain silent—of course, Marcelo also took this silence as his default in the same way as Cristiano did last night.

"Then there is an explanation." Ramos snapped his fingers, and the splash of water from his wet fingers touched Cristiano's face, "Of course the presence of a father watching the game will affect the children-Sese still remembers himself The first time I competed in elementary school, my father was sitting on the sidelines..."

"Sese, I'll shave your head off if you use this stupid self-proclaimer again." Cristiano wiped his face in disgust, "Besides, why is he so nervous? He practiced free kicks in my backyard." I have never been nervous all the time, can his father's eyesight surpass mine? Is he still afraid of losing face or something? He is not afraid of losing face in front of me!"

Pepe felt ashamed of Cristiano's one-and-a-half-year-old emotional intelligence, "That's his father! Cristiano, is that his father? Even if he doesn't understand football at all, he doesn't even know whether football is round or square. Well, it's normal for Chris to be nervous in his presence - it's one of the most important people in his life... after all, at least one of them."

Cristiano thought for a long time, and finally thought of how to refute, "But he hasn't been with him for a day! Even they just met, maybe not as long as me!"

Pepe gave up on persuasion.

"Then what is he going to do now?" Pepe pretended not to hear Cristiano's rebuttal, turned around and asked Marcelo solemnly, "Are you going to meet his father and make it public in front of the media?"

"Great, then he doesn't have to stay at my house." Cristiano muttered angrily.

No one cares about him.

"I don't know, he didn't say that." Marcelo touched his nose, "I just encourage him to talk to Mr. Mourinho—you know, to see if he can get the next chance to play. After all, young people are always a little surprised."

Cassie nodded, "That's great. I also believe that Chris is just too young, and maybe too expecting his father's praise or something. I hope Mr. Mourinho will give him another chance in the near future. "

Cristiano turned his head away to make no comment, looking as if he was sulking.

But after a while, he suddenly turned his head and stared at Marcelo again, "He didn't tell me anything, but why did he tell you?"

Marcelo looked at Pepe, Pepe wrinkled his nose and pretended to talk to Ramos, and Ramos played with his fingers to pretend to be intermittently deaf.

"Maybe Chris thinks you're not that empathetic or something—Cristiano, don't deny it, you can't even imagine that he would be nervous and afraid because his father watched the game. Is this the IQ and EQ that an adult should have?" Cassie countered Cristiano with seriousness, as sharp as a goal kick and then directly into the opponent's goal.

"He lives in my house, and he doesn't have to pay a rent of one euro a month! But even so, he still doesn't tell me anything?" Cristiano was stunned for a while, and chose a place that was not easy to be caught. Aspects of accusation.

Cassie looked Cristiano up and down for a while, the atmosphere was so weird that the other three couldn't help but quietly pulled the big bath towel and climbed out of the bath, and tiptoed along the wall to slip away.

But before they had time to flee the scene of the crime, Cassie just in time said the words they had been shouting in their hearts - very unfortunate.

"Cristiano, are you jealous? I mean, jealous of little Chris' father?"

"Oh my God, that's horrible, you can't think he's your kid just because he looks like you - you're a kid yourself."