[football] exactly the same

"Oh my god, is this little Chris? Oh baby, can I call you little Chris? I watched the game yesterday and it was perfect, honey, you were perfect!"

As a little Chris who doesn’t even have a toilet of his own in Portugal, he followed the landlord to his house on the rest day after the game without any surprise, and saw him when someone came to open the door. dolores.

That was the younger grandmother, but the older Dolores that little Chris was more familiar with was not much different from her now-she was a very typical warm southern European older woman, Always full of tolerance and love for juniors and children.

Especially for well-behaved and sensible children.

Cristiano looked angrily at Dolores who was holding little Chris and smiling, "Mom!"

Dolores looked at Cristiano, "Oh my God, Cristiano are you back?" - as if she had just seen him.

Of course, there may indeed be such a possibility, and we do not rule out this possibility.

Is this plausible?Cristiano refused to speak to Dolores, and went upstairs aggressively with his bag.

When little Chris wanted to follow, he was held back by the smiling Dolores. Dolores took the bag from him and handed it to the helper at home, and then dragged little Chris to the kitchen, "Come on Try my lemon cake, dear? The neighborhood kids love it—yes, that's how it was in Madeira."

Cristiano felt abandoned.

"Why do you come home with this expression..."

But when Cristiano opened the door of his room and saw Mourinho bent over a picture of him on the table, he thought maybe it would be better if he was left alone.

"Sir...why are you here?" Cristiano felt that it was not very polite to turn around and leave directly, but forgive him, indeed, he has no special interest in seeing Mourinho now, and Mourinho pulled up the chair like a real master He sat down, and then very politely asked Cristiano to sit too.

"I'm here to talk to you about our future." Mourinho didn't go around in circles, "I watched yesterday's game, and I want to know what you think of Chris's performance."

Cristiano keenly felt that Mourinho didn't seem to be as satisfied with Chris's performance as he thought-although he didn't know why, "He performed well, in fact, if as a young man For the first show, I think it should be considered very good.”

But the good news is, maybe now he knows why Dolores is dragging little Chris and talking non-stop.

Mourinho didn't seem surprised by Cristiano's statement.

"Of course, of course, it's pretty good for a young man-a goal in his debut is a good sign." What Mourinho said is common sense, but I don't know why Cristiano is keenly aware of a little bit of injustice. Take it for granted.Sure enough, Mourinho continued, "But Cristiano, I expected to hear a better answer than this from you."

Cristiano frowned, "If you're talking about that shot, I don't think it's a big deal. Anyone can make an incomplete choice on the field—not to mention he scored, so there's nothing wrong with it."

"No, Cristiano, not this." Mourinho is rarely so gentle. "Of course I know that anyone can do something wrong, but I'm thinking about what it means-a young player, the first time. When he touched the ball for the second time on the field, anyone's first reaction should be to pass the ball, right? But why did he hit the goal by himself? It was not an absolute chance, and everyone knew it well."

Cristiano began to grow impatient with the conversation, "Sir, what the hell are you trying to say? If you're here to argue whether he's a perfectly sane player, then I'm not at all interested in the subject - no one on the field is Absolutely sensible."

"You think too much, Cristiano. I'm actually very happy that he chose to shoot instead of pass with that kick." Mourinho raised his legs calmly, and saw that Cristiano didn't understand very much. For sake, he explained in good faith, "If he passes the ball then I might temporarily reposition him as an ordinary talented player-you know, a good soldier, a perfect soldier, but definitely not a commander. But now , the situation has changed very subtly - I am very happy that he chose to shoot in that moment, he chose to shoot in the first reaction."

If Cristiano had doubts at first, he has none now.

Mourinho is nothing more than thinking that if Chris Jr. chooses to pass the ball, it may mean that he is sensible enough or that he is extremely cowardly and afraid of taking responsibility-remains to be investigated.And shooting means his confidence in his own abilities, as well as his determination and sense of responsibility-of course, this judgment is based on the fact that they all already have a basic understanding of Chris.

After all, if a complete stranger makes a similar decision, it is entirely possible that it is the first time he plays a game and suddenly gets overwhelmed, not knowing what he is doing.

And Chris's approach clearly made Mourinho see his potential to become a leader.

"Isn't this a good thing? Don't you want him to be a leader? If I didn't misunderstand what he said." Cristiano said doubtfully.

Mourinho tilted his head slightly, curled his lips, "Almost, almost, I really hope so. But when I saw you all on the scene at the same time, I suddenly realized a problem-this problem just explained what I said before. Why do you insist on asking Little Chris to play for you instead of...to be there together."

Cristiano did have doubts about this question, but Mourinho's motto is not to take the usual path, so after only a moment, Cristiano gave up thinking about this question.

"Then why?"

"Don't you understand Cristiano? Because there can only be one God." Mourinho looked into Cristiano's eyes, "There can only be one God in heaven, and there can only be one on the grass at the Bernabéu."

When Cristiano realized it, his face turned livid, "Sir, I thought it was not your job to provoke your players to discord-you told me this, did Jorge know? Did he agree?"

All of Cristiano's anger was expected by Mourinho.

"Then you really misunderstood." Mourinho waved his hand disapprovingly, "Yes, there can only be one God - but, this is just a theory. To be honest, Cristiano, I look a lot like that Are you someone who cares a lot about theory?"

Unlike... In fact, you seem to be a saboteur who is very interested in the theory of destructive attraction.

But Cristiano still retains a certain degree of vigilance.

"I'm thinking of doing something that will surprise everyone—Cristiano, we are not ordinary people, and we must do something different to shine through history and never be forgotten." Mourini O looked at Cristiano's eyes and raised his eyebrows, "Don't look at me with that expression, Cristiano, I know you are interested in this. Think about it, what is the Triple Crown? This kind of thing will always be seen by people. Transcendence, you take one, and later generations take three, meaningless—how can people like us stick to such small details?"

Cristiano laughed dryly, "Yes, if I tell the media this sentence, I think Mr. Guardiola will now kneel in the toilet to celebrate..."

"Don't be like this, I'm just making an analogy. Of course I'm still interested in the Triple Crown -- but that's not the point." Mourinho waved his hand again, "A leader cultivates a leader, do you think this is enough to become a legend? ?”

"It sounds like Catalonia's aesthetics and minor protection regulations." Cristiano mercilessly satirized Mourinho, "Seriously, you have been away from that place for so many years It was so deeply impacted, I couldn’t have imagined it.”

"By the way, I'm against making a new me - Chris is Chris, he's not a younger version of anybody. I don't know if that makes it clear, but you know, anybody is God's work, It is unique, irreplaceable and irreproducible.”

Mourinho pretended not to hear Cristiano's sarcasm, "Little Chris is of course different from you, you are the kind of very noisy leader - he is much calmer, and I don't want to be in my future life There is a second player who is as arrogant and arrogant as you are."

boom.

Little Chris, who was chatting with Dolores downstairs, drinking tea and eating lemon cake, was startled by the loud noise, and the black tea was spilled on the white tablecloth just changed by the maid.

Trembling, he turned his head to look at the part on the second floor where the movement was coming from.

Then, I was surprised to find that Mourinho was just kicked out by Cristiano.