[football] exactly the same

"I firmly oppose it! Absolutely not! Mr. Mourinho, you have to speak for me, I need my own space!" Cristiano was stunned for a while, and quickly objected, "I am your striker!"

And he is also the most precious, the same agent, and the world's top two good forwards.

Little Chris seemed downcast after hearing this sentence, but he obviously didn't dare to argue with Cristiano.

There are two Cristianos, one looks like a bully and the other is pitiful, it must be clear at a glance which one to lean towards.

"Your house is big, Cristiano, it won't be crowded if you live with one more person - be a good boy and bring little Chris home after training." Mourinho looked a little gloating , "Don't you want to prove to the outside world that you are a team's offensive core that loves your teammates?"

Cristiano refused again.

"Ikar! This is Ikar's job! As a captain, shouldn't he make a little contribution and sacrifice to help his new teammates?" Cristiano called out to Cassie, and Cassie was here For a moment, he just turned his head and silently pushed his captain's armband deep into the cabinet.

Florentino nodded to Cassie, then patted Chris on the shoulder kindly, "Cristiano, Chris is a good boy, you will get along well." - it sounds as if Cristiano has Like promised him something.

Cristiano angrily wanted to refuse again, but Florentino had already left happily stepping on the drumbeat of victory.

He has to have a drink to celebrate, after all, he has just obtained another potential stock of world superstar level for Real Madrid in the next ten years, and successfully pushed the potential stock to the current No. [-] and No. [-] striker in the world.

If nothing else, it will be an upgraded version of Ronaldinho and Messi's story.

What a perfect deal, what a fairytale.

"Chris," Mourinho greeted pleasantly, "no, not you, Cristiano, I'm calling Chris - darling, wait for me after training, we can talk about your situation in detail. Oh don't worry, Cristiano will wait for you - Cristiano, be a good boy and wait for Chris."

The rare and pleasant look is completely different from the menacing warning to Cristiano after confirming the acceptance of the Real Madrid coach.

'Cristiano, I know you're Jorge's baby, Sir Alex Ferguson's favorite, but you know, I'm neither Jorge nor Sir, I'm your manager—yes, just your manager coach.I hope you cooperate with my work like an adult, don't play childish temper, don't try to negotiate with me, and do what I say. '

'Yes, it's just like this, fascist, I don't accept negotiations, I don't accept any form-Jorge, don't talk, I don't accept any negotiations with you as a middleman.All in all, the relationship between players and coaches is our relationship, and you must obey completely on the court and on the training ground. '

'I'm not going to be nice to you, we're all adults and we're all busy.Don't make trouble for others. '

Cristiano glanced at Chris and Mourinho angrily, picked up his training mat and walked out aggressively.

"Sir?" Little Chris looked worriedly at the back of Cristiano rushing out, and said to Mourinho, "He seems to be angry, I want to go over and talk to him-I won't cause trouble for him, actually Come on, I want to tell him that I..."

"It's not necessary at all," Mourinho said softly - very creepy, but very gentle, "My boy, you have had a lot of time to get to know each other, now, get ready to warm up, this is your first training session with the first team. God, I don't want you to get into any trouble because you didn't warm up enough."

According to Cristiano's own thoughts, he didn't intend to listen to Mourinho's words, and left quickly after training-no, no, no more training, and hurried home.

"No, Cristiano, for the unity of the locker room, you have to listen to Mr. Mourinho." Under the direction of Cassie's eyes, Ramos quickly blocked the door of the locker room and stopped Cristiano from going. "And, as the core of the team's offense, you have to help Chris, after all, he is our future."

Although it is only a training session, for the Madrid stars, Chris Jr. has fully demonstrated his excellent physical condition and athletic talent-maybe not necessarily comparable to or one day surpassing Cristiano, but in the younger generation There are probably very few people who can stand shoulder to shoulder.

As long as he doesn't squander his talents and waste his youth on the pillow of young and beautiful girls, they have reason to believe that the young Chris can become another core of Real Madrid's offense in the future.

but.

"The future? He is your future? What about me? I am still your present! Sese, you have to help me! I am a striker, not a nanny!" Cristiano argued for himself.

Casey cleared his throat, "Cristiano, no one thinks you can make a good babysitter - listen to me - you're not a babysitter, we all know that, but Mr Mourinho's right, You have to prove to the outside world that you are the core of the team's offense who knows how to love his teammates."

"As a young man, don't you know what private space means?" Cristiano asked Cassie.

"...Your house is very big, you just need to pay attention to locking the door." Cassian comforted Cristiano.

A perfectly reasonable, but totally unacceptable answer.

Cristiano's eyes widened angrily, and an impassioned speech was brewing in his heart.

But the truth is, he didn't even have time to make a sound.

"Sir," because just before Cristiano had time to say more, the center of their conversation appeared at the door of the locker room, "Sir, can we go home?"

Little Chris stood at the door, cautiously looked into the locker room, and looked at Cristiano with a little expectation, "Thank you very much, sir, I didn't expect you to really be willing to wait for me—I was still there just now. I'm afraid you're gone."

Led by Cassie, everyone turned their heads to face their lockers in an instant, making a sound between sneer and ridicule.

Cristiano stared blankly at little Chris. It took a long time before he took out the car keys from his backpack and stammered, "Let's go, let's go home..."

Little Chris immediately jumped up and waved goodbye to the people in the locker room excitedly.

"..."

"Why do I feel that little Chris is not the kind of good boy I imagined?" Ramos spoke out for everyone.

"But overall he's a good boy." Mourinho, who appeared at the door of the locker room at some time, looked at the backs of the two Ronaldo meaningfully, "I don't know why, although Chris was just picked up from Portugal A newcomer to discover, but he seems to know Madrid very well, and…”

And hide something from me.

'Yes sir, I did recommend myself to Mr Chairman when I was in Portugal.I love Madrid, I grew up...I mean, it was my dream since I was little.You know, the dream of many players in life is to cheer at the Bernabeu - it's very common. '

'Forward, or more precisely a libero - yes, that's my usual role.What?My debut club?Oh yes, presumably the National Club of Madeira based on island records. '

'Oh yes, coincidentally, both are the same as Cristiano.Yes, maybe some sort of hint of fate - and honestly, I don't resent that.No no no, I'm serious, I don't know why you find it a... bother to have the same name and very similar looks as Cristiano?But I don't think so at all.I take it as an honor. '

'Yes, the orphanage, the director said she told me before that I was sent to her door with a letter in my name, but I didn't know it, I just... Amnesia, you know, a very cheesy aftermath of a disaster. '

The answers to every sentence are very decent, but from the subtleties of wording and sentence making, Mourinho can still feel the good education that Chris has received.

And this level of education is definitely a boutique from a private school rather than a big pot of rice in an orphanage.

No one knew what was after Mourinho's 'and', but out of their understanding of Mourinho's past behavior, they obediently did not raise any questions.