[football] exactly the same

Cristiano was frustrated with his conversation with Mendes. He seemed to realize that he was being too harsh on Chris, but he didn't know how not to be harsh-after all, Chris can be like this target, isn't it?

"You've been downcast recently, Cristiano, can't even Lyon cheer you up now?"

After the game against Lyon, Cassie stopped the unbelievably silent Cristiano, who was named the man of the match but looked silent, "It's not that quiet after scoring twice. So much like you."

Cristiano was too lazy to speak.

And this situation changed from frustration to irritability and anger when the next national team training session began.

Angry because the upcoming game is quite important, angry because someone said a word that he couldn't stand.

"What are you stopping me for?" Cristiano pushed away Chris, who was trying to separate himself from the booing Bosnia and Herzegovina fans outside the stadium, "Can't you hear what they are saying?"

Little Chris could hear it, he could clearly hear the Bosnian fans shouting at Cristiano a very simple word, but for Cristiano it was like a spell.

They are shouting: Messi.

It wasn't the first time, and it definitely won't be the last - Chris Jr. knows that, and he knows that Cristiano will never get used to it.

Cristiano doesn't hate Messi, nor does he see him as an eternal enemy.But Cristiano undoubtedly hates those who call Messi's name at him.

He hates because he hates weakness and incompetence.

'They can't beat me, they never can, and they know it.So they are in love with a person who can rival me, and they want to use his hand to see me fail-Chris, if you can't beat someone, you want to see him lose to others, that's the worst thing a person can do incompetent behavior. '

Little Chris will always remember his father telling him so.

"They're just afraid of you, Cristiano, don't let them succeed." Little Chris pulled Cristiano hard, trying to bring him back to his teammates—he looked at the other people standing not far away, hoping they Came here to help, but to his surprise, he found that many people were hesitant.

It's not that they don't love Cristiano and don't want him to calm down, but obviously, they have experienced more times of rage like Cristiano's than Chris-the rage caused by Messi.

"Cristiano is not very calm, this is fatal for Portugal, Chris, but we can't help it." Pepe explained their behavior to little Chris behind Cristiano's back during lunch, "You Maybe I can't understand the fury of Cristiano when facing this kind of thing-he is a person with too much self-esteem, and any comfort from you at this time may be an insult to him."

"Chris, we love Cristiano very much, so we can't... have the courage to 'comfort' him at this time." Pepe hesitated to speak, but in the end out of concern for little Chris, he still said, "You don't want to go, let him calm down, and then... we win this European Cup play-off and everything will disappear."

Cristiano is like a child, as long as he can beat the opponent, he can temporarily forget everything.

From this perspective, Pepe and other Portuguese players do understand Cristiano.

But they are not little Chris, who [best] understands Cristiano in the world.

Winning can indeed make Cristiano forget all the anger for a while, but it can't solve anything. The next time he encounters this kind of thing again, he will remember how he solved everything with victory, and then he will compare At any time, I am eager to calm myself down with victory.

But at this time, he will always forget that victory itself requires calmness.

So that's why Chris Jr. is finally working up the nerve to try and appease Cristiano.

"Cristiano." When Cristiano finished his extra training and returned to the room, Chris Jr. had been discussing with Mendes on the phone for a while, "I want to talk to you about today's training."

Cristiano directly refused, "You trained very well today, you don't need to talk about it."

"But I want to talk to you." Little Chris insisted, "Cristiano, I understand how you feel."

"Really? Then you are wrong." Cristiano said coldly, "No one understands."

Little Chris ignored the cold water that Cristiano poured on him, "He divided the world that belongs to you alone, and doubled the distance between you and God. Not only that, but his believers also called you a heretic Demon."

'He divided half of my world and doubled the distance between me and God—I have to walk twice as far to reach God's dwelling place, and to walk twice as far to become God.And most annoyingly, his followers called me a heretic. '

Chris Jr. believes no one in the world knows 26-year-old Cristiano better than his father.

Cristiano stood there, looking a little dazed.

No one can explain all of Cristiano's feelings so bluntly and accurately-maybe not himself before today.

"But what can this do? Cristiano, God is just and God knows what we are doing." Little Chris said, "Don't God love us very much?"

Cristiano shook his head. "So this is how he loves me? Torture me, is he loving me?"

This is Cristiano's life that Chris Jr. never experienced.

He had never seen such a disappointed, resentful and sad Cristiano. The father he had seen before was always proud, tall and fearless-the father didn't like anyone seeing his dark side, maybe especially Xiao Ke. Reese.

'You can tell Cristiano that no one can beat you, that little guy is nothing. Little Chris thought about the text message that Mendes had replied to him, but in the end he didn't accept this opinion.

He said: "Cristiano, Mr. Messi did not double the distance between you and God."

Cristiano let out a sneer.

"He just doubled the holiness you're about to get." Chris Jr. stood up, looking courageously into Cristiano's eyes, and said, "You've walked twice as far, so you will too." Get twice the result."

Nobody ever convinced Cristiano like that, they were more inclined to simply tell him: yes, you are the best.Maybe someone has used some means to stand shoulder to shoulder with you, but they will eventually fall and become the sea of ​​ebb tide, but you are the eternal peak.

The more they said this, the more Cristiano wanted to ask: So why?If this fact is so obvious, why do other people still think I am a heretic?

But he never asked, because he knew that wasn't what the world expected of him—he shouldn't have doubts, he shouldn't be entangled in minutiae.

Others just want a hero, and they are not interested in how the hero is born or how it feels.

The same was true for little Chris. He believed that his father was divine, the omniscient and omnipotent God. He never tried to find out whether his father was close to human emotions.

He worshiped him blindly, admiring him, maybe it was this kind of admiration and admiration that forced his father to the point where he had to be like a god - thinking of this, little Chris felt guilty.

He was supposed to be his father's haven and home, but in the end he became the reason his father had to keep covering up.

Cristiano looked at Little Chris, as if hesitating.

"You will get everything, and one day, we will get everything—someone once told me that God never disappoints anyone." Little Chris looked at Cristiano seriously, "I will help you, Cristiano No, this is not your time and Mr Macy's, this will be ours."

'God never fails anyone, Chris, especially one Ronaldo. ' said my father once.

For the first time, Cristiano realized that there was a person in this world who was so close to his soul, who knew his feelings so well, just like his bone and flesh, blood and heart—he looked at little Chris, hesitating.

Maybe it's what you want to say, maybe it's what you want to do.

Little Chris didn't know what that would be, he just knew what he wanted to do.

Little Chris walked over and hugged Cristiano.

At that moment, Cristiano's blood was neither boiling nor cold, he felt his blood was warm.