[football] exactly the same

Smiling, amiable and personable, Cristiano offered to call Mr. Aveiro and invite him to watch Real Madrid's home game against Real Sociedad.

Mr. Aveiro was horrified.

"Mr. Mendes, is Mr. Ronaldo crazy?" Mr. Aveiro asked politely.

Mendez gave a dry laugh and didn't speak.

It's not that I don't want to say it, but the main reason is that the development of the situation is too strange, and Mendes himself feels that he has nowhere to say it.But fortunately, the game started a few minutes later and Chris Jr.'s performance saved Mr. Mendez, who had a lot of slots.

"Poor Royal Society."

Only 10 minutes into the game, the commentator set the tone for the game.

"They can hardly find a chance to get the ball." The commentator is full of pity, "Little Chris's midfield activities are very successful. Impressive, if this intensity can last for 10 minutes, I think I can say Mu now Mr Riño's transformation has been successful."

"The position of the forward midfielder has played almost all of Chris's advantages, such as passing ability, vision, and creativity. Except for shooting ability, he has done everything very well-so far, there is no doubt."

"Chris steals from under the defender - Chris may have been a little bit deep, higher up for his position, but that's okay, it doesn't matter."

The clause "Little Chris is justice" was solemnly written into the first paragraph of Article [-] of the Madrid Basic Law almost at this time.

"There is a gap at this time, little Chris can try to go far..."

"No! He chose to pass! He saw Cristiano's position!"

"That **** is a single sword! Single sword! Single sword!"

Cristiano rarely misses a single pole.

Today is no surprise.

Mendes, who witnessed his two babies completing the scheduled tasks ahead of schedule at the beginning, was relieved, and seized the time to congratulate Mr. Aveiro who was sitting next to him—but to be honest, he is really... not very used to it Congratulations to 'little Chris' dad'.

This whole thing is just too weird.

Again, this is too weird even for a well-informed Mendes.

'Yes, I intend to personally invite Mr. Aveiro to watch this match. '

Mendes still remembered that Cristiano called them back yesterday, sat on the sofa in the living room with his feet up, and said this with a smug face.

At that time, Mendes looked at the little Chris who was sitting on the side with a smiling face peeling an orange for Cristiano with extreme doubts, and then looked at Cristiano who was arrogant and asked the little Chris to hurry up.

Then asked the same question as Mr. Aveiro today.

'Cristiano, are you crazy? '

Cristiano's cheeks, which were chewing on the first orange, suddenly stopped working and looked at Mendez in amazement.

'Cristiano just thinks that Mr. Aveiro is a good man, so he wants to...uh, show him some kindness. '

'award!Just rewards! Cristiano quickly corrected the wrong wording of Chris, "Considering that he has performed well recently, he has not done anything bad! '

Mendes gave a dry laugh, 'Yes, yes, Cristiano, impressive... magnanimity. '

Although Mendes didn't say it, he felt that Chris Jr. must have reached some kind of unequal secret treaty with Cristiano.

But for the sake of world peace and the prosperity of Madrid, Mendez felt that it was best not to tell Mr. Aveiro about his reasonable conjecture.

Cristiano didn't know this, and Cristiano insisted that he saved the world.

And Mr. Redeemer always had some perks.

"You have to talk to me!" Cristiano quickly grabbed Chris's ear and whispered before a corner kick was taken, "You need to let me know what you are going to do!"

"You are the core of the frontcourt, and my position is to serve you."

"Stop talking nonsense. Do what I say - ask me." Cristiano ended the conversation cleanly.

"Dictatorship." Little Chris rubbed the back of his head and whispered behind Cristiano.

The world is watching the two Ronaldo clubs start together and is waiting to see if Jose Mourinho's fabled repositioning of Chris Jr. will be successful.

However, just as the football masters all over the world raised their hands and keyboards and waited for a round of tactical verbal criticism or bragging, the live broadcast broadcast the scene of the two Ronaldos.

The perfect high-definition close-up can almost see the perfection of the lip lines on little Chris's lips.

"..." The narrator fell silent when he saw this scene.

"Although it is reasonable to say that I don't want to say that Cristiano is causing trouble, but I sincerely hope that Chris was not cursing just now, and I sincerely hope that there will be no problems between the two of them-if it happens, we will talk about it when we go back to Portugal. In this way The odds of Spain winning the European Cup next year will drop a bit..."

Although little Chris felt that Cristiano's request was unreasonable, but soon after a few minutes he found that if he didn't speak, Cristiano refused to cooperate, and he was finally irritated by this child's tantrum-like behavior up.

"Why don't you go forward!" Little Chris was furious at Cristiano who refused to cooperate and had to take any ball, but never gave him any chance to assist, "You directly catch the ball and shoot it is my assist! "

What do young people rely on to continue playing?Performance and stats - Chris Jr now almost suspects that Cristiano is playing against him.

Cristiano glanced at him, "You didn't tell me."

"Then I'll tell you now! Go to the penalty area! I'll pass!" Little Chris was angry at his futile running and passing for a few minutes, coupled with the adrenaline rushing up on the field, he did say Something that he would never say normally.

That might be some kind of potential that comes naturally in his blood, but Chris Jr. isn't usually inclined to use it.

Cristiano glanced at little Chris, and happily ran all the way to the position pointed by little Chris.

However, when the commentator saw this scene, he didn't know that Cristiano was happy, so he almost cried, "Is it too late to go to the spinach company to buy Real Madrid and all four?"

However, no one on the field felt that there was anything wrong with this scene. Everyone, including Casey, thought it was just the most normal way of daily communication between the two Ronaldos—well, not so normal, but if little Chris Finally seeing through Cristiano's true colors and deciding to get rid of the low-level fun of being a fan boy, it sounds like a good result.

But of course, not without opinion.

"You shouldn't ask too much of him, it's counterproductive and not natural growth."

Casey told Cristiano after a game in which he was barely featured.

"He's still a young man, and even if you want a leader, he still has time—are you taking a day off tomorrow?"

Cristiano dismissed this superficial view, "That's not it. He has to learn this - Real Madrid and Portugal need him to do it. Icar, I repeat, a team without a leader has no future and no champions."

"Cristiano, take a closer look, don't be so naive, do you really think that it means that Portugal's odds of winning the championship are ranked second?" Cassie couldn't bear it.

Cristiano stared at the Spanish captain with wide eyes.

"Ikar, look away, don't be so naive, do you really think it means anything to rank Spain's odds of winning the championship now?"

Ramos and Chris Jr. looked at each other, then dropped their socks at the same time, rushed over and hugged their captain's waist and dragged them back to their seats.

Marcelo and Kaka looked at each other silently, and clapped their hands to celebrate that Brazil is not a European country.

Although Kaka doesn't look like he intends to celebrate such a trivial matter - but... you know, since Marcelo insists.

"Did you hear that? They are provoking Portugal! What are you going to do? What are you going to do the next time you see Ikar on the opposite side!" Cristiano asked Chris Jr.

Little Chris looked at Pepe pitifully, and Pepe pretended to admire his dirty sneakers; Little Chris looked pitifully at Coentraan, who made an excuse to call his family.

"What should you do!" Cristiano asked again, raising his voice.

"Score a goal." Little Chris looked guiltily at Cassie who had always been nice to him.

"One goal?!" Cristiano raised a finger in disbelief and stared at Little Chris, and then he quickly spread his five fingers, "Five! There can only be more, no less!"

Ramos silently let go of Cassie's hand.

Everyone was on high alert, lest Cassie was going to jump and kill Cristiano—but no one was going to stop.

But Cassie was Cassie after all, how could he do something like that?

"Sergio, what should you do next time you see Cristiano across the street?" Casey asked Ramos.

"I'm asking about a forward, but you can only ask about your defender." Cristiano sneered at the right time, "Poor Spain, there is not even a good forward who can be compared with Chris."

Cassie turned a deaf ear and asked Ramos again, "What should you do!"

Ramos looked at Cassie fearfully, then stretched out his five fingers.

"Give him five headers?"

Casey threw the glove she had just taken off straight into Ramos' face.