[football] exactly the same

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'The two Ronaldo disputes on the field, Real Madrid suspects internal strife'

'The Portuguese national team ushered in the darkest day in history, the two Ronaldo had a dispute, and the European Cup ended early? '

'Lip-shaping expert: Ronaldo Jr. says dictatorial to Ronaldo'

Mourinho and Cristiano were never on good terms to go to each other's house for garlic bread, but the morning after the game he dragged Mendes along with his mobile news. Cristiano's house.

As a token of welcome, Cristiano asked his family's helper to prepare two sumptuous breakfasts for the two of them.

A piece of burnt toast.

Mourinho finished reading a lot of sensational news headlines, picked up the bread with two fingers and threw it into the trash can with a look of disgust, and said with a smirk: "impressive! Aren't you going to explain it to me?"

Cristiano stared at Little Chris as he spread peanut butter on him, tested the temperature of the milk, and replied casually: "Fake - the explanation is over."

"That's not true, sir." Little Chris's attitude was much more correct, "You know, there is no problem between me and Cristiano."

"It's not without any problems." Cristiano quickly followed up, "Actually, before I forgive you for your previous mistakes, there are still many problems-for example, your peanut butter was unevenly spread today."

Little Chris expressed his repentance devoutly, and then picked up the small table knife and continued to work.

Mourinho looked at the little Chris who succumbed to the evil forces with grief.

Not surprised, Mendez picked up his piece of burnt toast and tried to find an unburnt part.

However it focuses very evenly.

"Anyway, it's a good thing that the media didn't know about the stupid things you did in the locker room!" Mourinho tried to show his presence—he succeeded, and Cristiano turned to him immediately, "How can you say that? I am defending the dignity of Portugal! Did you hear how Ikar laughed at Portugal? He actually said that our winning odds mean nothing!"

Mourinho never cared about the bravado.

"Anyway, I'm very saddened by the incident - especially after I've been told the cause of it is so trivial."

Cristiano didn't expect that Mourinho also felt that it was a small matter.

He looked at Little Chris, and felt that it was not good for him to eat in the yard, so he had to give up this idea regretfully. After finishing his breakfast, he dragged Mourinho and Mendes away. out.

"..." Mourinho looked around, but found no place to sit, "you better have a good reason to call your coach from the house to the yard to talk, otherwise, Cristiano, I swear... …you're going to spend the second half of the season on the bench."

"Ikar also told me yesterday - backfired or something. He also thought I was too strict, just like you also think that incident can only be regarded as a reason that is not worth mentioning." Cristiano said.

It took Mourinho a moment to realize that Cristiano was referring to the fact that he had Chris Junior talking to him on the pitch.

Mourinho did not deny, "Of course I admit that I told you that I hope Chris can be a leader, but you are too urgent Cristiano. We have time and can take our time."

"No!" Cristiano denied Mourinho without even thinking about it.

Mourinho's face was a bit ugly, he was obviously not used to his players refuting himself like this.

But before Mourinho had time to retort, Mendes quickly held down Mourinho, "Cristiano, what do you want to say?"

'You gotta listen to him, Jose, for your treble, you gotta listen to him. 'Mendez begged Mourinho with his eyes.

Mourinho, as a Triple Crown collection addict, temporarily decided to swallow his anger.

"I considered Icar's words very carefully, and even wondered if I was really too harsh on Chris." Cristiano made a good start-at least he admitted that he took other people's opinions seriously, This is also an encouraging thing for Cristiano, "But when I think of something, I deny that it is my fault."

Roundabout, but too roundabout.

"What do you remember?" Mendes asked in a gentle tone for Mourinho.

"I think of Messi."

Mourinho let out a loud sneer, rolling his eyes almost to the back of his head.

"It's really surprising." Mourinho even sarcastically.

But Cristiano looked unimpressed.

"No, sir, I'm talking about this very seriously." Cristiano's expression was at least serious at this time, "If Jorge told you, you should know that I met Messi in Zurich, I also briefly chatted with him about Chris."

I thought you hated people sticking their noses at Chris...Mourinho wanted to say it so badly, but Mendes stopped his old man with a sharp execution look.

Mourinho rolled his eyes a second time.

Article [-], Paragraph [-] of the Madrid Basic Law: When Chris Jr. is away, Cristiano is justice.

Cristiano pretended not to see the eye contact of the two old guys.

"In a sense, I have to admit that Messi is indeed the person who knows me best." Cristiano made an objective and fair evaluation of his life for the first time, although his price was that Mendes curled his lips .But even so, Cristiano insisted, "No, Jorge, come on. You know I'm right - as always."

Mendez smirked.

Cristiano chose to ignore, "But there will always be once or twice, things will go a little bit off to prove that we are indeed two different people-for example, in the case of Chris."

Mourinho is going crazy because of this long foreplay and no climax speech.

"No no no! You have to listen to me, sir." Cristiano realized that something was wrong and immediately turned to the topic, "He doesn't think Chris needs to be a leader-like I thought at the beginning, he thinks Chris is young and there are enough guys on the team who can help him call the shots."

Mourinho nodded and praised frequently. Although Mendes was afraid of Cristiano's anger, he still unconsciously leaned towards Messi's statement.

Little Chris is a good boy, smart and sensible, can get along well with the people in the team, and has enough strength to be convincing-this is the most important thing for young players.

Cristiano gave Mourinho a white look, "But unfortunately, I still think he is wrong-although I don't like him, but this is almost the first time I really think he is wrong."

But don't you think Messi is wrong a hundred times a day?So you always say what you mean... Mendes thought silently but didn't have the nerve to say it.

The first clause of the Ronaldo clause of the Madrid Basic Law: Cristiano's lies about Messi cannot be exposed.

"Messi is luckier than many of us," Cristiano said.

Mendes and Mourinho looked at each other—Cristiano likes to think that he is the one God loves the most, and naturally thinks that he should be the one that is most favored, so he never admits that anyone is more blessed than him, Even if it is luck, he never admits that others are better than him.

"He can get everything by being a good player, but most of us ... I mean me and Chris, it's not enough for us. We have to be a leader to get us. The most wanted thing - because if we don't do it, no one can replace us. Do you understand? Neither in Portugal nor in Real Madrid."

"I have spent too much time in the practice of being a leader. I have not been a successful leader, nor have I quietly become a more perfect 'good player'." Cristiano suddenly stopped when he said this. He thought about it for a while, as if he wanted to make sure that he didn't let anyone misunderstand what he meant.

"I don't want Chris to waste on this..."

Mourinho made a sudden gesture to stop Cristiano from continuing his speech.

Cristiano stopped talking with an uneasy face.

"With all due respect, Cristiano, with all due respect." Mourinho looked at Cristiano, then slowly turned his head to look at Mendes, "Do you know what I want to say?"

Mendez nodded silently, a little embarrassed.

"What do you want to say?" Cristiano asked impatiently.

'I didn't understand for a long time why I sometimes felt distracted - I was thinking about a lot of things, some related to my personal game and skills, and some seemed to be unrelated.I feel confused and sometimes unforgivable because I can't concentrate on the field because of things that have nothing to do with my personal running position and technical movements-I will be distracted by some field situations. Messi's place, maybe even a place that can never be compared to him.I've tried meditation, I've tried a lot, but I just can't seem to get it out.I realized later that I was still intern as a leader at the time—I mean, everyone’s intern makes a little mistake, doesn’t it?But my error lasted a little long. '

'and after?What changed you? '

'Today is not the time, but when I think the time is right, I will let you know. '

"Is this point familiar?" Mourinho looked at Cristiano meaningfully, "This is a conversation between Chris and his 'father'—but he is better than you...uh..."

Before Mourinho finished speaking, Mendes covered his mouth, and then said nervously to Cristiano: "No, Cristiano, no one can compare to you. Little Chris was just caught by some The seemingly advanced rhetoric is deceiving. In fact, no one has ever been better than you."

Mendes smugly smugly finished - he is so witty, Cristiano may even be willing to let him stay out of trouble for a year for this compliment.

But as it turned out, Mendes was just too naive.

Cristiano blushed slowly, thought about it for a while, then turned around and called little Chris's name loudly.

Little Chris ran out in a panic with half a piece of unfinished toast, "What's wrong, Cristiano?"

"Sleep in the yard tonight, don't go back to the room!" Cristiano said loudly, but for some reason, among him and little Chris, he was the one who looked more aggrieved at this second, "You give me Nearly irreversible damage has been done to our reputation!"

Little Chris chewed his own toast, and after a while he said slowly: "Then I'll go talk to Mr. Aveiro, and I'll spend the night at his place tonight."

Cristiano glared at little Chris.

Little Chris silently ate his last piece of toast, patted the residue on his hands, and then went to take out the phone in his pocket.

"...I want Mr. Chairman to sell you!" Cristiano said loudly.

Little Chris shrugged and retreated into the living room.