[football] exactly the same

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"Feel sorry."

Chris looked at Cristiano who was coming over to pull himself up from the lawn, raised his head and said in a low voice.

If he didn't choose to stop the ball in the one-handed one minute ago, but pushed directly, maybe this game can be completely and successfully ended without any more energy-consuming penalty shootout.

Cristiano originally planned to say something to relieve Chris' pressure and make him happy, but after hesitating for a second or two, he chose to say something else.

"Then make up for your mistakes." Cristiano said to Chris with a cold face.

Cassie, who just rushed over to tell the two Ronaldos to go back to the bench to listen to the coach's penalty kick, just heard this sentence, and he looked at Cristiano hesitantly—he thought they should comfort the young man who missed the opportunity at this time , but Cristiano did the opposite.

Cassie hesitated for a while, but finally decided to trust Cristiano. After all, Cristiano is the one who is closest to Chris's soul and the one who understands him best in the world.

Chris didn't notice Cassie's hesitation, and he focused all his thoughts on Cristiano's sentence - make up for your mistake.

He was too immersed in this sentence, and he didn't even hear the suggestion that Ramos wanted to replace Cassie-yes, as the recently recognized son of Madrid, Cassie's 'luck' in this matter It has been proven countless times.

'Whoever bet loses. '——The good team deputy Ramos just summed up Cassie's recent life in this way yesterday, 'Ikal, if you go to bet on Brazil to win the World Cup...Think about it, I doubt they may even win the World Cup finals. Can't get in. '

But there is no way, when things come to this point, the Chosen One still has to continue to prove whether he has been cursed by fate-everyone is pessimistic about this.

Except Cristiano.

"Nothing! I don't think it's okay to kick a penalty kick in front of the opponent's fan zone! Really!" Cristiano waved his hand, as if trying to cheer up the spirits of all teammates who didn't believe in Cassie's character, "This is our Chances, Ikar, it's okay. We pressed the opponent the whole extra time, and I'm sure the penalty will be fine."

No one really believed in Cristiano—people were somewhat superstitious, and it was easy to regard a certain detail as a certain omen.

So when Cassie walked back silently with his head down, except for Chris, who was still in deep thought, everyone, including Cristiano, couldn't help but feel a little sad-they were only one step away from history, but could it be They still have nothing to do with it?

"Ikar, have you finished picking sides? So fast?"

No one dared to ask Cassie what was the result, but Cassie seemed to have made up his mind not to tell if there was no one else. In desperation, Ramos had to poke Chris on the back quietly to remove him from his body. Dragging back to reality in contemplation, I entrusted him with this important historical task.

Cassie glared at everyone, and everyone lowered their heads, not daring to have an anal confrontation with the Chosen One.

"Of course, Chris, can I tell you some good news?" Cassie patted Chris on the shoulder kindly, and hugged him, "I chose the right side of the coin, and then chose to play in front of the Real Madrid fan area." Ball - tell me, you like this right?"

Chris nodded obediently—as a person who kicked away the last great opportunity, Chris felt that he had no right to make demands on a lucky son of the chosen one.

Everyone thinks the same way, and they even go one step further—they think that Cassie's luck has fallen to the bottom recently, and even buying a bottle of water can be tripped by his left foot... Metaphysical power is still here Picking the correct coin for a moment, and not choosing the wrong direction for the goal in a moment of panic, it must prove that God really cares for them.

Even Mourinho, who is not easily satisfied by this world, expressed his admiration for Cassie, "So now, who will take the first penalty kick?"——As he said, he put his expectant eyes on Cristiano, even though he knows that Cristiano always likes to be the last to choose his own order.After all, as the core of the team, he believes that he should sacrifice himself for others and do things for others that others are not willing to do.

Although Cristiano was not quite sure why Mourinho wanted him to take the first penalty kick, but in order to reassure everyone, he decided to do so in accordance with Mourinho's wishes.

"I come."

But before Cristiano had time to do so, he was preempted by Chris-everyone was surprised by this. After all, Chris just missed a good opportunity and was probably still in self-blame. A child whose birthday is only 19 years old.To be honest, even if he backed down at this time and said I didn't want to take a penalty, probably no one would think it was wrong.

Mourinho even planned to reject Chris's request for the first time, but after only a few seconds, he still nodded.

Chris took the ball handed over by the staff on the sidelines, but didn't immediately walk onto the court—in fact, he walked up to Cristiano and hugged Cristiano with one hand. He might want to say something, but he hesitated After a while, he didn't say anything in the end.

That was probably the longest 30-second wait in Cristiano's life.

Cristiano hid behind Ramos and squatted with his back to the court, covered his face with his hands, and turned a deaf ear to everyone's voices-he didn't want to hear anything, and he was afraid of hearing it.

For God's sake, isn't it just a penalty?At most, it's not going any further. Why are you so nervous?

Ronaldo, waving his little black wings, sits on his left shoulder and laughs loudly at Cristiano's cowering unlucky look, but then the little white winged Ronaldo, who appears on the right, waving a magic wand with a little star on his hand, protests .

Aren't you the Ronaldo of Real Madrid?Is there anything wrong with being nervous?Cristiano just cares about Chris, and it makes a big difference if he gets in or not!Think about it, what will happen if this goal is not scored?Chris will go from a young genius and future star in Madrid to a scum and a coward overnight!Isn't that scary enough for a young man? !

That is also part of the growth of young people, learning to face failure is not a bad thing!Little Black Wing poked White Wing's chest with his little magic wand like a firewood stick, speaking sharply.

But a Ronaldo doesn't need to learn from failure, he just needs to know how to win!I've learned from my losses anyway - I hope he'll tell his kids when he's old that he never lost.I hope he is not like me, I hope he always only wins.

Little White Wing knocked off Little Black Wing's firewood stick with a slap, and smacked it all over his face by the way.

Cristiano's behavior was completely unseemly, but Mr. Aveiro, who couldn't sit still in the box and even started biting his thumbnail, probably for the first time in his life had no right to laugh at Cristiano's gesture.

"It's going to be okay, Chris is fine, he's the light of Madrid. Just a penalty, Mister Aveiro, Chris is the young man who beat Barcelona - you know, not just any young man Such ability, such opportunity.” Mendes stood up, but rather than comforting Mr. Aveiro, it was better to talk to himself to relieve his pressure, “He is the hope of all of us, God. Will definitely be on our side - God loves us, right? Mr. Aveiro, you said many times, God always loves us, right?"

Before Mr. Aveiro could speak, everyone heard the cheers erupting outside the box.

"Cristiano! Cristiano! Get up! Get up!" Marcelo and Coentrao followed the huge cheers and jumped in front of Cristiano in an instant, trying to pull him up from the ground.

Cristiano covered his eyes and refused to move. It took a long time before he asked, "Is... are the Chelsea fans cheering?"

"Do not."

Mr. Aveiro has regained the calmness that everyone is used to seeing.

"No, Mr. Mendez, God doesn't always love us." He looked at Mendez with burning eyes, as if he didn't feel that everyone's eyes were gathering on him, "Actually, it's us who love us every day." Fighting with our strength for God's love - God only loves the strongest."

And the most powerful Son of God that Mr. Aveiro said was running back to the bench at this time, avoiding the octopus-like limbs stretched out by everyone, and rushing directly in front of Cristiano.

"Look, Cristiano, I made up for my mistakes."

Cristiano coughed dryly, stood up slowly, and patted the grass clippings on his body from the previous game pretending to be nothing, "Oh. I know, you did a good job at the dead corner just now."

The Real Madrid players were silent.

"Cristiano."

"Huh?" Cristiano seemed very impatient, "It's just a penalty! Nothing to be proud of."

"I just... played in the middle position." Chris said with a dry smile.