[football] exactly the same

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Mourinho yawned.

Cassie yawned immediately, and then Ramos, Kaka, Coentrao, Pepe, Marcelo... Finally, Chris and Cristiano also yawned.

The good-tempered King of Spain applauded Real Madrid again with a smile, and then left the locker room with Shi Shiran, his entourage—God is always very tolerant of winners, and so is the king.

Then, the moment the king walked out from the door of the locker room, some bear children started screaming and jumped onto the chairs and tables in the locker room, and then sang strange songs.

I don't know who received the first bottle of champagne who threw it up, and I don't know who screamed "Don't let that Mourinho go", all the champagne rushing out flooded Mourinho's gray Hair and a fitted black suit.

Faria and the other teaching assistants took their blessings and escaped from the locker room silently without daring to turn their heads.

Seeing that he was abandoned by his accomplices, Mourinho had no choice but to grab a bottle of champagne in the cascade of champagne and find someone to spray on.

However, Mr. Coach, who was isolated and helpless, was finally defeated.

"What's there to be proud of! I'm going on vacation tomorrow, and you guys have to go back to the national team and work hard!" Mourinho angrily snatched the last dry towel in the locker room from Chris to wipe his face after losing, not forgetting Laughing at the European internationals in the dressing room, "I'll eat pan-fried salmon on a small Pacific island with beautiful scenery and plenty of sunshine to watch you die."

The beautiful scenery is for everyone, but the sunshine is obviously only for Cristiano.

Chris was shocked by this level of vicious cursing, "But Jorge promised me that you will go to the Portuguese game."-of course Mendes didn't promise, because Chris didn't propose this in the first place.

Why is he proposing this?Isn't it scary enough to be trapped under Mourinho's watch for [-] months a year?

But for God's sake, Chris felt that he couldn't make Mourinho too proud, "Jorge promised me that you will watch all the games in Portugal and pay close attention to each of us. — won't you?"

Players don't want to see the head coach who stays together for ten months a year during the offseason. In fact, the head coach doesn't necessarily want to see these unlucky ghosts, right?

"But you still have to go," Mendes said to Mourinho after returning to Madrid the next morning, yawning. Reese, I told him that I will definitely let you watch all the matches in Portugal, Jose, old man, just for our common future, you have to watch it even if you don’t want to.”

Mourinho was about to retort, but Mendes didn't give him a chance, "Okay, Jose, you have to know that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Portugal, please don't make Chris sad at this time, okay?" ?”

sad?

Mourinho felt that if anyone in Europe deserves to be sad on this day, it should be him-and only him.

But of course not.

"So after you successfully framed Mr. Mourinho, Chris," Cristiano took a sip of lemon juice, peeping out his eyes from the top of his sunglasses to look at Chris who was lying on the recliner next to him with a frowning face, "What the hell are you doing?" What else is dissatisfied? Even if I say dissatisfied, I am dissatisfied-what on earth do you think? I don’t want Mr. Mourinho to be with you throughout the European Cup and haunt you.”

Chris rubbed his nose and looked at the Portuguese teammates lying around, as if hoping that someone would stand up and uphold justice-but no one would interrupt when the two Ronaldos were discussing their lives, they were not crazy.

"I just felt unbalanced at the time," said Chris self-reliant, "and I'm used to Mr Mourinho being everywhere, so even if he was in the audience, I wouldn't be unhappy - oh no, Christie Jarno, I'm not implying that you don't like him in the audience, you know, I would never do that..."

Chris realized the ambiguity in his words and hurriedly made up for it.

Cristiano never misunderstood Chris, so he didn't take it seriously, "No, actually I think the best punishment for this kind of schadenfreude is to deny him entry in the final and win the championship in Portugal He is not allowed to be interviewed afterwards!" Everyone heard that Cristiano almost firmly believed that Portugal would win the championship, and they had mixed feelings for a while-they didn't believe in Cristiano's intuition, they just felt that this matter seemed wrong. reality.

Admittedly, they know that with the ability and understanding of Cristiano and Chris, and their success at Real Madrid, people are optimistic about Portugal.

But so what?

There are people in this world who have achieved great success at the club but nothing at the national team - no, no, no, they are not talking about the gentleman who did not want to be named, they are talking about Mr Ibrahimovic.

Quaresma may have wanted to cool down Cristiano's enthusiasm, but Pepe quietly held him back at this moment, "Don't be like this Richie, don't be like this." Pepe whispered, "You know Cristiano That's right, we don't just have one Cristiano now, we have two."

"But the national team and the club are two different models."

This sentence is what Quaresma wanted to say but couldn't say, but because he couldn't say it, it doesn't mean that Chris couldn't say it either. said Cristiano, who was watching cartoons while humming an ugly tune.

Cristiano glanced at Chris, "Isn't national team football and club football the same sport?"

... Could it be?If they are a sport, then why have you won the Euros once but the Champions League several times?Is this scientific?Chris laughed dryly, not daring to talk nonsense.

Cristiano knows Chris well, so he knew exactly what he was thinking when he smiled and said, "Chris, do you remember what I told you? I told you, you're younger than me." Eight years old, another year of Euros, another 19-year-old Ronaldo, I see this as a kind of sign, a kind of opportunity - I think this is the opportunity God gave me, let us make up for my regrets .”

Chris frowned, "Cristiano, do you really think we can beat Spain?"

Maybe Cristiano can't know for sure, but after all, Chris is a kid who grew up listening to Uncle Ramos bragging. Of course, he is sure that he knows how Spain was so powerful in those days-what is it?Oh yes, three consecutive international championships, right?

'Chris, you don't know, although Cristiano always bullies Sese at the club...'

'sese speak up! ' At that time, the father stopped Uncle Ramos with such a sharp voice, 'Don't call yourself in such a strange way in front of my son! ’ Ramos curled his lips, turning a deaf ear to it, ‘In short, Chris, although your dad always bullies me, I have never lost to him at the national team level!You ask your father!I have won the European Cup and the World Cup!You don't know how much your dad envies me!Spain at that time... no... Although I don't like Pique, but we have a good cooperation in the national team - winning the championship is good, you know, the iron law of professional sports. '

"Ikar was in charge of the Spanish national team back then, Pique, Harvey, Iniesta and I... Okay, okay, Cristiano, don't make that expression, you know I love you the most, but I will make a statement now Great history-at that time we attacked the city for Spain and scored one goal after another. '

Chris looked at his father, and his father folded his arms and sneered, 'Yes, I know what you are going to ask, Chris, yes, the great Spain is such a team that relies on the midfield to maintain its face-so my dear Chris , You don't even need to defend much to beat them, just scoring goals is enough. '

'so what?Don't you still not win Spain? ' Uncle Ramos retorted.

"I don't think so," Cristiano shrugged, "but I will when I beat them"—although whether you can beat Spain is still an open question.

"You don't need to think too much, Chris, you're just expecting too much - you know what's waiting for you, you know what your destiny is, but it's so glorious that you can't believe it." Cristiano watched "Tom and Jerry" while giggling and interpreting Chris' mood like this, "Honestly, I think it's nothing. As long as you win two games, you will know that this is real life."

Chris sat cross-legged on the bed and looked at Cristiano. Cristiano lay on his side, blinked his big eyes and looked at Chris for a while, then sighed and stretched out his hand to Chris.

Chris didn't seem to understand. He tilted his head and looked at Cristiano with a puzzled expression.

"Okay, come to daddy, daddy hugs." Cristiano coaxed little Chris in a childlike tone - at this time Chris was Cristiano's little Chris again.

Snapped.

"..."

"Rich!" Cristiano sat up suddenly, "Mr. Quaresma! Why didn't you knock on the door?!"

Quaresma stood frozen in the draft in front of the door.

"... Cristiano, I didn't expect you to be like this Cristiano - Chris is still a child!"