[football] exactly the same

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After all, Quaresma is not Ramos. Due to the coercion of the squad leader, he had to keep the big gossip of last night quietly in his heart—waiting for a suitable time to make it public.

Although Quaresma did not dare to take any retaliation, Cristiano was quickly retaliated.

"Why are you frowning?" Nani came across from Cristiano with his own plate, crossed his legs and sat next to Quaresma, and stuffed tuna fish and potato salad into his mouth boldly, "Today the Lord Isn’t the dish your favorite cod?”

Pepe, who was sitting next to Cristiano, coughed loudly, and then unabashedly motioned Nani to look at the seat on the other side of Cristiano.

No one was there—even Coentrao, who was the closest, was at least two seats away from Cristiano.

"Where did Chris go? Didn't he eat lunch?" As soon as Nani said this, he found that everyone at the long table gave him angry looks—"Say a few words People treat you as a dumb', Nani saw the malice of the whole world from their eyes.

Cristiano swallowed two mouthfuls of cod, and said dryly: "Anton...I mean Mr. Aveiro took him 'home' for dinner." ——He deliberately bit down on the word 'go home' with ulterior motives Words, obviously dissatisfied.

Nani looked around, no one was going to save him, so he had to save himself, "Then why don't you stop him, if you don't want to..." - although this way of self-help is completely impossible to succeed.

"I don't want to." Cristiano may not want to answer this question at first, but in order to prevent other people from looking at him with the weird eyes of "caring for the empty nest elderly", he still reluctantly said, "Although I don't I'm happy for their exchange of affection, but I'm not unwilling either. To be precise, I'm just thinking about it—no, I gotta say, I'm thinking about Anton."

This sentence is very ambiguous... I have to say that, very much.

But all the people at the long table remained unmoved and buried themselves in their meals—except Nani.Nani continued to ask: "Why do you want Mr. Aveiro? Have you developed any friendship?"

"No..." Cristiano denied, "I was just thinking about what Anton said to me yesterday - he had dinner with me last night."

Everyone looked up at Cristiano in shock, their meaning was very clear—'Wow, Cristiano, you can still sit and have a meal with him peacefully? '

Cristiano doesn't think it's surprising that they've been reconciling for a while, to be honest.Although they are not good friends, at least they can eat together quietly.

' Chris told me. 'During dinner last night, Mr. Aveiro suddenly said to Cristiano like this, 'He kept asking me if Portugal could really win the championship-he told me, you told him that he was too lucky because of such a fate. Brilliant so unbelievable. '

Cristiano glanced at Mr. Aveiro, 'You think I'm wrong? '

Mr. Aveiro shook his head.

Cristiano was very satisfied and nodded approvingly, 'I don't think so either, so I'm glad we agreed on the most important thing - Portugal will win the title, I don't want to wait four years.Chris is 23 years old and I am 31 years old. It was too late at that time, and I planned to surpass Spain in the European Cup for three consecutive championships. '

This part is something that Cristiano has never mentioned to anyone before, but Mr. Aveiro calmed down quickly after being a little surprised - it is very obvious that everything about Cristiano is a head above others His competitive spirit should be known to all.

’ But Chris was a little concerned. Mr. Aveiro rolled a small piece of carrot in the cream sauce and chewed it in his mouth for a while, "He was worried whether he could do it, and he was also worried You—don't look at me like that, Cristiano, you know, sometimes it's hard for a person to say something to people who are very close to him.That's how Chris is now, and to be precise, he's a little concerned about whether speaking up will hurt you. '

Cristiano pursed his lips and looked down to stir his portion of seafood pasta, looking very dissatisfied that Chris had put himself behind Mr. Aveiro in this matter.

Mr. Aveiro was obviously amused, 'Mr. Ronaldo, are you five years old this year?Is ranking in this matter the point of this whole thing? '

Cristiano glared at Mr. Aveiro, and in the end he didn't have the nerve to say that's the point, 'Okay okay, so what did he say to you? '

'He said that you are very concerned about gains and losses, more important than any moment in his impression-of course, he himself admitted that his memory of the father in his dream is not complete, and he is more impressed by the age of 30 after the father. ’ Mr. Aveiro glanced at Cristiano, ‘Personally, he feels…’

But Cristiano didn't let Mr. Aveiro finish, 'It's not a mistake. '

Mr. Aveiro gave Cristiano another look, then chose not to respond directly to his question, 'It reminded him of your attitude towards Mr. Messi at the beginning - you know, he said it was a kind of attitude. The tension and the winning...no, that's not confidence, that's determination.It's as if you've made a decision that it's not that you're going to try to win, but that you've got to win—with no reason, no room for change. '

Cristiano pouted.

Mr. Aveiro's surprise lasted for a long time this time.

'what's wrong? asked Cristiano, 'I haven't contradicted you yet, do you expect me to deny this? '

Mr. Aveiro nodded, 'It's normal if you deny it, isn't it?Cristiano, I thought you were going to deny this, as Chris said, and then insist that you just had faith in yourself and in Portugal. '

Cristiano gave a very unnatural smile, 'Well, I have to admit that Chris does know me very well.I think it's still a little bit different though -- just a little bit, but still different. '

Mr. Aveiro smiled, but was in no hurry to say anything.

'Sometimes when I'm facing Barcelona - no, that's not a substitute word, I'm actually facing Barcelona most of the time, of course, including Messi - I don't have much at that time... I have a big Determination to win, but lack of certainty.No, I wouldn't say I don't have confidence, I'm just not sure I can win. "Cristiano made a footnote for himself in the face of Mr. Aveiro's noncommittal smile," but this time is different. I not only have determination, but also confidence-I can win, and I must win. '

Mr. Aveiro nodded incredulously, "I read a lot of comments saying the same thing. They think this year's chances are very good." '

Cristiano was very pleased with Mr Aveiro's words, 'Yes, so that's what I'm going to say.Now that we've all reached such a consensus, what questions do you have?Anton, you should encourage Chris, he's just... you know, young man, he doesn't know how great his destiny is - three titles in his first year at a big club, playing in the top league , which made him a little afraid of his own potential. '

Mr. Aveiro couldn't help laughing—he was a little amused by Cristiano's flattering of Chris, but when he saw Cristiano's angry eyes, he tried hard to hold back, "I think you may Misunderstood him, Cristiano, I guess he was worried that you put too much pressure on yourself, and the result would not be able to meet the original expectations. '

Haste makes waste—if Chris and Mr. Aveiro knew.

Cristiano dismisses it, 'I can handle this, you don't have to worry about it, and of course, neither does Chris - you just... no, I'll tell him myself. '

Mr. Aveiro didn't argue this, he just nodded with a smile, 'One more thing. '

Cristiano looked at his plate of seafood pasta that was almost cold after barely eating it, and became a little annoyed, 'Say! '

' About the question of 'Dad'. 'Mr. Aveiro looked at Cristiano who quickly became vigilant,'Mr. Ronaldo, I think we have to make this clear, no matter how much Christ loves you, and whether he may call me father in the future, but in short, I hope you don't try to do such a strange thing. "I just said something normal to Chris! Don't I have the right?" Cristiano recalled this, and suddenly roared angrily.

Everyone at the table was startled and looked at Cristiano blankly, not knowing how to speak.

Yet Quaresma seemed to sense his chance.

"What normal thing did you say to Chris?" Quaresma asked sinisterly.

"'Come here, Dad, give me a hug!" Cristiano was immersed in his own thoughts, without realizing what he said, "I just want to comfort Chris! Is there anything wrong with that?"

Nani reacted quickly, grabbed Quaresma and ran out before Cristiano noticed anything.