[football] exactly the same

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To be honest, Cristiano didn’t hear what the reporter was saying clearly at first—they had just finished training and were on their way back to the camp. He was telling Quaresma and them that Chris had received from a female fan yesterday. The story of a gift that arrived.

’ So Chris said to me, ‘Look, you’re not even attractive to female fans anymore’.And then he unwrapped that present—a belated birthday present, you know. '

'From the look on your face, I daresay it's not a particularly glamorous gift. ' interrupted Nani.

'No no no, very attractive. ’ Cristiano said with a wry grin, ‘Anyway, our Chris unpacked it and, wow!I was stunned. '

'Stop rendering, get to the point! ' Quaresma urged Cristiano.

'A big box of marshmallows!Richie, what a big box of marshmallows!Also tucked into the corner of the box was a letter that said, 'To Dear Chris, My brother likes you so much that he wishes he could share his favorite brand of marshmallow with you, I hope you like it. ps My younger brother is five years old. '—Isn't it particularly touching?So what can I say?I had to say to Chris right away, 'Yeah Chris, you're really attractive to female fans'. '

Everyone laughed—as someone who had just defeated the European overlord, they were entitled to such a brash moment.

However, Chris is no longer the boy who can only bear the bullying in the team silently. He quickly counterattacked, 'Jorge told me that you received the doll back then, and the letter said,'Cristiano, you Will you wait for me to grow up?I want to marry you, the doll is my token of love for you' - do you still have it? '

'Great, now I have finally found the traitor between us. 'Cristiano said with a smile, not at all disobedient.

At about this time, a reporter suddenly yelled something.At first, the other players didn't hear this clearly, and no one paid attention-after all, there are so many reporters, it is very likely that someone stepped on whose foot, or whose machine hit someone else's machine.

But because the reporters started to commotion and looked back to where they were speaking, the players also started to pay attention.

Curiosity is human instinct, and this instinct is especially obvious in players-after all, a large group of guys who spend their hormones on football all day long, you can't expect them to have any high-level hobbies.

"Messi? My God, what is that Catalan reporter talking about?" A reporter who was closer to the player whispered to his companions, "They are... oh my god, is he crazy this year? Ronaldo this year But the Triple Crown and may soon be crowned King of Europe."

"Who knows? Maybe he thinks Messi's personal ability is more outstanding?" His companion didn't say anything, but a female reporter with a strong French accent spoke to them, "But really, If it is true that his personal ability is so outstanding... Maradona led a bad team to compete for the championship, but he and Barcelona lost so thoroughly? Is this justified?"

An Argentine journalist next to him coughed loudly.

"Hey, we didn't say anything, why did we add insult to injury?" The Argentine reporter said unhappily, "Messi didn't do anything!"

The pretty French reporter rolled her eyes.

"But I heard that the media in Catalonia is discussing this in private - I guess they never thought of this situation this year. Come to think of it, they have been boasting that Messi is the number one in the world. , but now? I guess they finally feel that talent is not the thing that determines everything about an athlete." A British guy said, "Really, I am not surprised by this, you know Ronaldo is made by the Premier League and produced by the Jazz. , that is a manufacturer with an international reputation even more than Scottish cashmere."

Quaresma and the others originally wanted to say something like this to counter the reporter from the Catalonia region.

But no one thought that it was not Pepe or Chris who held them back, but Cristiano, who originally hated this surname the most.

"Forget it, go back early, I'm starving to death." Cristiano pulled Quaresma and said to the others, "I remember that there was mushroom soup for lunch today."

"Is it okay, Cristiano?" Pepe gently put his hand on the back of Cristiano's neck, and asked in a low voice, "You don't feel unhappy, do you?"

Cristiano grinned and patted Pepe's waist, "I'm fine, don't forget, we're treble winners... oh no, three plus one, actually. It's going to be 31 soon. "—Cristiano's words are not even hinted at.

Pepe considered it carefully, and when he felt that Cristiano was indeed not lying to appease them, he replied to Cristiano with a smile, then grabbed Quaresma by the collar and urged them to return to the station to prepare For lunch - "Cristiano is hungry, I want a lamb chop too."

"But nothing you get can hide the fact that Messi can do things that you can't do anyway, he can do more and more subtle performances, he can beat five with one, and he can fight five with one. !” Maybe it’s still the same Catalan journalist, maybe it’s a reporter from some other outlet who hates what Cristiano gets personally.

All the recording equipment and cameras were aimed at Cristiano in an instant, and they were not sure what they were waiting for-maybe it was the moment of Cristiano's rage, but it could also be his calm rebuttal.

But no matter which one it is, it is enough to ensure that they will not open the skylight on the page the next day.

Cristiano frowned in the direction where the sound came from, but unexpectedly didn't say anything, he just put his arm around Pepe's shoulder and prepared to leave this boring and noisy place.

Yes, boring.

This season, he has won all the collective honors a player can imagine-oh yes, except for the European Super Cup and Club World Cup in the second half of the year.But those are relatively low-difficulty games, and Cristiano has no doubt that he can win a Grand Slam in football this year.

In this context, why is it necessary for him to engage in verbal disputes with reporters on such issues and decide the outcome?Excuse me.

What's more, he not only has all this this year, but he also has a group of very good teammates around him, especially Chris, and he doesn't worry about their future at all-they will be invincible and successful.

Cristiano thinks this is a very obvious fact, and he doesn't want to have any debate with any idiot.

Chris didn't say anything at the time, he just looked at Cristiano, then closed his mouth tightly and didn't say anything.

"But I don't understand," Chris finally said to Cristiano when he couldn't help looking up at lunch, "Cristiano, why don't you refute them? Barcelona didn't get anything this year, and America didn't get anything this year. No big competitions, Mr Messi will get nothing this year - everything this year is ours. Those journalists are not right, are they?"

Coentraan cautiously raised his head from above his plate to look at Pepe, but Pepe just buried himself in eating the lamb chops, showing no reaction to anything outside.

Seeing Pepe's reaction, others stopped trying to meddle and just continued with their own lunch.

"Of course not, so except for a few people, everyone else is aware of this-in that case, we don't need to say anything to them." Cristiano shrugged, seemingly indifferent to what happened just now, "Tolerate some fools in this world."

But then, just as Cristiano lowered his head to eat the last spoonful of beans, he suddenly remembered something.

"Chris, wait a minute, isn't it you who told me not to pay too much attention to the name Messi?" Cristiano's eyebrows frowned, "So you now? Don't be like this Chris , like you said, he didn't stop you from being whoever you wanted to be, he just added color to your mythology."

Chris didn't speak at first, and Cristiano thought he was thinking about what he said, so he didn't pay much attention.

But after 1 minute, Cristiano knew he had guessed wrong.

"No, actually I have doubts," Chris said, "Cristiano, I'm worried about you, I'm worried about whether you lost your competitiveness in the process of winning-you got too much, so you don't I know what else I can want."

Coentran was so frightened that he sprayed all the soup in his mouth back into the bowl.

"Why? Do you think I'm..." Cristiano didn't seem angry, he tilted his head and thought for a while, "Do you think I'm pampering myself?"

Chris nodded very solemnly.

Cristiano felt a little annoyed—he knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help but get annoyed at Chris' confusion.

Pepe suddenly touched Cristiano with his elbow at this time, as if to warn him to be patient.

"Chris, I'm not fighting to beat Messi, I'm fighting for... I'm fighting for you, our teammates and Portugal." Cristiano held back his temper - it's not easy, Pepe was moved by this, "Chris, have you forgotten? You told me that you are for me and Portugal, and I am for you and Portugal."

Chris froze for a moment, lowered his head and didn't speak again.

Cristiano suddenly realized that Chris had finally gone from being too tolerant and soft to the other opposite-he began to be too hard and persistent on the court.

It must be the first, it cannot be slandered, it cannot be questioned, even if it is a fact in itself, no slander can erase it.