[football] exactly the same

"Very good, very meaningful 4:0 - although I don't think this has any special significance, except for three points."

"But I don't understand." The commentator sounded as angry as he looked, "I don't understand what made Mourinho refuse to let Chris replace Ronaldo-I thought it was Ronaldo. Yes, but when I saw his bewildered expression, I knew my intuition was wrong. So anyway, I hope that when I wake up tomorrow, Mr. Mourinho has already figured it out How to explain his strange decision to the whole of Madrid."

"Then our live broadcast is over here, thank you for watching. Goodbye!"

The commentator ended his live broadcast viciously, and everything seemed to have just begun.

The players in the locker room looked at each other, and no one knew how to break the silence.

It was Cassie who spoke last—as always.

"Well, Chris, you don't have to be too disappointed, there are still many opportunities in the future. You know that 3:0 is not a particularly safe score. Remember Milan? They thought 3:0 was the end, so they opened champagne at halftime , In the end, it was reversed like this-this kind of thing often happens, Mr. Mourinho just wants to be on the safe side. We have a good start now, and we cannot lose points because of negligence.”

Although Cassie did not understand, or even completely opposed Mourinho's decision, but for the sake of the relationship between the two, Cassie finally chose to stand by Mourinho's side - Chris is a good boy , he will understand.

Cristiano looked at Cassie, not at all proud of a hat-trick, on the contrary, his eyes still seemed dissatisfied and depressed.

Kaka noticed this, touched Cristiano's arm lightly, and whispered: "Don't do this, it's not good if the reporter sees it when you go out."

Cristiano said nothing.

Little Chris didn't notice all of this, he was just immersed in his emotions, and he asked himself what went wrong that made Mourinho no longer trust him.

Mourinho ignored anyone's questions, he just stood in front of the locker room door, looking at the little Chris who kept his head down and remained silent—he seemed to be waiting for something, and he seemed to be just thinking about what happened today everything.

"Sir, he is very disappointed." Casey may feel that it is his responsibility at this time, so he stepped over the towels and messy jerseys in the locker room, walked up to Mourinho and whispered to him.

Mourinho seemed to be awakened.

Perhaps inspired by Casey, Cristiano also immediately dropped Kaka and Marcelo, who was trying to keep him calm, and ran to Mourinho, "Sir, I don't know what he said or did. What, but he's already gone to the sidelines to warm up - if he's just a main rotation in the future, then I would say he should get used to this, but he is not. Then I don't understand why you would do it. He can commit What's wrong? What wrong could he have done for you to punish him like this?"

Of course, Cassie heard the meaning of Cristiano's accusation, so she gently tugged at his arm, hoping that he would pay attention to his words.

"He is a very good young man, Cristiano." Contrary to Cassie's expectations, even though Cristiano's censure is so obvious, Mourinho's attitude has been so restrained so far, "But this is far from Not enough. That's not what's required of him, that's what the world requires of ordinary people."

This should be a compliment and expectation, but obviously, in this specific environment, Cristiano thinks this is more of an excuse-an excuse for some of his previous inappropriate behavior.

"He's, if you pay attention, Mr. Mourinho, I don't see where a young man with talent and self-discipline is so far from enough that you push him from the sidelines to the bench. ——With all due respect, this is a great shame for a young man with his talent." Cristiano tried his best to lower his voice, "You humiliated him and gave the world the opportunity to look down on him! I can't even Find a reason for you to justify this behavior."

"If you don't like him, then believe me, as long as this news gets out, there will be a long queue for buying at Mr. Chairman's door—all over Europe, any general manager who still has the last check in his hand will rush to him immediately. Madrid."

Casey wanted to chime in, but considering Mourinho's outstanding self-esteem, he gave up.

Mourinho looked at Cristiano, and for reasons unknown ended up saying nothing.

On the return bus, maybe because of the accident just now, no one was in the mood to celebrate the big victory or laugh at Cristiano’s stupid celebrations. From the main players to the substitutes, almost everyone kept the safest silence.

"What did you do during the warm-up?" Cristiano suddenly turned his head from the front row and asked the little Chris sitting behind him.

Pepe felt that little Chris looked a little pitiful, so he gave a dry cough and pulled Cristiano's arm, "Don't be like this, Cristiano, Chris... Uh, I guess maybe the situation was not good enough at that time , so Mr. Mourinho temporarily changed his mind."

'Sir, I don't know what I did wrong. ' Just before boarding the bus, Chris Jr. finally found a chance to ask Mourinho himself.

Mourinho watched him for a while.

'You didn't do anything, so you did nothing wrong - that's what you think, right? '

Faced with this simple question, Little Chris nodded naturally.

' But you hesitated.I can see that look on your face, Chris, I've seen that look on too many young guys before they go on the court - worried, hesitant. '

That worry and hesitation can turn into fear and mistakes when you have one last moment on the court.Then he was accused, and then he lost confidence. From then on, he could only stay in the low-level league, or become a substitute.

This is what Mourinho wanted to say, but Mourinho ended up only saying the first half.

After all, he was still a young man, and he felt that some leeway should be given to young people—at least not to be scared to death instead of being beaten to death.

Cristiano glanced at Pepe disapprovingly and whispered: "You shouldn't love him too much, he must at least know what he did wrong-to be honest, I don't believe that Mr. Mourinho will do it for no reason. Think about it, he went out of his way to negotiate with me before the game in order to give Chris enough time to show up today."

"Chris, you can talk to us. We all have more experience in the game than you. If Mr. Mourinho doesn't have time to tell you something very specific, then maybe you can tell us." Pepe listened to Christie Arno's opinion, but adopted a more gentle and euphemistic attitude than Cristiano.

Cristiano rolled his eyes at the pointless courting of the young man, but didn't stop.

Immediately, more people responded positively to Pepe's words, and turned their heads to stare at Little Chris with burning eyes—as if Little Chris was a big piece of meat on the chopping board.

Mourinho's ears moved, but he still pretended he didn't hear anything.

"Dad, were you ever scared before going on court for the first time?"

Little Chris said unconsciously.

dad?

In the entire bus, from the rear exhaust pipe to the front windshield, every auditory and gossip cell is activated to the maximum extent.