[Football] The world's first arrogant

When Cristiano scored the equalizer goal and then assisted Neymar to tie the score to 1:2, even though Sir Alex Ferguson stood on the sidelines and knew that he should be ten times more focused on the game and not distracted, he still endured. I couldn't help turning my head and glanced at Mourinho, who was standing in front of the visiting team's bench, cheering and turning 360 degrees in the air.

It's not that he doesn't admit that Real Madrid gave Cristiano more things, nor does he deny that Cristiano has taken a good step, but none of these can replace his regret.

He can't help but wonder what Manchester United would be like today if he had kept Cristiano.

But no one has the answer except God.

"Congratulations, Mr. Mourinho." When the whistle blew at the end of the game, Sir Alex Ferguson spent tens of seconds watching Cristiano and his teammates celebrate, and then turned to Mourinho with a sigh Oh, "You have two of the best football talents in the world."

Neymar and Cristiano, two geniuses.

Mourinho knew what Sir Alex Ferguson meant.

"It's my honour, but in the end it's Real Madrid's honour." Mourinho said with a smile, shaking Sir Alex Ferguson's hand.

Sir Ferguson's brows twitched, his lips moved, but in the end he just smiled and clenched Mourinho's hand again.

"Congratulations again, Jose. Congratulations on having a team like Mr. Mendes and Ms. Gu." Sir Ferguson pointed.

Mendes is my team, but if I keep winning the Champions League, Ann may not be my team... Mourinho glanced sideways at Cristiano, who was riding on his back while his teammates rubbed his hair in a mess, and said to himself Sad.

But compared to Gu Bei's uncertain future, Mourinho has another more sad thing in front of him.

"...I let you in because Mr. Florentino asked me to let me go, but you are still asking me? Is this logical and socially polite?" Mourinho looked at the executive director of Cristiano's autobiography, His complexion was not very good, "Whether An can enter the locker room is up to me, did I make it clear?"

In fact, Mourinho never excluded Gu Bei from the locker room. It was just that the executive director rushed to him and said, "I hope Ms. Gu will enter the locker room to interact with Cristiano" is really beyond his bottom line.

He's not against Cristiano and Gu Bei—he can't object either, when Dolores and Mendes both agree with something related to Cristiano, even God can't stop— —He just can't accept someone who has nothing to do with him to dictate his locker room.

And removing this factor, Mourinho is also very dissatisfied with the "gossip heart" of the executive director of this autobiography.

The essence of this type of film is that it can sell well, and the premise of selling well is not only that the subject of the autobiography is famous enough, but also a key point is that it has enough good selling points-such as gossip.

Mourinho can understand the executive director intellectually, but instinctively, he completely rejects this kind of purely commercial behavior that does not respect the football circle.

Gu Bei is not very satisfied with the appearance of the executive director, but after all, she is a staff member who should keep calm at all times, so she can only persuade, "There is nothing I need to do today, and the head coach usually only has my work. He just let me in—he didn't want to make an exception and cause misunderstanding, please understand." She glanced at Mourinho and motioned him not to disrupt the situation.

Mourinho glanced at her and said nothing.

Of course the executive director knew that Mourinho was dissatisfied with this proposal, and he himself regretted making such a direct request to Mourinho himself.But one person has one identity, one identity and one standpoint. As a coach, Mourinho has to think about football, and as an executive director, he has to be responsible to investors.

This is also the secret to their success in their respective fields.

"Miss Gu, we also hope to restore your usual way of getting along at work." Although the executive director was also dissatisfied with Mourinho's tone, he still didn't want to offend Gu Bei, "This is very important for the film, after all, I think it's also a very important part of Cristiano's life."

Gu Bei stood her ground. Her slogan was to defend the authority of Mourinho's dressing room without wavering. "On the court, in the player tunnel and in the dressing room, I cannot provide any advice to Mr. Coach, and I have no right to interfere. I'm very sorry. However, I think we will always have a chance to film a scene like this."

The implication is, of course, to tell Mourinho that she simply cannot refuse the executive director's request.

Autobiographical films are originally a kind of commercial behavior, and commercial considerations in commercial behavior are the most natural thing and the most basic choice.If Gu Bei refused again and again, it could only be said that he was deliberately looking for trouble for the producer.

Mourinho said in his heart, this is also young and ignorant. I am doing this for your own good. You still have to go and see how they interact in the locker room...Young people don't know how to write dead words...

When he thought about it, his eyes rolled, "Then go, sir. I'm going to take Cristiano to the post-match press conference later." He even encouraged Gu Bei, "Ann, go... Tell Cristiano what he should do."

Gu Bei: ...?

Gu Bei felt that something was wrong with Mourinho, but the executive director neither thought too much nor knew much about Mourinho, so he was grateful for Mourinho's permission, and happily took the job of carrying the machine The staff went into the locker room together.

The excitement on Cristiano's face has not subsided. When he saw Gu Bei coming in, he immediately tossed his clothes, left Marcelo who was talking to him, and ran over, "Do you remember what I said? Look , I have already said it!"

He didn't even wait for Gu Bei's answer, and directly continued the second half of the sentence, as if he had already determined that Gu Bei would remember every word he said.

Marcelo made a mouthful of complaints to Pepe, as if scolding a heartless or something.

Mourinho, who then came in, gave Marcelo a stern look and nodded in agreement.

"What did you say?" Gu Bei asked casually.

Cristiano glared at her, as if he felt that she was embarrassing himself in front of so many people by saying that - because he did hear an undisguised schadenfreude laugh behind him.

Probably Marcelo and Benzema or something.

Cristiano, the hero of the assists and goals who asked himself to be coldly received, returned to his small cubicle in a dispirited manner, silently throwing his socks and shoes, with a dissatisfied expression on his face.

Gu Bei still didn't quite understand, but considering that the camera was still working, she was embarrassed to ignore it and just talked about her work and completely ignored Cristiano's temper.

After thinking about it, she squatted down and looked up at Cristiano's eyes, "You said too much, I remember every sentence, but you suddenly mentioned it and I don't know which sentence to retrieve from the memory bank. It's gone." Her hand squeezed Cristiano's hand lightly, as if to show weakness, "You can give me a little hint and I'll know."

The executive director and the cameraman looked at each other blankly, thinking that something seemed wrong...

"I said I want to win that sentence." Cristiano glanced at her and reluctantly gave her a chance.

"Your performance today is the best affirmation of Jazz's cultivation of you in the past." Although Gu Bei couldn't remember what the original sentence was, he probably remembered the meaning, so he continued according to his heart, " However, I think maybe the more this is the case, the more complicated the Jazz's mood may be."

Cristiano didn't look so excited anymore, he held the towel and didn't speak.

Gu Bei gave him about half a minute to think about what he said, and then continued when he felt that it was almost done, "Isn't he both regretful and proud?"

"I miss my time at Manchester United, but Real Madrid is my dream. I miss Sir Alex Ferguson too, but I'm fine now too... hey, I don't know what I said, but you know what I mean right Right?" Cristiano was a little confused.

"I know," Gu Bei replied firmly, "everyone knows. You miss the days when you were at Manchester United, and you also miss the days when Sir Alex Ferguson taught you. Because those days laid the foundation for you today, allowing you to get the first A Ballon d'Or, you're going to use the days to come to prove that you live up to their expectations and even get better, right?"

Cristiano nodded, and affectionately took Gu Bei's hand and rubbed it against his cheek, "I knew you understood me, just like... myself."

It seems that he himself is not entirely correct, after all, sometimes a person may not know what he is thinking.But Gu Bei is different from Cristiano himself in this way, Gu Bei seems to know everything, she is like the reason, logic and cognition of Cristiano off the court.

Gu Bei looked at him with a smile, "Then if you like it, you can tell the reporter as I said, okay?"

Cristiano readily embraced the claim.

The executive director turned his face and rolled his eyes, but was caught by Cassie who accidentally looked up.

Just when the executive director wanted to find an excuse for his inappropriate behavior, Cassie sighed and took the initiative to help him with a rather understanding, "I know, sir, of course I know. I guess the head coach didn't Willing to let you shoot such a scene is to protect your lens and yourself..."

"But in fact, they are quite restrained today," Benzema turned his head, "Do you want to hear how they usually abuse us?"

The executive director flatly refused.