[Football] The world's first arrogant

bao_gu: I like him who is childish, but I also like him who is sharp and competitive. [Because Cristiano without the desire to win will not become Ronaldo today.There is a Chinese poem used to describe Cristiano tonight, which may be just right - he fought three thousand miles with one body, and once became a millionaire with one sword.

'Boom is really restrained compared to this, it's very embarrassing...Your girlfriend is very proud, isn't it? '

'When the camera was broadcast to Gu Bei, I thought she would kill Cristiano after seeing the despair on her face, so it was true love if she didn't kill him? '

’ I heard that Gu Bei was not very happy, but there seemed to be nothing he could do. After all, both Mendes and Dolores thought, ‘Oh, our baby Chris is still young, there is nothing wrong with being competitive, besides. You can't blame him for this, it's all because Messi provoked '...'

"Gu Bei was really protecting the calf, but I want to know what Messi said to Cristiano later? '

'Reply upstairs, do not know.Even Gu Bei didn't know what was going on.It seemed that Cristiano himself didn't want to say it. '

Gu Bei really didn't know what Cristiano told Messi, so she could only argue based on what she already knew, "But why didn't you tell me?"

"Can't I have a little secret?" Cristiano said it confidently, making Gu Bei seem to have nothing to say.

He didn't want to say that there was nothing Gu Bei could do, he could only make a series of deals with the Catalan media, and hoped that their mercy would not be endless.

But soon Cristiano's affairs ushered in a turning point-this turning point was not because they eliminated Manchester United to advance, but Mourinho took a shot to save Cristiano.

He didn't do anything, he just took a watch from Chelsea's boss as a gift, it's not expensive, it's only a few hundred thousand euros... Other than that, he just whispered to Sir Alex Ferguson after the game against Manchester United Googled for a while, and beat them to death without telling anyone what they talked about.

Of course, Sir Alex Ferguson was not very friendly in this matter-he told reporters with an inscrutable face, "Jose is a very good head coach, and I have always paid close attention to him."

focus on……

The word implies too much...

Gu Bei understands the logic of Sir Alex Ferguson's behavior of observing potential successors and trying to poach Real Madrid, but if Mourinho still does this kind of thing, she can only say "I don't understand" in bold and capital letters.

"I know you want to leave, but even if you want to leave, keep it secret!" Gu Bei slapped the table with one hand, and his momentum suddenly changed. "I really don't understand, what did I do wrong? Why are you two together?" Are you going to torture me?"

Cristiano passed the living room with a cup of lemon tea. He originally wanted to put down a plate of cookies to Gu Bei, but after seeing the situation, he silently hugged the plate tightly and hid on the sofa far away from Gu Bei. Leaning on Mendez, who is pretending to watch a soap opera.

"Are you really not going to persuade Ann?" Cristiano took a sip of lemon tea carefully, and put the little cookie in his mouth like a child until it melted quickly before swallowing it—just to prevent the sound from chewing angered Gu Bei.

"No," Mendes kept his eyes fixed and his lips barely moved, "I won't pay for your mistakes."

Cristiano cautiously looked at Gu Bei who was angry at Mourinho, "Ann had a good temper when we first met and never lost his temper. What's the matter now?"

Mendes gave Cristiano a sideways look, "Are you asking me? I should be asking you, right? If you don't pamper her, can she be so bold?"

Mendes is not throwing blame, he actually thought so long ago - when Gu Bei first came to Cristiano's side, he was a good party B with a good attitude, never complained, and never accused, even if Cristiano She made trouble out of no reason, and she also comforted and persuaded her in a nice voice.

What now?

The whole evil mother-in-law.

Mendes rolled his eyes at this thought, and couldn't help the desire in his heart to complain, "If this was three years ago, if this kind of news came out of Jose, what would Ann say? Ann would say, 'Sir, don't worry, I will convince both AS and MARCA that this is nonsense, that you have no intention of leaving Real Madrid, they will believe that you are the one who loves Real Madrid the most in the world - you only need to think about the stadium As for the other things, I promise to deal with them properly '... now?"

Now it's just a curse, accusing Mourinho of being 'informal' and 'only making trouble for me'.

Mourinho, a poor man who has changed from the second boss to his younger brother.

Mendes sighed.

"But the problem is, Ann didn't say he missed it." Cristiano thought for a while, then said slowly, "And I also think that what Mr. Mourinho did was wrong, he really shouldn't find trouble for Ann!"

Mendes held himself back from letting Cristiano out of his living room.

"Forget it, what did you say to Mr. Macy? I hope you don't have some dishonorable deals." Mendes finally went on with the role that Bei Bei arranged for him—eh?Why did he accept Gu Bei's role arrangement?What is the difference between him and Cristiano who is 'Ann says everything is right'?

Cristiano refused to be induced.

"After I tell you, you will tell Ann immediately. This is absolutely not acceptable." Cristiano questioned Mendes' credibility, and he was right.

Mendes didn't deny it when he saw him, and said bluntly: "If you just call and send messages in private, then I believe that Ann will not ask you and Mr. Messi, but considering that you two are in Nocan Pu whispering and whispering in front of a global audience, and you did such an earth-shattering thing before you said it... I think Ann should really ask."

Cristiano refuses, again.

Shrugging his shoulders and spreading his hands, Mendes said behind Cristiano's back, "I can't help it, you can only ask yourself."

Cristiano dropped the cookie, and quickly moved to the side, leaving a seat for Gu Bei.

Looking at the filial Cristiano, Mendes had no choice but to smile stiffly and allow Mourinho to sit beside him on the side farther away from Gu Bei.

"Okay, so how do you plan to deal with Jose?" Mendes obviously didn't want Mourinho to have an affair with the Premier League at this time, making Madrid call him 'in Cao Ying' or something like that. , "Although we don't plan to stay for a long time, the contract is not over after all, and there is actually one season left... Now we can't talk about the next season-Real Madrid is doing well now. If there is no big four, I guess Mr. Florentino is reluctant to part with Jose."

Mourinho wanted to leave before because he did encounter Higuain's problems, and the start of the league was indeed a bit unsmooth-although his unsatisfaction was entirely caused by his own refusal to use Neymar.

If there is no problem with the grades and the coach is casually dismissed just because he is worried about his high performance, Mr. Florentino will really be playing with fire.

Florentino doesn't know much about football, but his mind is fine.

"Stir a wave of gossip." Gu Bei has been in Spain for three years, and finally resorted to his favorite method back then, "Cristiano, do you know that the difference between the birth dates of you and Messi is exactly equal to that of Chris and Messi?" Thiago's?"

"..." Cristiano had a bad intuition in his heart, but before expressing his intuition, he asked with luck, "Who is Thiago?"

Mourinho was shocked by the occlusion of Cristiano's news, "Of course it is Messi's son! Otherwise, why did Ann say that there is an age difference between you and Messi?"

"No!" Cristiano said, "The Nou Camp incident is over, I will never be tied with Messi!"

"It's late," Gu Bei said coolly, "My assistant has even finished writing the manuscript—do you want to read it? I'm crying after watching the sense of fate, reincarnation, and future fantasia. Besides, you just save Mu. Mr. Rinho, now that you and Messi are still hot, a wave of gossip to attribute what you did to the sworn enemy plot is good for you and Mr. Mourinho-but then again, if it is not What Mr. Mourinho has done is too outrageous, I originally planned to make a wave of news about Real Madrid beating Manchester United to cover up the Nou Camp case."

"Am I not as good as the head coach in your heart?" Cristiano suddenly seized the opportunity to fight back, "It makes me sad!"

Gu Bei was a little confused by this unexpected angle, and it took him a while to react and said, "You and Mr. Macy have a little secret from me, and you say you are sad? Also, if this is a secret, you can't Forget it, then I asked you about AC before? You didn’t tell me what it was, you said you were sad? Am I not sad? Cristiano, do you know what concealment is?”

"Concealment is the beginning of deception." Mourinho replied fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

"However, what is AC?" Mourinho looked at Mendes as if he had discovered a new world, as if he was sure that Cristiano would not say it.

After thinking about it for a while, Mendes decided to benefit the society, so he turned his head and whispered to Mourinho, then took out his phone and turned on R to make some gestures.

Mourinho took the phone and looked at it for a while, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and then he took out his phone, "I will create a small account, you can share this person with me... If you submit a post, the blogger will give me anonymity." ?”

Gu Bei: ... build a trumpet in front of me, and bite your ear?Is this respectful?Do you respect it? !

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Gu Bei couldn't find out what AC was in the end, but in retaliation she confiscated Cristiano's cell phone—one month, the longest month in history.

"You are right, you shouldn't give Cristiano too much entertainment, especially when we are about to play the semi-finals." Mourinho encouraged Gu Bei after the quarter-final victory over Turkey, "If I'd be more impressed if you could cut back on his entertainment a little more."

Gu Bei said that he didn't know what else he could do.

"Continuing to confiscate his mobile phone and make him sleep like a big boy," Mourinho said solemnly.

Gu Bei felt that the second half of the sentence meant nothing serious, but considering that Mourinho basically could not count on defending the title in the league now, and could only live on the Champions League and the Copa del Rey, she held back for the time being—and thought of "back then 'The Bernabeu defeated Dortmund 4:1...

Forget it, don't compete with fate...

Maybe it's because Gu Bei's expectations of life are too low, so when Real Madrid unexpectedly drew 1:1 with Dortmund in the first round, Gu Bei was alone in the stands with Mendez, who looked gloomy. Talking about it, the excitement is beyond words.

"Now this 1:1 is at the Bernabéu..." Mendes touched his forehead, "He has an away goal..."

Mendes' mentality is easy to understand-his first head coach and first player are now two grasshoppers on the same line. If Real Madrid does not perform well, these two people will all suffer.

Real Madrid must win, Real Madrid must win a championship, otherwise the price of these two people will all drop, which is a pain he can't bear at all.

Of course Gu Bei understood Mendes' implication, but she didn't seem to care very much, "I think I can advance, don't worry."

Gu Bei was right, Real Madrid did win the second round at Dortmund's home court, 2:0, leading by a big score without any suspense.

If Gu Bei is still accustomed to the change in the results of Real Madrid, then the other side that finally advanced to the final was Barcelona... which shocked Gu Bei.

After all, there is no theoretical increase or decrease in Barcelona's personnel, or any influencing factors. It stands to reason that it is impossible for such a huge change to occur.

"What's the matter? What's so surprising about Barcelona beating Bayern?" Cassie felt that Gu Bei was a bit strange, "I don't think it's surprising that either of them lost or won, but to be honest... I really don't want to do it again." The derby against Barcelona - four times this year."

Pepe seemed to be deeply touched. Instead of being taciturn in the past, she echoed a rare sentence, "I can't bear it four to five times a year... Don't the fans feel tired after such a tossing?"

of course not……

Middle-aged women have never been bothered by watching so many mother-in-law and daughter-in-law dramas. How could they be bored watching every game with a different plot... Gu Bei complained silently in his heart, but seeing that they worked so hard to win Dortmund, they didn't lose the chain. For the sake of it, she didn't say anything.

Instead, Cristiano muttered, "Is that little guy really going to fight me to the end?"

Cristiano knew that Messi was not a casual guy, but he clearly thought he had reason to believe that what Messi said that day was just a moment of anger and nonsense - what can a man who has lost the Copa del Rey say? Crown?

Of course, he himself has lost the possibility of the Triple Crown...

"What?" Gu Bei didn't hear clearly, but his intuition told her that this was definitely a big news, and he would regret it if he didn't find out, "Cristiano, what do you think happened to Mr. Messi?"

Cristiano blinked innocently.

Cassie looked at Cristiano meaningfully, holding the world in his hands.

"Guess what Ronaldo and Leo said? Oh no... it should be said that Leo said something to Ronaldo." Harvey called Cassie quietly that day without his teammates behind his back, "To be honest, I didn't even think about it What Leo would say about the Treble and the Big Four."

"However, it is understandable. Although Leo is a very quiet child, he is still a man after all. Who can be in a hurry when he sees Ronaldo's style?" Standing firmly on Messi's side.

Cassie wanted to hang up the phone with a few perfunctory words-he obviously knew that Mourinho really didn't like Barcelona very much, and it was not a safe choice to talk too much nonsense with the Barcelona captain.But before he had time to think of a safe response, he suddenly reacted, "Harvey, are you calling me a war?"

What is "all four are empty"? !Is this human? !

"I don't want to lose, and I don't want our Leo to lose in front of your Ronaldo." Harvey sounded a little arrogant. I don't know if he is really sure that Barcelona will not lose again, or if he just wants to anger Cassie.

"Icar, Real Madrid and your Ronaldo will soon learn that there is a price to be paid for angering our young lion," Xavi added. "An angry young lion will lead Barcelona to victory - although it is impossible to lose. The Triple Crown, but the Double is pretty impressive too."

Cassie held the gentleness of an adult, and resisted the urge to spray Harvey, "Yeah, after all, you are out of the Copa del Rey, and you have no chance to win the Triple Crown."

"It's as if you still have a chance to win the league championship!" Harvey was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that Cassie, who would never reply no matter how he was provoked before, would fight back, and just when he understood the meaning of this sentence For a moment, he couldn't help but burst into anger.

The next second, the two snorted at each other at the same time, and hung up the phone with a snap.

Adults, good captains, no matter how many labels are behind, the word 'man' is in the final analysis, and they cannot escape the competitive nature of men, and the instinct of desire.

People who don't want to win can't be players, and there is no one who doesn't want to win the first battle and win medals.Their desire to be the best players they can be is also what drives them to be dissatisfied—sounds like shit, but it's the truth.

"Cristiano," Cassie recalled how he and Harvey were choking each other, and his competitive spirit suddenly rose, "You must win!"

Although Cristiano agreed with this sentence, he somehow felt that Cassie's statement was not in line with common sense-in fact, not only him, but everyone who heard the story later thought that Cassie was probably finally driven crazy by the Barcelona gang up.

"Ikal, I understand your feelings, but how can you make your striker nervous?" Mourinho seemed a little disapproving of Cassie's behavior, "and IMHO, pointless tit-for-tat. Except It doesn't do any good to bring you down to Barca's level - I don't want the only brain in my team to turn into a Barça brat."

Cassie frowned and didn't speak, but obviously she didn't mean to agree.But rather than telling Mourinho directly, he would rather let Gu Bei do something for him after calming down a bit.

"I know I'm the older one on the team, but I have to tell you, I'm not a precision instrument either - why would Cristiano say that kind of nonsense to the little guy next door before the big fight , and I can’t? I’ll tell Harvey in private! My relationship with Harvey is still more like a friend!” Cassie couldn’t say she was angry, but she was indeed complaining.

Gu Bei covered his face and didn't want to speak - mainly because he didn't want to stimulate Cassie's emotions.

"I know you are nervous too. After all, playing against Barcelona in the Champions League final is really a nervous and exciting thing." Gu Bei looked as understanding as ever, "I know your Mood, Mr. Coach must also know, but...you see, everyone will ask more from a more mature person, as for Cristiano, he is only three and a half years old, what can you ask of him?"

Cassie sneered, "I know you love him, and I love him too—just like loving a giant panda, but the question is, as a main player of a Spanish national team and a world champion team, am I not qualified to do it occasionally? Is it a rare wild animal?"

"Isn't the goalkeeper human? Don't the goalkeeper have human rights? Without a goalkeeper, do you expect Cristiano or Sergio to stop the opponent from shooting?"

Gu Bei categorically denied this, "We all love you! You are as important to us as the giant panda and Cristiano!"

"Really?" Cassie didn't seem any happier, he even felt that Gu Bei was being perfunctory, "Why didn't I feel it?"

"...What do you want..." Gu Bei realized that Cassie was going to be unreasonable to the end today, but at the moment of the Champions League final, she couldn't just throw him out to calm down.

Cassie was stunned for a moment. As a person who is not used to messing around, he actually has no follow-up plan.

Gu Bei glanced at him, knowing that he was about to admit defeat, so he quickly pursued the victory, "Otherwise, you can think about what you want to do first, but before that, you can tell me while thinking, you never What did Harvey know... what did Cristiano and Mr. Messi say?"

"I'd rather tell AC." Cassie refused, "Miss Gu, don't try to get gossip from me. Since you said that I am as important as Cristiano in your heart, would you tell Cristiano that?"

"No." Gu Bei subconsciously said without thinking.

Cassie froze for a moment before realizing how decisively she had been rejected.

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"Without a doubt! Leader-level, commander-in-chief, absolute control and absolute superiority! Gu Bei is right, I don't believe in God, I only believe in Cristiano! God is omniscient and omnipotent, and so is Cristiano." Omniscient and omnipotent! Score twice in the Champions League final, there are no ancients before, and there may not be comers after!"

"Two goals behind, Cristiano is a god. Without him, today's Real Madrid may become one of the protagonists of a tragedy in the Champions League final - and it will be that sad role. Cristiano saved Real Madrid, again!"

"Thanks also to Neymar for the assists and the active performance of the audience! BOOM is right, they are like the two sides of the V, completely symmetrical, completely consistent, extremely perfect, irresistible. They prove to the world that two bodies What can superstars of equal ability bring! The Champions League final represents everything!"

@AnnCollection: Two goals behind to equalize, momentum and luck are all on Real Madrid's side.So let me tell you, after the penalty shootout is the marriage proposal ceremony, everyone has nothing to see at this time, so hurry up and put your daughter-in-law to sleep... Otherwise, they may divorce you when they see the proposal—don’t ask What do I know, three friendly and kind thigh fans broke the news with me respectively, see the picture for details. [Anonymous breaking news picture + Thanksgiving thigh powder]

'I don't seem to be able to read English... What is roseonly, the most suitable helicopter?Is this a riddle like 'why is a crow like a writing desk'?Is it difficult to speak human words? '

"Only the second thigh fan said in human terms," ​​Cristiano bought a ring, a top pink diamond from South Africa, but it's not so much a ring, it's more like a necklace pendant'...a necklace pendant?How big is that? ! '

'Do you think the tone of the third thigh fan is strange? '

'It's a little strange... too deep into the drama? '

"But it might be me... After all, it's not like he doesn't use the Internet at all, he still has a twitter..."

"Don't be naive, how many people broke the news, he doesn't even know the password of 'his' twitter, that account is completely controlled by Gu Bei.If he dared to move, Gu Bei would leave tomorrow. '

'Then tell yourselves!What is 'Let the coach give you rings? !Ask the coach to be the flower girl who gives you rings? !If your coach was Loew, would you still dare to let him send it?Bully the soft and fear the hard!It was because I was afraid of An that I did this on purpose!It's over!Asking for anonymity'...This is either too deep into the drama or it is a slip of the tongue...'

'The request for anonymity becomes meaningless after the first few sentences...'

'Oh my God!Sir, are you afraid that the boss doesn't know about AC? !Big news is coming!The boss may have to resign this time! '

"Another one upstairs who is about to lose his vest..."

Before and after the penalty shootout, people seemed confident and relaxed about the outcome of the game. After paying attention to the competition itself, they began to pay attention to the roses and helicopters, the diamond ring and Mourinho who gave the ring.

The fans are happy, because the competitive part is intense, and the gossip part is exciting. Whether it is the wedding date or the proposal itself, every detail of this matter is a point of gossip.

The media is happy, Real Madrid and Barcelona are sparks hitting the earth, but if there are bloody romance dramas and fairy tale endings like princes and princesses in addition to sparks hitting the earth, then it is a guarantee of sales and the focus of attention.

Everyone loves Cristiano, because Cristiano is all about the most controversial topic in society.

Even UEFA is happy - soaring broadcast fees, investors' high bids, and hard-to-find tickets.

They no longer have any reason to say that they are not satisfied, that they are not perfect, or that they are inevitably regretful.

For all of them, winning or losing this game is very simple-their own satisfaction can be regarded as victory, and as far as the two sides of the game are concerned, there is no doubt that Real Madrid, which won the penalty shootout in the end, is the winner.

But many years later, Cristiano will repeatedly ask himself, who won this Champions League final, he or Messi.

Sometimes he thinks it's me, sometimes he thinks it's Messi, but sometimes it's all quiet and he tosses and turns and thinks neither of them won.

Between scoring twice in regulation and narrowly missing the penalty shoot-out to win the game, and an assist in the penalty shoot-out and losing in regulation time - Cristiano often found himself unable to tell which was the winner.

When Cristiano stood near the penalty spot, looked at the ball, and breathed a few times, it was obvious that everything was the most familiar thing to him, but he suddenly felt a strange feeling.

It is not the first time he has come to Wembley Stadium, nor is it the first time he has seen the roaring tsunami, fans mixed with love and hatred, nor is it the first time he has seen Mourinho standing on the sidelines with a cold face, waiting for him After kicking in, he pretended that he 'knew it a long time ago', then turned his head and solemnly took the cheat sheet Gu Bei gave him and said some decent 'crazy words'.

As long as he scored.

The air above Wembley will be boiling for him, and Mourinho will overwhelm future generations because he became the coach of the Triple Crown in La Liga, transcending history, and he will always be remembered in Real Madrid as the first contributor to winning the Champions League Team history, moreover, he will undisputedly win a Golden Globe Award.

No one can take it away, no one can say he doesn't deserve it, and all gossip will die for now -- until his next loss.

Of course, all of this is actually not important. What is important is that, as Mourinho said, he will lead Real Madrid to defeat Barcelona led by the little Argentine.

To put it simply, he defeated the Argentine - still in front of Gu Bei.He will let Gu Bei know that he is not only the best in her heart, he is the best.

Cristiano knew everything, and the more he knew, the more ecstasy mixed with worry.

For many years, he was on the court, standing in front of the ball, restless, confused and even unable to figure out what he was thinking.

The moment he raised his foot, he knew that he had made a mistake. He tried desperately to save it, but when his toe was about to touch the ball, he suddenly realized that it was not the angle and strength of his foot that was wrong, but It was the moment when he thought he was wrong.

At that very moment, he suddenly paused, maybe only 0.1 seconds, but after that 0.1 seconds, he scored the last penalty kick of the game and ended the game.

In fact, maybe even if he misses the penalty today, no one will criticize him. He played 120 minutes, scored two goals, and played almost all of Real Madrid's games this season-he is good enough, but really too good. tired.

But there is no reason, he is Ronaldo, he has no choice but to win.

The whole world will not know his weakness, mistakes, and confusion at that moment, and the whole world will think that he is like a god descending from the earth, not moving without anger, and not winning unless he wins.

Only he himself knows how worried and fearful he was when the pressure suddenly hit him at that moment.

He knelt in the middle of the field after taking the penalty kick, and let the Real Madrid fans shout his name and praise his uniqueness, let the Barcelona fans silently watch and curse him for ruining another good story, and let his teammates cheer Running over and sprinting to overwhelm him, crushing each other like arhats, patting each other's backs or parts of their limbs in celebration.

He didn't seem to feel these things, as if he was isolated from the whole world in an instant.

All he could feel was his own fear and loss.

The whole world is cheering for the name Ronaldo, only he is condemning.

"Does Cristiano have something on his mind?" After the initial ecstasy subsided, Gu Bei suddenly felt some unknown hint and had some doubts, "Mr. Mendes, Cristiano..."

Mendez couldn't hear her at all, his cheeks were flushed with excitement, he laughed and high-fived or shook hands with everyone who reached out to him, sharing joy or enjoying the other's jealousy, Hatred and duplicity, forced laughter.

"The world's highest salary, my dear Mr. Chairman, do you feel your return?" Mendes rarely presumptuously said, "Cristiano, the winner of the new Golden Globe Award in January next year, an unprecedented great player, Mr President, if I sign two months later, you may have to fight Barcelona again at the negotiating table."

Florentino just laughed, "Then make Catalonia crazy, my dear Jorge, next season, maybe there will be a real treble, a real immortality, etc. with us."

"Of course! Of course! We will always be legends in Madrid." Mendes even uttered wild words.

"Of course, I also want to congratulate you, Dolores," Mendez finally remembered something, and turned to look at the ecstatic lady holding little Chris, "Sometimes I really envy you, you can To have such a wonderful child - if I am half as lucky as you, thank God. Of course, Cristiano is really lucky to have a mother like you, without you and he would not have achieved."

Maybe it was unwilling to let others down, or maybe it was just hoping for icing on the cake, Florentino deliberately put down someone who came to shake hands with him, walked around Mendez, walked up to Dolores and said with a smile: "Yes, ma'am , your son is the greatest player of this century, maybe not one of them.”

Dolores has experienced congratulations, praises, and flattery many times, whether sincere or false, but even if she has experienced it a hundred times, she still feels uncomfortable and embarrassed on the one hundred and first time. I don't know how to respond.

It's just that before she could only laugh and say that Cristiano is really good, but now she can look back at Gu Bei.

Gu Bei's lips moved, and finally temporarily suppressed his worries about Cristiano, and said to Florentino with a smile: "Maybe removing the 'maybe not' in your mouth will no longer be a kind of 'too much'." Humility equals arrogance' is the correct term."

The people in the box were stunned for a moment, and then burst into high-decibel laughter.

At this time, no one wants to know whether Cristiano really lost his aura for a moment just now. At this moment, they just need to add icing on the cake and know that they have a God on the court who can guide Real Madrid.

And only Cristiano is this God, and only he can play this God.

God cannot err, doubt, err or come close to erring, He can only go forward, He can only be strong and persevering.

He can't be a mortal at least for a second.

Gu Bei understands this principle well.

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"Change your clothes! You must at least put on your pants!" Cassie jumped onto a chair that was kicked into the middle of the road, commanding the whole team condescendingly, as serious as commanding them to set up a human wall.

The fake white-clothed angels who had faded their skin pretended to say yes sincerely, and then laughed and robbed each other of their clothes.

"For God's sake, the king is still coming to see you! Be quiet!" Mourinho kicked someone's dirty socks under the chair with a look of disgust, and picked up another dirty sock. Knowing whose shirt was thrown on Ramos, "I guess Her Royal Highness Princess of Spain doesn't want to see tattoos, my dear Sergio."

Ramos smiled and said nothing.

No one noticed that Cristiano was any different than usual—not that they didn't care about him, but that they did and thought that Cristiano was just too tired to be as active as he used to be.

In a confrontation of this level in the Champions League final, as long as 120 minutes, he was still flanked at any time as the top card. If Cristiano returned to the dressing room so tired that he didn't want to say a word, and he didn't bother to give a smile, that was completely acceptable.

Heroes are always treated preferentially, and heroes always have privileges.

But once or twice, maybe what a hero needs is not praise and flattery, but a hug and a soft 'you're right'.

The king walked in with his princess—fortunately, at this moment, the coaches and the players in the locker room were all decent gentlemen again.They grinned and tried their best to show a smile that wasn't too much, perfunctorily taking a photo with the king's request.

Yes, His Majesty the King is worthy of respect, but the protagonists of today's story are them, and no one can take even a second away