Pirated Ronaldo

Chapter 2 For Baked Cod Dreams!

Although Portugal is only a small country in Western Europe with a population of 1000 million, football is a very popular sport, and there are thousands of football clubs in the country.

Elvas is a Portuguese team in the third division, which is semi-amateur in nature. There are about 170 teams in the four levels of Portuguese Super League, Portuguese First Division, Portuguese Second Division and Portuguese Third Division. The main body of the Portuguese domestic league is the rest. A large number of amateur teams participate in regional leagues.

Of course, strictly speaking, the Portuguese League C is similar to the regional leagues. The country is divided into 8 divisions, and teams from neighboring regions basically compete together.

The Portalegre district where Elvas is located is sparsely populated with a population of only 12. Elvas has a population of nearly [-]. It is considered a big town. The Elvas football team is the most powerful in Portalegre. It's a team that can't be compared with the team in the neighboring Portuguese capital Lisbon.

The "enemy" Lorinyan team that coach Ferrer said in his mouth is a Portuguese team in Lisbon.

Now, a group of people in Elvas are worried about their inability to fight against the mighty Lorinyan.

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"What did you say? You want to play football...and be a striker?"

In the head coach's office, Ricardo Ferrer heard Ronando's self-recommendation, stared at the confident Ronando in surprise, and smiled wryly: "Son, although we are just an amateur team , but not everyone can be a player. Have you played football before?"

Ronando puffed up his chest and said, "Mr. Ferrer, I played in Funchal!... Well, I am a striker! I think the team needs a striker right now!"

Marco Luva, the team leader next to him, interjected: "Ricciardo, this guy's name is Ronaldo... Maybe he can really play as a striker?"

Ricardo Ferrer thought for a moment, then nodded without hesitation.

"Well then, let you try, maybe this name can really bring us some luck. Haha, Marco, you said that if the Lorinyan people know that we have an extra Ronaldo in our team, they will how to think?"

After getting the consent of the old coach Ferrer, Ronando got his wish and put on the jersey of Elvas. His status is "non-staff". Training.

In fact, most of the players in Elvas are part-time amateurs. They usually have their own jobs and only come to the team during training and games.

The Elvas football club is very poor, with almost no income, and they rely on the sponsorship of the locals to support them. They can’t afford to support a whole team of players. Everyone comes to play because of interest. There is no wages and only meager "subsidies".

Such a poor club, of course, cannot have a full-time chef. Ronando's original identity was just a "temporary worker". Euro income, on average, can get about 30 euros a month.

Is Ronando having a hard time?

In fact, ordinary players in Elvas can only get a subsidy of 4000 to 5000 euros for a season, which is equivalent to a slightly higher minimum wage in Portugal.

The reason is that Portugal is considered a poor country among Western European countries. It is difficult for young people in most underdeveloped areas to find a job. Having a job with a monthly income of 400-500 euros is enough to make friends around you envious!

Ronaldo is an orphan from Funchal, Madeira Islands, which belongs to Portugal. As a 17-year-old boy, he can grab the "fat job" of the team chef, on the one hand because the roasted cod he cooks is very delicious. It's delicious, but on the other hand, the locals see him as an orphan and don't want to watch him starve to death...

In other words, Ronando feels very "ashamed" of his identity!
wow cool!I should be a big star with an annual salary of tens of millions and an astronomical endorsement income!Why is it so pitiful that if you want to eat a cod, you have to wait for the team to eat free food?

I want to score!Score enough goals!Let those big clubs value me, and I can make money and eat cod!

After understanding his current situation, Ronando has unwillingly thrown away his fantasies about "tickets" and "sisters". His highest ambition now is to live a life where he can eat delicious grilled cod every day.

For this goal, he must be able to score goals...

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On the training ground in Elvas, Ronando was wearing a wine red jersey without a number, covered with a blue vest that symbolizes a substitute, looking very energetic.

"Look, Ronaldo runs really fast! This guy, usually quiet, did not expect to have such a good athletic talent!"

"Based on this hand, can it be called a fast horse?"

"My God! What's the time in the 10 meters?...7 seconds [-]! An astonishing result, he is faster than the national team striker Sa Pinto!"

"A cook who can run, oh! The world is crazy!"

Ronando's face was filled with a happy smile!
This body is the real Ronaldo's, right?It must be, 10 seconds 7!As a "Ronaldo control", Ronaldo's speed, strength and kick speed are his three major killers. Of course, Ronaldo is very clear about his super strong physical fitness!
The old Ferrer, the head coach, nodded with satisfaction and shouted: "Gomis! Demonstrate a 25-meter round-trip run with the ball and the pole!"

Ronaldo scratched his head a bit. He and Ferrer boasted that he had played as a striker in Funchal. Of course it was bragging. In fact, he only played randomly on the middle school playground. Ronando is very sure of his flexible foot movements when running on the court, and his skills are completely scum!

Sure enough, after midfielder Angelo Gomis demonstrated, it was Ronaldo's turn.

"Hmm!" Ronando coughed pretending to be calm, his little heart was pounding a little, and his palms were sweating.

Sure enough, very bad!
Ronando's rough footwork can be seen at a glance!
In order to prevent the ball from being knocked into the air, Ronando had to slow down his dribbling speed again and again, which was almost as slow as a snail. It was like holding up a sign and shouting: "Look, I'm a beginner! I don't understand football……"

The completely different contrast before and after made everyone speechless.

However, despite being shocked, everyone nodded in recognition of this sad fact.

Just imagine, a Portuguese teenager, even if Ronando is a resident of Madeira, if he has a strong physique and decent ball skills, why would a child wander to Elvas alone to play for a small team? Temporary chef?He should have been robbed by some team long ago!

The team leader Marco Luva was disappointed: "Ricciardo, I take my words back, not every Ronaldo can play, he may not be able to help us."

The head coach Ferrer Sr. was noncommittal: "But what if we use him to contain the Lorinian defense?...Let's look at his performance in the game. Marco, we will give this poor man more Give the kid a chance..."

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Ronando stood blushing in the bench line, next to the diminutive Angelo Gomis.

"Hey! Gomis, when the game is over, just pass the ball over my head...is it called a group confrontation?"

"Ronaldo, have you really played football in your hometown? Didn't you play in the street?" Angelo Gomis curled his lips dissatisfied, and whispered: "Your actions just now are so amateurish! "

A little embarrassed, Ronando lowered his head and stomped hard on the lawn with his professional football shoes.

"Gomis... This is the first time I wear this kind of shoes. Maybe the sole is too hard and I haven't adapted to it yet. It will definitely be fine when I compete!"

"Well, I know your family is very poor... I only had one pair of football boots when I was a kid. Well, I will definitely pass the ball to you... if I can." Angelo Gomis no longer dwells on this embarrassing question .

Ronando nodded vigorously and said seriously, "Thank you, Gomis."

In other words, Ronando still has some confidence. Before he went to head coach Ricardo Ferrer, he tried the "three-second God".

That's a super cool feeling!

The whole person seemed to be able to fly with open arms. If a ball appeared in front of Ronando at that time, he believed that he would be able to shoot the ball in the direction he wanted it to go!

The only regret is that the time is too short, the feeling fades within two breaths, it is almost the time to stop the ball and shoot...

"I can definitely shoot! I have the 'three-second god' skill, which can't be used to dribble, but I can always shoot, right?"

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The old Ferrer signaled the assistant coach to act as a referee, and the confrontation training began.

Ronando plays the right winger, and behind him is his "friend" right forward Angelo Gomis.

On the court, the strength of the main team is obviously higher than that of the substitute team, and they quickly flatten the defensive formation of the substitute team.

Team captain No. 6 Vierna, who served as the defensive midfielder of the main team, was tall. He waved his arms and shouted: "Go up! Go up! The back is safe, they have no chance to score!"

Hearing Villena's yell, the main team became more imposing. Two full-backs assisted near the center line, and the full-backs rushed forward to act as wingers. Only captain Villena and two central defenders were left in their backcourt. And the main team goalkeeper Zaragorio.

Ronando was in a hurry. He didn't have the ability to run with the ball and had to wait for his teammates to pass the ball, but the substitute team's midfielder couldn't attack. He was just a display in the frontcourt and could only foolishly circle around the main team's penalty area.

After a while, Jonathan, No. 19 forward of the substitute team shouted: "Ronaldo, don't sway in front, go back to the midfield! Take the ball forward and find a way to pass it to me!"

Ronando was stunned for a moment, feeling uneasy for a while, isn't this what pot is not opened and which pot is not to be lifted?

"Bastard! Why do you let me go to the midfield and you stay in the front?"

"Hey!...Who told me to be a temporary worker, a rookie, and a regular player?...Forget it, this time I will bear it!"

Ronando could only complain in his heart, bit the bullet and ran towards the midfield.

Just as Ronaldo was starting, in the substitutes' half, Angelo Gomis received a pass from his teammate.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Angelo Gomis smashed the ball with two consecutive feet, avoided the interference of the players of the main team, looked up for a look, and then kicked the ball out with a big foot!

"Ronaldo! Catch the ball!"

　A new story begins!This is a story about a fake Ronaldo, but also a different peak Ronaldo. I hope you like it!
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