legendary player [football]

The son's words "Dad, I was wrong", no matter how hard-hearted Zidane was, he forcibly chiseled a hole, which made his whole heart melt unstoppably.

The son is his own, or raised by himself since he was a child. It is not an ordinary raising, but a pampered one. Football is just a hobby. If he plays well, he plays well. If he can't play well, his father can win him a Champions League medal.

If she is not interested, he can open a restaurant and start a company, do what he likes, even if he does nothing, the family can support him.

But this spoiled child has grown up and has his own career, love and even a family.

But the old couple only wanted him to have a career, and didn't want him to be so anxious to have a family and children.

Zidane sighed, and patted his son on the back lightly: "Don't do this with me, if you know it's wrong, you can change it."

Leo's current strength is not something that his father can easily push away, he just leans on his father's shoulder and refuses to move half an inch: "It can't be changed, the children are two months old, look at them, they are very cute .”

"..." Zidane didn't want to look at it, he couldn't believe his two grandchildren who rushed in, this kind of behavior made him very angry, especially the two children were related to another person.

If the eldest of their family was a daughter, he would not be willing to marry Chris, the football fanatic, not to mention that he raised a son.

But this son has grown up and has a special idea in his heart. He has been in love for several years without telling the family, and now the child has already been born.

"Okay, okay, let's get down to business." Zidane finally pushed Leo away, and was a little bit reluctant, so he slapped his son heavily on the shoulder twice.

The father and son sat facing each other on both sides of the big desk, and Leo picked up a photo frame on the table, which was a group photo of a family of six at the seaside of Ibiza in a certain summer.He looked at the photo frame on the other side, it was a group photo of his father, grandparents, brothers and sisters.

Zidane is such a person who puts family and family above everything else, otherwise he would not have completed his career in a World Cup final in a puzzling way.

Leo grinned at his father with crooked eyebrows: "You can decide this matter, but I only have one request."

"How dare you ask for something!" Zidane was so angry when he saw him laughing heartlessly, wishing to beat him on the spot to relieve his anger.

The old father was really worried about his son's career: "Looking at your performance in the club this year after the World Cup, you are wasting your time at a good age, and in the end all four are empty."

"It's not that I think all four are empty, I have also worked hard, the team's performance, the operation of the club, and," he paused here, thinking of himself, he felt uncomfortable, so he lowered his voice, "Personnel appointments and dismissals It is not up to me to buy and sell players, so what can I do?"

"Excuses." Zidane reprimanded him mercilessly, "You are affected by the disturbances from the outside world, coupled with the aftermath of the World Cup, the team's performance cannot be improved, and your own level has also stagnated."

Leo just opened his mouth to try to defend himself, but his father didn't give him this chance, and continued to babble: "I think both Mourinho and Solskjaer are too used to you. You are at the core of your playing style and position, and there is not much pressure on you off the field. The team's performance is not good, and there is a brother from the national team beside you to share the pressure of public opinion."

"It's not what you said, as long as I'm happy."

"Are you happy?" Zidane glared at him. "Of course you are happy. No one can control you after running so far. You even have children. What else are you afraid of?"

"You feel invincible after winning the World Cup and the Golden Globe. I tell you that you still have a lot to learn. If you keep playing with the current attitude, you will not be able to make progress and breakthroughs."

"I don't spend my mind on improving my technical and tactical level, and I am always distracted by other things. If you still maintain your current state at Real Madrid, I will also put you on the bench."

"..."

Leo knew that his father was making use of the issue here, and he clearly scolded him for being free and undisciplined at Manchester United, but he was actually finding fault with him and Chris.

Leo knocked on the table: "I only have one request, give me enough money, and let Manchester United let me go willingly."

"That's natural, but when you leave Real Madrid, there are stipulations in the contract, and every subsequent transfer, as well as Real Madrid's repurchase, will have sharing and discounts, so the transfer fee must be lower than when you go to other clubs."

Leo thought about it, and this lower price is acceptable. In any case, compared with the price Manchester United got him from Granada, it has at least five times more. In recent years, he has also brought Manchester United back. He has won championships such as the League, Europa League and FA Cup, although it is always a pity that he failed to win the Champions League.

The father and son talked all afternoon about Leo's future development, including specific positions on the field, style of play, technical and tactical arrangements, and the characteristics of his teammates.

Although the old father had criticized his son severely just now, at this moment he was focused on paving the way for him.Knowing that he is the most comfortable playing in the French national team, the teammates around him cooperate tacitly and are at the same level, so I can't wait to buy the entire French team teammates for him.

The first thing I want to buy is Leo's good brother Pogba. This young man does have a bit of his youthful shadow when he plays football, even more like himself than his own son.

But he also knows that it is almost impossible to buy Pogba in this next transfer period. If you can't always catch a sheep and grab the wool, Manchester United will not even let Leo go if it is urgent, then it will be troublesome.

In turn, he came up with Kanter's idea, but Chelsea regarded the short midfielder as a treasure, and I'm afraid they would rather sell Hazard than Kanter.

"Don't always focus on buying French players. People will say that you are nepotism."

Zidane said: "I am a crony, so what, the team wants the championship, what other people say, does it matter?"

Leo nodded: "It doesn't matter."

At this time, someone knocked on the door of the study, and Luca poked his head in from the door: "We roasted a lot of meat, do you want to go down and eat some?"

"Go." After sitting in the study for two hours unknowingly, Leo immediately stood up as if on pins and needles, "I'm already hungry."

Before Zidane finished speaking, the voices of the two brothers talking and laughing came downstairs in an instant. He stood up and walked to the window again. The eldest brother and the second child happened to be chasing and running to the yard.

In any case, his son finally came back to him, and the two younger ones were born, and they will be educated behind closed doors. He doesn't believe that the Portuguese dare to rush into the house to rob him.

Yes, the Portuguese really dared to rob people, not only came by themselves, but also pushed a widened and enlarged baby carriage, and brought two little guys that Zidane couldn't afford to mess with.

As soon as they entered the yard, Jade and Elio looked around with big round eyes. This was their first visit to their grandparents' house. The strange environment made the two little cuties a little nervous and curious.

At this moment, Zidane and Veronica were busy in the kitchen. The baby son came back. The couple said that they wanted to cook and prepare a table of favorite food for him, but the chef became their helper.

Leo played football with his younger brothers on the small football field behind the house. When he heard the noise and ran over, he saw his father wearing an apron, holding a kitchen knife, and another man pushing a baby carriage at the gate. The scene of the two big bosses confronting each other.

"Fuck..." Luca leaned into Leo's ear with a bit of schadenfreude and said, "Tell me how much I can earn if I take this picture and sell it to the media."

Leo glanced over with frost-like eyes, and said in a dark voice: "Why don't you try?"

Luca stretched out his mobile phone halfway, and retracted it: "I have already thought about the title-"Why did the masters and apprentices draw their swords in the past, the grievances and hatreds between Zidane and Ronaldo that must be said"... ..."

Before he finished speaking, he was slapped aside by his brother. Leo strode forward and stood in front of his father calmly. He looked down at the two children, and then took his boyfriend's hand: " It's just in time, it's time to eat."

"..."

This is said as if their family is ready to entertain guests tonight.

Zidane glanced at the hands that Leo and Chris held tightly together, and he was angry, but he was not impulsive to the point where he needed to do it.

He just gave Chris a cold look, then turned and entered the room silently.

If it weren't for the unacceptable relationship between Chris and Leo, Zidane would have welcomed this former disciple whom he admired very much to visit his home.

But now, he wished he could use the harshest tone to make him leave his home and stay away from his son.

Chris had anticipated Zidane's attitude towards him before he came, so he didn't care much.

On the other hand, Veronica, after seeing the two children, relaxed her attitude towards him a lot, and even smiled and said "sit inside" before pushing the two children away.

It is conceivable how awkward this meal was. The head of the family at the dinner table did not say a word, and Leo pretended to be easy to talk about. Only Theo, a little fool with no other thoughts, could ignore his father's coldness. eyes, talking and laughing freely with idols.

Only when Leo extended the spoon to the chocolate cake made by his mother for the third time, the two of them, who had been fighting in secret all night, said in unison: "Don't eat it!"

Leo paused the hand holding the spoon, looked at his father, then at his boyfriend, and finally looked at the cake reluctantly, and finally put down the spoon.

He never expected that the two of them would reach a consensus on preventing him from eating the cake.

After dinner, Chris wanted to have a private chat with Zidane, but the former coach didn't give him this face, so he went straight upstairs.

Looking at the back of Zidane disappearing in the elevator, Chris whispered a joke in Leo's ear: "I even regret the transfer to Juventus."

Leo also smiled and bumped him with his arm: "It's too late, we are destined not to be teammates."

Chris tilted his head and looked at him: "It's not bad to be an opponent, beat you, and watch you cry."

Leo whispered: "I don't know who is crying when they lose."

As soon as Chris raised his hand, strangled his neck, gritted his teeth and smiled in his ear: "I'm defeated."

Leo grabbed his arm with both hands and twisted his waist, trying to throw him off, but the opponent also used his strength, and the two of them wrestled together before they could shake him off.

The two leaned together to fight and fight, and every detail from the beginning to the end fell into the eyes of Veronica who was standing not far behind them.

As a mother, it seemed that she hadn't seen her son so unrestrained and lively for several years. Perhaps, this was the life Leo wanted.

When he was about to leave, Leo remembered that he still had two children, and was sent to sleep in the room by the nanny during dinner.

He wanted to take the child out, but was stopped by Veronica: "They are all asleep, let them stay here tonight."

"But there's nothing at home..."

"Who said no, I was ready before you came back." Veronica glanced at her son, then at the silent person standing by, "Either you go or stay, Anyway, you don’t want to take the child away today.”

Mrs. Zidane said she was right, and after giving two choices, she turned and left.

Chris said, "How about..."

Leo rolled his eyes at him, raised his legs and walked out: "Go, the child is gone."

"..."

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