[football] walk side by side

The game ended with a score of 4-1.

If it weren't for Bayern midfielder Michael Ballack's goal to save Bayern's face in final stoppage time, Bayern might have been the biggest joke of the round - with Chelsea without their manager. Four goals were also poured by the crazy Chelsea!

It wasn't until the second round of Bayern's home court that the reorganized Bayern Munich finally regained its face as a giant in the Bundesliga. They also scored four goals for Chelsea as a counterattack. Unfortunately, this did not change the fate of Bayern being eliminated. In the end, they were still eliminated. Chelsea won with a total score of 6-5.

Before Christmas, Chelsea once again reached the semi-finals of the Champions League.

In terms of the league, Chelsea is also leading the way, entering the new year with a 5-point advantage.

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London is extremely cold in winter, and Cyril breathed out a breath of hot air, which hit the glass window and instantly stirred up a hazy mist.He wiped the dusty window with a rag, and closed the window with a bang before the howling cold wind came in.

He doesn't like to turn on the heating in winter. Although his body is cool, Cyril himself doesn't like the dull heat produced by the air conditioner. Fortunately, this bright room is warm enough, so there is no discomfort at all.

When I walked into the living room, I could smell a tangy aroma before I got close to the kitchen.Since Shen Wei came back, Cyril's recipes have returned to a purely Chinese style, and this time is no exception. Although it is Christmas, the food is based on the traditional Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

He didn't go to the kitchen - Cyril really wanted to do something, but Shen Wei was reluctant, saying that he thought Cyril was in the way, but in fact it was more like refusing to be deprived of the joy of cooking by him.

It has to be said that, as mother and son, Cyril and Shen Wei still have many common hobbies in many details of life. For example, in terms of housework, Cyril has always felt that when cleaning the room, his heart will also change. I have to gradually calm down, so I am quite happy with this kind of trivial housework that ordinary people find annoying. If it is not too busy with training on weekdays, maybe I will not hire a part-time worker and take up my sleeves to do it myself.

After wiping the window, he put the cleaned rag back in the distance, and sat back on the sofa in the living room.

The Christmas tree in the corner of the living room has already been decorated, and it is flashing with colorful colors at this time. The replay of the match between Chelsea and Bayern Munich is still playing on the TV opposite. Cyril studied it for a while with his chin propped up. The clock on the wall Pointing to 07:30 in the evening, he thought for a while, picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table, and started sending text messages.

Some are for friends and youth training coaches who are still in Porto, some are for Chelsea's current teammates and coaching staff, and even Kaka and Zhang Jike who are far away in foreign countries.

I didn’t choose to call directly, mainly because I was worried that I would disturb the other party——Christmas, when the family is sitting at the dining table and having a happy reunion, suddenly calling, it seems a bit abrupt no matter how you think about it. For texting.

Cyril didn't send a group message, he lowered his head, and sent the editors one by one, some got a reply soon, and some didn't... After finishing all this, there was only one person left in the address book on the phone .He stared at the "Chris" displayed on the lit screen, but he hesitated a little more.

I heard that since this year, Chris's family has moved directly to Manchester. At this moment, the family should be sitting together to celebrate Christmas, right?

He thought of the Christmas when the two of them were in Manchester last year. He couldn't tell what was in his heart at the moment. Thinking about the Champions League, I occasionally think about the future after the Champions League, what kind of clubs I will go to, and what kind of people I will meet.

As if in the blink of an eye, he stood in this bustling fog city, at a height that he had never imagined before, and made efforts and efforts for some even more incredible futures.

Before I knew it, it was already 2005.

He was still hesitating whether to make a call or something, but the cell phone, which was dimmed because no one was answering it, suddenly lit up, and the familiar name flashed in the call mode, as if urging him to press the button. Down.

Before he could react in his thoughts, he pressed the connection button first, and a relaxed and cheerful voice immediately rang on the other end of the phone: "Cyril, Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas, Chris."

The gentle and clear voice of the young man came slowly through the phone. It was an ordinary and ordinary conversation, but for some reason, Cristiano suddenly turned his head and glanced in the direction of the living room. He was standing on the balcony right now. , through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, he could still clearly see the figures of his mother and sister busying around with their heads down. He held his mobile phone, leaned against the railing and unconsciously leaned forward a little, as if this could offset the tension in his heart. An inexplicable feeling of guilt.

After simply saying the holiday greetings, maybe they didn't know what to say, the two of them fell silent like this, Cristiano racked his brains for a long time, and finally thought of a topic: "Ah, by the way, still I didn't have time to congratulate you for successfully reaching the semi-finals."

——A Champions League semi-final, what is there to congratulate?

Cyril stood at the window and laughed dumbfoundedly at the thousands of lights in the distance. Although they were in different cities, the frowning expression of the other party seemed to come to his eyes naturally, just like last Christmas, when the Red Devils midfielder faced A bag full of ingredients, with a confused and overwhelmed look on his face.

Can't bear to embarrass the other party so much, Cyril cleared his cough and took over the words: "Thank you, but if you really want to wish, let's talk about it after we win the Champions League-speaking of it, Christmas this year is okay ?"

Cristiano didn't answer this question directly, he just took a few steps back to shorten the distance between him and the living room, and then Cyril got a disguised answer, and various kinds of questions came intermittently from the phone. There are different kinds of voices - there are gentle and friendly female voices telling Cristiano that it is cold outside and to come in and sit down, there are half-drunk men talking nonsense in a daze, and there are also teasing voices from the young sister.

"I said, Chris, you look very suspicious now, have you hooked up with another hot girl-this smile is as sweet as the honey bread I ate yesterday morning..."

Then there is no more.

Because Cristiano closed the glass door with a bang, and once again isolated the noisy voice behind him, he calmly returned to the topic: "Listen, that's it."

Cyril snorted and laughed.

It’s not the habitual, shallow smile in the past, but a happy laugh. On the one hand, he is really happy for Chris. On a special day like Christmas, of course, you have to spend time with your family. It's good to be together lively. On the other hand, this kind of lively atmosphere is very interesting in itself.

Cristiano didn't understand why his friend suddenly laughed, and he didn't understand why. He suddenly became nervous and his mind was in a mess. For a while, he remembered his sister's joke, and for a while, he remembered the female model stalking him in the coffee shop that day. After a while, the clear and bright laughter of the person he likes lingers again. The ghost is a coincidence. He opened his mouth and said: "Cyril..."

Sometimes, "feeling" is really a wonderful thing.

Just like now, before the other party's words were half spoken, Cyril vaguely understood what he meant. He lowered his eyes, and the color in his eyes suddenly darkened a little: "Me? My side is also fine." His tone was relaxed , as usual, as if ignorant: "In October this year, my mother came back, and now we are spending Christmas together. Although it is not as lively as your house-but it is also very good."

The words were stuck in his throat before he could speak, and Cristiano was so depressed that he couldn't speak until another gust of night wind hit his face, bringing a biting chill, and then he woke up suddenly .

Ahhhhh! !He must be crazy to think of confessing at such a hellish time... The inexplicably depressed Cristiano thought to himself, this kind of thing is more sincere when it is done in person, right?Well, then the next time I see Cyril...just say it.

He thought to himself.

Although he may not even have to be a friend if he speaks out, but seeing more and more people approaching him and admiring him with various purposes in this way, he feels even more uncomfortable.

Not knowing that the other party has decided to make trouble in the next meeting, Cyril, who thought he had successfully changed the subject, was relieved, and was thinking about how to prevent the other party from changing the topic suddenly, when he heard Shen Wei's voice.

"Cyril? Dinner."

Cyril is not actually hungry, but he really misses Shen Wei's voice very much at this time, at least it managed to get him out of some embarrassment: "Mom is calling me, so we can talk later?"

Although he really wanted to drag the person to chat for a while, but he still let go of the phone unwillingly: "...Oh."

As the phone hung up, Cyril stared at the name on the phone screen and felt a sudden headache.

As early as when he first joined the national team, he vaguely understood Cristiano's feelings for him-but frankly speaking, he didn't really take it very seriously.

It's not that he doesn't like each other, but in Cyril's heart, in terms of feelings, Cristiano is a person who is difficult to describe with words like "responsibility" or "seriousness". It can be seen in the entertainment section of newspapers and periodicals.Cristiano's "heartbeat", in Cyril's view, is more like the unwillingness of a child who suddenly realizes that his best friend will be taken away by others.

He believes in his kindness and innocence, and also in his innocence and sincerity, but he is alone and doesn't believe in his feelings.