[Football] Son of God Raiders Manual

At this moment, I was keenly aware of the language loopholes in the system: "Except for this method? I don't want a method that I can get rid of now, and I just want to get rid of it someday in the future."

"Ding dong, the system's football master mode is running. This mode will stop running after the host's football career is over. At the same time, you can choose to mature and leave after meeting the system upgrade conditions four times."

The two breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. The pressure of the broken arm has been pressing on them, which made it difficult for these two young people with a bright future. Now they know that they don't need to have their arms broken, and they are really happy.

"There is still a way, Cris. We don't have to worry about this system for the rest of our lives, and we don't have to be subject to it all the time." Kaka showed a bright smile, while the Portuguese showed a solemn expression. "What's the matter Cris?"

"Football is over..." The Portuguese began to hate his long football career for the first time. "Did you know Kaka? The two of us have had a long football career. From now on, we have four or five World Cups left, and with this system, our careers may even be longer. .I’m not kidding Kaka. I was still the main force in the World Cup in 18, and that was 13 years later. At that time, I didn’t even help systematically.” After the system was separated, Kaka and Kaka could still write a book together, and the title was already thought of, "22 Years a Slave".

"But after all these years, don't we have a long future." Kaka showed a bright smile against the Portuguese's worries. "After our careers are over, I hope it's not the end of our lives, but a new beginning, okay? And isn't that what we study hard for?"

Yes, they are working hard for it.

"Okay...you're talking to me, Kaka." Rubbing his head, he was disgusted by the hair oil on his hand. "Ugh—I just said don't use so much hair oil for me! Hair gel is better than hair oil!" Kaka couldn't help laughing, and then held his hand, not at all disgusted with the hair oil in his hand .

"...Don't use this in the future." The Brazilian silently withdrew his hand, took out a tissue from his pocket, and shared it with the Portuguese.

The two looked for the trash can and threw the used tissue into it, then sat on the bench by the side of the road for a while, until Shevchenko arrived ten minutes later, and under the strange eyes of the Ukrainian The two sat in the back together and gave him an innocent smile together.

"Thank you Sheva, have you eaten yet?" He knew that his little friend came from his home, and he gave up his rest time with his wife to help him, which made Kaka feel really sorry—— Moreover, he and the two of them had consumed a lot of mental and physical energy because of the previous filming and the conversation just now. Now they are both hungry, and what they need most is to eat.

"Not yet, but Christine has made some American specialties, are you going to try them?"

"No, I can't." Kaka refused straight away, which is super rare for Brazilians who usually agree, but Shevchenko showed an expression of "I knew you would refuse", "Then I will send you there." where?"

"ini." "No problem." Shevchenko skillfully shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator, and his car flew out like an arrow off the string.

"Pizza?" He showed a questioning expression to Kaka, why didn't he know that Brazilians like to eat pizza?

The Brazilian showed a subtle unspeakable expression, and the Ukrainian driving in front laughed unconsciously, and then helped him say: "It's not because of Coach Ancelotti."

"Huh?" He showed an interested expression.

"On the day Kaka first came to Milan, coach Ancelotti said to him: Children, eat more meat. But you know, Kaka is too picky eater, he doesn't even like meat , Degan has the most say on this point. So recently Coach Ancelotti found a compromise method, that is ini."

"This pizzeria is very famous in Milan, they only serve one kind of pizza called Margherita, covered with rich mozzarella cheese (mozzarella), fresh tomato sauce and toppings such as anchovies... Barely It can also be regarded as a good product for building muscle.” The Brazilian showed an expression that he couldn’t bear to look directly at, “Fortunately, this pizza is better, so I became a regular customer of this and another pizza shop.”

"But you don't need to gain muscle now, do you?" Looking up and down the Brazilian's figure, he gave a pertinent evaluation. In the shooting just now, even with a loose hollow sweater, the Brazilian's good figure is still Being able to peek through those not-so-obvious holes made him so alluring.

"Need it." The expression on Kaka's face became even more subtle at this time. "Coach Ancelotti...he wants me to at least be able to confront a player like Gattuso head-on."

Just stunned.

Gattuso?The one who can confront the midfield sweeper head-on must be another player of the tank level, right?

Kaka?

He couldn't imagine.

And if you want to fight against Gattuso... Indeed, the Brazilian's stature is still not enough.

After his car parked outside the pizzeria in Milan, which is famous for its capriciousness of "selling only one flavor of pizza", looking at the crowds inside, Shevchenko and Kaka looked at each other seriously He glanced at it, then turned his gaze to her.

"Cris, can you go buy it..."

"Huh?" The Portuguese didn't realize what was going on, "What's the matter, are there too many people?"

"There are indeed a lot of people, and that's why Sheva and I can't get out of the car..." Kaka sighed. "Do you know Cris? The last time Sheva and I came to buy pizza, but after I went down and came up again, they almost took our car away. The last time I came, I changed to Sheva to buy pizza, and it turned out..."

"result?"

"...They really lifted the car." Kaka didn't want to say anything, although it was their fault the two times, the last time it was their league championship, and the last time they came together Just when Milan won the Champions League, he was hungry and needed to replenish his energy just after the game, but after meeting crazy fans...

Goodness behold, that was a painful memory, and they haven't had pizza together since then, it's always been takeaway.

"Okay, I'll go." Looking at the eager eyes of these two people, he could only raise his hand in surrender to indicate that he would buy it. After receiving the hat and sunglasses kindly provided by Shevchenko, the Portuguese got off the car neatly.

Everything went smoothly during the queuing process, and this success only ended at the moment when he subconsciously raised his head and tilted the hat on his head.

"ronaldo?!" With a scream, the Portuguese immediately knew something was wrong, and when he saw the eyes around him and the faintly agitated customers, he suddenly had a migraine...

At the corner of the street, Kaka and Shevchenko parked the car there and chatted with each other very easily. Shevchenko skillfully took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to him jokingly. Kaka: "Have a bite?"

"Stop making trouble with Sheva." Kaka showed a helpless smile. There are not a few of his Milan teammates who smoke, only a few smoke more seriously. Sheva is considered good. The real smoker is Nesta. , he may have to smoke half a pack of cigarettes a day. "Aren't you not addicted to cigarettes? Why did you suddenly start smoking?"

"I'm not addicted to cigarettes, but sometimes I need cigarettes to help me calm my mind." Shevchenko, who has become accustomed to the rejection of his teammates, lit the cigarette in his hand. He didn't smoke, but just opened the window and put A hand with a cigarette stuck out of the window. "Just light it up and watch it burn...you know, Jordan is still young, and Kristen has some postpartum depression, and I can't do things that are harmful to her and the baby, let alone smoking." Jordan is The son of Shevchenko and Christine, he was born on the eve of his father winning the title of World Footballer of the Year. At the awards ceremony, the Ukrainians directly called his lovely son "the best God sent him." Gift".

"So, why is your head so hot?" Kaka asked jokingly, but he never expected that his teammates turned their heads and stared at him with those murderous eyes on the court. with him.

"Because of you, Kaka."

"...cosa?" (Italian for exclamation, what?! Equivalent to "what")

The Brazilian was dumbfounded.

After going through all kinds of hardships and breaking out of the pizzeria, he took a deep breath and almost ran to get into the car. After closing the car door, he wiped the sweat from his head: "Phew... the Italian fans are too. It's pretty hard work... Fortunately, the glasses and hats are still there, I don't have to pay you Shevchenko, and what's more, pizza... What's wrong with you two?"

The Portuguese was keenly aware that something was wrong with the atmosphere. He looked at Shevchenko in front of him, then at Kaka who was silent beside him, and raised his eyebrows: "What happened while I was away?"

"Ronaldo, do you have time to have a conversation with me? It's only a few minutes." "Sheva..." "Don't interrupt Kaka, I'm talking to Ronaldo."

Shevchenko showed what could be called a stern expression. "is that OK?"

"……No."