[football] this god

"I heard Mr. Mendes tell me, Cristiano," the Jazz found Cristiano after training the next day, "he said that you want to go to Barcelona to "play" during a break in the season-consider With the tight schedule of the Premier League, I am very glad that Mr. Mendes mentioned this matter in advance and discussed it with me.But I still turned him down.Do you know why? "

Cristiano shook his head holding the ball, but soon, he nodded again, "Is it because that consumes too much energy?"

This kind of speculation is very realistic, and it's not just the Jazz who make this kind of judgment-when he was in Real Madrid, all the coaches he experienced would do similar things.

"No." Jazz shook his head, "Moderate play will not cause bad effects. But, thanks to Mr. Mendes, he let me know why you want to go to Barcelona."

Cristiano thinks he should read 800 Million Ways to Die and give Mendes one of them - Cristiano recalls here, holding the ball like a depressed baby seal playing with it, like this Secretly condemn Mendez.

"That club means nothing to me," Cristiano stressed at the time.

"Maybe there is someone who means something to you." Sir said flatly, "Mr. Macy, is it him? You've heard about the attention he's attracted, haven't you?"

Cristiano did not discuss Messi with the Jazz at this stage in his "previous life" - not once, so he does not have any experience to prove the Jazz's view of Messi at this stage.It's just that, based on his understanding of the Jazz, he keenly sensed from this sentence that the Jazz didn't take his attention to Messi seriously.

"He's going to be my match, Jazz," Cristiano could of course deny, but he didn't like lying to Jazz. "I have to understand him if I'm going to beat him."

Jazz looked at Cristiano, he wasn't assessing whether Cristiano was lying - it was hard for him to say why, but he believed in the young man so much, almost unconditionally, from the first face-to-face conversation he.

This time too, he just looked at Cristiano and after a while he said, "Cristiano, do you know what you're doing?"

Cristiano nodded as a matter of course - of course he knows, this is his second life, he has enough experience to guide his every action, he knows how to deal with the most difficult situations in the dressing room, how to deal with the most difficult to deal with The coach also knows how to stabilize his emotions at the most critical moment, and of course he knows why he should pay attention to Messi.

That is the curse given to him by the devil and the danger given to him by God. He wants to defeat Messi, defeat God and the devil, and coerce them to turn the curse and danger into blessings for his achievements.

"What are you doing?" Sir asked quietly.

"I'm starting my conquest." Cristiano didn't like lying to Jazz, nor did he like to hide his ambitions and decisions in front of Jazz - a habit he had developed over the years.

Jazz laughed - Cristiano knew this smile, the smile Jazz always gave when he saw his boyish side.

Cristiano didn't understand, he didn't understand that this was worth the smile, he didn't ask because he was angry - he was angry very seriously!No kidding!

"Cristiano," said Jazz, who also realized that he had pissed off his little boy, and Jazz looked happier, "I'm not kidding you."

Cristiano gave a crumpled, very false smirk that disappeared in an instant.

"Cristiano, I appreciate your ambition—young people should always be ambitious, always have desires. But I don't think you need to pay too much attention to Mr. Messi."

The Jazz don't know what great things Messi will achieve.Cristiano thought so in his heart.

"Cristiano, you have your own path, what you should always pursue is to improve yourself and always learn from everyone - you should not limit yourself. Mr. Messi may be a good star, maybe he will grow into one in the future. Great player, but he's just an individual, he's not the world." Jazz said, "You have to learn from everyone - and you should really want to conquer. But you're not conquering one person, you're conquering the world .”

The Jazz didn't say anything more, he just patted Cristiano on the shoulder, then left the training ground to Cristiano and left.

Cristiano remembered that "before" Jazz said similar things to him, but "at that time" Cristiano couldn't listen to it at all-he was going through the most painful stage of his life, he returned from Zurich one after another, he Being clamped by Barcelona's heyday in Spain, he almost began to doubt himself and his fate.All this just made him more desperate to pursue confrontation, and any persuasion would not work on him.

Now this persuasion came again, and Cristiano began to waver.

On the one hand, he thinks he is right, the current Jazz does not understand what Messi means to him-Messi is the world in a sense, but on the other hand, his "once" is also telling him, The Jazz is right, he shouldn't be too paranoid about one person and one thing.

Persistence brings success, but paranoia spells destruction.

Cristiano casually unloaded the ball from the top of his head to his feet, and exchanged the ball with his feet, while trying to think about the Jazz's opinion-looking from a distance, the thin figure of the young man looked a little pitiful.

"Aren't you going to tell him something?" Of course the assistant coach knew that the Jazz had said something to him, but one could guess from Cristiano's appearance that Cristiano didn't quite understand what the Jazz said.

Feeling a little pitiful, the assistant urged Jazz, hoping that Jazz would treat his good boy better and not let him spend his precious practice time thinking about meaningless applied philosophy-maybe it wasn't even applied philosophy.

Jazz shook his head, "He has to figure it out for himself."

The assistant coach found it very difficult to understand, "He should focus and just think about how to play well-Jazz, I personally think that the outside world is a distraction to him. You know, we have seen countless young talents being dismissed. Selfish thoughts are destroyed."

"No," Sir shook his head again, "he's different, it's his way. You've got to let him go, even if it shakes him at first - but for the sake of the great future, you've got to be cruel and not love him .”

The assistant looked pitifully at the little boy sitting on the ball in frustration, holding his chin in one hand, and pulling his curly hair with the other in annoyance as if trying to straighten it—how could you meet such a "cruel" head coach? How to do it?

"Nevertheless," said Sir suddenly and slowly.

The assistant coach happily turned his head and waited for the next text. He obviously thought that the Jazz had figured it out and planned to reorganize the language to enlighten Cristiano.

"But do you think I should tell Cristiano that according to AF scientific research, it is proven that pulling hair can cause baldness?" Jazz asked for advice with a smile.

"What's that? AF?"

Jazz pointed to himself with a smile, "Alex Ferguson."

"..."

The assistant coach felt that the head coach's IQ was polluted by the Portuguese curly hair.

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