[football] this god

Cristiano hasn't been bothered by the philosophy of life for too long—he doesn't know about hair loss—in short, Mr. Ronaldo, who looks young but has an old core, after a night of similar "days are long" and "urgent" What's the rush, what are you", "Yes, I am", "Why should we consider the avenue of life", "I just want to be chic and comfortable, so you can fly", and the next day I was full of blood and revived the style. I went to train on a small bicycle similar to that used by old men.

Yes, Cristiano, who now lives near the training ground. The future Mr. Golden Ball. Ronaldo has recently become obsessed with small bicycles.

"A good day starts with exercise. Isn't it wonderful to ride a bicycle in the morning and feel the morning wind and fresh air? - Roy! I seized the time to warm up on the way to training! Why are you laughing at me!" Cristiano tried his best to Amway his own small bicycle, but even the unsmiling Keane showed a gentle but very "sarcastic" "smile".

If Keane hadn't shown all his great white teeth, it would have been a smile.

"I didn't, Cristiano, I just..." Keane tried to get serious—but with little success, "Actually, I'm impressed that you're trying so hard. It's very nice, really, I Simply... I am so touched by your spirit and will.”

Although Keane said a lot of words in one breath in a very unusual way, in order to comfort the Portuguese curly, it is obvious that this is of no use except to make his old buddies feel once again the partiality and unprincipled doting of the Manchester United captain. nothing.

As soon as Cristiano got angry that day, he ran away with a shake of his hand. In the training session that day, he wore different defenders four times as revenge for his big brothers-but none of these four had the courage to single out or gang up on the culprit. Keane is it.

Of course, no one dared to beat up the Jazz's sweetheart Cristiano for this reason.

——After all, the Jazz said so at the time: "Cristiano is doing a good job. There is no doubt that it is their fault to be pierced."

"Of course, no doubt, no doubt." Even Keane echoed Sir.

The Manchester United dressing room that day was also a harmonious and friendly group that respected the old and loved the young.

All in all, Cristiano pulled out his latest favorite, a burgundy hoodie and a pair of track pants for a small bike, and happily headed out — on his old man's bike.

At that time, he didn't know what shocking things were going to happen in his life.

As always, when Cristiano arrived at the training ground, except for the club staff who were doing daily preparations in twos and threes, only the Jazz were practicing around the training ground in the morning. The assistant coaches arrived at the end of the morning training, and it could take about half an hour. If there is time, they can even discuss the efficiency of the recent training sessions and the like—see, this is how Cristiano knows the Jazz.

Cristiano waved at the Jazz in the morning practice as a check-in. The Jazz gave the early bird a smile with great satisfaction, and motioned him to get ready.

But when Cristiano arrived in the locker room and was about to change, he suddenly saw something strange, and a moment of unbearable past came to his mind.

——I don’t know who put a freshly opened can of iced Coke on the table in the dressing room. There was still a thin layer of frost on the can, and the drink in the can was still making a slight squeak.

Cristiano took a peek while changing his socks - thinking that the only time he drank Coke in the Manchester United dressing room was caught by Giggs, and then he was thin and weak (?) Giggs, who had no power to fight back, was threatened viciously by the bullied and weak Giggs, and was almost beaten.

Forget the past.

Cristiano recalled like this, and then looked at Coke again.

You know, he is a pathetic boy who hasn't drunk carbonated drinks for more than ten or 20 years, and was sent back by his own flag when he just retired a few days ago and was able to eat and drink whatever he liked. I can’t eat what I like to eat, and I can’t drink what I like to drink.

If you don't drink, just take a look, can't you just take a look?

In theory, of course there is nothing wrong with it.

But Giggs, who walked into the locker room while chatting with a few teammates, didn't know what Cristiano's mental activities were. He only saw the new banner of Manchester United, the new stars of the Premier League, the future of world football and Xiao Guangming. He was in a daze when he heard the sinful, terrifying Ice Coke like a flood, as if he was about to jump over and have a drink.

It's like seeing a deadline with ten seconds left only to find that the Wi-Fi in the dorm is down, the psychopath has a bomb in front of him, and Hitler has a nuclear code button in his hand.

The world is about to collapse at this moment—of course, it’s just a metaphor.The world will not collapse, it is the fragile nerves of Mr Giggs.

Giggs immediately left behind a few old teammates who were still chatting, and rushed over with lightning speed to pick up the iced Coke with one hand, and grabbed Cristiano's chest with the other like a chicken. The neck dragged him into the toilet.

"This kind of thing doesn't deserve to appear in the Manchester United dressing room!" Giggs ignored the momentary abandonment of the conversation and flocked to the teammates who surrounded the toilet door to watch the excitement, glaring at Cristiano viciously, "This is the source of evil!"

Cristiano wants to explain something - like, why are you bullying me this time without even touching the Coke bottle? ? ?

But Giggs didn't want to hear it at all, his heart was filled with the pain of his own little prince being tempted by evil, so driven by this pain, he poured all the Coke into the toilet without hesitation, "You See? Cristiano, this stuff is only good for flushing toilets."

The crowd of onlookers fell silent, quietly experiencing the soul shock brought about by the huge indignation and the unreasonable slander of the century-old Coca-Cola Company.

This is what the Jazz saw when they entered the locker room-his good players gathered together like poor and bored youths on the street, watching the excitement in silence.

"What are you doing? Now that you have changed your equipment, why don't you go out and prepare for training?" Jazz growled.

The players scattered in an instant.

"What are you doing? Is it Manchester United's tradition to bully young people?"

When the others retreated, it was inevitable that Giggs, who was standing in the toilet and grabbing Cristiano, was exposed to the Jazz - in a way that no one would doubtless think he was about to punch Cristiano. A pose.

"Sir, Cristiano..." Giggs tried to explain.

But it was too late, because just before he had time to finish his sentence, Jazz noticed something with a sharp look that is not common in old people - Jazz narrowed his eyes, "Ryan," he suddenly Said to Giggs in an overly kind tone, "Tell me, my dear, is Manchester United a club that owes wages so that you have no money to buy water, or has no principles so that you can drink whatever you want?"

Giggs froze for a moment, and didn't realize what Jazz was going to say for a moment - but subconsciously, he shook his head.

"Great, tell me now, what are you holding in your hand? If I'm not mistaken, it seems to be the Coke I just put on the dressing room table, right?"

The author has something to say: enjoy the moment

by the way

Now that your group buys disability insurance for the league trophy, it shouldn’t be considered fraudulent.