[football] this god

[Previous episode 2] [Leo's perspective]

Leo originally wanted to take advantage of the good atmosphere at the time to add a WhatsApp friend to Ronaldo - just like Neymar did when he met Ronaldo for the first time in Zurich many years ago. He thought it was very simple. It took Marr only 5 minutes to reach Ronaldo's mobile phone number and WhatsApp account number.

But until Mendes came to take Ronaldo to socialize with FIFA officials, Leo didn't open his mouth to say this.

Leo got up a little disappointed and took Mateo's hand to join his team, but Mateo tugged his hand but didn't move his feet, "Dad, Mr. Ronaldo is a good man."

Leo was a little surprised, he thought for a while, "Is this a good card, Mr. Mateo?"

Mateo shook his head seriously, not caring about his father borrowing his words, "No, Dad, I'm serious - he is different from what grandpa said."

Leo seemed to smile, and seemed to just twitch the corner of his mouth meaninglessly. He looked up at his father in the distance, and asked after a while: "So what did grandpa tell you? How did he evaluate Ronaldo? "

"Grandpa said he cheated - but Dad, what is cheating? Grandpa just said it was a very bad thing." Mateo asked Leo with curious eyes blinking.

Leo didn't even know whether he should be surprised by this sentence-on the one hand, he knew that his father hated Ronaldo, but on the other hand, he never knew that his father hated Ronaldo to this extent.

After all, he believes that the word deception is the greatest curse and humiliation to Ronaldo.

"Honey, cheating... Never use this word to describe a person lightly - no one in competitive sports can cheat, because competitive sports cannot be rehearsed or faked. Competitive sports have temporary luck and chance, but there is no ten. It is a fluke every year. So if there is a person who can be the most powerful contender for the number one in the world for more than ten years, then he is absolutely impossible to deceive the world." Leo squatted down again, and said softly to Mateo, "Ma Theo, your grandpa loves me, so he hates my competitor, but love and hate blinded him - Ronaldo is by no means a cheater. If he cheats, then what am I? Then I am a cheater Am I such an idiot that I've been competing with someone for ten years and spent the best ten years of my life fighting him? Mateo, am I such an idiot?"

Mateo seemed taken aback by his father's underlying emotion, and he shook his head blankly.

"Dad... don't be angry, I won't say that again." Mateo stretched out his chubby little hand to touch Leo's face.

Leo shook his head, "I'm not angry, my dear, I just... just want to tell you that we should respect everyone equally—especially our opponents. Because opponents and friends have proved who we are People. The people I've been close to, the people I've hated, they all add up to make up my whole life, do you understand?"

Small children always have special attention, so Mateo asked a question that surprised Leo again.

"Dad, you have never been close to Ronaldo, so do you hate him?" Mateo asked curiously, "Because he is also a part of your life-since you have never been close to him, do you hate him?"

He shouldn't be answering this question in Zurich, but there seems to be a wall in Leo's heart that was shattered by Ronaldo just now, and he is now eager to talk.

"I hate him, of course I hated him." Leo's voice was a little hasty, and it even became slightly sharper.

Leo seemed to hear someone gasp. He didn't know if it was Mateo, but he didn't pay attention to it.

They could have been distant enemies, like two stars at the two ends of the Milky Way, not getting close or colliding, but just looking at each other from a distance and just greeting each other.But Ronaldo's move to Real Madrid broke that - they made life unsatisfactory for both of them.

"Why? Dad, you said you have no enemies." Mateo asked suspiciously.

"He's not my enemy because I don't hate him for anything wrong—he didn't do anything wrong," Leo said, "and I don't hate him now."

"Why?" Mateo tilted his head and looked at Leo - he is now at the age where he likes to ask why, and he has to ask everything he encounters, "If he did nothing wrong, why did you To hate him? If he did nothing wrong, it must be because you did wrong that you hate him."

Mateo looked at his father disapprovingly, "Dad, you should apologize to him."

Leo thought about it, and tried his best to reject the idea of ​​"apology", "But I think he probably hated me too, and it wasn't because I did anything wrong - it was just complaining, questioning. We just Don’t understand why we’re the same generation as the opposing team, we both lose a lot of aura because of that.”

"Then why don't you hate him now?"

This time, Leo thought for a little longer.

"Because I started to think that it's okay," Leo's voice became calm again, and he said, "No one's life is [-]% perfect, and it's normal for a little "bad" thing to happen, so... I guess that's okay. "

Even without Ronaldo, there will be other unsatisfactory things happening in Leo's life-in fact, it is precisely because of Ronaldo that he can get rid of those more trivial "unsatisfactory" and he can use it. "I want to think about how to win the next Golden Globe" to refuse other troubles that other people put on him.

Ronaldo made his life both troubled and simple.

"So, Dad, you don't like Mr. Ronaldo, do you?" Mateo asked, "You just said he was 'bad'. "

Leo began to wonder if he had a genetic mutation—every son in this family, from his father to him, liked to ask questions, why was he the only one who hated talking?Or does this count as atavistic inheritance?

"Uh..." Leo hesitated, "I don't dislike him, it's just a rhetorical device to explain why I "hate" him. "

"That's liking." Mateo said categorically - he was still too young, in his world, it was either black or white, apart from deep love or hatred.He still can't understand that the world of adults is not like this, "So you all like each other?"

In the world of adults, besides black and white, there are also ambiguous grays, besides love and hate, there are encounters, strangers, respect and estrangement.

"Why do you say 'like each other'? Leo gave up on explaining to his son, he changed the subject on purpose and maliciously, trying to make Mateo forget the question.

"You guys were having a good time," Matteo was referring to the conversation Leo had with Ronaldo just now, "and he also said he didn't hate you, so I said you both like each other - am I right, Dad? I'm sure That's right."

Mateo seems very proud of his reasoning, because he feels that there is no logical deviation in this passage.

Leo was also in a daze. For a moment, he really felt that what his son said was not wrong.But fortunately, Leo quickly recovered his judgment, "Mateo, it's weird for you to say that-but okay, I also admit that I really don't hate him. I think... I think if If you have to say that, maybe you can. But in short, we don't hate each other."

Mateo nodded in satisfaction, "Then what do you think of him?"

Another difficult question to answer.

Leo felt a headache, "Well...officially, he's an opponent I respect. Unofficially, I think he's quite an interesting guy—well, honey, no more questions , we have to join the others."

Mateo, who seemed barely satisfied with the interactive encyclopedia game this time around, nodded and gave Leo his hand, allowing his father to lead him to the others.

Leo stood up helplessly.

"Uh……"

Unexpectedly, when Leo stood up, he found that Ronaldo was standing behind Mateo with his mobile phone-he was obviously too focused on this interactive question and answer just now, so he didn't see Ronaldo standing there.

Ronaldo saw that he saw himself, and quickly raised his mobile phone, "Hey, don't get me wrong, I really didn't mean to eavesdrop, I just suddenly remembered that we haven't exchanged mobile phone numbers and WhatsApp account numbers-I mean , I started calling you Leo, but I don’t have your mobile phone number, which doesn’t conform to social principles.”

Leo didn't know how much Ronaldo had heard, and he didn't know how to ask, so he could only avoid talking about it and just handed over his personal information.

Ronaldo got the number, promised contentedly that he would go back and befriend him, and walked off.

After 1 minute, Ronaldo fulfilled his promise.

[Ronaldo, who is deceitful, applies to be your friend]

Leo froze for a moment, then laughed.

- Cristiano quickly received a response.

[Stupid Messi has added you to the address book]

Cristiano put away his phone with a smile and continued chatting with Mendes.