[football] this god

If it hadn't been for the sudden heavy rain in Zurich, Harvey might have boarded the plane home peacefully, without having to sit in the small bar downstairs of the hotel next to the airport while waiting for the airport to allow takeoff, while being scolded and watching Sitting on the other side of the bar, Ronaldo, who was also trapped in the hotel, posed for a fancy photo with his new trophy.

Harvey wanted to throw his glass in Ronaldo's face, so that he would stop asking Casey and the team staff such stupid questions as "which angle looks good in the photo"-but no, Ronaldo and Leo are an agent people, and Leo would not allow him to openly embarrass his "fellow" in front of him.

Harvey was devastated.

Of course, the saddest part about Harvey is that Barcelona has him and Leo in the top three, but in the end the huge advantage was still taken by Real Madrid, a mentally handicapped club-he didn’t mean that Ronaldo didn’t deserve it, he just didn’t I understand that Ronaldo has won two Ballon d'Ors because of Manchester United, why can't he continue to stay at Manchester United in a down-to-earth manner, retire honorably after [-] or [-] years, and become a Manchester United star, why should he go to Real Madrid with a huge advantage.

But in fact Harvey's saddest is not this.

His grief today is an Amazon river—a long, long history.

——Considering the astonishing achievements of defending the Champions League, a considerable part of the awards this year are related to Manchester United. Naturally, Manchester United came to participate in the awards ceremony.

One of them, the scene of Mr. Ferdinand holding Cristiano's hand and refusing to let go, can be called the most tear-jerking scene this year-if you add Mr. Gerrard of Liverpool, who is watching coldly and unmoved, then you can Selected for this year's best watch award.

"Are you okay in Real Madrid?" Mr. Ferdinand carefully observed Cassie next to Cristiano, "I heard that someone wants someone else to go at the end of the line to replace you?"

Cassie seemed to think that Ferdinand was provocative, but of course Cassie would not say it—after all, he was the appointed holy father of Mr. Messi.

Of course Cristiano said he was fine, but Ferdinand sighed and seemed to think that Cristiano would be better at Manchester United-to be honest, Harvey thought so too.

Harvey was still a smiling theatergoer at this time, but a happy beginning does not mean a perfect ending.

Although in the group interview before the awards ceremony, because of Harvey's presence, neither Cristiano nor Leo did anything strange or said anything strange, but Harvey was doomed in the following awards ceremony.

Despite knowing for a long time that the award was a foregone conclusion, regardless of what others think, Cristiano has always felt that all this is unreal.

He kept feeling as if it was all going to go away: the Champions League he won for Manchester United, the trophies he was about to get, it seemed like it was all fake, until he saw that his name was actually written on that piece of paper, until he Walked up on stage and literally held the trophy in your hand.

He thought he was going to cry—it all seemed like a real, fresh start, after all.

But in fact, Cristiano just grinned at the audience.

Leo sat watching from the audience with a polite and gentle smile. No one knew what he was thinking—maybe even many people would praise him as a decent and dignified young man after today, but if Leo knew With these words, he would mock their stupidity in his heart.

Leo just made himself look presentable.

Leo thought that he would not mind what happened. After all, he told himself many times that Ronaldo got all this is a fair result. He got this because he worked hard enough and knew how to work hard- —It’s like a game player. Two players may have the same starting point, recharge amount, and effort, but one of them may have some flaws in a certain link, so it’s normal for him to lose the game when facing each other of.

He would tell himself that as long as you are good at observing Ronaldo's strategy, learning from it, and perfecting your own strategy, then as long as you keep working hard, you will eventually win the next match.

Leo thought he was at peace.

But that doesn't seem to be the case in practice.

Leo was disappointed in himself, he was jealous of Ronaldo - it wasn't hate or disgust, but it all had an effect on him.

"Thank you, thank you to everyone who has continued to support me and help me throughout the year - my family, friends, coaches, teammates, everyone on the team. I wouldn't have gotten this without your help."

Leo still kept his smile, even though he longed for the trophy so much in his heart——Leo seldom longed for anything, because he had always been able to get everything since he was a child, even if he was found to have developmental hormone deficiency, the most dangerous thing. Moment, and finally it is still clear.Leo doesn't think his life is very difficult, in fact he has always considered himself lucky.

After all, seriously, every footballer who can walk to this house in Zurich has no right to call himself unlucky.

Leo seldom failed, rarely didn't get something, so he never had a desire—until now, he began to really desire.

"Are you okay, Leo?" Harvey asked quietly as he sat next to Leo, feeling something was wrong.Leo nodded at him with a smile, but said nothing.

Harvey seemed to have something to say, but after thinking about it, he finally didn't speak—the timing was wrong, and there were dozens or dozens of cameras in the room waiting to see them make mistakes.

"I'm really lucky, because my hard work has paid off - I feel that every ounce of my hard work has been rewarded equally. I feel that everything is just right," Cristiano seemed not to feel the undercurrent in the audience Surging, he just continued his speech, "If I got a little more, I would feel too lucky, and I would feel uneasy about it, because all the good luck in this world is not without conditions-luck also requires It pays. And if I get any less, I feel it's unfair, and I'm disappointed, frustrated, even angry."

"But fate never treats anyone harshly. If you are angry, disappointed, or depressed, you will fail the test of fate and will be truly abandoned by fate. If fate treats me unfairly, then it is as if it will ask for excessive charity. The reward is the same, and it will always reward me generously later. As long as you don’t give up, as long as you are calm, fate will love you one day——I have always believed in this, and I hope to share my belief with everyone.”

"Never, never become anxious, painful, irritable because of desire for something-never." - this is what Cristiano wants to tell Leo, but it is also what he most wants to tell "myself" in 2009 "of.

There were whispers in the audience, they didn't know why Ronaldo said such things at this time.

"Anyway, thank you all for your support," Cristiano continued. "I love you all."

Leo sighed inwardly.

In fact, Ronaldo is a very strange person, Leo thought so-he used to think that people like them were somewhat socially weak or socially neglected.He thought that people like them didn't have to care about this kind of language victory, or such trivial things as "being able to speak", but in fact, Ronaldo cared a lot.

And Ronaldo's care always makes people feel good.

Without anyone telling him, Leo knew that Ronaldo was trying to convince him with his speech - Leo could hear that Ronaldo was actually saying these words to him.But Ronaldo chose to say it in the form of a public speech instead of speaking to him alone-because Ronaldo also knew that if he said this to Leo alone, then Leo would think it was a kindness of charity or cheap comfort.

Leo sighed again inwardly, but then he laughed again.

"Harvey." Leo suddenly turned his head to look at Harvey—Harvey was puzzled, and agreed vaguely. He didn't know what Leo was up to.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking..." Leo didn't seem to know what to say when he said this, he just smiled, "I should also thank those who love me, you have actually been helping me, but I never realized how valuable that was—no, maybe I did, but I always thought I just had to remember and not tell. But it’s better to talk about it, isn’t it?”— Leo didn't know why he wanted to tell Harvey. He actually just wanted to tell Ronaldo that he knew his intentions, but he probably wanted to say it too much, so he couldn't restrain himself and said it directly to Harvey.

Harvey froze for a moment.

The next second, Harvey didn't remember where he was at all. He threw his arms around Leo's neck and kissed him twice.

- It's all Ronaldo's fault.

Xavi looked shyly at Iniesta, who was still staring at him and complaining about his uncivilized behavior, "Yes, I'm sorry, Andres, you don't know, because Leo, Leo was too, too It touched me, I, I really... just, you know... Leo, you also say something—it's not my fault!"

Leo looked on with a smile, "Andres, but I didn't do anything wrong, I just wanted to thank you."

Iniesta insulted Harvey like a storm, vowing to let Puyol beat Harvey violently - Harvey dared to embarrass Leo and Barcelona on such an occasion!

Cristiano in the distance stopped showing the trophy, glanced at Harvey who was scolded violently, and pouted, obviously very disdainful of Harvey's unpromising energy.

Harvey saw it - Harvey didn't dare to mess with Leo, didn't dare to mess with Iniesta, but he was not afraid of Ronaldo.

"Leo, it's okay, don't worry, we will return to the league and beat Real Madrid 9-1 in the next round, they will know how good we are. We will blow them up and let them hit the wall out of shame and anger." Harvey The voice was quite loud-although no one mentioned the topic before that.

Cristiano snorted, stopped Cassie, who was looking displeased, and wanted to discuss "the relationship between the harmony of the national team and the competition in the league" with Harvey, and quietly said something to the bartender who was wiping glasses behind the bar.

after awhile.

The bartender brought a glass of cocktail and came to Harvey with an obviously suppressed smile, "Sir, Mr. Aveiro invites you to drink."

Harvey thought for a while before he remembered who Aveiro was—he looked at Ronaldo, who was sitting at the far end triumphantly, in doubt, and had to worry whether the other party had put croton in the drink.

"What kind of wine is this?" Harvey asked warily.

"Harvey hitting the wall [1]."

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