[football] this god

"You know everything about Rooney?"

The day before Christmas, Mendes visited Cristiano's home, mainly to ask about his recent life, and mentioned Rooney by the way-seriously, Cristiano didn't even know how he knew Rooney things.

"So how do you know? Jorge, you probably bugged me, right?" Cristiano made a small joke.

Mendes looked at him like he was crazy, "There is someone on that bus with a bigger mouth than you imagined—well, don't think too much about Rooney, do your own thing and threaten anyone It’s not your place.”—Obviously, the man with the big mouth only heard the first half of the topic, but didn’t hear Cristiano’s answer at all.

Cristiano's eyebrows seemed to twitch, and he repeated Mendez's words with a little doubt, "No one can threaten your status if you do your own thing"?Jorge, did I hear you right?Is that what you just said? "

Mendes's nerves tensed up like a monkey rubber band stretched to the limit, "You care about him? Oh come on, Cristiano, I watched Rooney's game, he can't compare with you - a bit You can't. Don't mess yourself up, if you affect yourself because of this kind of thing, it will be too much for the loss. "

Cristiano looked at Mendes suspiciously, as if suspecting that he was possessed by something.

"Do you know that Manchester United wants to buy Rooney?" Mendes asked Cristiano "in those days".

"I heard, what's the matter? Did you get his agency recently?" Cristiano responded casually to Mendes while watching the silent animation of "Tom and Jerry" at the time, "Then I have to congratulate You, Jorge, I hear he's getting a lot of attention and he's sure to sell for a good price."

Mendez was totally ironic at the time, "Come on, Cristiano, be serious. You have no idea how serious Rooney's thing is - he's an Englishman, remember? Englishman! Fuck you." Brain and you'll know what a terrifying talent that is!" Mendes poked his index finger at his sunbones, emphasizing his own opinion of the word "brain."

"He's an Englishman, he's in the Premier League, you can't imagine how much support the media and fans will give him - no matter how good you are, you are Portuguese, and you can't represent England in the European Cup and World Cup. But he can. You know this Does it mean anything? If the Jazz don't regard him as their No. [-] training object, the whole of England will stand opposite Manchester United. In other words, if you can't get an overwhelming advantage over him from every aspect, the Jazz will probably I have to give up on you under the pressure of the outside world.”

"Oh my God, besides, the Sir himself is also an Englishman—in a broad sense, an Englishman. He is a man knighted by the Queen." Mendes saw that Cristiano still didn't seem to care, so he became even more anxious, "He Brought you up just because you're the best young man he's got right now, but if there's a British young man on your level... Cristiano, either beat him or maybe you'll have to leave Manchester - you've got a lot going on , I will never let you delay on the bench and the second pick."

"Well Jorge, I will not compare with him, he is not my opponent."

Cristiano still remembers how he responded to Mendes' anxiety at that time.

"Jorge, don't always be like this," he used to say to Mendes so forcefully and angrily, "You know I don't like comparisons, Beckham, Rooney, nobody when they compare him to me I asked if I wanted to."

He experienced too many comparisons "at that time", compared with Manchester United's top 7, compared with Wayne Rooney, compared with many peers whose names he even forgot - he hated it and was tired of it.So it's jumping at the touch, and it's furious at the touch.

He can't get angry with the big brothers in the locker room, can't complain about other people in the locker room to the Jazz, and can't really scold reporters and fans. His parents and siblings know almost nothing about football, so he has nowhere to vent. Nowhere to confess.There seems to be only one Mendes for all his emotional outlets.

Cristiano himself had to admit that at that time he was too emotional and didn't know how to manage an intimate relationship.But fortunately, Mendes never abandoned him-he was too young at the time and didn't know how to regulate himself when he felt wronged, so he was very grateful to Mendes later.

Mendes was the first person he had a life in football with, and the only one he followed him to the end.

"Would you like it? Cristiano, no one will ask you if you want to, this is your destiny, you have to bear this." Mendes said, "Think about it for yourself, I will make two-handed preparations-stay Get down and leave."

In any case, no matter how frustrated Cristiano’s self-esteem was because of this dialogue, in his impression, Mendes is always asking him to compete with Rooney with all his strength, and even put the competition with Rooney first. superior.

——In fact, he was very grateful to Mendes for being tough and ruthless at the time. That was a very important lesson in his life, teaching him that there must be a price to pay for being great.

That is definitely the opposite of the attitude of Mendes "in front of me".

"Jorge, he's an Englishman, remember?" Cristiano was full of suspicion. He had an idea in his heart, and he decided to try it out.

Mendes froze for a moment, then slowly frowned after a while, "So what?"

Cristiano is very careful about all the strange things, when he found that Mendes didn't seem to have a special reaction to this sentence, he immediately put back the rest of the temptation, "Oh, it's nothing, uh , you have a point... well, but why are you so worried about it? I don't even see it as special enough to make you want to come and talk to me before Christmas..."

Mendez looked a little suspicious, "Me? I don't care about this...but, I thought...you do?"

Cristiano wrinkled his whole face, "Me? Why should I care?"

"Whoa...uh, I thought you didn't like it when someone said someone was better than you...whatever..." Mendes spoke more and more slowly, and the hesitation in his tone became more and more obvious, " Uh, but I'm glad you didn't think so... Maybe... I don't know?"

Cristiano laughed when he saw Mendes showing such a rare and uncertain expression, and his words were full of comfort, "Okay Jorge, take it easy, it's just being used to talk to you." It’s nothing but comparisons.” He shrugged, “Maybe this is my destiny? I’ve been compared with others all my life, and then… But don’t worry, I’ll never lose, never.”

——Cristiano was a little suspicious, but until there was no clearer evidence, he still said that he didn't dare to be careless about strange things.

Cristiano shrugged, turned around and squatted down and began to rummage through the small cabinet, "Do you want tea? My mother bought a lot of tea bags, and I tried an apple tea bag the other day. Do you want to try it? Or Do you prefer rose tea or something?"

Mendes looked at Cristiano's young and thin back, and for some reason, his eyes slowly showed sadness.

I have been compared with others all my life.

Mendez's nose was sour, but maybe he was worried that Cristiano would notice something strange, he quickly cleared his throat and pretended to be happy, "Rose tea, I don't believe in your taste."

Cristiano remembers the tone of Mendes, and how such a conversation would turn out in the end.

"You are the most eye-catching one at the awards ceremony tonight, honey, the spotlight is going crazy for you."

"It's nothing, Cristiano, we will win one day."

"Zurich just doesn't understand you, but you know that greatness is always lonely."

"Don't do it, my boy, please, don't do it—get mad at me, call those people, but just don't…"

Cristiano has made Mendes worry about him countless times. This time, he wants to return Mendes.

Cristiano put down the tea bag in his hand and turned to look at him, "Jorge, if you feel sorry for me, if you feel sorry for my words, then don't—I don't say this to win Sympathy, not to win support by any humble gesture, I just want to tell you: Yes, only I will win the final victory, and there will be no one else but me."

"No one can stop me, neither Rooney nor Messi. Uh..."

When Cristiano said that name, Mendes' expression changed from emotion to anger for a moment-he lowered his head very honestly in an attempt to win a little sympathy.

"I've said it a hundred times, don't, in front of, me, mention this damn name!" Mendes raged, "One more time, Ronaldo! Just one more time and I'll sell you to Barcelona to feed pigs !"

……

"Sorry to trigger your allergies, but Jorge, why the pigs?"

"After you feed it, you can save the pig's head for the fans to throw to you." Mendes said viciously【1】.

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