[football] this god

2003.12.24

"Merry Christmas - c-best"

"You too, Merry Christmas."

2003.12.26

"I went to Manchester to watch today's game - l10"

Cristiano sprayed a mouthful of water directly on the back of Scholes's head sitting in the front row of him - Keane, who was affected, turned his head and glared at Cristiano. Cristiano quickly pressed the phone under his thigh, pretending to Nothing happened.

Keane glanced at Cristiano's thigh, showing a teacher's expression when he finds a student playing with a mobile phone under the table, but he didn't say anything in the end, he just asked the little curly to pay attention to it with fierce eyes.

"Why didn't you say it sooner???????"—Seeing Keane turning his head, Cristiano quickly pulled the phone out from under his lap and started replying to text messages.

"Why did you say it earlier? I didn't come to see Ronaldo, I came to see Rooney. After you said that day, I checked it out. It happened that Rooney's team played against Manchester United today, so I found a way to come here."

"Everton is just a relegation team, and Rooney, didn't you say you were not interested in him before?"--Is the co-author kidding me?

"After watching a few videos, I thought it was pretty good, so I came to watch it. By the way, British scalpers are really expensive."

Cristiano rolled his eyes at the roof of the team bus, "Won't you buy tickets from official channels?"

"Away team tickets are rare, and you can't buy them. It seems that you have to be a member to buy Manchester United tickets. I'm not. So, scalpers."

"Okay, so how do you feel."

"I wonder what happened to Ronaldo's leg."

Cristiano looked at the text message, looked at the bloody streak on his leg, and curled his lips, "It's just a skin trauma, and the wound that sees blood is not a serious injury."

"Exquisite theory." Leo sarcastically said, "He must be very proud to have fans who "care" about him so much. "

Cristiano tugged at his curly hair, "The little girl should go to rhythmic gymnastics or something, that won't bleed."

Leo stared at the phone screen, he didn't expect to be ridiculed for caring about the other party's short leg.He laughed back angrily, "What should the little girl who can't even avoid the spikes on the sole of the shoe that the opponent sticks out to do?"

Cristiano curled his lips again, "It's a man's sport to face difficulties."

Leo rolled his eyes.

But Ronaldo did rise to the challenge at the time.

As a relegation team, Everton's defenders are quite average. To stop Manchester United's forwards, they can only rely on shoveling.When Ronaldo rushed to the penalty area line, the defender tried his best to catch up and shoveled when he fell to the ground.

That was No. 705 minutes. Everton's defenders have been exhausted from repeated dangers in the frontcourt in the past 70 minutes. Of course, you can't expect the other party to perfectly control your movements so that they won't deform.

So when Ronaldo rushed over with the ball, the Everton players raised their legs too high, and when the spikes slashed directly across Ronaldo's calf-Leo, who was lying on the guardrail in the first row of the home team's fan area, swears, he felt If it is not illegal to kill people at this time, the guard has already been cut into dumpling stuffing by the Jazz.

It's a pity that killing is illegal.Suddenly, Leo actually thought so.

But just when Leo thought that the fallen Ronaldo was going to ask the referee for a penalty kick, something unexpected happened to him.

The referee didn't blow his whistle—a solid FA referee, Leo thought—and Ronaldo put his hands on the ground, jumped up, and exploded before anyone else had time to come and kick the ball away to see if his leg was injured. Take a shot.

Blood dripped on the turf, and the Manchester United fans on the opposite side burst into laughter almost at the same time, singing Ronaldo's name.

How strange, Leo thought, it was just a small drop of blood, and the distance was not close at all, but he could see it so clearly——At that moment, Leo's eyeballs felt as if they had been pricked by a needle. .

It's unscientific, and the spike didn't scratch his eye, so he shouldn't be in pain.Leo thought vaguely.

Leo saw that the Jazz didn't celebrate this hard-won goal, he didn't even smile, he just turned around and yelled at the team doctor-Of course Leo couldn't hear what he was shouting, but he guessed that the Jazz were scolding them Why don't you rush in and stop the curly hair from bleeding.

Jazz's face was very pale, he didn't look like he had just witnessed his team overtake the score, but like... as if he was the one who was bleeding on the court, laughing and beating his chest to the Everton team. The ones who were demonstrating with all the visiting fans—for some reason, Leo thought maybe he could understand the Jazz.

The red-clothed young man has unrestrained eyebrows, a rebellious brain, and a warm-blooded chest.Just like a peerless famous sword just out of its sheath, it is sharp, cold and bloody, cold and domineering.

There is no shield in this world that this sword cannot cut, nor is there a fortress that it cannot break.If there is, then it will pursue victory even if it fights to pieces.

This man actually loves victory and power more than his own blood.Leo thought vaguely like this, and couldn't help shaking his head quietly—he still cared about Rooney, even though he knew that Rooney was not enough to compare with him, he still couldn't help but want to demonstrate and prove that he was invincible.

How could this person be so... paranoid?

"Actually, if Ronaldo had waited a little longer at that time, it was likely that the referee would have given a red card and a penalty kick. He shot the goal and the referee was sent over, but he did not give the player a yellow card." Leo wrote, "That is a It was too obvious a foul, and several people at Manchester United have already gone to argue - of course, the result is very good, but that is the result obtained at the risk of re-injury to myself."

"It's too dangerous, especially for a young player. Young people's bones are not strong enough... you know, not strong enough. Once injured, it may cause endless trouble." After hesitating for a moment, Leo added One sentence.

Cristiano tilted his head and looked at the text for a while. He knew that Messi was worried about the terrible-looking wound. He knew that Messi had good intentions, but...

He scratched his curly hair, "I think it's fine, this is Manchester United - you know, the most ferocious, manly man."

Leo wanted to say, is the spirit of Manchester United just reckless?But he obviously knows what Ronaldo is about United and he doesn't want to challenge that.So he just said, "He should learn to protect himself."

"Well, maybe." Perhaps because the hymn over Manchester tonight was so intoxicating, Cristiano didn't even have any ** to debate Messi on the issue, "By the way, glad you came to see Manchester United play .”

"Will you come to the Barcelona game? In return, since I can reluctantly buy tickets from the scalpers to watch the Manchester United game." Leo thought for a while and couldn't help asking.

"Maybe, if I have time." Cristiano still feels a little guilty when he thinks about the frenzy when he went to Barcelona last time. "I'm busy with work, so I don't necessarily have a holiday. But if I go, will I get a special treat?" ?”——Cristiano froze for a moment, and when he realized what he had written, the text message had already been sent.

He shouldn't take the initiative to ask to meet, that would reveal his identity, he didn't intend to do this, and he didn't even know how to explain to the people around him once the relationship between the two was exposed.

an accident?

No, Jorge would never believe it, and he would never believe that the connection between the two was an accident, given how determined he was to ask to go to Barcelona.

But for some reason, he didn't immediately send another text message to explain.

Leo was also taken aback by this. He didn't want to reply at first, but after thinking about it, he chose to talk about him, "I have a barbecue restaurant that I like very much, you can try it."

Cristiano couldn't help but rolled his eyes when he saw this text message that avoided the important ones, but he still read the next text message with the name and address of the store carefully several times and tried to remember it.

"Do you have any recommended dishes?"

"The special beef and honey chicken breast are both good. If you ask for something special, the wife of the boss will give you a small bucket of lollipops as a snack while you wait—I like the lemon one the most, but recently there is a new grapefruit flavor that is also delicious. good."

Cristiano looked at it and wanted to laugh.

"Leo is good at everything, but... I don't understand, what is his obsession with lollipops?" ——Cristiano suddenly remembered that when he was in Real Madrid, he once heard Ramos squeeze like this Nodding his nose to Cassie's Xavi, "Who knows why Messi likes lollipops? Who cares about this? Why does he have to assume that the whole of Spain cares about this and is willing to talk about Messi with him in the national team's locker room?" candy withdrawal problem?”

"But lemon is my favorite." Leo thought for a while and added, "Grapefruit is actually delicious, but I don't know why I still like lemon the most."

"Okay, then I've decided to like grapefruit flavor from now on." Cristiano replied with a smile.

Leo's eyes widened, he couldn't believe that there are such boring people in this world.