[football] this god

"Ignorant! Boring! That's not blood, that's stupid! Didn't I tell you to stay home today? Didn't I say I don't want to see your leg today? Cristiano, why do you always need me to say it several times How do you know I'm not joking with you?!"

Cristiano's good mood about the grapefruit lollipop only lasted until the next morning's resumption of training-in other words, before meeting the Jazz.

Yes, he just appeared on the training ground, and the Jazz were already furious.

Keane, who appeared later, stood far away, looking at the furious Jazz in horror. No one who loved young people dared to go up to persuade Jazz.

After all, no one wants to court death.

Although, although they feel that Cristiano took that injured leg to participate in training itself is a very touching thing.

"But that injury..." Cristiano didn't expect anyone to act bravely, but he didn't intend to wait for death like this, so he quickly seized Jazz's time to catch his breath to defend himself.

"What's wrong with that injury? It's not serious? You want to say that?" Jazz suddenly looked very calm.

Cristiano yelled in his heart that he was not good, and quickly took a step back. He didn't look like a person who had a big gash in his leg—then nodded cautiously.

"It's up to me to decide whether it's serious or not! I'm your head coach!" The Jazz roared again.

Keane and others have even started to slowly retreat towards the locker room.

what is this?

This is World War III, my friends.

"Go home! I don't want to see you today!" Jazz continued to yell at Cristiano, "Don't tell me that the team doctor said you can do the right amount of upper body training. If I say no, don't! Ronaldo, don't make me say the first Second time!"

From "Cristiano" to "Ronaldo", the Jazz's anger has been very clear.

Cristiano's eyeballs rolled wildly, but after turning for a long time, he couldn't think of any reason to oppose the Jazz.

The injury on his leg was a skin trauma, and after the emergency treatment yesterday, he was fine. He couldn't bear to look at his mother's worried look at home—people who didn't know would think that his leg was broken after seeing it. Woolen cloth.

But if he can stay on the training ground, Dolores will believe that there is nothing wrong with his injury at all.

"I just want to be with everyone." Cristiano was quick to use his wits, like a red-eyed rabbit, with a pitiful gesture to avoid the bad luck of being driven home.

So the friends of Manchester United could only watch a Portuguese curly hair sitting on the sidelines of the training ground with a happy face that day, twisting its waist and stretching its arms for a while, or holding a large bottle of mineral water and tilting its head to watch them tired Die hard.

Today's eccentricity of the Jazz is regarded as outrageous and outrageous-the residents of Manchester United think so.

Today is really a rare good day in Manchester - Cristiano thinks so.

But it turns out that the sunshine in Manchester is always short-lived, but the eccentricity of the Jazz is endless.

"I'll look at your legs."

Today's sunny day, for example, ended when the Jazz finished their practice session and caught Cristiano before he had time to slip away against the wall.

Cristiano laughed dryly and stretched out his leg slowly, "The dressing was changed today. The team doctor said it was just a skin injury. It looks scary but it's actually okay—it'll be fine when the scar forms."

He explained it like this.

Jazz looked at the bandages on the little curly legs, and didn't speak for a long time.

This is not very common. Cristiano was a little worried at the time, and called out cautiously, "Sir? Uh, are you okay?"

The Jazz sighed, reached out and pressed Cristiano's shoulder to let him sit down, and then sat down next to the little curly hair.

Cristiano felt that he might encounter some misfortune today.

"Although I persuaded Roy, I always felt that you were too coquettish and childish. Although you were stubborn, but..." Sir was silent for a while when he said this, as if he was thinking about words, "But I thought that It’s also part of being childish.”

Until yesterday when he saw the little curly hair, he turned over and shot explosively almost immediately.

The Jazz thought it would be a penalty at first, but when the referee didn't blow his whistle immediately he knew that the referee was hesitant to send off the relegation team in a game that was very close to strength - and it was very worthwhile. Back to the fare game, the weak team took the lead for a while, and then was equalized by the strong team. If this game ends here, it can be regarded as ups and downs.

But if a penalty kick is added, it always seems to be not perfect, as if it is leaving a story for the fans to prove that this is a game dominated by the referee.

Jazz has been in the Premier League for so many years, and he is confident that he knows the referee very well. He even prepared for it to be just a free kick and a yellow card. .

Let the strong team have nothing to say, and at the same time make the weak team unable to complain.

But before everyone had time to react based on experience, he saw his child suddenly jump up dragging the leg that had just been kicked, just like the golden dragon in the legend that suddenly spread its wings and soared to the sky, and then struggled to use the leg Injured leg burst shot.

Cristiano stood in the middle of the court and laughed, he patted his chest at the Everton players - the Jazz couldn't hear tens of thousands of people chanting Ronaldo's name, he felt in a trance that there was only one left in the world His children's laughter.

He wants to laugh along with his child.

But in the next second, he saw blood drops running down his legs.

It was as if his heart had been pinched, and he couldn't breathe for a moment.

"You should learn to protect yourself." Jazz looked at Cristiano—even he was a little surprised, he didn't expect that one day he would say this to a player, "Cristiano, you didn't have to stand up. "

Cristiano was taken aback, "But I scored that goal...and you said, Jazz, Manchester United only loves..."

"Manchester United only loves the most iron-blooded and manly men." Jazz repeated his favorite sentence.

Cristiano nodded earnestly, "That's right, that's it, you like to say this the most." - He specially emphasized the word "favorite".

"But sometimes I hope that you are not so iron-blooded, and you don't have to be the most manly one." Jazz said lightly, "Only you, I hope sometimes you don't have to be like this. Cristiano, you are too competitive, you are so competitive every day." So competitive."

Cristiano didn't have time to think about this sentence, he was just angry at Jazz's words - he didn't know why, he didn't know why Jazz gave up his request.

He did nothing wrong.

He didn't want to quarrel with Jazz, so he just turned his head and looked at the ground next to him without speaking.

"Cristiano, you didn't do anything wrong, I'm just a little scared." Jazz put his hands on Cristiano's shoulders, "You are my favorite kind of hard, but I'm afraid that one will crush you. "

"That won't!" Cristiano retorted to Jazz angrily, "I know what I'm doing, if I really feel hurt somewhere, I won't force myself..."

Jazz looked at Cristiano, smiled and shook his head.

Cristiano's debate thus came to an abrupt end - the 2014 World Cup, the 2016 European Cup final.

Maybe the Jazz is right, maybe he never learned "not to force yourself".

"Actually, I should praise you," said the sergeant.

Cristiano nodded proudly before he had time to think about it.

"A man should fight like a man. You shouldn't admit defeat, and you shouldn't be weak." Jazz looked at Cristiano with a smile, "It's just that sometimes I wonder, how can a person never bow his head or feel sorry for himself?"

"People can't," Cristiano said, "but I want to surpass them, and then, I have to be able to do this. Only if I do this can I... be the cr7 you want me to be."

"Sir, I only make mistakes once, and I will never make mistakes again and again."

"If I had Xavi and Iniesta by my side..." Cristiano will always remember how he once said this in a fit of anger - this is the greatest shame in his life, even far more than he was in Real Madrid In the past few years, the big four have been empty and the defeat against Barcelona.

"Jorge, I should never have said something like that, and it was my fault to even think about it. I missed it once, but I will never make the same mistake again." After he calmed down, he witnessed everything he had done. "You can rest assured I'm going to change all of that," Mendes said in a gaffe.

Jazz didn't know what Cristiano's so-called repeated mistakes were, but he just looked at his good boy, smiled and nodded - he suddenly violated all his reason for a moment, he didn't want Cristiano Nuo became too strong and dazzling, because he was a little afraid that his child would attract too much love, and fear that this love would eventually take his child away.

This passage may be too philosophical. To put it crudely, it is actually——

#Just like you raised a daughter, smart and beautiful, gentle and kind, innocent and pure, confident**#

#But provoked the stupid brat next door who is so stupid that he has no family background and owes a debt to his ass and ribs#

#The problem is that your daughter still has a crush on someone else, and she won’t marry anyone else#

作者有话要说：洛謨、净尘扔了1个地雷投掷时间：2017-06-0116：39：28

苏木往作者的菊花里扔了1个地雷投掷时间：2017-06-0212：36：12

The coach of the home team in China is finally out of class. I am grateful to give back to the society and add jokes. I hope that Mr. Zhou will not let the people down and buy Mourinho back.

optimistic about you

And, if Miss Wang Mumu hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten that I had made this wish

I suspect that she may be happier than me when she sees the official announcement that get out of class is over...

[Give me a sense of presence for the bird] [Grid stays behind Atletico Madrid] [Crying out loudly]

Hey.

Mr. Mourinho sighed for the one hundred and first time.

In the 3rd minute of this dinner.

Mr. Mourinho sighed for the one hundred and first time.

"Please go out and open a private room by yourself. I want to have a good meal."

Cristiano said dryly to Mourinho.

Mourinho picked up a fork to duel with Cristiano.

"Anthony actually gave up Manchester United - do you know how old he is next year? 28, 28! A striker who is 28 is depreciating at a speed visible to the naked eye!"

Mourinho complained sadly.

The 32-year-old striker was stepped on the tail.

Cristiano picked up a fork to duel Mourinho.

"Enough!" Mendes roared angrily, and carefully took away the tableware of the two of them, "Cristiano, you have to understand Jose's feelings of pursuing Mr. Griezmann but being abandoned-Jose, you want Understand how Cristiano feels as a depreciating aging striker."

"Hehe, what I have is money, who should I buy?"

"Hehe, the depreciating forward hits fifty goals a year!"

It was another quiet dinner.