[football] this god

Cristiano sneaked into Barcelona while he was on vacation. Although he knew that Barcelona had no games or public training sessions that day, but... well, he just wanted to try the barbecue that Messi had recommended to him before. shop.Luckily for him, Mendes wasn't even in Manchester at the time, and Jazz didn't notice the anomaly at all - only Hugo did, but he threatened Hugo.

"You can either pretend you didn't see anything, or I'll tell mom that you hid a bottle of cider[1]—you choose!"

In order to defend himself a little drink, Hugo swallowed his anger.

But obviously, when Cristiano left home and found that the bottle of cider he had hidden had long since been emptied and replaced with strawberry juice, he was full of revenge - but he dared not say it, otherwise he would not Way to explain that ccider bottle.

Barcelona didn't have a game today. After training, Leo declined the invitation to a dinner party and went to the barbecue restaurant alone—the owner's wife had promised to make Japanese ramen for him.

Yes, Leo is not a person who only recognizes barbecue. You can also try the char siu in ramen.

As usual, the boss's wife brought Leo a small bucket of lollipops, and Leo also took a lemon-flavored lollipop as usual, while gnashing his teeth and looking at the scenery outside the window absent-mindedly.

"Can I sit here? I don't like eating alone."

Someone said so.

Leo seemed a little angry because his fugue was interrupted. When he turned his head and was about to reject the other party's unreasonable request, he was stunned.

"Uh, oh, good." Leo stared blankly at Cristiano who was wearing a ridiculous peaked cap, "Please sit down."

Cristiano was very satisfied with the other party's sense of humor, "My name is Chris. How about you?"

Leo knew that he must have recognized himself - but they shouldn't know each other, if this matter was told, he could not explain it to the Barcelona people, Ronaldo may also face similar troubles - so he didn't ask the other party why they pretended Stranger, he just said, "Leo, nice to meet you."

While talking, Leo pushed the lollipop bucket to Cristiano, "Do you want some candy?"

Cristiano carefully selected the grapefruit flavor, and called the waiter to order special beef and honey chicken breast.

Leo tilted his head and looked at Cristiano, without saying a word - Ronaldo knew that he was Messi, of course, now probably Ronaldo also knew that he knew that it was Ronaldo who was texting him.

Grapefruit lollipops, beef and honey chicken breasts, the hints are too obvious.

But he didn't show the slightest surprise—undoubtedly, there is no second explanation except that he already knew the identity of the other party.

"Um, do you like fish? The grilled fish here is also good." Leo didn't know how to start the conversation between them, so he hesitated for a while before saying this.

Leo has never regretted for a moment that he didn't study the [-] routines of human social interaction carefully before-his topic selection ability is too bad, and he even despised the stupidity of his words as soon as he uttered them.

"I like it very much. I was born on an island." Cristiano bit a lollipop and said vaguely, "Actually, I like fish the most, but the nutritionist asked me to pay attention to nutritional balance. More beef. Thank goodness he didn't tell me I had to eat more lamb, or I might go crazy." — but fortunately, Cristiano doesn't seem to have any complaints about the subject.

"You have a nutritionist?" Leo quickly caught the only point in this long paragraph.

"Well, keeping in shape and improving your fitness, you know, is very important." Cristiano said, "Although it is expensive, it is still worth it in general. I have gained weight now, and my body fat rate is declining, but There's been an increase in physical fitness and physical strength. That's kind of key, especially in the UK - but I actually thought you were going to ask me why I don't like lamb."

Leo looked at him with his head tilted, "That doesn't matter, I'm not interested in that kind of thing-you usually tell strangers this kind of... um, "experience"? "

Leo had forgotten the hellish social routines again now, they just spoke a few words face to face, but Leo already felt relaxed and happy.

It would be perfect if Ronaldo's answer was "Of course not, I won't share this with other people."

And God loves Leo, and God never wants to let Leo down.

Cristiano shook his head as expected, "Of course not, I don't like to let others think that I am instructing them."

"Then why are you telling me? Maybe I don't like being 'coached' either. Leo took the lollipop out of his mouth, raised it in his hand and looked at Cristiano seriously, "You don't know me, do you?" "

Cristiano amused at that - seriously, who knows each other better than they do?Countless times they were forced to hear about each other from reporters, countless times they smiled and greeted in front of the highest podium in Zurich.Although they seldom talk, they know the meaning of every look in the other's eyes-it's neither love nor hatred, it's just... another kind of stranger.

"I believe you don't think so." Cristiano fiddled with the lollipop in the small sugar bucket, and said casually, "Of course, you may think that this is me being a good teacher, but...how should I put it? I just believe You'll be able to tell if I mean well or if I'm just showing off my .

"'Insight,'" Leo repeated the word softly, "oh, that's just bragging rights now. "

Cristiano froze for a moment, looked up at Leo - they looked at each other for a moment, then suddenly both laughed.

The two of them didn't speak for a while, they just looked out the window with lollipops in their mouths.

Barcelona is indeed a beautiful city, no one who has been here can hate this city or say that this city is even a little bit bad-from an absolutely fair point of view, this is a city far better than Manchester and Madrid. great city.

But this is also an "angle" that Cristiano dared not say in his "past life".

Now is the quiet time they have never had before - Cristiano thinks so.There is no anxiety or boredom, no whispers from onlookers and boring entanglements, just the most ordinary relationship between two players, just two geniuses who live in the world and expect the same thing, just... just Messi and Ronaldo.

It's not that they're always at odds with each other, or that they're on bad terms with each other and will kill each other whenever they meet.Between them, there is simply nothing to say—oh no, maybe it can't be said that way.There may have been countless things to say between them, but they always couldn't even find the position to say "hey, would you like to have a cup of coffee" with each other.

"What do you like about Barcelona?" Cristiano looked at the sunshine outside for a while, and suddenly asked without thinking.

What do you like about Barcelona and why you are willing to spend all your time here--Cristiano didn't ask the second half of the sentence, but if it was "once" Messi, he would definitely know the subtext.

But the one in front of him is still too young, he can only understand the words that were spoken.

"I like everything." Leo said simply, "What about you? Do you like Barcelona?"

"I don't like anything." Cristiano replied equally clearly, "This city is very nice, but I don't like everything about it. So, maybe you will stay here for the rest of your life, but I will never."

Leo was a little disappointed-he didn't deny that when he heard Cristiano ask him what he liked here, he expected that he could persuade the other party to let him join Barcelona.

Everyone wants a good player and he has no doubts that Barcelona would also like to buy a Ronaldo if possible.

In this way, they can have more direct competition, or... at least they can sit together in an open and aboveboard manner, chatting together to relieve boredom.

That's not to say the rest of Barcelona couldn't talk to Leo, it's just that none of them could have done a better job than Ronaldo.

But Leo didn't get angry with this answer—maybe it was because he thought the answer was surprisingly reasonable, or maybe it was just because he didn't like to think too much about fait accompli, "Why don't you try to like it? You know this city is very Well - the best in all of Europe, actually. But you still resist it. You're so stubborn."

"You are also stubborn. Obviously grapefruit-flavored candy is delicious, but you only like lemon flavor." Cristiano stuffed the lollipop back into his mouth and said vaguely, "We are all the same. Here You have no right to judge me on this matter."

Leo frowned and looked at Cristiano for a while, then pulled out a lemon-flavored candy from the sugar bucket and stuffed it for Cristiano, "I'm different from you! I like lemon flavor because lemon flavor is the most Delicious! I only like the best!"

……

Cristiano looked at the extra lollipop in his hand.

Is it a sugar problem? !

The author has something to say: 【1】Alcoholic beverages in Scotland are super delicious-not irony, sincerely

[It’s so touching to add jokes after drinking too much] [How can you lose the Golden Globe]

After defending the Champions League, apart from a barb, Cristiano has nothing else to pursue in life.

So the only joy in his life is chasing after the club staff every day to ask if there is his courier.

"That's right, it's such a big package, from Zurich or France, it can be used to hug and hold a high package."

——Cristiano said so at the beginning.

"No, but don't worry, we will notify you as soon as we arrive."

——The staff answered this way at first.

"mine……"

— Later, Cristiano said so.

"No, get out, or call the police."

——Later, the staff replied.

"It's not that I haven't taken it! If you really want to take a photo, can't you just take the one from last year?"

"Yeah, it's all the same anyway."

"I don't care about sending express delivery."

"I don't care about urging the sender to send the courier."

The staff couldn't bear it, and finally Zidane complained like this.

Zidane touched his bald head and thought how would I know.

I'm not this guy, and I haven't won five golden goals.

"Just ask." Zidane finally presided over justice in the world, "Ask France and Zurich, what if the mail is lost..."

"Loss will not be replaced unless additional fees are charged"

——After the results of the inquiry came out, when the staff confronted Zurich and France, both sides answered in unison.

Cristiano tearfully took last year's Golden Ball selfie.

It's not easy to make money, it's more economical.