[football] this god

"Is that your friend, Leo?"

The one who left after the meal was Cristiano who needed to sneak back to Manchester, and Leo decided to stay for a few more minutes to praise the boss's wife's ramen.

But obviously, the boss's wife is more happy that Leo has found a friend who can eat with him and have a good chat-Leo didn't say he was happy, but the boss's wife could see that when he was eating with his teammates that day Neither has ever seemed more focused on the conversation than it is today.

She sometimes even guessed that the reason why Leo likes barbecue is not because it is particularly delicious, but because maybe only when eating barbecue can he excuse to take care of barbecue, and logically not participate in the conversation he doesn't like. .

But, of course, the roast itself is also really delicious.

"No, it's just a stranger. He doesn't like to eat alone, and I don't want to eat alone today." Leo said with a smile—the boss's wife is very nice, and Leo believed that she would not reveal his secret.But this one was different, Leo thought, this was a real secret that belonged only to him, and no one should pry into it.

"Do you like this boy?" asked the boss's wife, "I think you have a good chat?"

Leo usually doesn't like to reveal too much of his heart to others, which would make him feel ashamed almost naked.But maybe the boss's wife's care and kindness to him in the past, and today's conversation with Ronaldo played a role at the same time, giving him the desire to talk.

"It's good, we talked about the city where we live, the weather, the food, and football." Leo said with a smile, "every topic is great."

It was easy to talk about Barcelona, ​​the weather and the food with Leo, a polite boy who never put anyone down - but wanting to talk about football with Leo was a different story.

The boss' wife tried to talk to Leo about his training, but every time Leo smiled and changed the subject—he never said it, but the boss's wife knew that he didn't want to talk to people he thought he didn't understand. Talk about football.

"You talked about football?" the proprietress thought she had reason to be surprised. "That's really... Leo, I mean, it's great to have someone to talk to you about."

Leo pursed his lips and smiled.

"Is your leg okay?" Leo asked Ronaldo like this at the time-he didn't make a statement that fit the "stranger" relationship between them, he just acquiesced that he should naturally know that the stranger opposite had an injury on his leg.

"It's not a big deal, it's just a skin injury, and it's starting to scab over now." Ronaldo shrugged nonchalantly, "It's a trivial matter, they are overly worried. But there is really no need."

"They're just afraid of losing you." Leo said flatly, "It's nothing strange."

Ronaldo was thoughtful, "Then you asked me this because you are afraid of losing me?"

Leo looked at Ronaldo calmly and nodded, which made Ronaldo blush—"Isn't it better without me?" Leo heard Ronaldo muttering.

But Leo pretended not to hear. He just continued: "Football is not a game of toughness. It requires a little... flexibility and intelligence."

He didn't know what Ronaldo was thinking at that moment, he just saw Ronaldo frowned quickly, "Football must first be tough, and then there are so-called flexibility-such as fancy techniques and footwork."

"But technology is the core of all tactics, and tactics are the root of victory." Leo objected to Ronaldo, "Toughness is just an attitude, and an attitude cannot bring victory—you can only be invincible when you have an overwhelming advantage. Attitude doesn’t do anything. Oh well, attitude can save you two goals sometimes? Maybe.”

Ronaldo frowned and wanted to say something, but Leo added before he could speak, "Attitude can only be used as a fig leaf for losers."

Ronaldo seemed to be taken aback for a moment.

"Then he must be in line with your ideas, right?" The words of the boss's wife brought Leo back to reality.

To her surprise, Leo shook his head. "No, quite the opposite. We're so different, it's like... like..."

Leo wanted to make a metaphor, but he didn't think of it for a while.

"No! Toughness is the guarantee of your victory. Only when you are tough enough to demand that you can win will you be invincible!" Ronaldo vehemently refuted Leo.

For the first time, it was the first time that Leo was not upset or impatient when someone contradicted him in this field of football.He was simply curious, "But how can you win with only a tough stance? Some people are talented and invincible, but some people are just mediocre - Ruud Ruud, Scholes, how many simple Have you calculated your scoring chances?"

Ronaldo looked choked up.

Ruud & Scholes: My qualifications are mediocre?I'm weak again, right?How many times have I said that I have been wronged?Can't you hear me? !You two talk as long as you talk, what does it matter to me?I don't want to be forced to appear, thank you!Also, what is a "simple scoring opportunity"? !

"You can't use...you can't use Maradona's standards to demand the world." Ronaldo looked desperate for Leo's outlook on life, "Footlodger and Scholes are the best in football now. One of the forwards."

"I don't, I'm just stating the facts." Leo raised his eyebrows, seeming to disagree with the "one of the best" part, "They're not bad talents, but they're not great—it's the truth, you The facts cannot be denied."

Van Nistelrooy & Scholes: ...Go away...

"...well, but anyway, I mean..." Ronaldo was dumbfounded by Leo's statement, "I don't think good ability alone is enough to get everything - football is a team sport."

"That's easier," Leo said gently, "replace the ones that are not capable enough, and buy better ones—if not the best, then replace them with ones that are better than the ones before. There is no problem with that." already?"

Ronaldo seemed to be temporarily speechless because he was too opposed to this crude logic.

"On the contrary? Didn't he make you angry?" The boss wife didn't wait for Leo's analogy, she couldn't help asking, "I thought you would be angry because the other party couldn't follow your thinking."

Leo couldn't help laughing at the thought, "How come? I'm not mad at him for it—I just thought it was funny."

"...Team sports are not as simple as one plus one equals two." Ronaldo looked like he was about to roll his eyes and faint because of Leo's crude logic.

"You think about it too complicated. Football needs a set of correct tactics and eleven excellent players. If one or two of them are so good that they are unique, then they will definitely be invincible." Leo said.

Ronaldo refused to admit defeat, "But haven't you seen a team with an excellent eleven but can't win the championship?"

Leo tilted his head and thought for a while, "That only shows that there are not good enough people here."

"When Maradona won the World Cup, couldn't the remaining ten people in the town be incomparable?" Ronaldo seemed to be pissed off by Leo.

There was a miraculous frenzy in Leo's eyes—for a moment, Ronaldo seemed stunned—Lio looked at Ronaldo, "No, those ten people can only be regarded as passable, but They have Maradona. Do you know what that means? It means they have God among them, and God doesn't even need anyone else to be invincible -- so if you have God in your team, even the rest Ten people are all devils and you can still be fearless.”

He thought he was right, but Ronaldo still shook his head, "No one is God. Maradona will succeed not only because he is strong enough, but also because he makes the whole team willing to play desperately together. He can Let everyone else defend. He didn't win alone, he won with ten others."

"There is no difference." Leo said seemingly mildly but firmly, "Maradona is Argentina, and his victory is Argentina's victory. And the fact is that, Maradona is equal to victory-as long as you are strong to the limit, you can win by your side. It doesn't matter who it is. Of course, it's better if it's a good player. If you can't win, it's only because you're not God, or... When you really can't be God, well, or you Your teammates are the problem."

"He has a completely different attitude to me in football, but that's good." Leo said to the boss's wife with a smile.

Now the boss's wife really began to feel that that person might be the companion that Leo had been unable to find all this time—not the kind of playmate who eats and chats with him, but a deeper companion.

"I'm so happy to see you making good friends, Leo, I'm happy for you." The boss's wife said sincerely.

But she didn't expect that Leo shook his head again.

"No, ma'am, he's not my friend." Leo said with a smile, "A friend is two people who are exactly the same, but he is the opposite of me - from the field to the philosophy of football, we don't seem to have a single thing in common. .”

The proprietress's lips moved, but in the end she just smiled and shook her head.

"I'm too lazy to tell you. You don't understand anything!" Ronaldo said.

Leo readily agreed, "I think so too, you don't understand anything.