[football] this god

"Sir, you will help me keep this matter a secret, right?" Cristiano finally gave up on explaining, "Jorge is very opposed to my current relationship... er, you know what it is. Anyway, don't tell others. ?"

Jazz was very happy to accept this opinion and agreed to help warn Giggs by the way-he was obviously very happy that there was a little secret between himself and Cristiano.

Oh, when Cristiano returns to Manchester, Mr. Giggs will never have peace!

— Cristiano swears fiercely to himself.

However, before Mr. Giggs never had peace, Mr. Mourinho took the lead in winning the titles of "curly nemesis" and "peace killer".

"What?" Cristiano left Scotland and returned to his small courtyard in Madeira, basking in the sun and drinking lemonade happily to enjoy the last few days of vacation, but he was surprised to hear a thunderbolt from the blue sky—to be precise, it should be regarded as a thunderbolt on a sunny day. Head on.

He looked in shock at Mendes, who was looking sad, and Mourinho, who was smiling and looking malicious.

"Jorge, say it again, what?"

"Jose asked if you would like to go to Chelsea..." Mendes finished his sentence feebly under the coercion of Mourinho, and quickly pushed Cristiano off the recliner and climbed up by himself. Get up - lie flat and recover.

This sentence is too horrifying, and it can be included in the top ten unbelievable in the 21st century.

Every curl of Cristiano's hair is full of unyielding rejection.

"I……"

But before he finished speaking, Mourinho spoke in a gentle tone that was more terrifying than a fake corpse, "Don't rush to object, Cristiano."

— Who gave you permission to call me Cristiano?

"You just have to think about it to know that we are absolutely perfect."

——The perfect combination of self-destruction, that is really perfect.

"You proved in the Champions League that you really know my characteristics."

—It doesn't mean anything, nothing except that we fight too much.

"And I'm getting to know you now, too."

Cristiano immediately turned his head and glared at Mendes, who was the only one who had the potential to betray him. Mendes continued to lie weakly and with blank eyes.

"I understand the characteristics of your playing football-you should be a striker. Cristiano, I know your potential, and you know mine, don't you? We will cooperate very well." Mourinho put himself in the past The tender value of 40 years is all used - amiable and well-founded, "Think about my perfect defense and your imaginative attack. That is the most perfect football in the 21st century."

No need to imagine, I've seen it.That's a completely self-destructive procedure, and the end result is to pinch them when they meet.

"No." Cristiano refused resolutely.

Mourinho looked Cristiano up and down, and when he realized that he was serious, he instantly turned his face and refused to recognize anyone.

"No vision." Mourinho wrinkled his nose, "You have a good sense of passing, but you are more developed as a striker."

"No." Cristiano said simply and clearly, "You are wrong. In fact, I am the best player in the world. So there is no such thing as "more development". "

"No," Mourinho was also succinct, "for example, the best goalkeeper in the world is Buffon."

"I'm going to Fifa to sue you for private contact with players. This is completely against the rules! Chelsea just wait for the signing ban!" Cristiano didn't care what they were going to work together in the future-this time it was Mourinho's provocation, "I wish you success in relegation."

Oh no, to be precise, every fight between them was provoked by Mourinho.

"Okay..." Mendes seemed finally back to normal, "José, I told you that it was pointless to try—and, Cristiano, shut up."

"It was he who provoked!"

The curly-haired man and the man in the suit spoke in unison.

"Shut up," Mendes repeated dryly, "I'll say it again. I've said it before, Jose, it's against the rules to touch players in private - Cristiano, Buffon is the number one goalkeeper in the world. So, Shut up, both of you."

The curly hair and the suit stopped talking—they turned around directly, with their backs to each other, as if they had never been in touch with each other.

Although Mendes didn't agree with Mourinho's direct recruitment of Cristiano at the beginning-one is not feasible, and the other is a fundamental violation of the rules. Once it is discovered by the outside world, the risk is great-but he has never been able to persuade Mourinho Neo, just as he has never been able to hold back Cristiano.

He sighed and climbed up from the recliner with difficulty, "Cristiano, I really don't understand why you don't like José - Jose you too. You two haven't even gotten along, why hate each other? "

"Because some people are worth hating at first sight." Cristiano muttered.

Fortunately Mourinho did not hear.

"I don't think the two of you are fundamentally different in how you handle things—shut up and listen to me," Mendez snapped back any attempts to justify the two. "Isn't it? Competitive , refused to admit defeat, even verbally refused to lose to others. Then football? Cristiano, don’t deny it, Jose’s football is ultimately about offense, and he knows the importance of offense very well.”

Mourinho was triumphant, and Cristiano pouted angrily.

"As for Jose, you also know that Cristiano is a good attacking player - he can finish and organize. So can anyone tell me what is there that you don't like about each other? Is it just because you are too close to each other? Like?"

"I'm going back, it's too hot today." Mourinho said about him, obviously not wanting to respond.

However, Mendes seemed unexpectedly tough, "No, I don't suggest that you shelve the dispute. You'd better explain each other clearly now, so as to prevent more problems in the future."

— Oddly enough, it sounded as if Mendez thought there was bound to be some intersection between them.

Mourinho and Cristiano looked at Mendes suspiciously at the same time.

Mendez didn't change his face.

"The two of us have no problem-this is the biggest problem," Mourinho first showed the "superior" emotional intelligence of an adult, "Because there are no problems to solve, our relationship is destined not to improve."

"Almost." Cristiano echoed Mourinho in a rare way.

However, Mendes never gave up easily, "You two are not fundamentally different, but you two are actually not as similar as you think."

Cristiano's ears trembled - this is a fresh saying, after all, many people think that they can't get along because their tempers are too similar.

"A lot of people think you are exactly the same person, but they just don't understand you - when you say the same sentence, the tone is completely different." When Mendes realized that his words aroused the interest of two people Immediately afterward, he became enthusiastic, "You may dislike each other simply because you look alike but are completely different—like twins who dislike each other because the other affects your uniqueness. "

It sounds quite reasonable.

Mourinho and Cristiano looked at each other. For the first time, they did not give each other a big roll of their eyes but carefully examined them.

"Do you really think we are different?" Mourinho looked at Mendes suspiciously, "No, in fact we are similar-you mentioned just now that we even quarrel and don't want to lose. Kind of people."

Mendes can't wait to give himself a mouthful a minute ago.

"In a sense, this is true, but not all people with similar tempers are cyborgs, artificial humans - there are many people with similar tempers but completely different in fact. You can look at each other, and you can learn from each other. Find a hundred different places in your body, don't you?" Mendes continued to persuade.

Mourinho and Cristiano looked at each other carefully again.

Suits vs. board shorts and short-sleeve T-shirts; calfskin shoes vs. sandals;

Cristiano took another sip of iced lemonade, thinking critically about life.

Mourinho glanced at the lemonade in disgust, thinking about life carefully while missing the iced coffee.

"You're right, Jorge, we are indeed different."

——The suit and the curly hair spoke in unison.

The two narrowed their eyes and glanced at each other at the same time: one tone was gentle and comforting, the other tone was full of provocation, they were indeed different—of course, none of them knew it, and both of them invariably classified themselves as "gentle comforting".

Then, at the same time, they showed each other a friendly smile of "showing their gentle and comforting side as much as possible", so as to ensure that they become the more reliable one in the eyes of others.

"Great, I'm very happy that you can communicate like adults. So you see, as two people who have no differences in essence but are full of differences in details, you can coexist. Even if you don't cooperate, you can be good friend."

——Mendez saw that none of them raised any objections, so he breathed a sigh of relief, climbed back into Cristiano's recliner, lay flat, and regained his strength.

Thankfully they didn't ask him what was different - and Mendes didn't know either.

After all, you two are exactly alike, okay?

The author has something to say: [The difference between people is expensive]

Cristiano and Leo take part in a talk show.

The name is "C Romesi teaches you how to deal with differences with your partner".

The onlookers expressed that the invitation was very targeted.

After all, the whole world knows how different Messi and Ronaldo are.

"My wife and I faced huge problems early in our marriage."

"Hmm. What?" Cristiano asked.

"We had conflicts when we were looking at the house. I like high-rise apartments, but she likes small villas in the suburbs."

"Then buy them all. Next question." Cristiano said impatiently.

Leo laughed dryly and had nothing to say.

"My wife and I have different views on decorating - she likes luxury, but I think there's nothing wrong with being simple."

"Then buy two houses, one luxurious and one simple. Next question." Cristiano looked even more impatient.

Leo laughed dryly and had nothing to say.

"I'm eating with my wife..."

"Two cooks please." Cristiano rolled his eyes, "Next question."

Leo silently called the staff to change today's title.

"The difference between people can be solved with money."