[football] this god

Ronaldo seems to have fallen into some "menstrual period" and started ignoring people-Leo with such thoughts no longer pays attention to Ronaldo.

Of course, Cristiano didn't fall into his menstrual period, he was just tricked again, and then he angered Messi because he was tricked again.

—It's all Giggs' fault, Cristiano thought angrily.At that time, he was about to win the final victory in that verbal battle.

He started a unilateral cold war with Giggs.

Giggs doesn't care, in fact he can be very proud of himself.

"Cristiano, leave so early today? Don't you practice more?"

It was still Giggs, and it was Giggs again——Cristiano glared angrily at Giggs, who attracted the attention of the whole locker room for him when he was about to sneak away.

Giggs didn't take it seriously, he blinked narrowly, "Have a date?"

Cristiano refused to bother.

"Ryan, don't bully Cristiano." Keane may also feel amused by this boring grievance, "Dating is not a bad thing."

——Especially dating that good boy is "not the worst of bad things."Keane thought so, and even gave Giggs a gentle expression.

Giggs looked even more complacent.

"Just watch the game." Cristiano is an adult, he never involves the innocent, so facing Keane's words, he still clarifies the facts.

"There is no game in the Premier League today." Giggs tried to expose the truth.

"Spain has a warm-up match." A voice that was familiar to Cristiano and seemed a little strange said in the crowd - Cristiano didn't care, after all, he was familiar with the voices of everyone in the locker room.If it feels unfamiliar, it may be entirely because the opponent is a substitute player who has stayed at Manchester United for a short time.

"Because it's not the Premier League." Cristiano finally turned to Giggs, showing a crumpled smirk, "Today Ricardo...I mean Quaresma, if any of you know, he is my friend. He just left from Barcelona - he made his debut at his new club today. It's just a warm-up match, but I promised him to watch the game."

This is the truth, Cristiano is indeed going home to watch Quaresma's game live.

"Who is Quaresma? The Portuguese national team doesn't seem to have him?"

Someone in the crowd asked this question.

"He was in Barcelona last season and was not selected for the Portuguese national team."

The voice in the crowd that Cristiano was very familiar with but couldn't remember repeated Cristiano's introduction meaninglessly.

But soon, the other party realized that his words were basically just repeating Cristiano's introduction.

"Oh, I mean, he's Portuguese, he's from Sporting Lisbon. He didn't play much after he moved to Barcelona. So, I guess that's why he didn't play for Portugal."

Cristiano finally found the speaker by following the sound, and instantly realized who it was.

That was Pique, who was loaned to Manchester United from Barcelona this season.

Pique came to Manchester United this summer, but to be honest, "before" Cristiano didn't pay much attention to him, nor did he establish any deep relationship.And "now", he doesn't want to pay attention at all, and he doesn't intend to establish any shit relationship.

Yes, he didn't hate Pique - and there was nothing to hate, the problem between the two of them was the most typical ass over head between humans.

Pique is not a kind person, but he is not considered a heinous person.So I'm not going to forgive, but it's not worth bearing a grudge either.

Long story short, this is not the point of today.

Anyway, Cristiano would not be surprised that Pique knew Quaresma-after all, they might have chatted in the same locker room last year.

"Yes." Cristiano did not deliberately avoid Pique, he simply affirmed the other party's message, "We grew up together. Alright, I'm going back to watch the game, see you all tomorrow."

But Cristiano had just arrived home when he received a text message.

"Today I can play against Barcelona."

It's Messi.

"Congratulations." Cristiano rushed into the house and turned on the TV, then silently dialed to the correct TV station under Dolores' vigilance, showing that he didn't intend to watch the "strange team" game.

Satisfied, Dolores went back to the kitchen and continued to ponder whether to add carrots to the beef pie for dinner tonight.

"Will you watch it?"

Cristiano had never discovered that Messi could be so noisy before.

"I will watch the replay, but I can't watch the live broadcast. Because there is Ricardo's debut at the same time today. I promised him that he will watch it." Cristiano felt that his handling method was too genius, and both sides could not delay—— But of course, he still felt a little guilty about Messi, after all, the other party always watched the live broadcast of Manchester United, but he had to tell the other party to watch the replay.

But there was no way, Cristiano immediately spoke for himself confidently.

After all, it's Ricardo's game, after all, it's been scheduled long ago, after all... who knows when that little guy will be able to play?If he doesn't play, the Barcelona game will be nothing but torture for him.

Although the appearance of a small person is quite disturbing.Cristiano added.

"You can also watch the replay of his debut. But the Barcelona game must be watched live."

Messi was exceptionally persistent today.

"Look at Barcelona, ​​or you'll be blacklisted on your phone."

He repeated it again - blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

"You have a good game, I will watch." Cristiano said to him, left and right.

——This is the little boy, emotional and self-centered.A big man like him would not care about him.With this sense of emotional superiority, Cristiano forgave Messi's unreasonable troubles.

"Leo, come here and get ready to play." Puyol had already stood up, and when he saw that Leo was still sitting still, he called him.

Leo agreed, put away his phone and went out.

Ronaldo would be very angry if, like Pique said, he just went home and went to watch that stupid don't know which team game.

Leo bit his lip.

It was a very ordinary warm-up match. When Leo stood on the edge of the field and took a group photo for the starter, his heart slowly became blank—no excitement, no tension, and he even forgot about Ronaldo and those text messages.

He doesn't need that any more because it's "not about football".

It was Barcelona who kicked off first.

A big kick in the middle circle, Leo doesn't know who did it-it doesn't matter, he just unloaded the not-so-perfect ball to his feet, tiptoed the ball back and forth when the defender rushed over, Then quickly dialed to the other side while the other party was in a trance to complete the pass.

There was a Barcelona player ten meters ahead obliquely. Leo saw him but didn't even take a second to use his brain to process the portrait to know who that was. He just knew that it was a wrong position, and his ball just had to go to that route. There will be two defenders coming from the left and right - and although some people may think that will be a good opportunity, Leo knows it is not.

He frowned, and quickly down the wing, waiting for someone to understand what he meant to outflank into the penalty area from the other side - preferably a high point, which would be a chance for a header.

He goes to the bottom line and he sees a Barcelona player in front of the central goal - shorter than the defenders, not suitable for high balls.

Leo took a step forward again. In front of him was a perfect channel. The defenders on the side of the channel were still facing the sideline to prevent someone from breaking into the penalty area-Leo didn't wait for a second, and quickly sent the ball.

All he needs is for someone to show up in that unguarded spot and give him a little poke.

But no, no one showed up and of course no goals were scored.

His teammates didn't seem to expect him to pass the ball at all, and missed the golden opportunity perfectly.

Leo was a bit disappointed, but he didn't say anything, he just went back to where he was supposed to be - it was his fault, he should have noticed that no one saw the open space, he should have just dribbled the ball and shot himself.

He doesn't blame anyone.

Soon, Barcelona won the ball again-the defense intercepted the opponent's ball and passed the ball to the center. Leo could see it very clearly. As long as he advanced forward, he could find a very good angle to receive the ball.

He did so immediately, and sure enough, he caught the ball.

An opponent defender comes over and puts a shovel.Leo was unmoved, he knew that some people would think that he should play the ball at this time, and he also saw the teammates who came to meet him.

But this is not a good opportunity, and he knows that he can get a more perfect and efficient opportunity next.

He picked up the ball and crossed the opponent, and then two more people came over from the left and the right-Leo smiled, turned half-turned and pulled one side, the ball changed feet, and completed a full turn, directly from the other side Went over.

But he didn't know what the Barcelona teammates behind the two defenders were waiting for, why didn't he continue to run?At this time, Leo should have given him the ball in front of the goal.

Leo couldn't help it, the best chance to pass the ball had been lost, and he could barely pass the ball to other teammates who came over to meet him.

Leo couldn't contain his disappointed expression this time.

Cristiano cautiously poked his head into the kitchen, reconfirming that Dolores hadn't noticed that he had switched on the TV for the Barcelona game, before sending Messi a text.

"I think you should re-experience the understanding of "normal human beings" on "passing opportunities". After all, your teammates are "normal human beings".