[football] this god

When Leo came out of the locker room, he saw Ronaldinho and Deco getting together and talking about some jokes, while Puyol and Xavi were still discussing the game-he was not interested in these two, just Just rushed to Ronaldinho, who received his assist, smiled, and then went back to his seat to check the text message.

"Congratulations. Although I don't want Barcelona to score points."

He was not angry when he saw Ronaldo's statement, "Don't feel guilty, I never wanted Manchester United to win."

"But I'm surprised, you really have a strong control over the rhythm of the field." Cristiano didn't intend to praise the other party, but after thinking about it, in order to prove that he is an adult, he reluctantly complimented - although strictly speaking Saying this is not a compliment, after all, it is just a fact.

"I've said it before, it's different."

——Just when Leo was thinking about how to express his happiness without leaving a trace, he heard Puyol say this to Harvey.

Leo thought this sentence sounded strange, but Leo was never a nosy person, so he didn't intend to ask more questions.So he just kept thinking about how to text back.

"Their attitude towards Barcelona is different - the dignity of Barcelona and Camp Nou is not worth mentioning to them. When they are behind, there is no hard work and no serious attitude. He was still laughing at the time."

— Leo heard Puyol say that.Leo's fingers suddenly went stiff.

"Unbelievable, you still booked me a hotel next to the Sagrada Familia? Didn't you say that I don't want to live at the construction site?" Ronaldo knew nothing about the story of the Barcelona locker room, and only complained angrily about the local snake making things difficult.

"Have you arrived at the hotel?" Leo ignored the other party's complaints.

"It's here, otherwise how did I realize that this is near the Sagrada Familia?" Ronaldo seemed to have a tendency to chatter.

Leo stopped the momentum in time, "I'll go find you."

Cristiano looked at the room with two beds, and felt that Messi had planned it long ago, "Okay. But you booked two beds, didn't you really plan it a long time ago?"

——Leo didn't reply, he almost escaped from the locker room.

Cristiano slid off the bed, pulled on his slippers to find the menu of the hotel restaurant, and ordered a meal for Messi as a post-match supper.

——"So did you premeditate it? Don't you really need the whole team to talk about the game after such a game?"

When Messi knocked on the door, Cristiano almost teleported to open the door, and asked as soon as he opened the door.

Leo walked in with his head down, as if he knew that Ronaldo would order him supper. After throwing his backpack on the bed where no one had stayed, he went directly to sit at the table and started eating pizza.

Cristiano tilted his head and looked at Messi, "So what really happened? Could it be that your coach is so conceited that he thinks that Barcelona beat Milan without a 3-0 loss, and then disbanded after scolding you?"

Leo raised his eyelids and glanced at Ronaldo, "It's true that something happened, but you know, I can't tell you."

Cristiano rolled his eyes-Messi may indeed have premeditated it, but there must have been an extremely unusual or even a positive "accident" after the Barcelona game.

Leo stopped talking, sat there and continued eating pizza.

——Cristiano frowned, but didn't say anything else, and climbed back to bed to lie down and play with snakes.

"You should order that ham pizza." After eating the last piece of pizza, Leo slowly took out a tissue to wipe his mouth and fingers, and took a look at the room service menu, "That one doesn't have pineapple chunks."

Cristiano reluctantly moved his eyes away from the snake and glanced at Messi, "Okay, I will remember, next time I will let you go to bed so hungry-by the way, I thought Only kids under the age of eight pick out what they don't eat and throw it in the pizza box."

Leo pretended not to hear the last provocation, "I don't like pineapple, but I don't rule out olives on pizza."

Cristiano rolled his eyes again, then dismissed the Snake, opened a memo and wrote this—wait, why did I write this?Cristiano thought so, and quickly deleted this article.

"Today, there is a good player in Milan's midfield." Leo explained his pizza preference and walked to his bed and climbed up. "Have you noticed?"

"Which one?" Cristiano asked casually while playing Snake - he intends to break through his highest score, although this goal is meaningless.

"The one who is taller and faster." Leo recalled saying this.

Cristiano glanced at him, "Very meaningful description, it sounds like nothing - you are taller, I doubt that there is even a single person in Milan's frontcourt who is shorter than you. Very fast, your comparison item is Hare or tortoise?"

"I thought you were very impressed with him. After all, that should be in line with your football aesthetic." Leo ignored Ronaldo's provocation.

"Sounds like irony..." Cristiano was thoughtful, "But I seem to have guessed it, are you talking about Kaka?"

"I don't know his name, maybe. What do you think of him?" Leo asked.

Cristiano is of course very familiar with Kaka’s style and characteristics, and it is indeed in line with his football aesthetics, “Very good, he is definitely a world-class player. His speed and dribbling are very good, and his passing is of course Perfect, too. He might be young and not very experienced on the court, but he's going to be great in time—in short, I'm bullish on him. Very bullish, actually."

"I'm not asking you to evaluate him... No, it's considered an evaluation of him. But not this aspect." Leo noticed that Ronaldo's mobile phone interface seemed to be on the game, so he took out his mobile phone and started playing Snake, "I'm going to broke your record for the first time—by the way."

Cristiano snorted, expressing disdain, "You want to talk about the ball you stole?"

Leo nodded with subtle pride.

"But if it's a ball with the first touch without adjustment, you don't have a chance." Cristiano said to the point-he didn't think it was a demanding one, after all, he himself Scored countless goals.

Leo seemed to curl his lips, "No one can handle the problem of the ball to the extent you said - if you don't adjust, the shot will definitely miss. There is no doubt about it."

"You don't know anything about shooting," Cristiano said proudly.

"Will you prove it to me?" Leo put down his phone suddenly, let the snake eat his tail without even looking at the screen - he didn't ask Ronaldo to do the same, he just looked at Ronaldo until Ronaldo was killed He looked uncomfortable and could only turn his head to look at him unwillingly.

"Waiting for Barcelona to meet Manchester United in the Champions League." Cristiano said, "I can show you what real shooting skills are - you don't know anything about shooting. It’s not a shot, it’s not a skill. You think he’s great just because you don’t know how to shoot.”

For no reason, no one has mentioned the name Ronaldinho since Leo walked in.

Leo looked at Ronaldo thoughtfully.

"Why? So you came here tonight to talk to me about that steal?" Cristiano didn't feel that he said anything strange at all, "Your steal was not bad, but I repeat, you can steal Get that ball, but you can't get mine."

"I was just wondering why you don't like Ronaldinho - if you can praise Kaka, it shows that you are not the type of person who denigrates others because they are jealous of their abilities. And I thought Ronaldinho It is more in line with your aesthetics than Kaka." Leo said, "In fact, he is in line with the aesthetics of most people in the world."

"Which part? Buck teeth?" Cristiano snapped back mercilessly.

……

"I mean football." Leo was embarrassed by the intelligence level of the opponent, "Don't make me feel like I'm talking to a mentally retarded person."

Cristiano turned over on the bed and refused to look at Messi.

"Kaka - if we are talking about a person - is of course a very good player, but Ronaldinho is no worse than him. You know that, so it is strange why you can praise Kaka. Card, but you are so malicious towards Ronaldinho?" Leo continued to analyze the problem.

——Because Richie and I are friends, but Ronaldinho is just a passerby, a passerby!Cristiano said so in his heart.

"Then why don't you like honey?" Cristiano insisted on not admitting defeat, insisting that Messi had nothing to say.

Leo made no secret of his dislike and dissatisfaction with the name honey, "If you stop calling him honey, I may hate him a little less, after all, I can't tolerate someone with rough skills like him..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

But just the first half of the sentence is enough to make the conversation dangerous.

——Especially when the second half of his sentence is "No matter how I say it, I'll put up with you."

This is so anti-human.

——So you see, Leo didn't think there was anything wrong with not liking the nickname honey at all.

"I'm too lazy to tell you, Wayne's skills can be improved." Cristiano obviously realized that something was unusual, and he didn't know how to answer this sentence—his experience of hooking up with girls was obviously helpless Therefore, he could only quickly throw away his phone and go into the bathroom to wash up.

Leo watched his back as he fled in a hurry, and fell into his own thoughts.

—Wayne really sounds much better than honey.

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Mr. Ronaldo was occasionally bored in Milan, so he began to search for the true meaning of life.

Start taking a philosophy class.

At first, I was just looking for some public lectures on ted, and I was a background sound in the shower.

Later, it developed to fill my Kindle with books such as Introduction to Philosophy.

Mr. Macy disdains this and spits on him.

Mr Ronaldo thinks it comes from illiterate jealousy.

——You should also read more books, really, you can't just spend your free time every day just... you know?Staring at the sky in a daze.That's a waste of life.

Mr. Ronaldo said this one night after taking a shower.

He has to talk to Mr. Macy.

Mr Macy can no longer rush into the bathroom and smash his ipad while he is in the shower.

——Heh, so what experience do you have when you read a book?Dear Philosopher Mr. Ronaldo.

Mr. Ronaldo was in high spirits.

He felt that his chance to reflect his literary and philosophical qualities had come.

——Philosophy pursues "reasons" and "relationships". Everything in the world has "causes" and "relationships", so philosophy is the leader of everything.But it cannot rule my love for you, because my love for you has no "reason" and is not "connected" to anything in this world.When the earth is destroyed and the sky collapses, even if the sun burns out, my love for you will remain the same.

Mr. Ronaldo was full of ambition and felt that he would definitely be able to use that box of strawberry flavor tonight.

As expected, Mr. Macy was deeply moved, and even sat up from the recliner and looked at Mr. Ronaldo who was lying on the recliner next to him.

His eyes were deep.

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- You are disgusting, Ronaldo.too disgusting.