[football] exactly the same

If it wasn't for everyone's certainty that the world's technology has not yet developed enough to allow Cristiano to spend some money to get himself a □□ Cristiano to come out to play, they might really suspect that Florentino personally took this man to change clothes. Who is the person in the room?

"Cristiano Ronaldo."

Florentino spoke with a proud gesture as soon as he entered.

"Mr. Chairman? You called me?" Cristiano, who was the only one who didn't look at the gate, raised his head in doubt, and gave up looking for the socks he lost yesterday in his cubicle.

However, in the next second, like everyone in the locker room, he was frozen by some mischievous elf.

However, Florentino neither paid attention to Cristiano's question nor seemed to notice the dreamy expressions on everyone's faces.

"Cristiano Ronaldo," he said again, "from the beautiful island of Madeira in Portugal, this year - what a wonderful age, he chose to join Real Madrid. Thank God, Chris, if you go to Barcelona, I would definitely have nightmares every night."

Florentino put his arms around the thin boy who still had some juvenile features, and said affectionately.

Black curly hair, tall and thin, visually 185, skin tanned black and red.A pair of big eyes are round and bright, looking shy and pure like a child.

In addition to being shy and not very similar, he is a Cristiano Ronaldo through and through.

and many more……

I mean, a Cristiano Ronaldo eight years younger through and through.

……

Get the spirit.

"Who are you?" Cristiano seemed to think that his uniqueness was under great threat, and at the same time, he was also greatly frightened physically and mentally, so when he reacted, he inevitably seemed a little angry.

The boy looked so much like him, even his penchant for tanning himself into a dark blob.

Cristiano... the young one, seeing that Cristiano was angry, quickly explained: "p...uh, I mean I'm from Madeira... well, no, I don't know exactly how The thing is, I was just shipwrecked and woke up to find that I was there - the ID I had with me said I was from there."

He didn't explain where 'there' is, he just thought for a moment, and quickly added, "But they suspect that there is something wrong with my ID card, because the date of birth is written in 2010 - but I can't Only one year old."

Very good, unknown identity, unknown age, suspected of buying and selling minors - everyone looked at Florentino, who was suspected of being a human trafficker.

"According to the orphanage's records and bone age, my dears," Florentino explained amiably, "now everyone recognizes Cristiano... I mean our lovely little Chris, is full—including Fifa, mostly fifa. After all, we have to believe in science."

"But we are still facing a little problem." Florentino added kindly.

After a second of silence, the entire locker room suddenly fell into an extremely false noise.

"Sese, throw me my water!"

"Ikar, I can't find my shoes!"

"Where did my top go? Oh my god, which one of you got it wrong?"

"You stepped on my training mat Marcelo, put your feet up!"

No one wanted to help Florentino with this little problem—that was obvious.

"Ahem!" Florentino raised his voice to attract attention, pretending that he didn't care about the players' attitudes, "Our little Chris has just arrived in Madrid, and I'm thinking about letting one of you He received him to stay at his home for a while—mainly to get to know his teammates, of course, Chris himself agreed and made a small wish."

"I suddenly remembered that Mr. Mourinho asked us to go out to warm up early today. He said that there was a problem with the warm-up effect yesterday."

As the captain, Casey resolutely proposed a way to relieve the entire locker room.

"Oh no, Ikar, my dear captain, you heard me wrong, I never said this sentence." Mourinho, who did not know when he appeared at the door of the locker room, looked at him with a look on his face. Everyone in the locker room is obviously stuck in the throat, "So, Mr. Chairman, please don't be polite, even if it takes a few minutes, it's fine."

"Thank you, Jose, thank you for your generosity." Florentino ignored Cassie's resistance.

"So, according to little Chris's own request - Cristiano, would you like to take him home this afternoon?"

All eyes were on Cristiano, and the locker room fell into dead silence again.