[football] exactly the same

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At this moment, the Camp Nou was as quiet as a primeval forest. Except for the sigh of the wind and the choking sound of the clouds trying to hide their breath, even the birds seemed unable to utter a single song.

It was as if God stretched out a finger and pressed it to his lips, and then the whole world was forced or voluntarily surrendered to silence in an instant.

God stands at the top and conquers the whole world—that is the desire for control, dominance and ultimate ecstasy that only those who have been gods can experience.

All the hustle and bustle, joy and vengeance are instantly suppressed below the dust.

Chris sat cross-legged on the turf, staring blankly at Barcelona's goal, and then at Mourinho who stood motionless on the sidelines as if he was greatly frightened.

And in front of him are Xavi and Iniesta who are being pulled by Messi one by one-thanks to Messi, because it seems that those two are already trying to kill Chris.

It's not my fault, I don't know what I did!Chris growled in his heart.

Cristiano walked over from behind him, completed the set of squatting and sitting down in slow motion, and sighed sadly by the way, "Young man..."

Chris looked at him, trying to defend himself.But of course Cristiano would not give him a chance, "Young man... you don't work for 89 minutes, you have to work hard at the last second, and you don't kill many people..."

Chris froze for a while, then suddenly grinned, his legs changed from sitting to kneeling, and then threw Cristiano onto the grass without warning.

"Cristiano Ronaldo!" After being shocked for almost the same amount of time, the commentator finally broke out all the power in the small universe, "Cristiano Ronaldo teamed up to contribute three goals, 3:2 reversal victory Barcelona advance!"

"Cristiano Ronaldo scored twice! And 89 minutes and 30 seconds! Cristiano Ronaldo Jr. scored the goal that sealed the victory!" The commentator roared, "Cristiano sent an assist and participated in all of this game Three goals!"

"Brilliant Ronaldo! This name is invincible!"

Mourinho may have felt the prehistoric power of Mr. Jie, and finally recovered slowly from his own shock. He turned to the Barcelona bench in unresponsive slow motion, and walked between the benches of both sides like sleepwalking to meet Guardiola. shake hands.

"Congratulations." Guardiola seemed to recover a little faster than Mourinho, and he looked very calm now. "Domestic double crown, you seem to be infinitely close to the third triple crown."

Although Mourinho felt that this statement was very reasonable, but in order to show that he still has the emotional intelligence of an adult, he still got along with his old acquaintance... No, the old acquaintance was polite, "You still have a chance in the Champions League, and you Don't be too pessimistic - two runners-up isn't too bad of a season."

Guardiola doesn't seem comforted - maybe even Mourinho is stupid*.

Mourinho didn't care about the other party's gaze, he just patted Guardiola's arm happily and without sympathy, and then rushed to the locker room with light, small steps, intending to participate in the news Mourinho Hug your little baby Chris before the personal bragging show · press conference.

But Mourinho discovered his innocence when he arrived in the locker room-because he socialized too 'seriously' with Guardiola, he missed the best opportunity to add a hand to Chris.

In fact, everyone in the locker room seems to have grown their hands on Chris, and everyone is scrambling to caress Chris, crowding around him to praise his lightning goal that moves like a rabbit.

"Perfect, Chris, that drive forward and the pass from Cristiano, it's just *!"

"Cristiano is good too, but Chris's run was just perfect. I can't think of a single goal in any collection that matches this - not to mention it's so significant that it saves us from having a goal. Time-wasting overtime."

"That's right! I took a quick look at the gif just now, and it was a textbook lore! Chris, you are the light of Madrid—God said there must be light, so he precisely placed you in Madrid."

Coentraon's blowing was a little too nasty, so that everyone couldn't help but look sideways.

But it turns out that even Coentrao, whose education level suddenly exploded that night, lost to Cristiano, who had a very average education level since he was a teenager.

"Like me!" Cristiano made all the hands and feet in the locker room shrink back silently with one phrase, and all the compliments died in the cradle, "Extraordinarily like me!" - but Christie, who didn't notice the weird situation around him at all Yano even repeated it excitedly.

Mourinho went ahead and became the only warrior in the dressing room who completely ignored Cristiano's self-praise, "Chris, you did a great job today! It's hard for me to imagine a more perfect ending than this-I even now I believe that you will become another Golden Globe winner in the near future."

He looked at Cristiano and added viciously: "Press Cristiano and Messi."

Cassie coughed, "Sir, thank you for your presentation, it was very...instructive. But anyway, it's time for you to go to the press conference." - Thank God, you hurry up.Mourinho seems to have heard Casey's subtext is this.

That's right, when the team had just advanced to the King's Cup final, the head coach was sowing discord in the locker room. It really didn't sound like a good thing done by a decent person.

Cristiano may not have been happy for a moment - as Mourinho apparently seemed to be suggesting that at 27 he was old enough to even think about retirement.

But Chris immediately calmed his emotions, "Thank you, Mr. Mourinho, I still have a lot to learn, but there is no doubt that I will work hard in the direction you said-that is also my dream. You know, for me it's not just about getting a Ballon d'Or, it's more about carrying on the name of Cristiano Ronaldo."

Cristiano was very relieved.

Casey and Mourinho looked at Cristiano and then at Chris, which was very meaningful.

"Did you feel it?" When walking out of the locker room, Mourinho suddenly asked Cassie who was walking beside him, "I mean about Chris—it's a bit different, right?"

Cassie was thinking about something, but he seemed taken aback by Mourinho's sudden question. After a while, he said: "It's different since the Champions League debut, isn't it? Chris also told me that he can feel That moment was his moment and he would never give it to anyone - sounds very Cristiano doesn't it?"

"So what the hell is motivating him?" Mourinho didn't expect Chris to change at such a point in time, or at least didn't expect him to change so quickly - Mourinho felt a bit caught off guard," said Really, I thought it was a long process, but what I didn't expect was that he became a... how did you say last time?"

"Copied a Cristiano." Cassie said kindly.

Mourinho nodded, "He used to—according to what you said—also smoothed things over for you with Cristiano, but I feel like it was a kind of..." He thought for a while, "I think that It's a kind of persuasion, but today is different. Today is a kind of..."

"Neither humble nor overbearing." Seeing that Mourinho still seemed to be thinking of adjectives, Cassie said it for him. "I seemed to be a child before, but now I am completely an adult-but I have a question."

Mourinho suddenly stopped in his tracks - which startled the staff around him. He looked at Cassie intently and eagerly, "You and I seem to have thought of the same thing, right?"

Cassie is not sure if he can think of the same thing as someone like Mourinho, "If you mean, Chris's father was originally a very modest, cautious and even a bit German-like gentleman— —Of course, even though he made some mistakes in his youth that had serious consequences. But why does Chris not have an iota of that blood—I mean, even if he didn’t grow up with his father, but logically the bloodline There must be a little bit of similarity. If you mean that, then yes, we want to go together."

Chris's transformation is really not a subtle change, but more like what inspired his instinctive nature—it was already there, so it doesn't need anyone to teach it, it only needs a period of guidance.

In other words, it is a kind of inheritance, a kind of blood-connected continuation and similarity.

Casey and Mourinho fell into deep thought at the same time.

This logic seems to be correct, but why is it true?

Cassie and Mourinho lowered their heads and thought about moving forward, but when they arrived at the door of the press conference hall, they didn't know what ignited their inspiration, and they suddenly turned to each other in horror, "Chris and Cristia Don't you?"

"What are Chris and Cristiano? Gentlemen?" A reporter who was bored because of waiting and was staying in a secluded place by the door preparing tonight's manuscript rushed over.