Football: When you are at Manchester United, you must score goals

I am Ronaldo, and I will be 38 years old in a few months.

38 years old, an age in professional football, should have retired long ago.

And I am still playing in the Premier League, which is known as the world's number one league.

Many people say that I am old, have lost my peak, and have become a burden to the team.

I am not convinced.

A group of guys who don't know the so-called, they can't even see my back in their careers, so why should they judge me?

I still have a strong body, a wealth of experience, and a perfect shot. How can I be sure that I can't start?

Obviously last season, I could still compete for the league's Golden Boot.

...Obviously I feel that I can keep up with his speed, why am I being thrown farther and farther?

strangeness.

Am I really unable to run anymore?

Haha, I played for only five or ten minutes, and I couldn't even keep up with a small child.

The goalkeeper rushed out, he should have shot earlier, now there is no space, only to try to kill the goalkeeper.

He is pedaling a bicycle, which is really gorgeous and coherent, and his upper body is also doing fake moves, which is much better than when I was young.

I still remember that a month ago, he was a child who didn't even understand the space of the court. Now his ability to read the game is very good.

He's going to rush out from the right.

Sure enough... I am the grandfather of the Premier League cycling action. What are you thinking, how could I not know?

Empty goal, hit goal, score, celebrate.

Really high spirited.

Young is so good.

It seems that more than ten years ago, the fans were as excited as they are today, shouting a person's name.

What is that man's name?

Oh, that person is me, Cristiano Ronaldo.

Ronaldo looked at the young man who walked towards him excitedly after celebrating the goal, with black hair, piercing eyes, sharp-edged face, and smooth skin.

Ronaldo also smiled, and patted the young man's head, "Nice job, Lin!"

I thought, I might be really old.

……

Who can not be old, no one is forever, but there are always people.

Gather up and take off.

As usual, I didn't get a header.

Get up and look at the opponents beside you who you have never even heard of.

How are they so good?

You can even guard against me, Cristiano Ronaldo, why are you not famous at all?

It's coming again, Lin broke through again, his speed is really fast, once he is given room to speed up, no one can stop him.

Take off, head the ball... still miss it.

I'm going to attack again... I'm so tired, can I be lazy and run slowly.

Lin, why did you pass the ball to me, you are so fast, you can take it forward by yourself.

Oh...you want me to help you with the transition.

Haha, Cristiano, who has been on the green field for more than 20 years, can't even understand the thoughts of his teammates.

Lin was slowing down, and it was I who slowed down the counterattack and let a child fall into the opponent's encirclement.

Ah, I should go meet Lin...

I catch the ball, then what?

How to deal with it?

Should I be the same as before, dribbling the ball to attack the opponent's defense?

No, I should give the ball to a teammate.

Yes, I no longer have the ability to break through.

It hurts...the opponent's pressing is so fierce.

I fell to the ground, why didn't the referee call a foul?

No, I'm going to defend!

Ah, beautiful tackle!

Lin, why is it you again?

This is just an ordinary league game. You have established yourself as the main force of the team, so why are you working so hard?

What an eyesore...

I'm so jealous of you...

I envy you for being so young and full of vigor, who can not envy you.

And I am already a remnant of an era.

It doesn't even have the ability to dissipate waste heat.

"Brother, I will pass the ball to you more."

The sound of panting brought me back to my senses.

I looked at him and remained silent for a long time.

I remember he said that he liked me very much and I was his idol.

A lot of people have said this, I don't know if it's a polite word or it's true.

But his admiring gaze did not seem to be fake.

Yes, I am Cristiano Ronaldo, many people look up to me and regard me as an idol.

I shouldn't have acted so embarrassed.

Let's run, Chris.

At least, be a good example.

Catch the ball, do it back, run forward, and open up space for teammates.

Football is so boring sometimes, like a machine, it faithfully fulfills its obligations.

Received the ball in the penalty area, turned around, and hit the goal without an angle, so I had to carry someone to control the ball.

A figure rushed over from diagonally in front. The experience in my mind made me instinctively knock the ball over, and I saw the young man shooting the ball non-stop in the penalty area.

The penalty area is full of people, so the goal should not be scored. I will try to find a chance to score when the penalty area is chaotic.

The ball blew through my hair, making my scalp tingle, and I watched the stunned goalkeeper watch the ball go into the net.

I raised my hand, as always, to celebrate a teammate's goal.

He scored again.

And I have one more assist in the statistics.

Replaced by another player in his position, can also do assists.

I watched him do my signature celebration and saw my younger self again.

Like him, I was once the brightest red flower on the court, and countless top players could only be green leaves beside me, just to set off me.

And now, I have become a green leaf.

I thought of a good friend, Benzema.

You have been a green leaf for me in Real Madrid for so many years, have you ever been unwilling?

Even if you told me, if it was me, you would be willing to be a green leaf.

I left Real Madrid, you are already the safflower of Real Madrid, you must be happier than being a green leaf for me.

After all, who wouldn't want to be a safflower?

And I, Cristiano Ronaldo, have been the most beautiful safflower on the court since I became famous. Now you let me be a green leaf, how can I be reconciled?

Another counterattack from the team.

I ran, ran, ran, ran to the restricted area, and stood still.

Looking at the young man on the wing, he shook the angle explosively and sent a cross.

Here comes the ball again...

Gather up and take off.

It felt good, I could smell the dirt on the ball.

As before, swing your head and attack the goal.

The ball goes in.

I froze for a moment, then ran to the celebration area like a machine, without doing the signature celebration moves.

I feel so tired.

Close your eyes, fold your hands, and place them on your chest.

I saw my career flashing in my mind, telling me I was Cristiano.

Is the strongest football player of this era.

My teammates rushed to me and hugged each other.

Once again I saw the young man's happy face.

What is he happy about?

Happy for the team to seal the victory?

Or happy that I scored an ordinary goal?

I do not know.

All I know is that he is enjoying football.

Same as when I was young.

Ah, I remembered that the celebration was Lin's.

It feels so good.

"There is only one Ronaldo!

Cristiano!Cristiano! "

The fans sang songs dedicated to me many years ago, with undiminished enthusiasm.

Yes, I am Cristiano Ronaldo.

There is only one Cristiano Ronaldo in this world.

Is the strongest football player of this era.