football superstar

The warm-up match of the national team is actually a process to help the head coach understand the recruited players. They are all carefully selected players from their own country, and their abilities are beyond doubt. The reason is that many players cannot keep their positions consistent with those in the club.

Just like Nelson, who likes to play right winger, he must be moved to the left, and this process must be adapted through warm-up matches.

Clemens did not have any worries in this regard. He is a goalkeeper, and no matter how much he adjusts, it is impossible to throw him into the midfield. Therefore, when Nelson murmured while holding his head, Clemens crossed his legs leisurely. Sitting on the bed, eyes slightly closed as if falling asleep.

This weird behavior caught the attention of Ronaldo. When the national team assembled, they all lived in the same hotel. As the number one figure of the national team, Ronaldo always likes to pay more attention to the young players who have just entered the national team. .No matter how many times Clemens blocked him, now that they are teammates in the same national team, Ronaldo must take care of him more.

As soon as he opened the door, Ronaldo saw Clemens in a strange posture. He was slightly taken aback, thinking that Clemens was asleep, so he couldn't help lowering his voice: "Does he usually sleep like this?"

Nelson, who was still worried about his national team's debut performance, jumped up from the bed and stared at Ronaldo with a red face.

Idol!Did I see you again!

Nelson restrained his urge to rush forward, and now he just said with a smile: "Thomas didn't fall asleep, he was just resting. He said that doing so can fully relax his nerves, and I have followed suit."

"Is it working well?"

"I couldn't cross my legs, and finally my butt was numb."

The corners of Ronaldo's eyes twitched, and then he saw Clemens opened his eyes and met his. Ronaldo was not polite, and walked directly in front of Clemens: "Little devil, you will be training later." Come with me."

Nelson really wanted to protest, since they were all in our group before... But after seeing Clemens nodding his head noncommittally, the abandoned squirrel continued to bury itself on the bed motionless with a depressed expression.

Ronaldo is very curious about Clemens' training method. After all, such a demon star who turned out like an iron gate always carries some sense of mystery.

But when Ronaldo couldn't break through Clemens' hands after an hour of continuous shooting training, Ronaldo put his hands on his hips: "Are you training?" The goalkeeper should take care of the forward's self-esteem anyway. Bar?No one can get in during the game, and now no one can get in during training... Ronaldo really wants to tie this little brat to the door frame!

Clemens tightened the gloves on his hands, with a calm expression: "Be serious at any time, Chris, I believe you can do it."

Before Ronaldo could speak, he heard a faint voice behind him: "Don't believe him, I have been teammates with him for so long, and I haven't been able to send the ball into his goal that time. He is training There will never be any water in the water.”

Clemens glanced at Nelson: "We're teammates." So I'm going to be strict with you.

Nelson looked back firmly: "Fortunately, we are teammates." Otherwise, I would have put a sack on you and beat you...

In a "happy" atmosphere, the special plane of the Brazilian national team arrived in Lisbon, Portugal.

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Clemens was about to go back to his room to rest after a day of training, and then he saw a man with a backpack on his back and getting out of the elevator.

"Thomas." Kaka looked a little surprised, he pulled off his earphones, walked in front of Clemens with a smile.

Clemens looked behind him. In fact, he already knew that the Brazilian national team would stay in the same hotel. This warm-up match was purely for friendship, and they belonged to different continents. Conflict with each other, living in the same building will not have any conflicts.But now that Kaka is not accompanied by any teammates, Clemens is a little surprised: "I thought you and your teammates would live together."

Kaka still had a smile on his face: "The Brazilian national team divides the rooms based on the sleeping time of the players. I go to bed very early every day. Those children have a different schedule from mine, so I can often enjoy to have a room to myself.”

Clemens looked at Kaka enviously. Nelson is also a night owl, but the Portuguese national team arranges the rooms according to the order of the club teammates. Clemens has been dragged by Nelson and Pepe for three nights in a row. They played cards together...

Kaka didn't see what Clemens was thinking. He looked at Clemens and knew that he had just finished training. This time, the Brazilian national team had accepted Portugal's invitation to play a game. The players who had just got off the plane We need to rest tonight and will not arrange any training content, so Kaka smiled and said: "I haven't congratulated you yet." He said, and he walked forward first.

Clemens also subconsciously followed, completely forgetting that he wanted to go back to the room to rest, and just followed Kaka to another corridor and said, "Congratulations?"

"The final of the King's Cup, it seems that my guess is very accurate." Kaka reached out and took out the room card and opened the door.

Clemens followed in without hesitation at all, the Brazilian closed the door with a smile, put his backpack on the bed and began to take things outside, Clemens sat on the soft sofa and walked slowly Said: "Deportivo will be the champion. I promised Mr. Vazquez that Deportivo will win a championship trophy."

Kaka's eyes moved slightly. This Real Madrid superstar has never been a gossip person, but he knows a lot of things, especially now that he has firmly stood by Mourinho's side and shared the same relationship with him. Kaka, a broker, is well aware of Clemens' current situation.

But Kaka didn't want to say much about it, just put the clothes neatly in the bedside cabinet, turned on the bedside lamp and said, "How are you doing in the Portuguese national team?" Pass a soft pillow to Clemens.

"It's not bad. Mr. Bento promised me a starting position. Chris is also kind enough and friendly. It would be better if he didn't pull me to practice more every day." Ronaldo obviously has a posture of not giving up until he scores a goal. This made Clemens have to increase the amount of training recently.She reached out to take the pillow and hugged it directly in her arms, with her chin resting on the soft pillow. Her short blond hair was clean and refreshing. Kaka rubbed it subconsciously when she retracted her hand.

Clemens didn't resist this action, instead he narrowed his eyes slightly and yawned slightly.

Kaka saw that Clemens was exhausted. His hands did not leave the top of the blond boy's head, but he lowered his voice a bit: "Sleepy?"

Mr. Daochang nodded. Mr. Daochang, who is used to going to bed at nine o'clock, has been going to bed late for several days, but the next morning's biological clock is very fixed and he wakes up very early. Although this will not affect Mr. Daochang's body State and competitive level, but after being rubbed like this now, it is inevitable that some eyelids will fight.

Kaka grabbed Clemens' arm and threw the blond boy on another bed before he could react. Instead of pulling the pillow he was still clinging to, he pulled The quilt covered him: "Go to sleep for a while."

Clemens tried his best to open his eyes: "Nelson will look for me tonight..." It's always bad to be out of three in a card group.

Kaka smiled slightly when she heard this, and her voice was calm: "It's okay, I will call you when the time comes."

Only then did Clemens close his eyes firmly, but he seemed a little uneasy.Just after training, the cells in his body were still in a state of excitement. Even though his brain told Clemens that he was sleepy and wanted to rest, his body didn't fully obey the orders of his brain.

Kaka leaned forward slightly, stretched out his hand, and slowly patted Clemens' body, but there was a melody that Clemens was not familiar with.

This is a Brazilian folk song that Kaka often hums when he is coaxing Luka to sleep. It is a lullaby that every Brazilian knows, but now it is used by Kaka to coax his own children.Clemens' breathing slowly eased, and he fell asleep in a moment.

And at ten o'clock in the evening, when Nelson was still depressed about how he couldn't find Clemens to play cards today, he heard the sound of the door being pushed open from the outside.He subconsciously sat up from the bed, and then saw a person walking into the dark room, holding a dark thing in his arms...

"Who?" Nelson subconsciously picked up the phone at hand and held it in front of his chest for self-defense.

"Kaka, bring Thomas back."

Then, Nelson saw the black thing being slowly placed on the bed belonging to Clemens, and after the quilt was opened, the peaceful sleeping face of the blond boy came into Nelson's sight, and the one who was pointing at Nelson Nelson, the man who gestured with his index finger in front of his lips, also saw it. He first yelled "Kaka" in surprise, and then covered his mouth.

Kaka smiled, stared at Nelson twice more, and left after saying "good night" to Nelson when Nelson felt his neck was getting cold.

Nelson lay down directly, muttering, "I must be dreaming and being silly, otherwise how could I see Kaka hugging Thomas?" Then he buried himself in the quilt and forced himself to sleep.

However, Clemens, who had been keeping his eyes closed all the time, calmed down in the room, his golden eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, looking at the soft pillow that was still tightly hugged in his arms. What sounded was the song that Kaka just said.

Gentle, warm, with the care of a treasure.

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The next afternoon, Portugal's friendly against Brazil took place as scheduled.