[football] this god

Just as Messi didn't spend too much time on Cristiano, Cristiano hasn't wasted too much time on his old rival at this stage-it's meaningless and there are no sources of information. After all, Messi at this time is just A rookie with potential but not absolutely proven yet.

A Barcelona rookie who has never made an appearance.

Cristiano has more pressing matters to attend to.

For example, find a private nutritionist and physical trainer to help this body improve as soon as possible to withstand the intensity of physical confrontation in the Premier League.

But he ran into a small dilemma: money.

It's a question Cristiano has been away from for a long time - the Real Madrid frontman has been synonymous with expensive and high wages for most of his long career, and he has the money and resources to hire the best team in the world. Help him maintain his condition in the most scientific way.

Cristiano always said "regretfully" to people back then: My secret weapon to maintain my state?Oh, what's my secret weapon?You all know my secret weapon—gentlemen, dear friends, it is money.

Money can't buy youth again, but money can buy scientific maintenance methods.

But now Cristiano is just a fledgling boy. The salary provided by Manchester United's contract is certainly enough for him to live a comfortable and decent life, but it is obviously not enough for him to pay for a world-class and expensive professional team. salary.

The former local tycoon Cristiano felt deeply saddened by this—it’s great to be rich when you have money, and it’s great to be rich when you don’t have money!

This time, as always, his dear Jorge stood up again to help him out, "Cristiano, you don't have to worry about these, these are just unimportant things, you just need to play well, the rest I will take care of." I can do it for you - I'm the best football agent in the world, remember?"

"What is your aspiration?"

Cristiano still remembers one afternoon not long after he first met Mendes, Mendes and he sat side by side on the steps in front of his home on Madeira Island, looking at the passers-by in front of the door from time to time , Say hello to old neighbors from time to time.

It was about this time, as the sun was about to set, that Dolores poked her head out of the kitchen window to tell them to get ready for dinner—and that's when Mendes popped the question to Cristiano.

"Me? I want to be the best striker in history, as great as Pele and Maradora." Cristiano said, "And you, Jorge, what is your dream?"

"Me?" Mendes thought for a moment, "I want to be the best agent in history - I hope that even after 1000 years, we will still be mentioned as the greatest football team in the 21st century. Just Like King Arthur and Archmage Merlin."

"Cristiano, but what I want to do right now is very simple, I just want to protect you, I hope I can handle everything for you, so that you only need to face football - Cristiano, no Merlin The Archmage might not have had King Arthur's career, but there would have been no great Merlin Archmage without King Arthur and his career. It's like the relationship between us."

Cristiano still remembers that he just laughed at the time, but he didn't understand the deep meaning-he didn't distrust Mendes, he just felt that no one in this world could live a simple life that only needs to face one thing. Life.

He insisted on facing this difficult world by himself, and insisted on being a perfect idol. He guessed that this obsession probably made his life more difficult.

He decides to make a modest change when life gives him a second chance.

"Of course Jorge, you always solve everything for me so that I only have to face one thing - it makes my life so much easier," Cristiano told Mendes with a smile.

Mendez looked both moved and confused, but after half a minute of hesitation, he finally just nodded with a smile. "I want your life to be easy, and that's my goal."

Cristiano completely let go of thinking about these trivial matters and devoted himself to training-he didn't want to spend too much time "waiting" for his debut at Manchester United, he was determined to take the initiative to "get", and to get this he Knowing that he needed to put in more effort than he "had ever" meant he had less time to spend on little things that Mendes could have done for him.

"Analysis of recent training data." The teaching assistant explained succinctly, and then handed Jazz a stack of A4 papers in his hand, "By the way, Jazz, apart from what is reflected in these analysis data, little curly hair He's lost a bit of body fat lately, but he's gained weight - I think that means he's going to be a bit stiffer and ugly when he's on the bike.”

Passing by them with a dirty ball in his arms, Cristiano was filled with indignation for his nickname of "little curly hair", "Sir, I swear my The action is very good and very entertaining.”

Jazz squinted his presbyopic eyes to look at the little curly hair and the little braces, then looked at his leg muscles and arms, then turned his head and nodded to the assistant coach, "You are very reasonable, it will indeed be ugly——Cristia No, don't ride your bike, I'm allergic to your technique."

Cristiano walked away angrily.

However, when Cristiano finished changing the ball and walked back to the place where the free kick dummy was placed on the sidelines of the training ground with the new ball in his arms, he found that the Jazz was holding the stack of printing paper, standing there with his hands behind his back and said meaningfully. Looking at him——Cristiano intends to ask what happened. After all, Jazz's eyes clearly mean "I have something to tell you, but if you don't come to ask me, I probably won't say it."

But unexpectedly, the Jazz seem to have no intention of talking to him-at least at this point in time.

He just pointed at a place seemingly very casually, without saying a word.

Cristiano immediately realized that the Jazz wanted him to take a free kick where his finger was, because of the knowledge accumulated in the "once" period-he was not quite sure what made the Jazz decide to watch him practice free kicks , but his long career tells him that's definitely not a bad sign.

So he didn't ask anything, and honestly put the ball to the position of Jazz's finger-it was not a very comfortable penalty spot: it was a bit far from the goal, and the angle formed with the goal was too small.

That's usually not a penalty spot that Cristiano would choose to shoot directly, he prefers to drive from this position in the later period of Real Madrid to find a header from Ramos or someone else, not always scoring but usually quite There is a threat.

But the Jazz obviously didn't want him to find him to cooperate with practice this time. He obviously counted on his little Portuguese curly hair to "make a miracle with great strength" and score directly.

By the way, Cristiano doesn't really like the term "strength makes a miracle". He always believes that his long shots are due to strength rather than luck.

Cristiano puts the ball in place, takes a step back, compasses his legs, puts his hands on his hips, and takes a deep breath—a full set of perfect standard CR7 free kick fore|play.

Run-up, ball touch, strength, angle, and even how tight the arch of the foot should be are all rehearsed countless times in his previous and present lives.

Just the moment he took the ball, Cristiano's experience and intuition told him that he had succeeded.

And he did succeed.

It is not so much a fallen leaf, but rather a piece of dead wood blown up by a strong wind—a momentary uplift and a momentary fall. It is the violence of nature and the beauty of power that is carried in the violence.

Jazz watched all this with a smile, happily patted his thigh with the stack of printing paper, turned his head and walked away without saying a word.

Cristiano looked at Jazz's back, and smiled thoughtfully after a while.

Then, seeing no one around, Cristiano ran up, took off, turned around in the air, and had an o-mouth.

So cool.