[football] this god

This is the first time that the Portuguese curly has appeared in Manchester United's training uniform. Everyone, including the reporters watching the open training from the sidelines, is observing him.

The little curly followed the team to warm up and do leg raises—"The muscle lines of the legs are not bad, take a close-up." A reporter told the camera.

The little curly hair followed the team and stretched its tendons—"It's flexible, and the waist is very low." A reporter jotted down this detail in his small notepad.

Little Curly was next to Ferdinand, and when they were jogging together, he grinned at Ferdinand—"He has a cheerful personality, and he may be able to integrate into the environment quickly." A reporter whispered to the colleagues who came together.

Nobody really doubted Cristiano's talent, they just wondered if he could really take on Manchester United's number seven.

Perhaps in order to quickly resolve these doubts, the Jazz immediately asked the players to start a confrontation in groups after the warm-up ended—"Ferdinand, what are you doing? Go to the group opposite Cristiano!" Ferdinand of Cristiano's team, "Go to the other team!"

"Fanny, you too!" Jazz turned to his other main force with the tact that people of his age usually don't have, "Go to another team! Who allowed you to play with Cristiano? Howard, and you , to keep the goal opposite Cristiano."

Manchester United's main goalkeeper was reluctantly dragged away by a gloating Ferdinand.

"Substitute?" a reporter muttered to his colleagues, "Of course, he is still a child, and I also think that young people at this age should sit on the bench first when they come to Manchester United-but the problem is if the Jazz treat him. Why should he be given the number 7 when his position is so clear? For God's sake, Manchester United's number 7 does not sit on the bench."

Howard, who walked slowly to the goal and stood in front of the goal, turned his head and whispered, as if he was very confused by the series of seemingly contradictory decisions of the Jazz, and even the dissatisfied media lamented in their hearts.

But he didn't say anything.

The assistant coach threw the ball at Cristiano's feet and signaled him to kick off. Cristiano stopped the rolling ball with his foot, rubbed it twice, and then passed it to the one behind him with his toe. A player in his own team - it doesn't really matter who he is, anyway, the ball will be passed back to him soon.

The ball did return to Cristiano's feet very quickly.

Ferdinand rushed forward as if facing a formidable enemy, and as soon as his brain got hot, he shoveled up.

"Ferdinand is about to be beaten to death by Jazz." A reporter exclaimed.

——Although other media colleagues looked sideways, they still strongly support this hypothesis in their hearts.

After all, there are more than 1000 million teenagers, even if they shovel their leg hair, it is estimated that Jazz will feel so distressed that he can't sleep.

But Ferdinand was not killed by the Jazz in the end-this is all thanks to Cristiano's ability to respond.

Cristiano reacted quickly. Seeing Ferdinand's feet stretched out, he quickly poked the ball between his legs, and then crossed the upcoming obstacle a second before the opponent's feet were in place, and received his own two seconds. A forward pass to the ball.

By the way, he still didn't forget to turn his head and wink at Fernandi.

If this went on the field, twenty legs would have to be tackled. The Premier League doesn't like the mischievousness and arrogance of young boys-Ferdinand had such an idea at a completely inopportune time.

"It's too ironic." An assistant coach whispered to the Jazz. "England is not a stadium that tolerates tricks-we are known for violent football. If he wants to be Manchester United's No. 7, he must realize this quickly."

Jazz snorted, noncommittal.

Cristiano didn't take the ball for too long, and he didn't think about shooting directly as some people imagined. In fact, he quickly found a forward teammate as a pass object-this ball can be handled very simply: the ball arrives Foot, direct push, Cristiano has tried this kind of goal countless times in his life, and the success rate is very high.

He was ready at that second to jump on the opponent and celebrate a great victory.

However, I am most afraid of "but" in everything, but basically everything has a "but" - for example, but it just missed the goal...

"None of this?" Cristiano murmured in a low voice, with his hands on his hips and his eyes covered.

Ferdinand was very grateful to his teammate who missed the shot, and he did not forget to pat his opponent on the shoulder to express his gratitude before throwing the ball into the field-they are like this, even if it is an intra-team confrontation, they are not willing to lose .

Cristiano is obviously not someone who is willing to lose even a team confrontation-the Jazz and other players can clearly see this, so if they think that the little curly will be desperate to shoot himself Making up for mistakes and proving one's ability at the same time is a completely rational judgment.

After all, when a competitive spirit is combined with the quick temper that youths usually have, you can hardly expect a young player to handle the ball reasonably, trust and support his teammates as always.

But Cristiano didn't.

In fact, on the contrary, Cristiano continued to show his organizational skills tirelessly.

Taking advantage of the break in the middle, Keane took Van Nistelrooy and whispered on the sidelines.

"How do you feel?" Keane was the first to ask.

"Very stable, not impatient, good vision and passing accuracy. But I have a problem..." Van Nistelrooy said hesitantly.

Keane nodded. "I know—you're trying to say that he doesn't look like an experienced kid, does he?"

"Yes, he even knows how to deal with his emotions on the court, such as how to avoid complaining to his teammates," Ruud van Nistelrooy said, "but although it is very unusual, in general, it is still very good -- We can avoid wasting time worrying about his emotional issues."

Keane agrees.

"How is it?" a reporter whispered to his colleague, "What do you think of this Ronaldo?"

"Two points." The colleague raised two fingers and said earnestly, "First, he likes riding a bicycle too much, but his riding is not as good-looking as Ronaldinho's - his upper body is stiff and backward, if he insists on keeping it For this technical move, I think the Jazz have to find him a yoga instructor. Second, I doubt whether he can adapt to the Premier League. He seems to be more suitable for the Spanish league-don’t you think? The physical confrontation is not so intense, yes The technical requirements are higher."

The reporter refused to comment on the conflict between his colleagues' aesthetic requirements and their understanding of the Premier League.

"Second, he is too obsessed with passing the ball. Can't he see that the Jazz want to give him a chance to prove himself? As a forward, shouldn't he try to score a goal first?" That colleague seemed to be interested in Cristiano. Some kind of question arose in his mind.

Keane heard the conversation and couldn't help turning his head to look at the two reporters, and said softly, "He shouldn't be bound by football 'regulars'. "

Fanny nodded imperceptibly.