[football] this god

Coca-Cola finally signed Cristiano and was determined to make a big deal.

"Portugal's new idol." Harvey carefully looked at the full-page Coca-Cola latest advertisement published in "Mundo Deportivo", and read the introduction word by word, "What kind of name is this? Why not Manchester United New Star, European Cup Best in the final?"

Iniesta glanced at him, pulled the newspaper over quickly with his hands and feet, took out the old newspaper that had been padded in his cabinet, and replaced it with a new one-the club had painted the cabinet before, but before that Iniesta actually Bugs were found in the cabinet, neither of which was good news, so he decided to cover the cabinet with newspapers, "Portugal's new idol sounds better? Maybe? I guess."

Harvey curled his lips, "He likes to be in the limelight, but he is not a big talent."

"Why don't you like Ronaldo..." Iniesta was surprised by the seemingly rootless hostility, "Have you met him?"

"No. I just hate this greasy-haired and pink-faced look." Harvey said, "Look at it, it's just a little boy, who is good at hooking up ignorant girls."

Leo sat on the side, thinking of Ronaldo's "girlfriend", and nodded silently.

"And I have evidence," Harvey said. "I heard that the model who co-starred with Ronaldo in the commercial is dating Ronaldo."

Iniesta looked like she was about to roll her eyes. "For God's sake, the model has come out on her own to disprove rumors - she has a boyfriend she's dating."

"But no matter what, there is no such thing as a storm." Harvey said persistently.

Iniesta ignored him.

It was around this time that Ronaldinho walked into the locker room, and he saw Leo sitting in the corner arranging his equipment, and then walked towards him, "Leo, do you still remember the day you talked to me? Are you talking about that friend of yours? God, there are too many similar fools in this world. A friend of mine who used to be extremely opposed to marriage actually told me yesterday that he was going to get married—to be honest, I thought he had already figured it out The so-called love, marriage, family."

Leo couldn't help laughing.

Xavi and Iniesta glanced at each other, but the two future Barcelona core figures who were also young themselves were not quite sure whether they should really do something at this time.

They weren't sure, so they didn't say anything for now.

"Marriage, family, it's like a chain around your neck—seriously, why would a person who once said such wise words get married?" Ronaldinho couldn't help but be immersed in this sad news. Extricate yourself, "He actually told me that he saw his angel and savior... This is an absolute lie. If you want me to say that God has long since given up saving a prodigal son of his level. Leo, what did your friend say? He also met an angel?"

"I didn't ask him," Leo replied, "but I guess God gave up on saving his kind of bastard."

— Cristiano of Manchester sneezes.

"Love and marriage are unpredictable." Ronaldinho summed up the conversation between them, "By the way, I forgot to tell you yesterday, the pass you had in training yesterday was very good - that If we practice the routine a few more times, it will definitely be very powerful in the competition."

Leo wasn't quite sure which pass Ronaldinho was talking about, he recalled carefully, "Do you mean the one you run in behind and I cross, or the one I pass back from the side and you drive past the one? "

"The first one." Ronaldinho said this very firmly without even thinking about it.

That was a cooperation that Leo was quite satisfied with personally.

When Leo receives the pass from Harvey, he is aware of the position of everyone on the field and the possible direction of movement-many people think that needs to be calculated, but Leo doesn't think it is necessary. Intuition can also be perceived.

He saw Ronaldinho—to be precise, he didn't process who the person standing there was in his brain, he just knew someone was there, and then he relied on his familiarity with everyone to instinctively It reflects the ability level of the opponent.

Everything comes from instinct, and there is no need for redundant data processing and thinking.

He broke through with the ball, and the opponent immediately accelerated from the side to the center-the defender didn't expect this, and the reaction was not timely enough.Leo passed the ball in the seconds before a defender appeared in front of him, and Ronaldinho sure enough pushed and scored.

But Leo is only "relatively satisfied".

- Ronaldinho's reaction was obviously still slow, so he couldn't get closer to the goal, and Leo had to pass back a little bit more in order to let him touch the ball.Fortunately, Ronaldinho shot very well, so the ball was not wasted.

Leo nodded, "But your running position is not good enough-I have seen other teams pass and catch the ball. Although the passer's pass is not good enough, the receiver's running position is more accurate. But The difference is that I don't need you to judge my ball path and speed, I just need you to run about three meters further forward."

Ronaldinho was surprised at first that Leo said so many words in one breath, but then he laughed at the other party's conceited statement, "So who have you seen doing this pass? Which one? The ball player's running position is better than mine?"

There are very few people in today's football who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Ronaldinho. He thought for a while, "Zidane? Beckham? No, they are organizers, usually not finishers. So who else? Ronaldo?"

Leo was taken aback by the name Ronaldo, but then he realized that Ronaldinho was referring to the Ronaldo of Real Madrid, not Manchester.

"It's the bastard who found a girlfriend - he doesn't play football very well, he's just good at running." Leo "defamed" Ronaldo with a complex mentality that included pranks and reluctance to share with others. .

- Manchester's Cristiano sneezed again.

Anyone with a normal brain can hear that this is a completely wrong evaluation: a player who is good at "running" must be a person with outstanding consciousness. Of course, such a person cannot "play football well."

But it's just an insignificant thing-at least for Ronaldinho, it's an insignificant thing, so he doesn't mean to be serious about it at all.

"Have you practiced this with him anyway?" Ronaldinho suddenly felt a little gossip.

Only then did Leo remember that when he and Ronaldo were together, they only talked about football except for bickering, but they never practiced with real swords and guns. This can be written down, and if you see Ronaldo again, you can try it.

Leo thought so, then faced Ronaldinho's question, he shook his head, "No."

"Is he a professional player? Where does he play? Spain?" Ronaldinho continued to ask.

Leo frowned. He didn't want to tell others too much about Ronaldo-not that it was shameful for the two of them to know this, he just didn't like to share it with others.

This is his secret, even if his father asks about it, he will definitely keep it secret.

"We're not that familiar." This is an obvious perfunctory excuse, but Ronaldinho doesn't seem surprised by Leo's "stinginess".

He just shrugged, "Well, I guess it was a secret between you two or something—but honestly, I really want to see his moves, since you're complimenting him so much."

Leo seemed to smile, but didn't say any more, just lowered his head and continued to organize his equipment.

Ronaldinho didn't say any more, returned to his seat and started to change clothes.

Leo watched him leave, then took out his mobile phone from his backpack and checked the match schedule—"Are you going to play in the next league game after the Champions League?"

He was lucky, Barcelona's mid-week Champions League group match was the day before Manchester United's game, and the next league game was on the weekend, which usually meant that they would train in the morning on the second day after the Champions League, and on the third day. Get a rest in order to have better physical strength in the fourth day of the league.

Cristiano didn't train today, and he is now looking at a new house with the company of an agent—he still prefers a bigger villa, although the previous apartment was not bad, but it always seemed shy.

"It won't happen if the Champions League starts. After all, there's only two days between. What's the matter?" He thought for a while and didn't think why Messi asked this suddenly, "What's your business?"

"Buy me a ticket to the Champions League, I want to watch the game." Messi replied quickly, as if he didn't think Cristiano would refuse at all.

However, Cristiano is not so easy to be "requested".

"beg me."

"I can sit in the home team's stand. You don't have to send it to me when you buy it. When I go to Manchester, I will find it for you." Messi turned a deaf ear to Cristiano's request.

Cristiano was determined not to swallow his breath.

— "Oh... well," he replied.

Rio was satisfied with Ronaldo's sense of humor, "Then if you don't have a training session on the second day of the game, let's play football."

Cristiano almost threw his phone out of the window on the second floor under the surprised gaze of the agent.

He stared at the phone screen, "What did you say?"

"Play football, you and me. One on one." Leo typed out his thoughts word by word.