[football] this god

Chapter 126

"I'm here to say goodbye to you today."

In the last training session before the new year, Keane said this to everyone.

"I'm leaving Manchester United for Celtic in Scotland. I'm glad I'm in Scotland so I don't have to face you guys, we've been back to back.

Neville and a few old friends pretended that sand had blown into the locker room and rubbed their eyes quietly.

The youngsters were also affected by the situation, not as sad but also silent - which made the dressing room even more sad.

Cristiano was silent.

Keane and a few old partners hugged and said goodbye - they didn't say anything, just exchanged words of entrustment and blessings such as taking care of injuries and the team's good results.He originally wanted to leave after finishing this part. After all, the young man was not close to him, and there was no need to say anything.But when Keane saw Cristiano who was holding the water bottle with his head down, he couldn't help but walk over.

"Won't you say goodbye to me?" Keane squatted down and asked Cristiano who was sitting.

Cristiano turned his head away angrily and remained silent.

Keane looked at Cristiano with a straight face, but couldn't help laughing after a while.

He ruffled Cristiano's curls, looked left and right to make sure no one could hear them before saying, "I don't know who that Argentine is, but if it's 'he', Cristiano, tell me, You know this is highly confidential. "—he said it anyway, and he thought it might be the last thing he did for Manchester United.

There was no sign of Keane's words, and Cristiano froze all over.

Keane looked at him, and his hands and feet started to get cold, because he was finally sure that his speculation was not unreasonable - this kid is too brave, he may have no idea what this relationship with another man may be like destroy his career.Keane thought.

"How do you know?" Cristiano asked quietly.

"You shouldn't mention the name Messi in front of anyone." Keane patted Cristiano on the shoulder, "It will be easy to find out."

Cristiano wanted to ask something, but at this moment Giggs came over and wanted to say something to Keane, so Keane immediately terminated their discussion on this topic-"Ryan, what's the matter?"

Giggs looked a little puzzled at Keane and Cristiano, who were obviously talking about whispers that they didn't want to be known-when were they close enough to whisper together?Giggs thought so.But out of respect for his friend's privacy, he still didn't ask the question.

"Oh, me and Gary and Leo would like to ask you if you want to have lunch together." Giggs explained.

Keane nodded, patted Cristiano on the shoulder again and followed Giggs away.

Cristiano was a little flustered by Keane's two words, and went back to his newly bought house top-heavy. When he opened the door, he saw Messi sitting on the floor of the dining room with a small brush trying to clean the carpet. Small patches of stains.

Speaking of that stain, Cristiano felt it was entirely Messi's fault - if he hadn't tried to move the toast plate on the table to make room for the glass while Cristiano was bringing out the milk for breakfast, Cristiano Arno wouldn't be hit by him and spilled milk on his arm.

"I think it's very clean, basically invisible." Leo looked up at Cristiano who came in, raised the small brush in his hand and said seriously, "Come and see."

Cristiano felt the stain was the least of the things right now.

"Roy found out about us." Cristiano walked over in a trance and sat down on the carpet.

Leo was taken aback at first, but when he realized who Roy was, he went back to studying the rug, "Isn't that obvious? Mr. Keene obviously figured it out long ago—before you gave him I thought you weren't naive enough to imagine that Mr. Keen was stupid enough to just "just ask" when you texted back that my gimmick was stupid.By the way, I'll say it again, I'm not stupid to excel. "

Whether people are stupid or not can be discussed later.

"Why aren't you worried?" Cristiano sighed.

"Why should I worry?" Leo wondered. "It doesn't matter who I'm with? I'm not saying I don't know that it's special for footballers to be in a relationship with another man - I just thought Say, who knows, it doesn't matter to me."

Cristiano didn't know what to say for a moment.

Leo put the small brush in the toolbox beside him, and looked at Cristiano seriously for a while, "Are you scared?"

Cristiano shook his head subconsciously, "Of course not! I'm not afraid!"

Leo let out a sneer of disbelief.

Cristiano looked at him and said nothing.

"I thought about this too at first, but then I figured it out." Leo stuffed the carpet cleaner into the toolbox, ready to finish cleaning, "Maradona kissed Caniggia, but no one could discredit What they've achieved - that's enough, isn't it? I just have to play well. It doesn't matter to me who doesn't like it."

Cristiano didn't seem to expect him to say that, and was stunned again.

Leo was very sure of the correctness of his answer, but the delay in hearing Ronaldo's answer made him a little uneasy, "You think what I said is wrong?"

"I don't want to stigmatize us," Cristiano said.

Leo looked at him blankly.

Cristiano suddenly realized what ambiguity he had caused-only doing the wrong thing can produce stigma.

"I'm not saying... I'm not saying we did something wrong, I just think..." Cristiano scratched his head, not knowing how to explain it.

Leo packed the toolbox silently, then got up and put the toolbox into the utility room - Cristiano followed, "I didn't mean that. I just think..."

"You should think it through." Leo said sullenly while tidying up the utility room and trying to clear a larger space for the tool box, "This is not a trivial matter-I have always thought clearly, I I thought you knew that too."

"I know, I'm just worried."

Leo turned his head and frowned, "If you are worrying about me so needlessly, I think clearly - Mr. Aveiro, I know what I am doing. You may think that I am not as old as you, but I I'm not stupid, I know how to think before doing things."

"What if they scold you if you are discovered?"

"Nothing to do. I don't care about those things." Leo frowned, "Why do you care what others say? Isn't it enough to do your own thing?"

——“Isn’t it troublesome to prepare for court?”

Cristiano remembers that shortly after his tax case happened "that year", when he was on vacation in Ibiza, he ran into Messi, who was also on vacation, and Messi suddenly asked him this.

Cristiano remembered at that time that Messi had also appeared in court for the case. "It's annoying, and what's more annoying is the public opinion, you know, like flies buzzing in your ears every day."

"Ignore them." Macy said lightly, "Just prepare to appear in court. It doesn't matter what the media reports. They are not judges and cannot judge."

"But they tried to make me suffer a stigma that I didn't deserve," Cristiano said angrily.

"But that's useless, it can't affect you." Macy frowned, "Why do you care what other people say?"

"If I don't care what other people say, why can't I pay some money and pay a fine to just shut up the court? Why should I go to court?" Cristiano said dissatisfied.

"Isn't that a process? Because I have to go, so I went. I thought you were too." Messi asked—he didn't find it strange that he was asking this way at all. "I don't care what the media says, it has nothing to do with me." .”

Cristiano was speechless for a while, and it took a while.

"It was like a knife on my neck!" Cristiano was a little emotional, "They slandered me! They made countless people think that I am a shameless person! Why?! That's not me! I didn't do that matter!"

Messi seemed to think that Cristiano was very strange, "Slandering can't change the facts. You are who you are. Is it because others say that you are not as capable as Ibrahimovic, are you not the top card of Real Madrid and the winner of the Ballon d'Or? The same reason, others Are you shameless if you say you are shameless?"

"You don't understand anything!" Cristiano scratched his hair irritably.

Messi nodded, turned his head to look at the sea, "You're right, you don't understand anything."

——"What would you do?" Leo continued to ask suddenly, interrupting Cristiano's memory, "Because others hate us together, so we broke up?"

Cristiano shook his head.

Leo looked at him, waiting for him to give himself a plan.

"I'll let them know they were wrong," Cristiano said. "I'll have someone who slanders me apologize to me - sooner or later, but one day."

"You don't have to care, but I do."

Leo frowned and looked at Cristiano, and shook his head with a smile after a while, "It's okay."

Anyway, I won't break up, and neither can you.Leo thought so.

——"Oh, by the way, by the way, I went to check your bug, it's Gaudí's bug." Cristiano said suddenly after regaining his strength, "I've said it a long time ago. What artist."

Leo kind of wants to break up.