[football] this god

Chapter 157

Mendes was still basking in the sun in Spain when he received a text message from Cristiano in the morning, but after reading the text message, he immediately jumped up and bought the nearest plane ticket to Manchester, waiting for Cristiano and Rooney When he left the training ground after practice, Mendes was already waiting eagerly at the gate of the training ground.

Rooney hasn't said a word to Mendes yet. First of all, he is satisfied with this efficiency and how much he is valued.

The pimp was pulled and sent to the bridal chamber. As for whether it will be successful or not, it is up to Mendes himself. Cristiano jumped into the newly bought car and went home by himself without any psychological burden-he still loves the small bicycle Yes, but there is no way, the newly bought villa is a bit far from the training ground.

Before it was time for dinner, the Guardian published an article to whitewash Rooney. Within an hour, the BBC broke the news that Rooney had terminated his contract with his former agent and switched to Mendez's work-Rooney's agent was nothing. Fame, and Rooney is the only famous player under his hand. Compared with Mendes in any aspect, he can be beaten eight blocks by Mendes. Therefore, although the incident happened suddenly, it is not too shocking.

Jazz also knew about this at this time. He didn't need to ask to know that this matter must have something to do with Cristiano-in fact, anyone with a brain can guess it.

For example, Mrs. Sir also guessed.

"Your Cristiano is not only talented in football, but also good in business." Mrs. Sir smiled and said to Sir after reading the report. She has been married to Sir for many years. Although they are more gentle, their ideas are not too different. .She also thinks that if the player plays well, it's over. Don't do those other things, it's not serious, "You should discipline him."

Moreover, she didn't have a very good impression of Cristiano. Although she knew afterwards that her husband had waited for Cristiano without saying hello before the European Cup final, the first impression of Mrs. Jazz still remained.

Jazz took a sip of tea, "Cristiano is a good boy, he knows what he is doing, I don't want to worry about him - his achievements will be great."

My ladyship was astonished.

at the same time.

Although Maradona is far away in Argentina, he also saw the report at this moment, and he was even more embarrassed. He turned to his little girl Giannina and sighed, "Do you want to go to Manchester to study? You can read anything."

Giannina stretched out her hand to let the manicurist who came to serve her nails to put on her nails. She turned her head and glanced at her father in the midst of her busy schedule, "Why do you like him so much? Didn't the FIFA people say that? The team's constitution cannot be changed, and those who have played in international competitions for adult men's football teams in other countries cannot change their national team. Besides, even if it can be changed, you want me to marry Ronaldo just to make him an Argentine? Is the sacrifice too great? And even if I am willing, others may not be willing."

Maradona slapped his thigh anxiously, "You are not promising! You are beautiful, what is he not happy about? I don't know this group of players? They are beautiful and have a good figure, and the rest is not important—— Don’t you too? Good-looking and good-looking, don’t you just like this? I think you two just meet each other’s mate selection criteria. Besides, if he marries you, he will be my son-in-law. I don’t know how many people want to be my son-in-law I am happy! Let him do it, because I think highly of him."

Giannina rolled her eyes slowly and contemptuously, "I just don't like him. If you like him that much, you can marry him—hey, hey, this black dot is sticking crookedly." She looked at the manicurist's hands Shake, stop it quickly.

"Could it be who you are looking for? Or why do you look down on Ronaldo so much? Who do you look at? Can it be better than the Ronaldo I am looking for?" Maradona's father's little radar started, and instantly It was detected that there might be a wild man with evil intentions around her daughter.

Giannina's fingers trembled, and the manicurist's tweezers were unsteady and directly poked the small black dot patch on Giannina's fingers.

Giannina didn't dare to cry out in pain.

Maradona was heartbroken, "Who is it?"

Giannina hasn't agreed to be with Aguero yet, and even if her eyes are blurred with fly shit, she knows that Aguero is a complete failure against Ronaldo except for an Argentine nationality-and even the matter of Argentine nationality It is also possible to be disgusted, for example: He is useless, why was he not born as a Portuguese, and gave up the indicator of Argentine nationality to Ronaldo?

She knows her own father very well, and her own father can definitely say such a thing.

She rolled her eyes several times, and choked out a sentence, "I really like Messi—low-key and gentle, and good at playing football. Isn't he better than Ronaldo?"

Giannina is quite sure about this answer. Although Maradona likes Messi better than Ronaldo, it is a fact that Messi's talent is outstanding after all. In addition, taking advantage of Argentine nationality, she thinks that Maradona Nana couldn't say anything.

Maradona thought about this issue very seriously.

"Leo is a good boy and I like him very much."

"Then you still say to me 'Argentina wished it had Ronaldo', 'Messi is his best teammate' - I thought you thought Messi was inferior to Ronaldo. "Giannina quickly changed the subject, hoping that her father would think about Messi and forget about finding a boyfriend for herself.

Maradona sighed and shook his head.

——"You played well," Maradona remembers what he said to Leo when he went to the Argentine locker room. "You may be able to help Argentina get a World Cup back."

Leo looked very pleasantly surprised at the time, taking his words as a great recognition and encouragement, his face was blushing, and it took a long time before he stammered: "Thank you, sir. I, you still remember me?"

Maradona likes boys who are wild like wolves. They are gentle and shy and never please him, so although he also recognizes Leo's talent, Leo's introversion does not make him happy-and, they today Isn't it the first time we met?Why do you say "remember"?

"I don't remember, have I seen you?" Maradona thought about the appearance of the child in front of him, but shook his head very honestly, "I don't remember."

He has never been a social expert, and he has no slick skills at all. In addition, he has an extraordinary status in Argentina, and he is used to not being too lazy to care about what others think of him-of course, after he became an extraordinary status In fact, he was not good at caring what others thought of him before.

The reason why a mixed person is called a mixed person is because nothing can change him.

The redness on Leo's face faded, and he became pale again.He looked down at his fingers, not knowing what to say.

Maradona is even less interested in this conversation - again, this kind of reserved and introverted boy has never been able to please him, he likes Ronaldo's little bastard, "Anyway, you played well today .”

Leo still bowed his head.

Maradora was too lazy to give Xiaonian a psychological massage, and was about to leave as soon as she waved her hand.

But he didn't expect that Leo suddenly spoke at this time, "You once told the coach of the youth training camp that you wanted him to pay attention to me-don't you remember? I was eight or nine years old at that time, and you watched it once. our game."

Maradona thought for a while with his neck up, and felt as if he had indeed said this—after all, there were not many children who were regarded as pearls by his sharp eyes at the age of eight or nine, "Ah, I remembered , you're that little boy from Newell's, right? Who were you playing against? River Plate?"

"Follow the river bed." Leo gave an affirmative answer, secretly happy that Maradona remembered this.

Maradona breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, he just had a hunch that if he couldn't tell where he saw Leo today, he wouldn't even think about leaving the Argentine locker room and going back to sleep—from this point of view, Leo also seems to be considered tough.But, Maradona thought, why did he find this toughness so foreign?

"Great." Maradona said perfunctorily, planning to leave.

"You have an impression of me, don't you?" Leo continued to ask, "Did you take a fancy to me at that time?"

Maradona turned to look at him.To be honest, in Argentina and even in the world, there are countless young people who admire Maradona and wait for him to say something to recognize him, but the vast majority of them are Maradona. Yes—but even if he looked at Leo a lot, it didn't mean he was happy to catch up with the young man or something.

Although Maradona is not young, he is not old enough to chatter anyone.

"If you were so young and I let your coach pay attention to you, then of course I am very optimistic about your talent and potential. Well, your talent really impresses me. Well young man, the past doesn't matter Now, play well for Argentina and win the World Cup—this is your responsibility." Maradona waved his hand and said casually.

"What if I don't win the World Cup for Argentina?" Leo suddenly asked softly.

No one has ever asked Maradona this way before. Maradona turned his head and gave Leo a strange look, and said casually: "If you can't win the World Cup? Then what's the value of your talent?"

Leo's face paled even more.

——Maradona got a headache when he thought of this child, "Do I sometimes speak too hard?"

he asked Giannina suddenly.

Although she didn't know what nonsense her father said, Giannina still looked at Maradona sympathetically and nodded.