[football] this god

Chapter 242

Cristiano was hit hard, and he was depressed for two or three days, lying in the room thinking about major events in life when he had nothing to do.

Leo had cared about his mental health twice, but seeing that Cristiano was ignorant and depressed, he left him alone—after all, Leo had never been a eloquent person.

But Rio has been thinking about Ronaldo.

"Kun," Leo suddenly said to Aguero while eating lunch, "If a team has a superstar, a first-class playmaker and a finisher, and at the same time there is a lack of people who can effectively organize the attack, you say he Should we organize an attack?"

Aguero laboriously tossed his potato lettuce salad in a small salad bowl and answered the silly question, "Of course."

"But if he goes to organize the offense, who will end the offense?" Although Leo thought that Aguero could not make any particularly wise suggestions, he still decided to invite Aguero to join in solving this world-class problem—in case Is Aguero smart today?

Brainstorming, Leo felt that now was the time to brainstorm.

Aguero froze for a moment and stopped what he was doing. He seemed to be fainted by Leo's words.

"Wait, there are no other forwards on this team? No one can shoot?!"

"Can't shoot better." Leo corrected Aguero, "No one can shoot better than this guy-accurately, many people can shoot, but very few people are suitable for shooting."

Aguero lowered his head and continued to mix the salad-Leo felt that Aguero's hands were dumber than his own feet, but he didn't want to hit poor Mr. Aguero, so he pretended not to see, "So the current situation is , there is no decent guy on this team who can run the offense, and there is no decent guy who can finish the offense."

Leo briefly summed up this sad-sounding team.

Aguero and other teammates looked at each other for a while, and finally Mr. Mascherano stood up, "I think maybe the organization is more important? After all, if the midfield organization is not good, even if the striker has a good shooting ability, I am afraid it will not be tolerated." Optimistic - especially against a good team."

Leo thought about it for a while. He was actually not very satisfied with the answer, but out of politeness, he expressed his thanks to Mr. Mascherano, and then sent this passage to Cristiano.

"Although it has not reached the point of perfection, I think this idea may be the best idea we can think of." Leo added such a sentence at the end, "I also think organization is more important, so if you have to be here If you choose between the two, I think maybe organization is more important-if you go to finish the attack, of course it may be quite efficient, but the problem is that you may not get the ball. In a team like Portugal, you are not more Good choice, I think."

Cristiano couldn't help sighing at the text message that mocked the Portuguese team, and then made a retaliatory move.

"Hehe, but I still won the European Cup four years ago-although this has nothing to do with the Jazz's encouragement on the day of the final, but the point is that I have proved that Portugal is a team that can win."

——Mr. Messi may have made more retaliatory replies later, but Cristiano blocked him in time to avoid further expansion of the situation.

In such a blackout, the quarter-finals between Germany and Portugal came as scheduled.

The weather was good on the day of the quarter-finals. Cristiano woke up at his own pace and lay on the bed for 5 minutes to gradually wake himself up. After a simple shower, he arrived at the restaurant downstairs of the hotel on time at eight o'clock. Have a meal.

Fried eggs, red sausage, toast with raspberry jam, and a cup of coffee with milk—everything was in line with Cristiano's usual habits.

Cristiano was very satisfied with all of this—today’s breakfast food and his own mood—but when Mr. Quaresma, who walked almost at the same time, walked to the table and pulled away the When he sat down in the chair, Cristiano felt that he was not in a good mood.

"Ricciardo," Cristiano sighed, put down the fork in his hand and looked at Quaresma intently, "Relax, don't worry too much, although I can't say that a European Cup knockout is a trivial matter, but believe me Me, this is by no means a very... terrible thing." - Cristiano gestured casually, trying to appease Quaresma.

But obviously it didn't mean much, and Quaresma gave Cristiano a completely unnatural smile back, and then mistook the bun for bacon and rolled it between two slices of toast.

Cristiano covered his face-this was the scene Cristiano was most afraid of seeing before the big game.

Excessive tension, this is a very terrible thing.

Cristiano actually understands Quaresma's mood. When the Portuguese national team won the European Cup in 2004, Quaresma had nothing to do with him. Therefore, Quaresma did not undergo too many "tests". On the other hand, he is still a real young man.

"Riccardo, tell me, what are you afraid of?" Cristiano asked.

At this time, Carvalho and several other teammates also came over, and they also looked very nervous-very good, Cristiano thought helplessly, now he can try to unlock the ability to solve the psychological problems of several people at once.

"I'm not afraid." Quaresma denied it.

Cristiano gave him a very forced smile, "Ricardo, you can tell me—what are you afraid of? Are you worried that we won't be able to win? Or, are you worried about the blame after failure?"

There seems to be no difference between the two, but the former is more about the game itself, while the latter is about his own personal reputation-to be honest, from Cristiano’s point of view, he prefers Quaré Smart is worried about the latter.After all, it is difficult for you to tell a Portuguese player, "Don't worry, you will definitely win Germany".

And Cristiano was lucky today.

Quaresma didn't speak - which means unspoken, and unspoken is the second case.

"Riccardo," Cristiano breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly, "you don't have to worry too much, so what if you lose? Isn't there me? I will take on everything."

Deco, who had just sat down, was stunned when he heard this. He looked at Cristiano who didn't seem to care much about what he said. His lips moved but he didn't say anything—he really wanted to comfort Christie. Jarno, let Cristiano not think so, but he doesn't seem to be qualified to say so.

After all, it was everyone in Portugal who pushed a 23-year-old into this position.

Deco sighed, shaking his head.

Quaresma also seemed surprised by Cristiano's words, "K, Cristiano, you, you don't think so, no, you won't. So, everyone, will know that you have tried your best. Yeah, we all, can see that."

Carvalho and others seemed to be frightened by this sentence, so they nodded repeatedly to make a footnote to Quaresma's words-of course they would be frightened, Deco thought, they are not good at being "high hopes" players , Even an "experienced" player like himself is frightened by Cristiano?

Even, not to mention Deco, even if Figo is here now, he probably won't behave more calmly, right?

"Of course, everyone will see - so it's nothing to worry about," Cristiano said with a smile, stuffing a fried egg into his mouth, "First of all, even if something bad happens , and me. Second, the fans will see our efforts. In the end, we will win."

Quaresma hesitated.

Cristiano noticed this, "Don't worry, Ricciardo, you have me - you all have me. Guess what? When you're out on the pitch and you don't know what to do, just give me the ball, I'll help you decide. So, don't worry, or when you're worried, just think, you have me."

You have to tell Luis, tell Luis that his Cristiano is fully capable of being captain.Deco thought in a daze.

The Portuguese players were so preoccupied with their own minds that they couldn't even be sure when Cristiano finished breakfast, said goodbye to them and left the restaurant.

——"I'm such a smart person, I guess you would never think of comforting your teammates with words like "You still have me". "

Cristiano walked out of the restaurant, releasing Messi from the blacklist and sending him this triumphant text message--Cristiano proudly raised every curl.

Then, he bumped into someone.

——The other party touched Cristiano's forehead with a little cold finger, and his lips gently pressed against his ear.

"I command you to defeat Germany at the touch of my fingers."

Cristiano froze for a moment, and only now did he see clearly the face of the man in the peaked cap who bumped into him.

It was a face weary from nearly twenty hours of flight.

Messi's face.

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