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Chapter 425 Cristiano Ronaldo

Chapter 425 Cristiano Ronaldo

Cristiano is a proud man, born with pride.

Although his birth environment and childhood living conditions were not good, even poor, but he is proud - this kind of pride supports his silent efforts, and then he has come to today step by step.

There have been twists and turns and tribulations in the process, but looking back at yesterday, this kind of pride in the bones is even worse-relying on one's own efforts to achieve success, this is the greatest pride!

But at this moment, C. Luo's eyes are vaguely in a trance.No matter how proud and rebellious people are, there are things they value, just like C. Luo, what he values ​​is the relationship between him and Ferguson, which is like a father and son.

He did not forget that it was this old Scottish man who discovered himself who was still unknown at the beginning and brought him to the Premier League stage. He did not forget that when he was booed by the fans, it was this old man who touched his head and comforted him And encouragement, he did not forget that when he won the Golden Globe trophy, the old man applauded him excitedly from the audience, and told him with satisfaction, "I said a long time ago, you will let your name let you Names all over the world. Now that you've done it, I'm so proud of you!"

Even though C. Ronaldo has a lot of differences with the godfather of Manchester United in terms of football concepts and certain pursuits, his feelings are still sincere, so when he heard Ferguson talk about the past, he couldn't bear it in front of his eyes. Can not help but surface all the past.

C. Luo sat up straight, wanting to hear what the head coach wanted to say to him.

As a result, what was waiting was a heinous curse.

I only heard Ferguson pointing to his nose and said word by word: "This sentence is, never think that you have succeeded. The road of football will never have an end!"

"You won the Ballon d'Or! You became the World Footballer of the Year! You are the most watched and sought-after star in this city and even in the entire British Isles! But so what?"

"I'm telling you, you're nothing! You're just a player, and if you can't remember your identity as a professional player, then you can only be a piece of...shit!"

"Remember what I said to you before? You will remember his name! I wonder if you will remember his name after the first half!"

"You are excellent! But that kid is not bad! At least judging from the comparison of your performances in the first half, you, Mr. Golden Ball, are not as good as the opponent!"

"What do you have to be proud of and show off? You are not even as good as a 19-year-old boy, so I don't know where your pride comes from!"

"What? Not convinced? Just show me if you are not convinced! What's the use of staring at me? If you can't do it, then you will be treated the same as them, that is, you can only pack up and go to the reserve team!"

"I'll just say it once, in the second half, give me all the strength you use on women's beds! If you still think you are a member of the great Manchester United! Otherwise, hehehe, you will get an unexpected consequence!"

Ferguson turned around, didn't look at Ronaldo's astonished and angry eyes, looked at the Portuguese coldly and meaningfully, and yelled loudly at the players in the locker room again.

Then, with a flick of his sleeve, Ferguson finally stopped the hair dryer and left the dressing room.

Outside the locker room, assistant coach Mullenstin caught up with his immediate boss, hesitated for a while, and finally spoke, his tone full of worry.

"Boss, if you say such heavy words to Cristiano, will you..." Seeing Ferguson looking over with cold eyes, Mullenstin quickly explained, "After all, Cristiano has just won Mr. The darling of the Trafford fans and the biggest player in the team at this stage, you know, he has a very arrogant temperament, I am afraid that if the criticism is too heavy, he will have..."

"Generate what? Dissatisfaction? Anger? Alienation?"

Ferguson's tone was full of sarcasm. He looked at his assistant, sneered and snorted, "Mulensteen, you have been with me for many years, but you don't seem to fully understand me. One thing you need to remember is , there will only be one voice at old trafford and that is mine, alex ferguson .As for Cristiano..."

"Regardless of my reprimand, I'm afraid he already has other plans in his heart. Do you think the rumors outside these two seasons are just groundless?"

Meulensteen's eyes widened: "Boss, you mean... Real Madrid..."

"It's not just Real Madrid's unilateral intention. If that kid didn't have any strange thoughts, how could these rumors be staged so violently?" Ferguson's tone suddenly became very calm, so indifferent that it seemed that he was not discussing himself. The most powerful player under his command is an insignificant little person. "It's nothing special. Didn't David and Luther cause an uproar when they left? But it turns out that none of this matters."

"Those who want to leave can't be kept, and those who want to stay won't leave anyway." Ferguson said lightly, his eyes suddenly looked at the bright place at the entrance of the passage, as if there was something attracting him there, "This world will not leave because of lack of No one will stop turning, and even more so for me, because I have found a better successor for the number 7...”

Meulensteen's expression suddenly became flustered, and he realized that he had vaguely seen a huge enough storm, which was about to surge wildly in the near future...

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"Boss...Boss, how could you reprimand me so mercilessly?"

"Don't he know how important I am to Manchester United now?"

"I am the winner of Mr. Double, and I am the player that this stadium relies on most now. He...he...how could this happen?"

The locker room returned to silence again, and they, who had just been baptized by the hair dryer, were sitting on their seats thinking about their own thoughts.

C. Luo was also sitting in his seat, looking a little dazed, his mind constantly echoing the almost "humiliating" remarks that Ferguson pointed at his nose just now.

angry?There must be. C. Luo has a proud temperament, and now he is no longer the worthless country boy who came out of a fishing village a few years ago. He is a real superstar.How could he, who is so proud and arrogant, accept being reprimanded by the head coach in public.

However, at the moment, C. Luo felt more fearful in his heart.

Yes, the cold and complicated look in Ferguson's eyes before he left made his heart flustered.Although he has flirted with Real Madrid for nearly a season, and expressed his intention to go to a bigger stage openly and secretly, but in fact his heart is still in a swinging situation.

But when Ferguson almost spoke clearly, he panicked.

He didn't know why he suddenly felt such emotions, but it was at this moment that he thought of his two predecessors, David Beckham and Luther van Nistelrooy, they were both veterans. Rafford's darlings, they were all kicked out, and finally went to Real Madrid... This is so similar to my own situation, is it possible that I will follow in the footsteps of my predecessors and be kicked out?

"Should...probably not, I am the biggest star of Manchester United now, the iconic figure of this team... no... definitely not..."

C. Luo said this to himself, but he really didn't have much confidence. Back then, Beckham and Ruud van Nistelrooy were no worse than him in fame and influence, and even the two seniors at the same time were stronger. Roll up your bedding and get out of here.

"Cristiano! Cristiano? What's wrong with you? What are you thinking?"

There was the call of his teammates beside him, which woke C. Luo from his contemplation.

After a glance, it was his compatriot Nani who called him. He shook his head, indicating that he was fine, but suddenly he was lost in thought.

"The captain is calling you, ready to play." Nani said this, thought for a while, and added, "Be good, Cristiano. Don't take the boss's words to heart, you know, he is like this One temper, whoever's performance makes him dissatisfied, he will scold whoever is bloody. You have to work hard, perform well in the second half, it is best to score a few goals, let the boss take a good look, he is wrong , you will always be the best!"

As he said, Nani clenched his arms into fists and vibrated violently: "Ha, there is only one Ronaldo in this world! That is Cristiano... Ronaldo, you are the most special one!"

The comfort and encouragement of his friends made C. Luo feel better and relaxed.

Nani is right, the future is still far away, why think so much?The most important thing for him is to focus on the game in front of him.Didn't Ferguson say that his performance was not as good as his opponent's No. 23 kid?Didn't he say that his performance was a piece of shit?

Then I have to show a convincing enough performance for the head coach to take a good look at. His conclusion is wrong. He, Cristiano Ronaldo, is incomparable and irreplaceable!

Even if he wants to leave one day in the future, will he leave in a dignified manner and leave the house?Humph, this kind of thing will never happen!

"Thank you, buddy."

C. Luo smiled at Nani, his face regained his previous arrogance and confidence, he walked to the door of the locker room, and said as if taking care of himself, "Then it's up to me. The limelight I can’t be snatched away by that No. 23 kid, I have to tell him that I am Cristiano Ronaldo! It is a name that he must remember for the rest of his life!”

(End of this chapter)