The Day I Played with Ronaldo

"I didn't ask you what you meant by personal matters, nor was I a lobbyist for anyone," Fabiano spread his hands. "I'm just curious. Are there many clubs that invite you now?"

With a smile, Ricardo said cautiously, "My agent has not contacted any clubs. Our first choice is to renew the contract." Even teammates are not credible in some cases. Football Things have been betrayed by teammates in history, he and Fabiano are not so familiar.

如果 "If you stay," Fabiano looked away. "Maybe we can really get some honors together. With you and Kaka, I believe we will be a strong contender for any event."

卡 Ricardo laughed: "I will consider it carefully. Although staying in São Paulo is not my only choice, it must be my first choice."

Fabiano breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

卡 Ricardo felt funny. Who was cold to himself before because of competition?

Fabiano seemed to see the meaning of his smile, looking a bit embarrassed, looking to the side, Gu Gu said in terms of it: "That girl is not bad, don't you want to go up and meet?"

卡 Ricardo followed his gaze, and he was a girl with flax hair, who was pretty charming and of good figure.

But at this moment, the face of Stella and her perfect figure appeared in his mind. In this picture, Stella smiled playfully, with a variety of styles, and hooked her fingers at him. He shook his head vigorously and kicked the picture out. "There will be games the day after tomorrow, and I have to stay in shape."

"up to you."

卡 Ricardo and he didn't talk too well, and soon fell into a situation where they had nothing to say.

I sat for a while, and Ricardo rose to say goodbye and said he was going back to sleep. Fabiano held back a little, and then stopped insisting. "I'll take you home."

"No need," Ricardo refused, "I walked back by myself, just because I didn't have enough training today."

"You, if you continue to practice like this, you will waste yourself."

"I know in my heart, this is far from the limit."

I walked out of CLUB and the evening breeze blew, and Ricardo took a nap. As she was about to leave, a girl stepped on the heels and walked out of the club in a crooked manner. Without taking two steps, she was stunned in front of Ricardo.

Ricardo stretched his hands lightly around her waist, and the woman hugged Ricardo in a panic.

At this moment, there seemed to be a flash of light next to it.

"Are you all right?" Ricardo asked.

A flamboyant face was lifted up, long maroon hair was draped over, drunk and gazing at Ricardo, her red **** lips were slightly stretched, and she spit out a strong taste of wine: "I, I'm fine, you are Yes, who is it? "

Ricardo always feels a little familiar with this face, I don't know where I've seen it. He smiled: "My name is Lei Feng."

"Ray ... Feng? What a weird name ..." The woman let go of Ricardo, straightened her waist, and stood swayingly. Her curves showed, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, I'm Lei Feng. Would you like me to call you a car?"

"No, use, me, I drove."

"You're drunk like this, you better not drive yourself," Ricardo advised.

"Relax ... Rest assured, I, I have a friend, come together."

The woman looks like she is about 20 years old, and she has a glorious name brand, obviously she has a lot of money. Ricardo is guessing her identity. Soon after, a Maserati scoops out, and a young woman beckons in the driver's seat: "Alessandra, get in the car!"

The grandma smiled at Ricardo, "I'm so glad to meet you, Lei Feng, goodbye!"

"Goodbye." Ricardo waved his hand nostalgically, turned and trot away to Uncle Paul's house.

Uh ...

Maserati. Alexandra Ambrosio bowed her head dumbly. Suddenly she raised her head and patted her head, her expression seemed a little excited: "What Lei Feng, it's Ricardo, Ricardo!"

My girlfriend asked her, puzzled, "Who is Lei Feng and who is Ricardo?"

"Ricardo, don't you know? St. Paul's star!"

Juan Ambrosio's girlfriend shrugged: "You know, I don't care about football."

Ambrosio hated her with a stare at him: "You really need to make up the lesson. Ricardo is recognized as the most promising star in Brazilian football, now he is even stronger than Kaka!"

"Kaka, I know!" My girlfriend quickly raised her hand to answer, "That handsome and rich guy."

"Ricardo is more handsome than Kaka." Ambrosio shook his head. "Unfortunately ... why did he give me a pseudonym? Doesn't he want to know me?"

"Alexandra, although you are beautiful, not every man wants to know you."

Ambrosio was not convinced. "Humph."

After a while, she said to herself: "I want to go to the next home game of St. Paul ~ www.readwn.com ~ Ambrosio's girlfriend yawned with her hand covering her face:" Don't call it at the ball I. I was annoyed when I saw a group of men chasing a ball and running around and bumping around. "

"That's why you don't understand the beauty of football."

"You know how to appreciate, you go and see for yourself."

"I'll watch it alone." Ambrosio smiled, closed his eyes again, and fell asleep.

Uh ...

The next day, Ricardo arrived at the Brafonda training base early, changed clothes in the locker room, and went to the court to train alone.

The rest of the players also came one after another. Everyone was chatting and relaxing while doing basic training, waiting for the arrival of head coach Osvaldo. According to the original plan, they will conduct training in the morning and set off for the away game in the afternoon. They will challenge the underdog Bahia tomorrow.

Osvaldo was late. The players whispered and speculated what had happened. Osvaldo was rarely late.

After about half an hour later than usual, Osvaldo was finally late. He was still wearing that sportswear, but his face was colder than usual, and he had a rolled newspaper in his hand.

谁 "Who offended him?" Rick whispered.

"Who knows. No matter what we do, we can train with peace of mind." Ricardo didn't care.

Osvaldo walked into the training ground, kept walking, and walked straight towards Ricardo, with dark clouds on his face, and it seemed that a lightning flash broke out immediately.

The fool knows that Ricardo must have made him unhappy. But what exactly did Ricardo do?

Osvaldo stood before Ricardo, spread out the newspaper and drew in front of Ricardo, and said coldly, "What is this?"