The Day I Played with Ronaldo

One foot is enough for Ronaldo. His whole body is tailor-made for football. He is fast, powerful, conscious, confident and domineering. These are the talents of Ronaldo to become the world's top striker. ——Robson comment

Looking at Riccardo's back, Lugano had an illusion at that moment, as if what he saw was a figure wearing a blue and black arrow shirt number 9...

"It really is Ronaldo's younger brother." He whispered.

applause. It was Osvaldo, he didn't blow the whistle to declare the goal valid, and directly gave Ricardo applause.

Then the teammates on the substitute side applauded sparingly, and Rico excitedly came up and hugged Licado.

As for the main team... After all, Ricardo is a teammate, not an opponent, and he is also Ronaldo's younger brother, so everyone expressed encouragement and kindness. Cheney stepped forward and rubbed Ricardo's hair vigorously, laughing. Said: "Good job."

Lugano also put on a smile, and thumped Ricardo's shoulder lightly and lightly: "Good job."

Ricardo smiled shyly: "If in an official game, Gustavo didn't bump into it but shoveled it, then I would probably lose the ball." He was still very clear-headed.

"You are quite strong with such a small body." Gustavo Neri smiled friendly.

Ricardo smiled and nodded at him, and walked slowly towards his own half with Rico. Rico sighed enviously: "Ricardo, you are going to become famous with one ball! But this ball is really beautiful, which makes people speechless."

"You should move more aggressively," Licado said briskly, "I will feed you the ball."

He didn't mind helping a friend out.

Before the restart, Osvaldo called the main team into a pile and criticized a pass. He didn't criticize the two conceded goals, and he didn't say something like "Scored two goals by the substitute team, you main players are ashamed", but said seriously: "Don't forget the purpose of this intra-team match, It's to test our tactics. I don't ask you to score goals and equalize, what I want you to do is, from now on, organize your defense and don't concede more goals. Can you do it?"

"It must be done, boss."

"I promise, I won't let those brats score again."

"Just wait and see boss, we won't concede the ball again."

The players of the main team clapped their chests and promised.

"That's good, I'll wait and see." Osvaldo retreated to the middle circle and blew the whistle to continue the game.

The main team already knew that Ricardo was a dangerous person, and no longer ignored him just because he was young. No matter where Ricardo went, there was at least one person by his side. If he advances, Lugano is with him; if he retreats, Alessandro is with him. In short, never let him catch the ball easily.

Ricardo once again resumed his simple style of play, never holding the ball for more than a second, basically stopping the ball and immediately releasing the ball, allowing the football to run and looking for opportunities in motion.

But the opportunity never came again. The three defensive midfielders of the main team no longer frequently put in assists, and at most one player can step forward each time, and the other two will lag behind to protect, so as not to give the substitute team a chance to counterattack.

Ricardo didn't use his personal skills to forcibly break the game. After all, this was just a training session, so he was a bit unmotivated. But he has self-confidence, and what he shows in this simple stop pass will be given enough attention by a coach with a little vision.

Although the number of troops invested is less, the offense of the main team is more impressive. After all, they have stabilized the substitute team in terms of technology and experience, so they frequently threaten the goal of the substitute team. Before the end of the first half, Baptista pulled back a point with a long shot.

Intermission is 15 minutes. The players sat together, regardless of the main force and the substitute, and Osvaldo commented on the performance of the first half.

Osvaldo did not praise Ricardo too much, but only gave a few words of encouragement. Licado was too young after all, he was worried that Licado would float up.

Ricardo didn't take it to heart either. As a striker, scoring goals is the most basic duty, isn't it. What's more, this is just an intra-team match, that is, a training session, not a real competition.

He listened intently to Osvaldo's explanation, eager to understand and grasp the tactics of the first team. If he has the opportunity to come off the bench in the future, he must be able to quickly integrate into it.

It is estimated that 15 minutes are coming soon, and Osvaldo feels a little dry. He grabbed a bottle of mineral water and took a few sips, then threw it away, raised his wrist to check the time, and then looked at Licado: "In the second half, you retreat a little bit."

Ricardo nodded. This is to allow him to take on more responsibilities for the frontcourt organization, and he understands it as soon as he hears it.

Osvaldo didn't say much. He wanted to see how much Ricardo could comprehend.

After the start of the second half, Ricardo retreated as he said, using his simple style of play to connect the midfield and frontcourt, which improved the offense of the substitute team and began to put pressure on the penalty area of ​​the main team.

This is exactly what Osvaldo wants to see, and this is the only way to test his tactical design. And Ricardo's performance also satisfied him.

Sometimes he frowned, sometimes smiled, reviewing his arrangement. After entering the second half, he began to stop the game frequently, instructing the players to move and defend. The score is no longer important. What matters is whether the players can get familiar with the new tactics through this match.

Before the end of the game, Riccardo took the ball at the front of the penalty area, made a fake move and passed it straight to Rico. Rico hit the goal without stopping the ball, breaking through Cheney's ten fingers again. This made Rico very excited for a while, especially when he saw Osvaldo nod slightly to encourage him. He seemed to see himself playing for Sao Paulo's first team in an important game and scoring the winning goal. Gaining fame, soaring net worth, and getting a big contract...

"Thank you!" Rico ran to Licado, hugged Licado's neck, and put his forehead against Licado's forehead to express his gratitude.

Ricardo patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "One goal is not enough, you have to be more active in training and try to impress the boss."

"I will!" Rico showed an exaggerated smile.

In the afternoon, Osvaldo explained the problems found in the confrontation match, and made minor adjustments for each player. Then the main team conducted a half-court offensive and defensive drill, and the substitute team was led by the director of youth training and assistant coach Mauro. down for training.

Ricardo devoted himself to training, while Rico frequently cast his eyes on the main team, showing envy.

These were all seen by Mauro.

After the training, Ricardo stayed for extra training as usual, spent an hour and 20 minutes doing equipment training, and then returned to the court to practice high-speed dribbling and passing.

While he was sweating profusely on the training ground, Osvaldo stood in the administration building, watching silently.