The Day I Played with Ronaldo

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During training on the 27th, Ronaldo said to Ricciardo when passing and receiving the ball: "I will cancel all the arrangements tonight, and I will take you to dinner. The update is the fastest ┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛"

"But I've already made an appointment with Kaka," Licado said, "Who wants to treat us to dinner?"

Ronaldo blinked: "Don't worry, it's a good thing. Kaka, push it away, he's a good guy, he won't have any objections."

Ricardo pondered for a while, but he couldn't guess who he was going to see tonight.

After training, he called Kaka to apologize, and then drove away from the training base after Ronaldo.

Ronaldo's car turned around and drove into a well-known high-end residential area. The housing prices here basically cost more than 700,000 euros per unit, which belongs to the wealthy area of ​​Milan.

Several teammates live here, such as Koko, who has never played this season, and Vieri.

Ricardo once thought that Ronaldo took him to Vieri's house for dinner, but the speed did not slow down when driving past Vieri's mansion.

Finally, Ronaldo's car stopped in front of a beautiful mansion.

There is a well-kept lawn in front of the house, and a small fenced garden on the side of the lawn, where you can see all kinds of flowers competing for splendor.

"This is..." After getting off the car, he walked to Ronaldo's side. Ricardo hesitated, "Is this the home of Chairman Moratti?"

"That's right, it's Massimo's house. He wants to meet you tonight. Of course Mr. Facchetti is here, and they're good friends."

"You come here often."

"Yes," Ronaldo laughed, "Massimo treats me like his own son. I often come here for dinner. Before I leave, I always have to pay a visit and make things clear."

"Then why did you bring me here?" Riccardo asked.

"After I leave, you and Ade are the standard-bearers of Inter Milan. Of course I have to bring you to identify the door. It is very important to have a good relationship with Massimo. If you have a conflict with Robert, you must at least ensure that Massimo Don't be on your side." Ronaldo raised his hand to ring the doorbell.

"I haven't decided whether to stay or not. I want to go with you, Dadado."

"You have finally adapted to Serie A,

At this time of transfer, you have to adapt again. At your current age, you should play more games in order to increase your goals and realize your talent," Ronaldo said seriously, "You can have your main position in Inter Milan, believe me, for you now, staying here is the best. If you really want to transfer, let's talk about it in a year or two. "

While speaking, the gate slowly opened to the two sides. Ronaldo led Ricardo in and walked along a path paved with gravel in the middle of the lawn to the front of the house. Massimo Moratti was already waiting on the steps. . ,

"Welcome, Ronnie! Ricardo! Seeing you guys make me feel ten years younger." Massimo Moratti said with a smile.

He wears a pair of huge glasses, tall and thin, with thick eyebrows, a big nose, and gray hair.

Born in 1945, he has just turned 60 now, but he already looks old. He looks much older than Facchetti, but in fact he is three years younger than Facchetti. It can be seen that serving as the chairman of Inter Milan for these years has really exhausted him physically and mentally.

But this year's two championships, maybe there will be three championships, will be the best birthday present for him, and it may make him feel much younger.

"Massimo, thank you for inviting us to dinner." Ronaldo stepped forward and hugged Moratti.

When they parted, Ricardo also stepped forward to hug Moratti, "Thank you, Massimo."

"Come on, little guy, let me take a good look at you." After hugging, Moratti grabbed Riccardo's arm, pushed him a little farther, and looked at him carefully, "You are so strong, you are like your brother, look He looks thin and weak, but he is actually very explosive. He looks much more handsome than your brother."

Ronaldo smiled beside him.

"You will become a great star. No, I was wrong, you are already a great star now, you can score twice in the Champions League final, you have surpassed most of the strikers in the world."

"Work hard. Under the leadership of your brother, Inter Milan has started a revival. Whether this revival can continue is up to you."

Ricardo actually hasn't decided whether to stay or not. Especially considering that the Calciopoli incident will break out next year, he really has nothing to miss about Serie A. Following Ronaldo's footsteps seems to be a better choice.

But in the face of this kind old man, he couldn't say to leave.

"Thank you, Massimo, for signing me and allowing me to share in the glory."

"No," Moratti said earnestly, "This honor also has your efforts. Thank you for your willingness to come to Inter Milan and help the team stand on top of Europe."

"Let's go in and talk." Moratti led them into the living room.

In the living room, an elegant middle-aged woman is having a cordial conversation with Facchetti, while a smiling middle-aged man is listening.

Facchetti still looks so serious, even when he smiles, he is dignified. Thinking that he would pass away due to illness next year, even though Ricardo had no feelings for him, he couldn't help being a little sad.

"Ronnie! Ricardo!" Facchetti greeted with a smile, and the lines on his face became softer.

"Hi Giacinto, Hi Millie, you still look so pretty," Ronaldo sat down with a smile.

Moratti's wife Millie smiled from ear to ear, "You child, your mouth is still so sweet."

"Is this your younger brother?" She looked at Licado, "He is really handsome, does he have a girlfriend?"

"Yes, I already have a girlfriend." Licado was a little embarrassed.

"Don't be shy, sit down and let me take a good look." Millie got up and took Ricardo's hand and took him to a seat. "I have watched your game. You are really good. Unfortunately, my daughter is not old enough. I'm much older than you, otherwise I really want you to be my son-in-law."

Ricardo laughed awkwardly.

Moratti has 2 sons and 3 daughters, all of whom have gone out on their own now. The youngest daughter, Maria, is in her 20s and is studying in the UK.

The middle-aged man smiled and stretched out his hand to Ricardo: "Hi, Ricardo, I'm Angelo Mario."

Ricardo has recognized him, he is Moratti's eldest son, the second in the family.

He shook hands with Mario: "Nice to meet you."

"Millie, get ready for dinner." Moratti said.

"Okay," Millie smiled gracefully, "There are no servants or cooks at home, so I, an old woman, cooks the food myself. Don't think it's too bad."

"How could that be?" Licado said hastily, "It's our honor to eat the dishes you cook yourself."