The Day I Played with Ronaldo

"I didn't mean to ask about your personal affairs, nor did I mean to be a lobbyist for anyone," Fabiano spread his hands, "I'm just curious. There are quite a few clubs that have invited you now, right?"

Ricardo smiled and said cautiously: "My agent has not contacted any club. Our first choice is to renew the contract with the team." Even teammates are not credible in certain situations. Betrayal by teammates abounds in history, and he and Fabiano are not that familiar yet.

"If you stay," Fabiano looked away, "maybe we can really get some honors together. With you and Kaka, I believe, we will be strong competitors in any event."

Ricardo said with a smile: "I will consider it carefully. Although staying in Sao Paulo is not my only choice, it must be my first choice."

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

Ricardo felt amused in his heart. Who was cold to yourself because of competition before?

Fabiano seemed to see the meaning of his smile, he looked a bit embarrassed, looked to the side, and said it from left to right: "That girl is not bad, don't you want to go up and get to know her?"

Ricardo followed his gaze, it was a girl with flaxen hair, she was quite charming, and she had a good figure.

But at this moment, Shi Dela's face and her perfect figure appeared in his mind. In this picture, Shidela is smiling playfully, flirtatiously, pointing her finger at him. He shook his head vigorously to drive the picture out. "There will be a game the day after tomorrow, so I have to keep fit."

"up to you."

Licado and him didn't get along very well, and soon fell into a situation where they had nothing to say.

After sitting for a while, Licado got up to say goodbye, saying that he was going back to sleep. Fabiano held back for a while, but then stopped insisting. "I'll take you back."

"No need," Riccardo refused, "I'll walk back by myself, just because today's training is not enough."

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

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

After walking out of the club, when the evening wind blew, Licado shivered. Just as she was about to leave, a girl walked out of the club staggeringly on high heels. She staggered as soon as she reached Licado after taking two steps.

Ricardo reached out his hand to hold her waist in a flash, and the woman hugged Licardo in a panic, the smell of aroma and wine wafted into her nostrils.

At this moment, it seemed that there was a flash of light beside him.

"Are you okay?" Ricardo asked.

A delicate and charming face was raised up, with long chestnut hair hanging down, looking at Li Kaduo with drunken eyes, red sexy lips slightly parted, and a strong smell of alcohol: "I, I'm fine, are you , yes, who is it?"

Ricardo always felt a little familiar with this face, and he didn't know where he had seen it before. He smiled: "My name is Lei Feng."

"Lei... Feng? What a strange name..." The woman let go of Licado, straightened her waist, and stood unsteadily, revealing her slender curves, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, I'm Lei Feng. Do you want me to call a car for you?"

"No, use, I, I drove the car."

"You're so drunk, it's better not to drive by yourself." Ricardo persuaded.

"Relax... don't worry, I, I have a friend, come together."

The woman looked to be about 20 years old, wearing a well-known brand name, obviously worth a lot of money. Riccardo was guessing her identity, and after a while, a Maserati jumped out from the side, and a young woman waved from the driver's seat: "Alexandra, get in the car!"

The woman gave Licado a charming smile, "Very... nice to meet you, Layfon, goodbye!"

"Goodbye." Ricardo waved his hands without attachment, turned around and trotted towards Uncle Paul's house.

...

Enter Maserati. Alessandra Ambrosio lowered her head drowsily. Suddenly she raised her head, slapped her forehead, her expression seemed a little excited: "What Layfon, it's Ricardo, Ricardo!"

The best friend turned her head and asked her puzzledly: "Who is Layfon, and who is Licado?"

"Licardo, don't you know? The star of Sao Paulo!"

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

Ambrosio glared at her resentfully, "You really should make up your lessons. Ricardo is recognized as the most promising new star in Brazilian football, and now he is even hotter than Kaka!"

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

"Licardo is more handsome than Kaka." Ambrosio shook his head, "Unfortunately... why did he give me a fake name? Does he not want to know me?"

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

Ambrosio was very unconvinced. "Humph."

After a while, she said to herself again: "I want to go to the next Sao Paulo home game."

Ambrosio's best friend yawned with her hands covered: "Don't call me when you're watching the ball. I see a group of men chasing a ball and running around, bumping into each other. I feel annoyed."

"That's because you don't appreciate the beauty of football."

"You know how to appreciate it, you can go and see it by yourself."

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

...

The next day, Ricardo came to the Brafunda training base early, went to the locker room to change his clothes, and then ran to the field to train alone.

The rest of the players also came one after another. While chatting, everyone was doing basic training in a relaxed manner, waiting for the arrival of the head coach Osvaldo. According to the original plan, they will train in the morning and set off for the away game in the afternoon. They will challenge the lowly Bahia team tomorrow.

Osvaldo was late. The players whispered and wondered what was going on, and Osvaldo was rarely late.

After almost half an hour later than usual, Osvaldo finally arrived late. He was still wearing the tracksuit, but his face was more serious than usual, and he still held a rolled up newspaper.

"Who pissed him off?" Ricko whispered.

"Who knows. Don't care about our business, as long as we train with peace of mind." Ricardo didn't care.

Osvaldo walked into the training ground, walked straight towards Ricardo without stopping, his face was clouded, as if thunder and lightning would erupt immediately.

The fool also knew that it must be Ricardo who made him dissatisfied. But what exactly did Ricardo do?

Osvaldo stood still in front of Licardo, spread out the newspaper and hung it in front of Licardo, and said coldly: "What is this?"