Chapter 983 Talk of the Century
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Lao Zuo
Lindy dared to say that this was the second time he had seen Gerald cry.
I remember the last time I saw Gerrard cry was the last time, no, it was when he won the European Cup.
At that time, Lindy was watching a group of Englishmen wipe their tears excitedly.
And now, Gerrard and Dalglish embraced each other, and the two were like comrades-in-arms reunited after decades of absence, and they talked to each other.
De Gea walked towards Lindy with a smile: "Lin, we won the championship again!"
Yes, another Champions League title with a different club.
Looking back on my past four years, it was like a dream.
An unknown foreign player, all the way to the present, is like a dream.
"We won the championship again, David, is your position in Spain's first goal stable now?" Lindy smiled and hugged his good brother.
"That must, win the Champions League as a main player in a different team, wow, now the two of us are much better than Melo."
Lindy smiled and looked at Ronaldo who had been shaking his head and muttering something.
It looked like the guy was blaming himself again.
"David, tell me, will Kun and Kevin regret it?" Lindy thought of his other two good brothers at this moment.
"Lin, if you're so concerned, why don't you ask them face to face?"
De Gea's expression was weird, Lindy didn't quite understand what it meant, and turned around following his gaze.
Good guy!
The two have been found by the big screen at this moment, sitting in the stands of neutral fans, winking at the camera.
Lindy quickly searched the field, and soon saw the two conspicuous bags wearing baseball caps disguised as fans.
"Who the fuck wears sunglasses at night?"
De Gea couldn't help laughing, "Look, let me just say, without us, both of them lack the ability to take care of themselves."
While the two were joking, Modric walked towards Lindy, "Congratulations, Lin, but is your right arm okay?"
Lindy turned around and gave Modric a high-five: "That hit really hurt, your fighting scale today is really not small."
"But isn't that what it is like to compete for the championship? Of course, we lost the game, maybe the intensity is not enough?"
Seeing that Modric was still joking, Lindy smiled and hugged him.
He began to walk towards Rizzoli and other coaching staff, and hugged every Real Madrid player, even if it was only silently.
When it was Pepe's turn, Lindy hesitated, but Pepe stretched out his hand first: "Don't worry, I haven't been in the habit of doing it for a long time."
"There are always legends about you in the rivers and lakes."
Lindy also extended his hand and made a joke.
It's just that the translation into Spanish made Pepe a little confused, but he still raised his eyebrows proudly when he heard the word legend.
The shadow of the tree of names.
Now, although he has curbed the savage retaliatory fouls, everyone's impression of him is still the image of the villain with his head on his head and his feet on his feet.
Lindy walked towards the last person, and the teammates behind him were interviewed and celebrated, and many people were wearing national flags, saying something to the camera there.
He came to Ronaldo's side, propped up his hands, and also imitated the other side to sit down.
"You've done a lot, but football is like that, sometimes, we all lack a little bit of luck."
Ronaldo shook his head, with self-blame on his brows: "Not enough, not enough, not high enough, not fast enough, not accurate enough, I should be able to do better."
"Did you go into some misunderstanding?" Lindy propped his hands back and looked up at the silvery waning moon: "Football has always been a game of 11 people. If one person can solve all problems, then he It should be a 1-on-1 game, not 11-on-11."
Ronaldo didn't answer, but continued to shake his head, obviously not agreeing with Lindy's words.
Lindy laughed angrily, this guy is really stubborn.
The conversation between the two sitting on the ground naturally attracted a lot of shots, and many players or staff who originally wanted to come up to say hello obediently avoided it.
Maybe this is the talk of the century in 21st century football.
"Is there a possibility that you think too much about yourself and ignore the importance of your teammates, or you ignore the feelings of your teammates?" Lindy continued looking at the sky.
"Ok?"
His words seemed to point to a restricted area that Ronaldo dared not admit.
"Actually, you and I are not that important. When Inter Milan stood at the top of the Champions League, there was no Lin Meiro."
"That man on the sidelines, yes, that's Mourinho. When he led Porto to the top of the mountain, apart from your guard Pepe, there seemed to be no Lin Meiro?"
"For every World Cup champion, they don't have Lin Meiro. Is the individual player or teammates more important?"
Lindy's words are very superficial, a superstar cannot walk to the top of the mountain alone.
The national team, this is the eternal pain in Lin Luo's heart.
Doesn't Ronaldo know this truth?
No, he knew, he just buried it all in his heart.
He thought that if he did his best, he could lead his teammates to do their best together.
He even treats guests with chicken breast and mineral water or freshly squeezed juice, and naturally there is no such thing as wine.
This kind of life, which is almost ascetic, may be very happy for him.
But for most other players, this is a sense of alienation that strangers should not enter.
Ronaldo recalled the scene when he invited the whole team to his house for dinner last time.
The incomprehension that people hide under the smiling faces and the ease when they leave.
The proud Ronaldo finally bowed his head.
His ideal is to lead the whole team by setting an example and self-discipline, so that everyone can grow in this kind of high-intensity training and physical training, and help the team win the game.
This is reflected in the fact that sometimes, Ronaldo can get a lot of opportunities, because everyone knows that he can score goals.
But sometimes when it shouldn't be given to him, Ronaldo can always receive inexplicable passes.
'You are so good, we just watch you play. '
Thinking about it now, it should probably be this kind of emotion.
Lindy turned around and saw Ronaldo lying down completely, as if he had figured out something.
He walked up to Dalgliesh, the white-haired old man who was as excited as a child.
Lindy couldn't remember how long it had been since he saw Dalgliesh smile so freely.
"Boss, if you smile again, wrinkles will appear all over your face."
Dalglish hugged Lindy, and Lindy gasped with such force that his whole face was almost distorted in pain.
"It hurts! It hurts!"
Seeing that Dalgliesh had no intention of letting go, Lindy could not help but hiss.
"Oh, sorry, I forgot that our hero was injured today." Dalglish slapped Lindy's right arm hard again with a smile, and said to McKelly.
"Sigh~~~~~~"
Lindy felt a chill rushing straight to the sky. If De Gea or even Maguire was here, he would have to explain it here today.
"Sorry, I'm so excited. Players and coaches have won the Champions League. Is there anything more perfect than this?"
Dalglish wrinkled his old face and said with a smile that just now Mourinho praised him for his reasonable tactical arrangements and beautiful execution by the players.
You know, that's the maniac who said I had more championships than any other coach in the league.
It's really not easy.
Soon, the live stage was set up, and the KOPs in the stands sang all Liverpool team songs back and forth several times.
But after the victory, the song "OneKiss" was still sung happily.
Reid and the others almost got themselves drunk. Why they are not drunk yet is because they have to hold on to see the players lift up the long-awaited big ear cup!
It's finally time for the awards.
......
I remember the last time I saw Gerrard cry was the last time, no, it was when he won the European Cup.
At that time, Lindy was watching a group of Englishmen wipe their tears excitedly.
And now, Gerrard and Dalglish embraced each other, and the two were like comrades-in-arms reunited after decades of absence, and they talked to each other.
De Gea walked towards Lindy with a smile: "Lin, we won the championship again!"
Yes, another Champions League title with a different club.
Looking back on my past four years, it was like a dream.
An unknown foreign player, all the way to the present, is like a dream.
"We won the championship again, David, is your position in Spain's first goal stable now?" Lindy smiled and hugged his good brother.
"That must, win the Champions League as a main player in a different team, wow, now the two of us are much better than Melo."
Lindy smiled and looked at Ronaldo who had been shaking his head and muttering something.
It looked like the guy was blaming himself again.
"David, tell me, will Kun and Kevin regret it?" Lindy thought of his other two good brothers at this moment.
"Lin, if you're so concerned, why don't you ask them face to face?"
De Gea's expression was weird, Lindy didn't quite understand what it meant, and turned around following his gaze.
Good guy!
The two have been found by the big screen at this moment, sitting in the stands of neutral fans, winking at the camera.
Lindy quickly searched the field, and soon saw the two conspicuous bags wearing baseball caps disguised as fans.
"Who the fuck wears sunglasses at night?"
De Gea couldn't help laughing, "Look, let me just say, without us, both of them lack the ability to take care of themselves."
While the two were joking, Modric walked towards Lindy, "Congratulations, Lin, but is your right arm okay?"
Lindy turned around and gave Modric a high-five: "That hit really hurt, your fighting scale today is really not small."
"But isn't that what it is like to compete for the championship? Of course, we lost the game, maybe the intensity is not enough?"
Seeing that Modric was still joking, Lindy smiled and hugged him.
He began to walk towards Rizzoli and other coaching staff, and hugged every Real Madrid player, even if it was only silently.
When it was Pepe's turn, Lindy hesitated, but Pepe stretched out his hand first: "Don't worry, I haven't been in the habit of doing it for a long time."
"There are always legends about you in the rivers and lakes."
Lindy also extended his hand and made a joke.
It's just that the translation into Spanish made Pepe a little confused, but he still raised his eyebrows proudly when he heard the word legend.
The shadow of the tree of names.
Now, although he has curbed the savage retaliatory fouls, everyone's impression of him is still the image of the villain with his head on his head and his feet on his feet.
Lindy walked towards the last person, and the teammates behind him were interviewed and celebrated, and many people were wearing national flags, saying something to the camera there.
He came to Ronaldo's side, propped up his hands, and also imitated the other side to sit down.
"You've done a lot, but football is like that, sometimes, we all lack a little bit of luck."
Ronaldo shook his head, with self-blame on his brows: "Not enough, not enough, not high enough, not fast enough, not accurate enough, I should be able to do better."
"Did you go into some misunderstanding?" Lindy propped his hands back and looked up at the silvery waning moon: "Football has always been a game of 11 people. If one person can solve all problems, then he It should be a 1-on-1 game, not 11-on-11."
Ronaldo didn't answer, but continued to shake his head, obviously not agreeing with Lindy's words.
Lindy laughed angrily, this guy is really stubborn.
The conversation between the two sitting on the ground naturally attracted a lot of shots, and many players or staff who originally wanted to come up to say hello obediently avoided it.
Maybe this is the talk of the century in 21st century football.
"Is there a possibility that you think too much about yourself and ignore the importance of your teammates, or you ignore the feelings of your teammates?" Lindy continued looking at the sky.
"Ok?"
His words seemed to point to a restricted area that Ronaldo dared not admit.
"Actually, you and I are not that important. When Inter Milan stood at the top of the Champions League, there was no Lin Meiro."
"That man on the sidelines, yes, that's Mourinho. When he led Porto to the top of the mountain, apart from your guard Pepe, there seemed to be no Lin Meiro?"
"For every World Cup champion, they don't have Lin Meiro. Is the individual player or teammates more important?"
Lindy's words are very superficial, a superstar cannot walk to the top of the mountain alone.
The national team, this is the eternal pain in Lin Luo's heart.
Doesn't Ronaldo know this truth?
No, he knew, he just buried it all in his heart.
He thought that if he did his best, he could lead his teammates to do their best together.
He even treats guests with chicken breast and mineral water or freshly squeezed juice, and naturally there is no such thing as wine.
This kind of life, which is almost ascetic, may be very happy for him.
But for most other players, this is a sense of alienation that strangers should not enter.
Ronaldo recalled the scene when he invited the whole team to his house for dinner last time.
The incomprehension that people hide under the smiling faces and the ease when they leave.
The proud Ronaldo finally bowed his head.
His ideal is to lead the whole team by setting an example and self-discipline, so that everyone can grow in this kind of high-intensity training and physical training, and help the team win the game.
This is reflected in the fact that sometimes, Ronaldo can get a lot of opportunities, because everyone knows that he can score goals.
But sometimes when it shouldn't be given to him, Ronaldo can always receive inexplicable passes.
'You are so good, we just watch you play. '
Thinking about it now, it should probably be this kind of emotion.
Lindy turned around and saw Ronaldo lying down completely, as if he had figured out something.
He walked up to Dalgliesh, the white-haired old man who was as excited as a child.
Lindy couldn't remember how long it had been since he saw Dalgliesh smile so freely.
"Boss, if you smile again, wrinkles will appear all over your face."
Dalglish hugged Lindy, and Lindy gasped with such force that his whole face was almost distorted in pain.
"It hurts! It hurts!"
Seeing that Dalgliesh had no intention of letting go, Lindy could not help but hiss.
"Oh, sorry, I forgot that our hero was injured today." Dalglish slapped Lindy's right arm hard again with a smile, and said to McKelly.
"Sigh~~~~~~"
Lindy felt a chill rushing straight to the sky. If De Gea or even Maguire was here, he would have to explain it here today.
"Sorry, I'm so excited. Players and coaches have won the Champions League. Is there anything more perfect than this?"
Dalglish wrinkled his old face and said with a smile that just now Mourinho praised him for his reasonable tactical arrangements and beautiful execution by the players.
You know, that's the maniac who said I had more championships than any other coach in the league.
It's really not easy.
Soon, the live stage was set up, and the KOPs in the stands sang all Liverpool team songs back and forth several times.
But after the victory, the song "OneKiss" was still sung happily.
Reid and the others almost got themselves drunk. Why they are not drunk yet is because they have to hold on to see the players lift up the long-awaited big ear cup!
It's finally time for the awards.
......
