football superstar

Chapter 110 - Covering the quilt

Clemens thanked Manuel politely after getting off Manuel's car, and walked slowly towards the house after the captain left.

Regarding the injury, Clemens did not hide anyone, including facing the media reporters after leaving the hospital, he calmly stated that he could play in the key battle against Barcelona, ​​but those media believe it or not.Now Clemens only needs to stay at home and rest for a day, so that the injury on his hand can recover as soon as possible.

But when he walked downstairs to his small apartment, he saw a few people with cameras guarding the door, obviously wanting to catch a first-hand interview.

If it was before, Clemens would definitely leave, but now he is really tired, and he has stayed here for a long time looking at the attires of those reporters. Clemens hesitated, and suddenly said : "Have you been here for a long time?"

The reporters didn't seem to belong to the same newspaper. After hearing Clemens' voice, they almost subconsciously ran towards this side holding the microphone or camera in their hands, but Clemens gently Putting his finger to his lips, he said, "It's only six o'clock, I think my neighbors are still dreaming, you can interview, but I think we can find another place." Said Clemens around After looking at it, he finally pointed to the cafe across the street, "Come on, I'll treat you."

Several reporters looked at each other, with a little surprise on each other's expressions.

They are reporters from major newspapers, including the famous "Aspen" and "Daily Sports Daily". Although they belong to the mouthpieces of different clubs, they are treated similarly.The stars treat them as tabloid reporters and avoid them, and ordinary people also despise them and feel very tired of running the train with their mouths full of words.

It was the first time I was treated so softly and softly, it was really unexpected, and I was facing Thomas Clemens who was able to block the "Confidential" with a single disagreement. The amazing feeling of flying in the sky.

But several reporters still nodded. Everyone was reasonable. It was indeed early, and Clemens seemed to be very cooperative and showed no sign of running away. The reporters were naturally willing to accept his suggestion. Have a good talk with him.

Clemens brought a few reporters into the small cafe, and the business here has been good, especially after Clemens lived in the right apartment, reporters or fans came here every day. to pass the time in a coffee shop while waiting to see a silhouette of Clemens.What Clemens didn't know was that his habit of meditating on the balcony every evening helped the small cafe attract a lot of people. Many people just lay on the glass and stared at Clemens dumbly. The time Mr. Daochang meditated was the time they watched.

The waiter at the cafe felt that those who watched Clemens were like watching giant pandas in a zoo. Even if Clemens moved a little, it could cause screams.

But even if it is the last seat, it should be after dawn. It is still early, the sun has not fully risen, the lights in the cafe are dim, and the waiters who stay up late are lying on the table drowsy.

"jingle!"

There was a crisp sound when the door opened, the waiter sat up lazily, jumped up when he saw the face of the leader, and then quickly turned his head to face the neurotic organizer behind the glass With slightly disheveled hair, he took out the powder and put on his makeup vigorously, and then walked forward with a beautiful and enthusiastic smile, and said with a little excitement: "Good morning, Thomas, what do you want to eat today? "

Clemens really felt a little hungry. He hadn’t eaten last night, and he hadn’t eaten since he came out of the club this morning. Mr. Daochang, who is always used to filling up his stomach, felt his empty stomach now, slightly She pursed her lips, but said, "Give us a cup of coffee, it would be best if there were cookies."

The waiter was a little surprised that Clemens didn't have anything to eat. Usually, the Deportivo star would have a lot of meat even if he had breakfast in the early morning, but she was very sensible and didn't ask any more questions, but walked to the back with a smile to cook. Coffee went.

It wasn't that Clemens wasn't hungry, but he thought it would be impolite to eat while talking with others, so he reluctantly rejected the suggestion.

Several people sat down separately, and the cameramen pointed their cameras at Clemens, and Clemens generously let them take pictures, while his eyes were on the reporters holding notebooks in front of them.

This kind of interview environment without any time pressure or any verbal violence is really rare, it is almost like an exclusive interview.Several reporters blushed with joy. Among them, a middle-aged lady looked at Clemens' handsome face and unconsciously slowed down her voice, softly and kindly, as if she was addressing her own child: "Dear Thomas , you don't seem to have any trouble doing the interview this morning."

Clemens blew Zha's blue eyes, and under the hazy yellow light in the cafe, Lakomen's eyes shone like gems: "I know you must have been waiting outside for a long time, then It’s very tiring, it’s nothing but an interview, but I think you can go to the club if you want to interview in the future, it’s too tiring to sit around.”

If you go to the club, you will definitely be kicked out by the club. If you want to find you, you will also be picked and scanned by Mendes from head to toe. How can it be so easy?

But no one mentioned this sentence, because they are all much older than Clemens. Although Clemens is already a star, but after this good boy invited them from the cold and windy outdoor to this warm Back in the cafe, the reporters had already classified Clemens as a good guy.

Listen to what this kid just said. There are very few good kids who invite them for a cup of coffee just because they are worried about being cold and tired.

The reporters who were very moved couldn't help but restrain themselves from the sharp questions they had prepared. They looked at each other in blank dismay, and then the middle-aged lady just asked, "I am a reporter from "Daily Sports Daily."

"I know, you guys like Barcelona." Clemens nodded, then tilted his head slightly, "Don't ask me what I think about Barcelona, ​​I didn't think much about them until I won the game."

The reporter lady smiled: "I like Barcelona, ​​their football is very beautiful, but now, dear Thomas, I also like you very much, at least I will become your fan."

Clemens was a little surprised. In fact, up to now, Mr. Daochang is still somewhat unaccustomed to the openness and cheerfulness of foreign friends. It would make Mr. Daochang feel a little embarrassed to say what he likes or dislikes so directly, so he sipped He pursed his lips and said softly: "Thank you, ma'am, I'm very glad to have you as a fan."

If it weren't for the accompanying reporter, the Barcelona mouthpiece reporter might have hugged the child in front of her.

So cute, isn't it?

So a friendly and harmonious interview atmosphere started from here. Clemens didn't mind where the reporters sitting opposite him were from, but he just accepted their questions one by one, and after thinking about it, he made his own answer, which was a little sharper. , Mr. Daochang looked back with clean eyes, and the reporter who was eating cookies and drinking coffee was not very persistent, so the atmosphere on both sides remained very good for an hour. .

When it was seven o'clock, the questions that should be asked were almost the same, and the answers that should be answered were almost the same. Suddenly, a reporter threw a question: "Thomas, everyone can see your excellence, but I want to know In football, is there anyone who is your idol?"

Clemens was taken aback by this question.

It was not Clemens' wish to come here, and it was only Clemens' wish to embark on the road of football. In order to settle the cause and effect, Mr. Daochang is willing to let him realize his wish, although Mr. Daochang loves it now. I started the career of goalkeeper, but it was not led by some idols when I first embarked on this road.

Speaking of leading, maybe Tianjie's thunder that chopped Mr. Daochang into flying ash is one of them?

Seeing that Clemens was in a daze, the reporter didn't make things difficult for him, but put it another way: "What do you think about Kaka?"

The question wasn't too difficult for Clemens: "He's a good player." Then Clemens shut up.

...Is this the end?

What about a good friend for a lifetime?

It was the reporter lady who added: "Your friendship seems to be very strong. As a friend, what is your evaluation of him?"

Clemens thought about it for a long time this time. As for the one with the best relationship among foreign friends, Clemens had many and complicated evaluations of Kaka, but he finally boiled it down to one sentence: "He is my best friend. Good friend, Ricardo is kind, sunny and family friendly, I think our friendship can last a long time."

The lady reporter nodded in satisfaction, and wrote down this somewhat familiar sentence in her notebook.

It wasn't until she returned to the newspaper office to write the manuscript that she realized, hey, isn't this what my daughter said when she introduced her boyfriend to her last night?

===

After seeing off those reporters, Clemens still couldn't hold back, ordered a seafood risotto in the cafe and returned to his small apartment after he was full.

After charging the phone and turning it on, Clemens, who had just logged on to Twitter, saw a bloody storm with a lot of words that he didn't understand.

For example, what is cp, what is attack and receiving, and what is counter attack?

But Clemens wisely ignored the comments that he couldn't understand, and turned to the news that he could understand.

The reporters must have rushed out the manuscript overnight, and there were various speculations about Clemens' position yesterday, but the results were generally the same, that is, Clemens might leave the game for a while.

However, the journalists have not forgotten the lesson they learned at the time. After all, they have been severely fooled by Vazquez once, and the media reporters have also learned to be smart. I am afraid that this is another molestation from La Coruña, so they used it conservatively. various speculative words.

injured?Maybe.

Missing the Copa del Rey semi-final?I guess so.

Ambiguity with Kaka?maybe.

But even so, many Clemens fans are extremely depressed and entangled, always hoping that the male god can come out early to prove his health.I used to hate the random fabrications of those media tabloids, but now it is even more annoying to throw out one possibility after another.

Clemens did not receive a request to keep quiet this time. For the sake of his own fans and those secretive reporters who could make up his mind, Clemens simply took a selfie and tweeted:

[I am very happy to win the game and be elected as the best player, and thank you for your support. [Looks like this today]]

'Selfie of a male god whom I haven't seen for a long time!front row! '

"Male God, you are handsome today~"

"I even compared a v to prove that my fingers are fine and cute 23333. Don't worry, the male god, let's rest~ I see that you are still wearing yesterday's jersey..."

'Let's rest 1, although the fingers look good, they are still a little red, let me lick them for you. '

'ls pay attention to the next exercise, if you drop it, help you pick it up=='

'Very good!Thomas can play against Barcelona!Aww~ Don't forget Luca's ball net hammock!Marcelo has shown off on Twitter several times! '

And 3 minutes after the tweet was sent, Clemens received a video chat invitation from Kaka.Putting the phone aside, Clemens picked up the mouse and clicked on it.

"Ricardo, you got up really early." Clemens said while adjusting the angle of the camera.

Kaka looked the same as usual, except that there were some shadows under his eyes, and he didn't know whether it was a bad rest or a lighting problem. He didn't look very energetic.Looking at the layout behind Kaka, he knew that the Real Madrid superstar had the right to stay in bed in the early morning. The warm yellow wallpaper and the soft white pillows against him all showed that the Son of God was still sitting on the bed at this moment.

Kaka didn't use the computer, but only held the mobile phone in front of him, leaning against the soft pillow behind him and said with a smile: "It's great to see that you're fine, it seems that Thomas, you won't miss taking your phone." A chance to return to the Camp Nou net?"

Clemens didn't expect Kaka to remember this matter, he was silent for a moment, and then nodded slowly.

Kaka still looked down uncertainly, and Clemens understood it, and raised his almost good left hand to show Kaka, and then saw the other party showing a satisfied smile.

Clemens didn't find it annoying. On the contrary, it felt good to be cared about.

Taking an apple from the table, Clemens touched the fruit knife and said, "Ricardo, you don't look very energetic, maybe you can go to sleep while you're resting."

Kaka rubbed the corners of his eyes. He didn't tell Clemens that he actually wanted to stay in La Coruña to accompany him yesterday, but Vazquez's unfriendly attitude made the Brazilian choose to return to Madrid, but his The heart did not fly back with it.

Kaka spent almost the whole night refreshing the page, hoping to get some news, but she didn't let it go until she saw that Clemens had nothing to do.

He smiled at Clemens, didn't bring up his concerns, and said instead: "I hope you have a good game against Barcelona, ​​and Luca will be very happy if we meet in the final, he always wanted to To watch your game live."

Clemens showed a gentle expression on his face. For little Luca, Clemens has always been kind, especially the fact that the child is also a Clemens fan, which Mr. Daochang likes even more.

Clemens picked up the fruit knife to peel the apple, and his eyes were also on the knife in his hand, but his voice didn't stop because of this: "Actually, I don't want to touch you, Ricardo, yesterday's game made me I’m a bit exhausted.” What Clemens said was not a lie, since he started to join a foreign friend’s team as a goalkeeper, yesterday’s game was almost the most exhausting for him. And the absence of his teammates made Clemens the busiest person. If he didn't lose too much energy, he wouldn't have bruised his fingers in the end.

Kaka, however, took this sentence as a compliment. The smile of the Son of God seemed to have golden edges when it was illuminated by the rising sun outside the window, making his face extraordinarily soft.

Clemens never cared about other people's appearance. The equality of all beings is not just a Buddhist theory. Taoism emphasizes that Tao follows nature, and everything in the world is in common with people, so there is no beauty or ugliness.But Clemens just thinks that Kaka is very good-looking now, and this good-looking is especially obvious after it comes with a soft light effect.

Slightly taken aback, Clemens suddenly lowered his head and continued to stare at his apple-peeling hands, and said in a low voice, "I don't know why Jorge called me."

"It's probably an advertising contract, it's okay, you don't need to rush back to him, let yourself have a good rest first." Kaka directly ignored Mendes' call to himself, in fact, Mr. Agent found some bad signs, so he Want to contain it from the root.

Some things just don't catch on in football circles, and Mendes definitely wouldn't want his two cash cows to grow together.

But Kaka took the matter under his wing. He was afraid of scaring his own children. When there were still too many uncertainties, the matter was far from being exposed.

Clemens, who was ignorant of everything, nodded, obediently turned his phone to silent mode, and threw it aside.

Clemens peeled the apples not quickly, but rather slowly. The peeled apples were thin and long. Mr. Daochang seemed to regard the continuous apple peeling as a game and enjoyed it.He talked to Kaka on the opposite side of the video about what happened to those reporters just now, and those questions. Kaka listened with a smile, but the more he listened, his eyes closed together, his hands were slightly lowered, and finally the phone was put away directly. to the legs.

"They also asked me what I think of you, Ricardo, actually I..." After peeling the apple, Clemens raised his head to look at the screen, and then fell silent.

What he saw was the sleeping face of the Son of God lying on the soft pillow with his head slightly tilted. His eyes were closed, his eyelashes were thick and long, and his short dark brown hair was scattered on the pillow, making him look soft.

And there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth at the moment, obviously the dream was beautiful, so Clemens unconsciously stopped talking and didn't want to disturb him.

Putting the peeled apple aside, Clemens reached out to close the computer screen, but finally fixed his eyes on Kaka's face.

Mr. Daochang just looked at it like this, holding the apple in his hand, looking at the screen with his eyes, and didn't remember to take a bite until a light brown color appeared on the apple.

So sweet.

===

Ronaldo is not in a good mood now. Even if he performed well yesterday, no matter how good his performance was, he did not win a victory, not even a single goal. This is enough to make the Real Madrid superstar depressed.

After returning from the team bus, the entire Real Madrid team got a day off to make adjustments. Mourinho did not have a meeting, because the Real Madrid coach himself did not know what experience and lessons to sum up.This feeling of losing to one person is really aggrieved. Mourinho let the team disband almost without saying a word.

Depressed Ronaldo took out his fat son when he got home, kneaded it, and then just buried his face in his son's stomach and fell asleep

Little Chris didn't think there was anything wrong with his father's sudden madness. The little guy who was used to being rubbed by Ronaldo just pouted and followed whoever he was. The two Chriss just slept until dawn.

Ronaldo was woken up by a phone call.

Frowning, he reached for the phone on the bedside table, first patted his fat son comfortingly to let him continue to sleep, and then connected the phone: "Hello."

"Hi Chris, I'm Clemens."

...If I knew it earlier, I would have glanced at the caller ID. If I knew it was you, I would never answer it!

You in the morning are here to show off, aren't you!

C Luo suddenly raised his eyebrows, trying to lower his voice but still couldn't hide the rising sound: "Don't you think it's a little early now?"

"I'm very sorry."

Clemens' quick apology made Ronaldo feel like he was out of breath. He let out a long breath, and finally hugged the pillow helplessly and said: "Little devil, tell me, what's the matter. If Kaka yesterday I don't care to settle the matter of carrying you away, and I don't care to help you persuade Jorge when he goes crazy."

There was silence on the other side for a while, and then I heard Clemens continue to say: "Chris, can you please help me go to Kaka's house?"

C Luo was taken aback: "What are you doing?"

"He fell asleep without a quilt, please go and help me, I'm afraid he'll catch a cold."

……

In the early morning, a Deportivo goalkeeper called himself and asked him to cover his teammates?

What the hell is this!