Messi was so scared that he cried when he maxed out his header talent at the start of the game

Chapter 308

Chapter 308: Messi's diary and Ronaldo's hard training

Hotel Bayerischer Hof in Munich.

In the hotel conference room.

Jose Pekerman is being interviewed by the team reporter.

"Mr. Pekerman, the fans are very concerned about the situation of the national team's young player Leo Messi."

"It has been nearly three months since he was injured in the Champions League match between Barcelona and Chelsea and was ruled out for the season."

"Can Messi represent Argentina in this World Cup group match?"

The gray-haired Jose Pekerman smiled and nodded. In 2004, he replaced "Crazy" Bielsa as the trusted coach of the Pampas Eagles.

"Leo is a very good player. Although he is very young, he is an indispensable member of our national team."

"Recently we have been holding team training."

"I think he has recovered to 80%, or even 90% of his level."

The team reporter showed a happy expression. In his opinion, this is good news that will make the Argentine people happy.

Then, the reporter asked Jose Pekerman about the grouping of the group stage.

"To be honest, our luck is not very good."

"The uncrowned king of the Netherlands, the African elephant of Côte d'Ivoire, the Balkan iron army of Serbia and Montenegro."

"The opponents in the same group are very strong! But we will still do our best to enter the knockout stage and compete for the World Cup!"

Jose Pekerman's speech is exactly the same as his coaching style, very conservative.

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Also in this hotel.

In a guest room.

Leo Messi, with his hair disheveled, walked out of the bathroom and wiped his hair silently.

Another man in the room was flipping through something.

This scene.

Leo Messi was so scared that he rushed over and snatched the notebook.

"Hernan! How could you read my diary..."

"Hey, relax, Leo. I thought it was your tactical notebook, but it turned out to be a diary. I didn't expect that there would be serious people writing diaries these days. I swear, I didn't see anything at all."

Hernan Crespo showed an apologetic expression, but then he pretended to be nonchalant and asked.

"Do you pay close attention to Su?"

"You said you didn't watch it!"

"Hey, you mention Su almost every few days, saying that you watched his game again today, and saw his news again. I really didn't read it seriously."

Leo Messi's face was red, because Crespo was right.

Especially in the nearly two months of recuperation after the injury.

I watched every live broadcast of Su Fei's game, and I wanted to see how Su Fei improved.

The result.

Every time I watched a game, the blow I received increased by one point.

Su Fei became more terrifying than the World Youth Championship, and he became stronger every once in a while.

Seeing Leo Messi in silence.

Crespo seemed to have guessed what his national teammate was thinking.

He stepped forward and patted Leo Messi on the shoulder.

"Relax. I know how you feel. I remember that our Argentine youth team was defeated by the Croatian youth team led by Su in the final of the World Championship last year, so it is normal for you to catch up with him. Don't forget, I was also on the bench this year and witnessed Su's lore against our Chelsea."

Leo Messi was touched by Crespo's words.

"Hernan, do you think we have a chance to take revenge together in this year's World Cup!"

"Of course! The World Cup is not a league, we have a good chance. The premise is that the Croatian men's football team can get out of the group stage!"

"You're right. If Croatia doesn't qualify, it won't even be qualified to play against our Argentina."

"Haha, if that's the case, it would be even better!"

The two Argentine men's football players who were hurt by Su Fei showed a yearning smile on their faces.

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Munich, temporary training base for Portuguese men's football team.

Under the lights of the night.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Cristiano Ronaldo, wearing the red No. 7 jersey, was sweating on the empty training ground.

Cristiano was constantly practicing shooting.

He took out the footballs from the football cart one by one, shot them into the goal, and then ran over tirelessly to put the footballs back into the football cart.

Beads of sweat dripped onto the grass.

The Portuguese boy seemed to be enjoying it.

"You are really...Here, Cristiano!"

"I searched all over the hotel and called all the people, but I couldn't get through to you."

"I guessed you might be in training, so you don't have time to check your phone."

The voice came from an old man with a mustache and a Mediterranean hairstyle.

The old man walked to Croano with a smile, and his eyes were full of admiration.

Cristiano wiped the sweat off his face.

"Sorry, boss. I should have told you in advance."

"No, a player who works so hard never needs to apologize to the head coach. "

The old man with the mustache is the current head coach of the Portuguese men's football team, Scolari.

After successfully leading the Brazilian men's football team to win the championship in 2002.

He transferred to the Portuguese national team.

In 2004, he led Portugal to the European Cup finals, and successfully led Portugal to this year's World Cup finals.

Although he is not Portuguese.

Four years are enough for Scolari to have deep feelings for the players in this Portuguese national team.

Especially.

This talented and hardworking Portuguese future star in front of him, who was selected for the European Cup Best Team and Best Newcomer in the 2004 European Cup!

The relationship between the two.

Both teacher and friend.

Scolari looked Cristiano up and down.

Can't help but sigh.

"It seems that the league this year has dealt a big blow to you. I feel that you have become very different."

"Ah?"

"More mature. I have learned a little about the Premier League this year. There is an 18-year-old monster rookie, right? And it is the mortal enemy team of your Manchester United. In one game, you almost reversed the game with a hat trick, but you were defeated again. Was it a big blow to you? "

"Yeah."

As Scolari said, the smile on Cristiano's mouth disappeared.

When he thought of Su Fei.

He felt very, very stressed.

This is one of the reasons why he works so hard. Since he started playing football, Cristiano has established the concept that.

There is no shortcut in football. Only by continuous efforts can you become stronger.

Scolari's eyes are distressed and relieved.

Sometimes a strong opponent.

It can also promote the growth of a player faster.

"This year is your first World Cup debut. I believe in you. I will let you start."

"Come on."

"The World Cup is a bigger stage. You will get the opportunity to prove that you are no worse than any young player! "

The light in Cristiano's eyes returned, and he looked at the coach in front of him with gratitude.

Speechless.

"The premise is that you should rest today. The body is the capital of the revolution. Health comes first!"

"Okay!"

Cristiano smiled and looked up at the sky. The stars in the sky seemed to be hope.

Su!

This time.

I will definitely be able to prove myself!

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