There are two versions of inspiration. Let's see which one is better when the time comes.
Version one:
Ronaldo, 32, was back in the spring of 2009 on the day he defended his Champions League title.
——You have made the same mistake again.
——But how do you know that you are unhappy?
It was a path that shaped me, I was born to follow it.
Ancient glory brings arrogance, heroic dreams bring ruthlessness.
While he was still young, the world was always at his feet. The deeds of the hero will always be sung by the Roman cavalry, the preacher will spread the teachings in the wilderness, and the name of the hero will be recorded in history. Years later, only time will still remember the young boy who tucked his jersey into his shorts and shouted Hala Madrid.
His name is Ronaldo, from Madeira. He has red blood but a white soul.
Version two:
On his 24th birthday, Cristiano had a dream.
He dreamed that he went to Real Madrid, that bastard Mourinho was his manager, and he missed a penalty kick in the Champions League semi-finals.
How terrible!
Ronaldo, who had only scored a penalty kick in the Champions League the previous year, was worried. Although he did want to go to Madrid, he definitely did not want to work with Mourinho. He attributed the nightmare to a punishment for living too freely on his 24th birthday - he had a party with a lot of people, and was eventually slapped on the head and dragged home by the old man.
He decided to be more honest in the future.
But the next day, the third day... The dream became longer and longer. He dreamed that he injured his knee due to over-attendance and other reasons, and then... He dreamed that he was ten years older and holding the Champions League trophy with a little boy who looked a bit like him.
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
Cristiano, who was still a little boy himself, planned to use the underlying logic to prove how absurd this dream was. However, when he stood on the training field the next day, he suddenly found that he seemed to have a great shooting skill point.
The talent is yours and the world is yours
…
The difference between the two versions is that they are not reborn, and they do not raise children.
This is a love letter to CR7, and it is also my last thought about you Luo. The writing time will be extended indefinitely. I don't know if the King of Bernabeu will return to Real Madrid again. I may write about it one day in the future. I'll put a copy here first.
Intention: Thank you for taking me to my true hometown
