The Day I Played with Ronaldo

Ronaldo is the best striker I have ever seen, as long as he is in shape, no one can stop him, I adore him. - Guti

In the visiting locker room of the Mario Celso Petraglia Stadium, it was as oppressive as before the storm. The players didn't dare to speak out, and Osvaldo didn't make a sound. He just used silence to put more pressure on the players.

Don't sink in the pressure, just explode in the pressure.

"You guys played like a piece of shit in the first half," Osvaldo finally said.

The players breathed a sigh of relief, as if the waited-for second boot had finally hit the ground.

"But forget it, I don't want to blame you too much, what we need to pay attention to now is how to change the situation in the second half," Osvaldo lightly criticized, and then changed the subject, "In the second half, we must attack. "

Ricardo straightened his back.

"Ricardo," Osvaldo glanced at him, "you can start warming up now."

"Yes, BOSS!" Licado quickly stood up and began to do stretching exercises, pulling his ligaments.

"Alessandro, you take a break in the second half." Osvaldo said gently, without embarrassing Alessandro too much. In the past, when the team played double defensive midfielders, Baptista and Ricardinho usually partnered, and Alessandro served as a substitute.

Alessandro's defensive ability is still passable, but he has always wanted to play forward today, Osvaldo can only replace him.

"We played like this in the second half." Osvaldo turned to the blackboard, writing and drawing while explaining.

The eyes of the players gradually widened, and they involuntarily glanced at Ricardo. It's... oh my god, a 16-year-old kid at the heart of the offense?

Although in the past few days, they have seen Ricardo's strength in training. But, after all, Ricardo has never played a professional game!

Is it too childish?

Osvaldo is also a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Anyway, if he loses this game, he will be scolded bloody, 0:2 is a loss, 0:4 is also a loss, he might as well give it a go. As for whether Ricardo has the ability to reverse the game? To be honest, he didn't hold out much hope. Big deal, just treat this match as training.

Ricardo smiled. Attack the core? It feels so good.

...

In a football-themed bar in the Cavina neighborhood in Sao Paulo, it was as noisy as ever. Uncle Paul held a glass of beer and had a heated argument with his friend Jimmy.

"Don't underestimate Sao Paulo! We have a fighting spirit that will never admit defeat! Let alone two goals behind, even if we fall behind by three or four goals, we can still come back!" Uncle Paul gasped for breath after finishing this sentence, picked up a beer Drink a sip.

Corinthians fan Jimmy smiled: "Really? No Kaka, no Fabiano, what do you use to equalize the score."

"We still have..." Uncle Paul lowered his volume. Reynaldo? The technique is too rough, you don't need your brain to play football. Baptista? The position is too late, and the offensive ability is insufficient. Wilson, Carlos Miguel? Let's talk about something else.

Uncle Paul put down the beer glass heavily: "In short, we must be able to equalize the score, let's wait and see!"

Jimmy didn't speak, but took out 1,000 reais from his pocket. "There's no point in a war of words, or else, let's make a bet."

Uncle Paul immediately gave up. "I don't like gambling, so forget it." He angrily launched a general attack on beer.

...

The second half of the game was about to start. When the players of both sides stepped onto the field through the player channel, the commentator saw Sao Paulo's request for a substitution.

"As soon as the second half started, Osvaldo made adjustments. Sao Paulo used No. 30 striker Ricardo... no, Licardo replaced No. 16 Alessandro. Who is Ricardo?"

His partner looked through the information: "God,

The player is only 16 years and 2 months old and has no professional game record. Is Osvaldo crazy? At such a critical moment, he actually replaced a child. Did he give up the game early? "

"By the way, I remembered that this player's information shows that his full name is Ricardo Nazario da Lima, and he is Ronaldo's half-brother. There are a lot of news, do you remember?"

"Of course I remember, I hope this child will not be influenced by those bad media."

"Hopefully he can make a good debut, but I think it's difficult, after all, the situation in Sao Paulo is too difficult. Let's watch the second half of the game."

At the beginning of the second half, Atlético Parana attacked suddenly for a while. After the attack was fruitless, they retreated and began to shrink their defense.

Sao Paulo's offense became much more delicate after Ricardo played. With Riccardo's role in connecting the frontcourt, their turnovers in the frontcourt have dropped a lot, and their offense has been played vigorously.

The commentator also knew the ball, so he could see the role of Ricardo, and he began to praise Ricardo. "Licardo is not a stage fright kid at all. Who can tell that this is his first professional game?"

"Yeah, he played cleanly, efficiently and brought something different to Sao Paulo. I think I understand why Osvaldo replaced him. He should have come on in the first half, said Maybe Sao Paulo won't be so passive in the first half."

"As expected of Ronaldo's younger brother, he played very well in his career debut. Although it is difficult for Sao Paulo to get back the score, Ricardo will definitely get a good evaluation after the game. For a 16-year-old player That said, he did a great job."

In the bar, Uncle Paul's eyes recovered. "Look, little Ricardo! He is the hope of our São Paulo!"

"I don't even dare to dribble, but I still hope," Jimmy said disdainfully, and took out 1,000 reais again, "Since your hope of Sao Paulo is on the field, do you dare to bet with me!"

Uncle Paul didn't make a sound. No matter how much he liked Ricardo, he couldn't believe that Ricardo had the ability to reverse the situation of the game by himself. After all, Ricardo is only 16 years old.

Jimmy laughed: "Compared to Corinthians, Sao Paulo is garbage! A fighter in garbage!"

Uncle Paul's old face was flushed, his bushy beard trembled with anger, and he stared at Jimmy with wide eyes. After a while, he roared, "Okay, I bet you! I bet Sao Paulo can tie the score!"

He took out a handful of crumpled money from his pocket, counted 1,000 reals for a long time, rolled his eyes, and said again: "However, Sao Paulo is 2 goals behind. If you can tie, you have to give me 2,000 reals." Just do it."

"2000 is 2000." Jimmy readily took out another 1000 reais. He didn't believe it, without Kaka, without Fabiano, without Ricardinho, Sao Paulo could equalize. What to rely on to equalize? By that brat named Ricardo?