The Day I Played with Ronaldo

The script of this commercial is very simple, short, and even a bit vulgar.

It was Ricciardo scoring a goal on the court, taking a shower, using polos shampoo, and going to a dinner party in a suit. When he passed by Ambrosio, Ambrosio staggered suddenly. Ricardo reached out to help him, and Ambrosio fell into his arms. He smelled the fragrance of shampoo and looked up. The two looked at each other affectionately.

Riccardo already has longer hair, so he didn't have to wear a wig for this commercial. The shooting shot was intercepted from the game video of him scoring the second goal against Flamengo.

The shower shot will be shot separately later.

What we are going to do now is the set of shots where we meet Ambrosio.

Undoubtedly, both of them remembered that encounter in reality. When the drunk Ambrosio passed by Licardo, he staggered suddenly and fell into Licardo's arms.

The footage of this group of commercials is simply a replica of that encounter.

Perhaps it was for this reason that the first half of the filming was completed very quickly, including Ricardo driving a luxury car to the dinner party, passing by Ambrosio, Ambrosio fell, and Ricardo helped him, This set of actions only took 3 trial shots, and the two found the feeling and passed it perfectly.

But in the last shot, Ricardo was stumped.

"Relax your expression, you are too stiff."

"Be more affectionate! Be more affectionate! What kind of look is that in your eyes? It will scare girls!"

"Please, Ricardo, are you planning to go to the battlefield?"

"Licado, pay attention, you are gently supporting Ambrosio's waist with your hands, not asking you to try to strangle her to death!"

Li Kaduo had a wry smile on his face. He also shot a lot of commercials in his previous life. Although his acting skills were almost nonexistent, he didn't have to shoot a single scene so many times.

The key is that the way Ambrosio is snuggling in his arms and looking at him affectionately is too tempting, and the faint scent of elegant perfume on her body makes him want to move even more. His heart beat a little faster, his palms were sweaty, he felt nervous for no reason, and sometimes he would subconsciously look away.

And the lower body reacted involuntarily. Fortunately, the pants he was wearing were looser, otherwise he would have made a fool of himself in public.

"Again!"

Another failed shot. Ambrosio stood up straight, looked at Licado with a smile, and asked softly, "Am I too unattractive? You can't feel it."

"On the contrary, you are too attractive."

Ambrosio gave him a charming white look, which made Ricardo's heart beat faster again: "You're talking nonsense again."

It's not that Licado has never seen beautiful women. In the previous life, he had tasted personally, and there were not a few beauties who were only slightly inferior to Ambrosio. He has even come into contact with women who are better than Ambrosio in appearance and figure.

It stands to reason that he should be resistant to beautiful women.

But the fact is that now his body is too young and full of energy, the hormones are so full that it is about to overflow, it is almost like a spark will explode.

The flying hormones interfered with his rationality, his calmness, and his judgment, making him just want to hug Ambrosio to an empty room and taste it wantonly.

How can I calm down and shoot this advertisement well? He didn't want to spend all day in the studio.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he said, "Is there a football here? Please give me a football."

Of course there should be no footballs in the studio. But luckily, a staff member happened to bring a football over, ready for Ricardo to sign the football.

He quickly took out the football from the bag in the corner: "I have it."

"Can you borrow it for me?" Licado asked politely.

"Of course." The staff member excitedly handed the football to Licado,

"Can I trouble you to sign this later, Licado? My son likes watching you play football very much."

"No problem." Licado took it with a smile, then took off his leather shoes, and started bouncing the ball with his bare feet.

The football is like a life, ups and downs, beating lively. And Riccardo also quickly entered the state, forgetting about shooting and Ambrosio, and only focused on football.

After bouncing more than a dozen times, Licado picked up the ball and caught it with the top of his head, controlling the ball to prevent it from falling to the ground.

The football swirled a few times above his head, and then fell meekly from his back. Ricardo raised his leg backwards and picked the ball in front of him with his heel.

The camera had already been aimed at him, and the red indicator light was on, silently recording this scene.

After bouncing it more than a hundred times, Licado flicked the ball lightly, and the football fell into the arms of the staff member accurately. "Thank you!" he said with a smile, "I'll sign for you after the filming is over. Now let's get on with our work!"

Licado put on his leather shoes and started shooting again.

This time, there was no NG again, and Licado accurately grasped the expression that the leading actor in the ad should have. He looked affectionate and personable, and his movements were ambiguous but decent.

"CUT!" The director shouted happily, "It's over, it's perfect!"

The staff applauded. It's not easy.

Ambrosio still maintained the posture of snuggling into Riccardo's arms, and smiled charmingly: "When you retire, you can try to make movies. The look in your eyes just now was so good that I almost melted."

"Really?" Licado laughed, "But I can't take a football with me to shoot a movie, right?"

Ambrosio burst out laughing.

The next thing to shoot is the scene of Riccardo taking a bath. Ambrosio has no more shots and can leave early.

Before leaving, she came to Li Kaduo: "We are friends now."

"It's already been."

"Then why didn't you ask for my phone number?"

Licado slapped his forehead: "I was so nervous that I forgot. Alexandra, can you give me your phone number?"

"Of course." Ambrosio said solemnly, handing him a business card.

It simply printed: Alessandra Ambrosio, followed by a string of phone numbers, MSN account numbers and email addresses.

Ricardo quickly put it away, smiled and said, "I will call you."

"I'm looking forward to it." Ambrosio's soft voice scratched at Licardo's heart like a kitten's fluffy paw.

She gave Licado a meaningful look, then turned around and left the studio gracefully.

Licado took a deep breath and smiled at the director: "Let's continue."

After Ambrosio left, the shooting progressed very smoothly. Basically, each shot was passed once or twice, and the progress suddenly accelerated, and the shooting plan was finally completed ahead of schedule.

After meeting some of the staff's signature needs, Susan sent him back to the residence.