The Day I Played with Ronaldo

Two days later, on the night of June 21, the Brazilian team moved to Lyon to face the US team at the Gerland Stadium.

Although the U.S. team won last year's CONCACAF Gold Cup and is regarded as the strongest team in North America—but, in the eyes of the Brazilians, North Americans can only play rugby. football? Do they know how to kick a ball with their feet?

The US team is just a slightly stronger underdog in the eyes of the Brazilians.

So in this game, Pereira made a big rotation of the lineup, and several players got the chance to represent the national team for the first time.

Ricardo, Adriano, Ronaldinho, Emerson and others all sat on the bench.

In the end, with Fabiano's goal, Brazil beat the US team 1-0.

In another game in the same group, Cameroon also defeated Turkey with a score of 1:0.

A few days ago, Turkey defeated the United States 2:1, so the situation of qualifying for Group B is relatively delicate, and everything depends on the last game to decide.

Now Cameroon has 1 win, 1 draw, 4 points, and 1 goal difference; Brazil also has 1 win, 1 draw, 4 points, and 1 goal difference; Turkey has 1 win, 1 loss, 3 points, and 0 goal difference.

Both Cameroon and Brazil only need a tie to qualify, and the US team has been confirmed to be out. Cameroon will definitely not fight to the death in the last game, so Cameroon is generally favored.

If Turkey wins against Brazil, it will definitely qualify; if it draws with Brazil, it will depend on Cameroon's face. If Cameroon loses to the United States by more than 2 goals, Turkey will be able to qualify as second in the group.

So Turkey will definitely fight Brazil. For Brazil, this battle is not easy, after all, Turkey was the third place in the World Cup last year.

Although last year's World Cup was full of water under the influence of South Korean referees, Turkey's strength should not be underestimated. Emre, Hakan Suk, Okan, Yilmaz, etc. are all relatively capable players.

The Brazilian domestic media is quite optimistic about the prospects of the Brazilian team, but there are still a lot of complaints about the Brazilian team's victory over the United States by only one goal.

In the hotel room, Licado logged into the official websites of newspapers such as "Reims Sports Daily" and "Scoreboard" to learn about domestic public opinion.

To his slight surprise, "Scoreboard" seems to have canceled Adrian Jesus' column.

Of course, Ricardo didn't like this reporter who was always grandstanding and against him. If it weren't for the lack of legislation on racial discrimination in Brazil, he would have sued this bastard a long time ago.

The current result can only be said to be Adrian Jesus' own fault.

However, Licardo also knew that as his fame rose and he entered the mainstream league, he would inevitably be misunderstood, discriminated against, and even targeted.

Even for great players like Messi, Ronaldo, and Ronaldo, some media still find ways to discredit them, just because discrediting them can bring sales.

As Ronaldo's younger brother, his every move will be observed under a microscope, and he will be compared with Ronaldo at every turn, so he will definitely encounter more pressure in the future.

However, those ghosts and monsters, let them come here.

Ricardo was never afraid.

...

After the game against the United States, as soon as 0 o'clock passed, it was Ricardo's birthday. After a night of sleep, the entire Brazilian team came to Saint-Etienne to prepare for the next game.

As soon as he checked into the hotel, Licado's phone rang non-stop. His mother Li Mei, his two brothers, and some relatives and friends all called to congratulate him on his birthday.

Just after finishing the phone call with Stella, he saw that there was only the last bit of battery left, and another call came in. The number was unfamiliar, but a familiar sexy voice sounded inside: "Guess who I am?"

"Alexandra, have you changed your phone number?" Licado laughed.

"No point,

I guessed right so quickly. "

"Your voice is so unique, how could I get it wrong with such a beautiful voice." Licado gave a small compliment.

Ambrosio laughed a few words and asked, "Happy birthday to you, little birthday boy."

"Thank you, it's hard for you to remember."

Ambrosio smiled coquettishly, "Are you in France? Playing games?"

"yes."

"Coincidentally, I'm also in France, attending a catwalk. What city are you in?"

"At the moment in Saint-Etienne."

"I'm in Paris," Ambrosio chuckled, with a voice like a seductive kitten, "Miss me?"

"Of course I do, I miss you often." No matter how puzzled Licado was, he still understood these most basic routines.

"Then how about I come to see you tonight? Celebrate your birthday."

Licado immediately understood the hidden meaning in her words, and when he thought of her delicate face and perfect figure, a warm current rose in his lower abdomen. "Ok, I will wait for you."

"Which hotel are you in?"

Ricardo quickly reported the name of the hotel.

"See you tonight!" Ambrosio smiled and hung up the phone.

Yay, I can feed my little brother tonight. Licado jumped up from the hotel bed and ran to the gym. Since tonight is destined to delay time, let's make up for the amount of training now.

...

At night, Licado surfed the Internet absent-mindedly, glancing at his phone from time to time. Luis Fabiano, who shared the room with him, watched the TV and asked casually, "You've been looking sullen all night, is there anything good tonight?"

Heck, Fabiano's dog nose is so good? Ricardo hid it and laughed: "No way, I'm just thinking about tomorrow night's game."

Tomorrow night, Brazil will face Turkey at the Guichar Stadium. This game is very important for whether the Brazilian team can qualify.

Fabiano snorted, and said angrily, "Stop pretending, can you? Where can I find a girl, and introduce one to me. I don't know French, and I don't even know where to find a call."

Licado smiled and said, "I'm not looking for a girl, and I don't know French either."

"Then you have the ability not to sneak out of the room tonight."

Ricardo had no choice but to admit: "Well, I have a date. But the other party is Brazilian."

"Brazilian? Is that your little girlfriend? Or Ambrosio?" Fabiano finally became interested.

Ricardo didn't expect him to guess right, so he could only admit, "It's Ambrosio."

Fabiano looked envious: "You got her done? That's amazing. I admire you! Such a beautiful woman, you are very lucky."

"She and I are just friends." Ricardo explained feebly.

"Really?" Fabiano smirked, "Then why do you carry the small hotel umbrella in your pocket?"

Oops.

Ricardo's phone ringing interrupted their conversation. "Hey?"

"It's me," Ambrosio's sexy voice sounded, "I'm at the hotel and I'm booking a room. Let's meet in the room, the room number is 2208."

"Okay." Riccardo hung up the phone and said to Fabiano, "I'll go out for a while, and cover for me if I have something to do."