The Day I Played with Ronaldo

Chapter 162: Brazil VS Turkey

Pereira is notoriously strict in running the army, and players are never allowed to go out and fool around on the eve of the game. But Licado is a little bit of a brain at this time, so he doesn't care about it so much.

He doesn't care about love at all, but he is still a young guy with normal physiology after all. It is the time when his physical needs are the strongest in his life, so he doesn't care if he is teased by Ambrosio.

Ricardo poked his head out of the room and saw that there was no one in the corridor, so he quickly ran to the elevator to the floor where Ambrosio was, and found room 2208 without much effort.

He reached out and knocked on the door, but there was no response, probably because Ambrosio hadn't come up yet.

So he waited at the door for a while. Soon, the "ding" bell sounded when the elevator stopped, followed by the crisp echo of a string of high-heeled shoes stepping on the marble floor.

Li Cardo didn't look back, but he could outline in his mind the appearance of Ambrosius Tingting approaching gracefully.

When the sound of footsteps stopped, he felt a hot mass on his back, and a pair of hands gently wrapped around his back and wrapped around his abdominal muscles.

Licado smiled: "You are so enthusiastic when we meet?"

Ambrosio said with some resentment: "I've been thinking of you all the time. You don't even take the initiative to make a phone call. You insist on me."

"It doesn't matter who takes the initiative." Ricardo turned around.

As soon as he turned around, Ambrosio leaned forward, carrying the fragrance of perfume, his hot lips pressed against his lips tightly, and his dexterous and soft tongue actively stretched out.

Ambrosio's kissing skills were very good, the two quickly gasped, and they touched each other fiercely in this corridor, Riccardo felt his whole body was hot, and he just wanted to enter the room quickly, so that the swelling somewhere could be released.

But Ambrosio pushed him away, looked into his eyes, and asked, "What do you really feel about me?"

Licado licked his lips and responded with a smile: "I... like you very much."

"I like you too, Ricardo." Ambrosio took out his room card, swiped it on the door, and pushed Ricardo in.

"Since you like me, why haven't you expressed anything?" Ambrosio asked while actively taking off Riccardo's shirt.

Ricardo didn't speak, and replaced words with a long kiss.

In the darkness, the fragrance wafted through the nostrils, the fire of desire was burning fiercely, the sound of fierce collisions, and a loud moan sounded out, playing the most primitive and most beautiful piece of music.

...

The next morning, when Riccardo woke up, Ambrosio had already left.

There is a small note on the bedside table, with a few words written in lipstick: "Happy birthday, are you satisfied with the birthday gift. I hope you can score a goal tonight. Love you, Alex."

Ricardo was a little bit lost, but he quickly pulled himself together, sneaked back to his room, took a shower and changed his clothes.

When he came out after changing his clothes, Fabiano looked at him with a half-smile: "Look at your pale face and weak footsteps, how many times were you asked for last night?"

Ricardo stretched out 5 fingers.

Fabiano said disdainfully: "Only five times? So little? When I was your age, seven times a night was fine."

Riccardo simply responded: "Blowing bragging."

"I'm not bragging, I've experienced it myself," Fabiano said winkingly, "Next time you ask Ambrosio to bring a beautiful friend, I'll prove it to you."

"Let's talk about winning tonight's game first," Licado said simply, "If we fail to qualify, we will be nailed to the rack of shame."

"Don't be ridiculous, how could we lose to Turkey!" Fabiano said fiercely, "Even if we play blindfolded, we can't lose to them."

However, at the Guichar Stadium at night, the score was already 2:0 in just 35 minutes.

Leading the way is Turkey.

The players of the Brazilian team were almost stunned. They ran around like headless chickens without showing the slightest demeanor of a strong team.

Pereira looks stern and doesn't care about the results, which doesn't mean he can accept the team's current performance with pleasure.

In his heart, he has crossed the names of several players. From now on, as long as he is in charge of the Brazil team for one day, these players will not be recruited.

The Brazilian Globe Sports commentator Fernando De Lima, who was broadcasting the game live, sounded weak: "Today's Brazil team is completely out of shape, and the score of 0:2 faithfully reflects the content of the game. I have never seen a kicker. I am worried about Brazil, which is so ugly, facing the upcoming World Cup qualifiers in this state."

"At this time, Pereira should consider substituting. He still has a few good cards to play, such as Ricardo and Ricardinho. They should be able to bring something different to this Brazilian team. .”

"At this time, I miss Juninho very much. If Juninho is on the court, the Brazilian team's offensive organization will be much smoother."

Taking advantage of several dead ball opportunities, Pereira called several players to teach them face-to-face, and finally changed the situation. Before the end of the first half, Adriano took advantage of a counter-attack opportunity, went straight, and suddenly kicked a shot from the penalty area line.

At the beginning of the second half, Pereira replaced Ricardo and Ricardinho and adjusted the formation to 442. Ronaldinho plays as a front midfielder, Ricardo and Adriano partner in the striker line, Ricardo's position is equivalent to a B2B midfielder, ahead of Emerson and Kleberson, Ronaldinho behind Dinho.

The appearance of Ricardo and Ricardinho brought some anger to the Brazilian team. They finally took the initiative on the field and began to threaten Turkey's goal frequently.

But the goal came late. Until the 80th minute, Ricardo's dribbling on the right side of the penalty area caused a foul by Turkey, and Brazil won a free kick in the frontcourt.

Ronaldinho took the free kick, and Lucio in the crowd jumped up and headed the ball in. Brazil finally tied the score at 2:2.

If this score is maintained, Brazil will get the right to qualify, but it is likely to face the leader of Group A, France, as the second in the group.

Turkey will be eliminated.

This result was unacceptable to both teams.

So in the last 10 minutes, the two teams launched a crazy confrontation.

In these 10 minutes, the two teams shot more than the previous 80 minutes combined.

It was the Brazilian team that had the last laugh.

In stoppage time, Ricardo swam to the left to receive a pass from Ronaldinho. He didn't stop the ball and knocked it back. As soon as he cooperated, he quickly inserted into the middle after passing the ball.

Ronaldinho understood it, and after using a Marseille roundabout to pass the Turkish defender, he kicked through.

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