The Day I Played with Ronaldo

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It is not appropriate for me to comment on Ronaldo, I am his biggest fan. I had just started my career in Brazil when he had become a 'phenomenon' in football and it had been a long-held dream of mine to play for the same club as him. —— Kaka

After the smell of alcohol and marijuana dissipated in the room, Licado sat down at the desk. There is an old-fashioned computer on the desk, and after turning it on, it enters the WINDOWS system of an unknown number of versions before. Fortunately, he has the memory of the original owner of this body, so he can play with this antique thing.

After successfully logging in and connecting to the Internet, Ricardo began to search for Ronaldo's video highlights from the past few seasons on the Internet.

After finding the resource, start the download.

The network speed in this era is still very slow. The slowest network Licardo has used before is Gigabit optical fiber, and he feels very speechless about this 512K network.

The waiting time is boring. Looking at the progress, it will take more than two hours to finish the game, so Licado plans to go out and play some balls.

There is certainly no shortage of soccer balls in the home of a soccer teenager. He quickly put on his jersey and sneakers, found a Nike football under the bed without much effort, rubbed and picked the ball up, opened the door like this, and walked out slowly.

Football never landed. His skills are excellent, and this body has also received formal football training, and the ball feels very good, so he feels like a fish in water when he is juggling the ball. He had an illusion that if his muscles weren't tired, he could go on like this until eternity.

There was no one else in the room. Uncle Paul's family should have gone out to watch the game. There was a home game against Sao Paulo this afternoon, and Ricardo forgot who the opponent was.

Most of his youth team members should have rushed to watch the game after training. Only he, alone, hid in the house and anesthetized himself with alcohol and marijuana.

Blame that damn reporter.

When this thought came out, Licado was startled, as if the original owner was still in this body, lingering like a ghost.

But soon he realized that this was just the resentment left by the original owner. He doesn't have to compete with the original owner for control like in the comprehension novels.

From now on, he is the only owner of this body.

Jumping the ball to the street, Licado noticed that many fans passed by in small groups, with joyful expressions on their faces.

It should be the previous game, and Sao Paulo won smoothly.

As the industrial, financial and cultural center of Brazil, São Paulo, a city with a population of more than 23 million, is performing a realistic version of a tale of two cities—one side is a fantasy city with street samba and carnivals for thousands of people, and the other side is full of crime, A city of poverty and despair. In this city of 30,000 millionaires and 3 million impoverished, some people drive a helicopter to work, while others cannot afford a football. The huge contrast convinced the children in the slums that the only equality this world brought them was the moment they stood on the court. In this city, football is the most important thing, bar none.

Although Ricardo was not born in a slum, he was not far behind. If it hadn't been for his brother Ronaldo becoming a star and raising the whole family, maybe the alcoholic father had brought the family into the abyss.

At this time, Ricardo saw fans wearing the "8" jersey all over the street. This era... should be the day when the star Kaka played for Sao Paulo. He is known as the treasure of Sao Paulo. This handsome chasing boy is loved by all Sao Paulo fans. None of them forgot him.

Until the end of his career, after returning to Sao Paulo, countless fans wore his No. 8 jersey to greet him.

Speaking of which, Ricardo and Kaka are also destined. Ricardo's father in his previous life was a crazy Kaka fan.

That's why he was named Ricardo.

Ricardo bounced the ball and walked towards an open space in his memory.

"Ricardo! Ricardo! Ricardo!"

It wasn't until the other party yelled three times that Licado realized that he was calling himself. He looked back and saw a dark-skinned, tall boy running towards him while waving at him.

"Riko!" Licado thought for a while, and correctly called out the black boy's name, "Why?"

After running to stand in front of Licado, Rico only panted slightly. His eyes stayed on the bouncing football for a while before looking at Ricardo: "Ricardo, why didn't you come to training again? If this continues, Mr. Mauro will fire you."

There was sincere concern in the words, Licado could hear it naturally, and his heart was warm. "I'll be training from tomorrow," he said with a smile.

"Tomorrow again?" Rico obviously didn't believe it.

"Really, I will definitely go tomorrow. I will not miss training again in the future." Ricardo said.

"Then... well, see you tomorrow. I hope you cheer up as soon as possible, Ricardo! Don't pay attention to those gossips, and use your performance on the court to fight back against them!" Rico said sincerely.

"Thank you!" Licado responded with a smile. When he was in trouble, almost the whole world was against him, only a few people stood firmly by his side, including Rico. "Goodbye! You hurry home!"

"goodbye."

Riko turned around and walked a few steps before he realized that during the conversation just now, the football on Ricardo's feet never landed.

He immediately turned his head to see that Ricardo was still bouncing the ball, walking slowly but firmly into the distance. The feel of the ball...is absolutely amazing.

"As expected of Ronaldo's younger brother..." Rico murmured.

...

When bouncing the ball towards the open space, Ricardo was still thinking about what happened recently. Originally, the original owner was a rising star of the Sao Paulo youth team. Although his physical fitness and skills were beyond those of his peers, he kept a low profile and never advertised that he was Ronaldo's younger brother.

But in an age where the media is so developed, this cannot be concealed, so everyone who should know knows it.

Because of this, some of the children in the team envied him, some wanted to get close to him, and some hated him, trying every means to slander and exclude him.

None of this. Although the original owner had an introverted and sensitive personality and was somewhat concerned, this was a hurdle that could be overcome.

Until a reporter from a tabloid investigated the original owner's mother, Li Mei, and found out that she had once leaned against the door to make fun of her.

Ronaldo's stepmother was once a skilled girl? This news hit the headlines of newspapers continuously, and many sports media rushed to reproduce it.

And some of the original owner's teammates with malicious intentions also used this news to attack him and laugh at him.

After all, the original owner was just a young boy with fragile and sensitive psychology. From then on, his state declined, he lost his position, was punished for fighting with his teammates, and fought with others when he went to the bar to get drunk... In a very short period of time, he degenerated from a hot new star to being in the middle of nowhere. A useless person on the verge of being fired.

This is the story of the original owner. It's not complicated, it's sympathetic.

And here I am. Ricardo clenched his fists, everything will be different.