The Day I Played with Ronaldo

Ronaldo is a myth in world football, his speed and explosive power have almost reached the perfect level. Just as there is only one Pele and one Maradona, Ronaldo is unique. —— Mancini

"Who is that?" Osvaldo's eyes stayed on Licado who was training alone.

"He's Ricardo," Rojas said.

Osvaldo thought for a while, then raised his eyebrows with interest: "Ronaldo's brother?"

"……yes."

"Why does he train alone?"

Rojas suppressed his anger: "He recently missed too much training without reason. I decided to give him a warning in the team, fine him for two weeks, and prohibit him from participating in individual training within one week."

Osvaldo nodded, showing no interest. What he needs is a professional player, not a waste that can't manage himself well.

Ricardo joined the team after he left the youth team and served in the first team, so he was not familiar with Ricardo. Some time ago, he also heard about Ricardo’s turmoil. After all, those news occupied a large number of pages in the newspaper for a while, but at most he felt a little sympathy for Ricardo, and he was even more sad and angry about his misfortune.

And he has no intention of interfering with the youth team's penalty decisions. "The feel of the ball is good." He commented.

Ricardo was juggling the ball at this time, he was smiling, the football was firmly attracted to his ankles and thighs like a magnet. It fully embodies the skill of a Brazilian player. (Licardo: Am I iron?)

Rojas walked with Osvaldo on the sidelines of the training ground, watching the training of the young players. But Osvaldo's gaze was always involuntarily attracted to Licado.

Perhaps, because the kid is Ronaldo's younger brother, he had certain expectations of the kid? Or is it that this kid's skillful skills moved him somewhat? Or, the smile on the kid's face, the love for football from the bottom of his heart, so that he can't help empathizing?

Or, did he think of another Brazilian player who rose to fame, Ronaldinho, who always played football with a smile, the elf who was born for football?

After looking around, Osvaldo said: "You can recommend some players to me."

"What position do you want?"

"Center field."

Rojas then began to point out: "This is good, Rico, explosive, fast, good technique, a little reckless in shooting, but he is a very characteristic striker, and he is currently a substitute for the U19 national youth team."

"This little guy, Junior, is capable of playing any position in the midfield. He has balanced left and right feet. He has poor physical confrontation ability and slow speed, but he does a good job of passing the ball, and the pass is also very good."

...

He introduced five small players in one breath.

Osvaldo considered it for a while, and observed for about half an hour.

The head coach of the first team was watching, and the boys were naturally so excited that they couldn't find their way. They all tried their best to make a good impression in the eyes of the head coach.

But the more impetuous you are, the more you try to show yourself, the more you will expose your shortcomings.

Osvaldo watched, frowning deeper. This group of children... is not satisfactory. Kaka was only their age when he entered the professional arena, but he was much stronger than them in terms of skills and mentality.

"Just him," Osvaldo pointed to Rico, "Let him come and report tomorrow."

After speaking, he turned and walked outside the training ground. Rojas followed him, nodding with a smile, "Riko is a great guy, you won't be disappointed."

Osvaldo nodded helplessly, he didn't have any expectations. I just hope that during this period when the team is full of injuries, it is enough not to lose too many points. This year is the first time for Sao Paulo to participate in the national championship, and he can't bear to see the fans too disappointed.

When passing by Ricardo,

A "bang" was heard. Osvaldo turned his head and took a look, and saw several footballs in front of Licardo, and a row of triangular cones 20 meters away, one every 1 meter, and one of them had just been kicked down.

Licado took a few steps to run up and shot furiously. The football flew out like an arrow from the string and knocked down a triangle cone again.

Osvaldo stopped in his tracks. He counted, and there were 10 triangular cones in total. They were originally used for other exercises, but were used by Ricardo to practice shooting.

He wanted to see how many shots it would take for Ricardo to knock down all 10 triangle cones.

Ricardo made the third run-up and shot, and the triangle cone fell down in response.

Ricardo made a run-up for the fourth time, shot, and the triangle cone fell again.

...

For the 10th time, when the goal was shot, the triangle cone fell to the ground.

Osvaldo finally became interested. This shot is of high quality, with near-perfect strength and speed. Ordinary young players don't have this kind of footwork. In terms of shooting skills alone, Licado can barely play in professional leagues.

Of course, it also depends on Ricardo's physical confrontation ability and running ability. It's not like every game is a penalty kick!

"How does he usually behave?" Osvaldo asked.

This time it was Rojas' turn to frown. "It's not bad. He was the team's main striker before. He has a good scoring rate, has body and speed, but his reaction in front of the goal is a bit poor, and his running position is average. He doesn't use his brain to play football. He always thinks about using speed to pass He is a person with poor team awareness. In the youth team, he can still enjoy himself, but if he goes to a professional team, his playing style is too monotonous, and he is easy to be guarded to death."

Rojas did not deliberately belittle, but was fact-based, explaining Ricardo's strengths and weaknesses clearly.

Osvaldo was a little distressed. He needs a player with a brain, who can play more of a screen and pull role in the frontcourt, and provide a fulcrum for Kaka and others.

But Ricardo's shooting skills and physical fitness, as well as the fact that he is Ronaldo's younger brother, made him a little moved.

"Let him come over tomorrow." Osvaldo finally said.

Worried about Rojas' thoughts, Osvaldo explained: "I heard about him. I'm afraid he's not having a good time in the youth team recently. It's good to let him change his environment. After all, he is a promising young man. It’s ruined like that. Don’t worry, I’ll let him train alone, and the punishment you announced will not be invalidated.”

Promoting an insignificant person to the first team will not touch anyone's interests, but it may get Ronaldo's favor.

Although he has nothing to do with Ronaldo, there is no need to please Ronaldo. But in football, the name Ronaldo cannot be avoided. Ronaldo is a phenomenon, a force, a magic. He didn't need to explain this to Rojas.

Of course Rojas was dissatisfied. Immediately after the punishment was announced, he was promoted to the first team. Is this a punishment or a reward?

But after all, he can't fight against the head coach of the first team. To put it bluntly, as the head coach of the youth team, he serves the head coach of the first team, and it is his duty to continuously send qualified talents to the first team.

"Okay, Mr. Osvaldo." Rojas replied reluctantly.