"Marcus Rashford, I'll do it too."

"What is Rashford doing?"

"Marcus Rashford has a follow-up shot."

"Greenwood stepped forward."

"Why don't I lose weight and come back."

"Marcus Rashford didn't get a second chance when he played like that in his lordship!"

……

……

"I'm grass!"

"Stupid!"

"I'm!"

Dong Fangzhuo, a 37-year-old greasy man, woke up from a nightmare.

I didn't expect to be able to make him sleep unsteadily by commenting on a Manchester United game on station B, the game was obviously over, but he was still scolding.

Garbage Manchester United!

Garbage Rashford!

Trash Greenwood!

Litter......

Suddenly!

A soft arm reached over and wrapped it around his waist.

"Honey,"

"Are you having nightmares?"

？

Uh-huh??

Uh-huh???

Dong Fangzhuo looked stunned instantly.

I didn't sleep with my daughter-in-law today.

I didn't go to a nightclub last night, and I didn't get drunk.

How can there be a ...... lying next to you? Woman?

Wait a minute

Speaking or English?

What's going on?

He didn't dare to move, but slowly turned his head and glanced at it secretly.

Boy!

An extremely graceful woman was lying naked beside her, looking like she was pregnant!

Look at the woman's face again.

Ah......h

No way?

It's scared to death.

Dong Fangzhuo closed his eyes again and tried to breathe as smoothly as possible.

The mind is constantly thinking.

My goodness,

Isn't this Cristiano Ronaldo's girlfriend Georgina?

Absolutely, almost every day, you can find the news of the two of them on the Emperor of Football, and you will definitely not be mistaken.

That's what it means.

Could it be ......

At this moment, Dong Fangzhuo immediately thought of the damn big head in China.

The reason is very simple, the bastard author once reborn him as a male protagonist and wrote a football novel called "The World's First, Second, and Third Are Me".

even wrote Wu Lei's "I Am the King of Martial Arts", as well as Zheng Zhi's "I, Captain China".

It's not really going to be evil.

Did you really cross over or be reborn?

Otherwise?

Thinking of this, he raised his head slightly and glanced at his abdomen.

Nima.

Eight-pack abs.

I feel like my abdomen is full of heat and strength.

Well, I only had a big belly before, even if I lay flat, it was bulging, and my daughter-in-law also said that a man who was a little fatter was cute......

And this well-developed pectoral muscle, it's a B.

You can't be wrong.

It's not Cristiano Ronaldo's body that's weird.

It's Tintin, hey, inferior three points......

If you don't believe it, you can ask Park Ji-sung, everyone knows it......

Instead of answering Georgina, he turned over the quilt and wrapped himself in his pajamas.

I want to go to the bathroom to see if I really look like Ronaldo.

But as soon as I opened the door, I heard a frolicking sound.

In the blink of an eye, he was greeted by several bouncing children, one, two, three, four!

When I saw him, I instantly became eager.

"Daddy!"

"Daddy!"

"Daddy!"

Two little girls and a little boy ran towards him, but the tallest guy stood there and spread his hands helplessly.

This guy is Dos Santos, Ronaldo's eldest son.

Needless to say, he must be Cristiano Ronaldo.

Can Ronaldo's children still recognize the wrong person?

Oh, my God.

What can I do?

Dong Fangzhuo tried to calm himself down while stroking the cute children.

After calming the children, he went to the living room and sat down.

This damn mansion is so big.

Cristiano Ronaldo will really enjoy it.

It's much more beautiful than my own house, and it's much better.

Dong Fangzhuo sighed.

He used to be a football star, but compared to Ronaldo, he is a poor man......

Dos Santos also walked over and turned on the TV.

"Daddy,"

"Finally there are no voices criticizing you today."

"Those guys finally know that it's not your fault at all."

'Marcus Rashford, those guys stinked too much.'

"What the hell Greenwood played!"

Dos Santos complained as he tuned the channel to the sports channel.

"Hmm." Dong Fangzhuo forced a smile and nodded.

"They're stinking enough."

"I'm having nightmares."

Wait a minute!

That's a big problem. If he becomes Cristiano Ronaldo, won't he be playing for Manchester United at the weekend?

Ah......h

Can you play it?

Last night, he bragged about it, saying that he could play for Manchester United by losing weight......

Dream come true.

Wear Ronaldo's armor and go to the battlefield again......

Well, tragedy.

Now, where to find the real Cristiano Ronaldo?

Think of yourself once you set foot on Old Trafford, and then you perform extremely poorly, and end up being booed off the pitch by the fans, and being ridiculed by fans all over the world, especially Messi fans.

I can't imagine it.

At this moment, Dong Fangzhuo has already felt this invisible huge pressure.

I can't help but sigh, Lao Luo is really not having a good time.

Although they are not friends with Ronaldo, the relationship between the two was not bad when they were young, and they both have the DNA of Manchester United......

But now, what to do?

Take a step, count it as a step.

Dong Fangzhuo stood up, looked at the football field outside the big glass window, and suddenly had a new idea.

It's easy to know if you can play, just change into a jersey and go to the court to play?

What if it works?

"Son,"

"Change gear,"

"Go out and practice with me!"

He shouted out Dos Santos.

Well, take advantage of Ronaldo's first! His son is my son!

Dos Santos was obedient enough to quickly grab his boots and jersey.

'Father and son' put it on neatly.

At this time, the phone at home rang.

Bell bell bell,

Bell bell bell.

Dos Santos ran to answer the phone.

"Hello?"

"What did you say?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Dos Santos didn't speak for more than ten seconds after that, frowning tightly and looking disgusted.

Then he hung up the phone and looked at Dong Fangzhuo.

"Daddy?"

"There's a madman."

"He actually said it was my daddy?"

Ha!

Dong Fangzhuo was shocked.

Nima?

It can't be the real Cristiano Ronaldo calling, right?

This......

Quite possibly.

Dos Santos also didn't want to think that not everyone would be able to know their home phone number.

His face was a little embarrassed, and he was thinking.

Bell bell bell,

Bell bell bell,

The phone rang again.

The feelings are still from the same person.

"I'll pick it up."

"You go out and warm up first."

He sent Dos Santos away.

But he wasn't ready to answer the call himself.

In case it's really Ronaldo.

What to do?

Bell bell bell,

Bell bell bell.

The phone was still ringing.

Pick up, must pick up!

Dong Fangzhuo gritted his teeth and grabbed the phone.

"Hey."

……