[轉載] C羅自傳《Moments》（５）
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足球：上帝的恩賜紅魔曼聯
我不想把足球看成是我的職業。
我也不會說沒有了足球我無法生活下去，但是我能保證我如果不能訓練，不能上場，
沒有了比賽，沒有了競爭的熱情和勇氣我的生活將是無法想像的。
足球是我的生命，是我的熱情，是我的歡樂。很多的隊友都說當他們清晨起床感覺到
失去了訓練的激情之時，也是他們職業生涯結束之時，而他們的心跳也不會再那麼有力。
我還很年輕，我無法想像如此。不過我也會把足球當作是上帝對我的恩賜。每天我都會聽
到人們抱怨他們一點不喜歡自己從事的工作，之所以做下去是因為需要養家餬口。對我而
言，我感謝上蒼讓我有能力追尋我的所愛。
足球一直是我最好的朋友。當我在一個修道院讀學前班的時候，除了在放學期間踢球
之外，我經常逃課，偷偷的去踢球，我回到家的第一件事就是把書包扔到沙發上或者床上
，拿著一個香蕉和酸酪乳，在一個硬紙盒上挖個洞，腋下夾著個球，跑到街上去踢球。
是的，我過去常常在街上踢球，或者更確切的說是在Quinta do Falcao路上。在我出
生的地方，在我的巷子裡面沒有體育場。在我五六歲的時候，我和我的朋友們就用兩塊石
頭在街上擺個球門，我們當時就這樣在街道中間踢球，儘管街上還有一個斜坡。由於那是
一條街，所以我們還得注意交通安全。每當汽車過來的時候，車子就得停一會兒，等我們
把那石頭從街道中間挪開，這樣汽車就能繼續向前開了。然後我們就這樣繼續踢著球：用
石頭擺球門，把石頭挪開。就這樣我踢了五六年。也就是說，這樣的踢球生活一直持續到
我打算離開曼德拉，前往里斯本。
我們經常圍在一起踢球。球經常會被踢到我鄰居家的院子裡。他們中的許多人經常去
向我母親抱怨，其他人就拿不把球還給我們來嚇唬我們。他們中有些人還真的不把球還給
我，我回到家就會哭起來。對自己的莊稼引以為豪的 Agostinho 先生，每天都會這樣對
我說：「如果你把球踢到這兒來，我就把球刺穿。」但是我沒把他說的話放在心上，因為
我就是想踢球。我就冒著這樣的風險踢球，但是足球還是不可避免的會被踢到他的院子裡
。每次球一踢到他院子裡，我就以我的最快速度把球撿回來。他就會向我母親抱怨，母親
就會責怪我。但是第二天同樣的事還是會發生，他也沒什麼辦法。
每當我不在街上踢球，我就會在我家旁邊的一塊大約有20平方米的 WELL 踢球，那裡
我可以對著牆踢球。我會在那裡呆上好幾個小時，通常要到8點才回家，有時我母親會強
制要求我回去的時候才回家。我一聽到她喊我名字，我就立刻衝回家，因為第二天還要上
學。如果我遲到，我媽就會懲罰我；不讓我去街上踢球。那對我來說是真正的懲罰。母親
可以拿走我平時偶爾玩的一些小木棒和石頭，但是不能拿走我的足球。
當我在 Andorinha 的時候，足球才真正進入我的生活——聽從我叔叔 Nuno 的建議
，我父親當時是這個俱樂部的球衣管理員——但是我是從里斯本競技開始我的足球生涯。
在那裡生活了兩年後，受到一個葡萄牙俱樂部的邀請似乎有點特別，每個人都會為生活的
劇烈改變帶來的困難而有所擔心。這就是孩子們的幼稚。我唯一想做的就是踢球，我不會
考慮其他的事情。碰巧我踢球給里斯本競技留下了深刻的印象——我很高興我夢想成真了
。但是我相信不管是里斯本或者本菲卡俱樂部，我父母都會做出同樣的決定：讓我離開，
讓我去追逐我的夢想。或者說，他們知道在那裡我會擁有美好的未來。在我童年的時候我
離開了我的家鄉，來到了葡萄牙大陸，來到了里斯本競技。他們很喜歡我，因為我是里斯
本競技俱樂部的一位葡萄牙球員。
代表里斯本出場的第一場比賽
02-03賽季季前賽，在 MAIA 球場與貝蒂斯進行的一場友誼賽中，當時的主教練博洛
尼（Lazlo Boloni）把我安排我到球隊陣容中。我當時只有17歲，我有很多的夢想。
比賽剛開始時我坐在替補席上，我當時很興奮，我羨慕所有的球員們。當然我希望自
己能夠首次身著球隊主場球衣為球隊出場比賽。當比賽結束前20分鐘，當時比分是1：1，
我被替換上場。
當時我熱血沸騰，我想集中精力把我平時練習的東西發揮出來。當時是我一生中最偉
大的時刻之一。用腳跟一磕，我把球停在了我的前面，看到貝蒂斯守門員出來了，我用吊
射把球打進了球門的遠角。這太美妙了。事實上它不是一個制勝球，但是能為球隊勝利做
出自己的貢獻是值得慶祝的，畢竟這是我的第一場比賽。
最後，我成功的展示了我所擁有的自信。我仍然能夠記起我接到通知去和里斯本競技
一線隊首次合練的那天。一整個早晨我都在學校，當我回到學院，當時的B隊主教練保羅
找我談話。「今天下午準備好去和一線隊合練，」他說。我的第一反應就是跑去打電話，
把這個消息告訴我的母親。我當時太高興了，當時又有點緊張。終於熬到了下午4點半，
我仍然不能形容我看到一線隊員到來時的心情。我等待著訓練的開始，觀看著每個人以及
他們所做的事情。我當時16歲，我很緊張，有點焦慮甚至害怕。
訓練照常開始，當時我想我的心情會慢慢好起來的。雖然如此，我之後經常被叫去和
一線隊一起訓練，老是害怕失敗，我的心就跳的很厲害。那時候，我想「沒關係，羅納爾
多，你很緊張，但是教練把你喊來是因為他認為你有價值和素質。」每一次訓練，這種想
法就一直存在著，後來這成為我克服恐懼情緒的一種方法，儘管我一直這樣問自己：「在
一群高水平球員中，像我這樣的孩子在這能做什麼？」
產生這個問題的原因是：當我還在低級別的聯賽，而且在球隊還是個新人，我還是里
斯本競技主場比賽的球童，所以我差不多跟那幫球員都有過近距離接觸。但是在場外，我
可以告訴你一個很奇怪的事情：海因策，我現在的曼聯隊友，他是當時為里斯本競技效力
的球員之一。生活就是這麼有趣：曾今我是海因策的球童，現在我是他的隊友。他們經常
談論這個。平托（Beto，現在是西班牙維爾瓦俱樂部的一名後衛），再例如，我還記得阿
方索（Afonso）當時給了我一雙球鞋。
我做了兩三年的球童。一場比賽我能拿到5歐元，但是跟在球場旁邊，離球員們那麼
近，而且還有機會在中場休息時玩一下球的那種興奮感比起來，錢根本不算什麼。由於比
賽經常在晚上進行，比賽結束後，我和我的同伴們會去一家披薩餐館，我們還可以開派對
：當時買一個披薩，他們會送給我們兩個披薩。我們把我們掙來的錢湊起來，我們買一個
，但帶著三個回家。這對我們來說是多麼華麗的晚餐啊！兩年以後，我就開始和一線隊員
們一起訓練，一起踢球。
當我習慣於社交後，我也開始變得更加自信。但是我當時的心情很複雜，因為我知道
我有多少價值，但不能強迫我自己。我發現很難去克服這種間歇性的心理掙扎。一直到三
四個月以後，我才完全冷靜下來，覺得自己是球隊的一份子。伴隨著每天的訓練計劃以後
開始踢一些教學賽，壓力也開始逐漸變小了。我的心跳也開始更加有規律，我重獲了自信
心。更重要的是，我沒有了拿球的恐懼心理。這是我被召入一線隊之前無法想像的事情。
在與貝蒂斯的比賽中，恐懼感消失了。這是我在里斯本一線隊的第二個賽季，我感覺
更加自信和全面。我從一名無人熟知的球員成為報紙的頭條人物，傳言說有些俱樂部對我
產生了興趣。我看了以後也覺得有點吃驚：畢竟我還是個孩子：我認為這是無足輕重，不
能放心上的事情。畢竟我只是一個孩子，所有的印象都來自於一些重要的比賽。比如：跟
國際米蘭的冠軍杯聯賽的小組賽，我第一次正式出場亮相，還有第一次我成為了葡萄牙錦
標賽的首發。那是對摩裡倫斯（Moreirense），這是我不能忘記的一場比賽。首先，我打
進兩個進球，我這是我第一次在職業隊進球得分，還有因為我的媽媽，一個忠實的競技隊
的球迷（不像我父親，是本菲卡的球迷），在阿爾瓦拉德球場感到了身體不適。當然這是
因為他的兒子不管是人格方面還是在職業方面都取得了成功，所以她才過於高興，驕傲，
這些複雜的感情讓她感到了不適。
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Football: God's Blessing
I do not like to think of football as a profession.
I would not go so far as to declare that I would not be able to live without
a ball but I can guarantee that I’m not able to imagine my life without
training, without the pitch, without the match, without the enthusiasm or
the thrill of competition.
Football is my life, my great passion, my pleasure. Many of my team-mates say
that their career will end the day they wake up and feel that the enthusiasm
for training has vanished, that their heart does not beat with the same
intensity. I am still very young, so I cannot even think about this. Also,
I look on what I do as a blessing from God. Every day we hear people
complaining, saying they do not like their job, and that they only work
because they need the money. In my case, I thank God for the ability to
pursue the activity I love.
The ball has always been my best friend. Apart from playing football during
the school breaks, I frequently escaped from classes secretly to play with
it, even when I was in the pre-primary, a convent school. The first thing I
used to do as soon as I arrived home was to throw my school bag on the sofa
or on my bed, to grab a banana and a yoghurt, making a hole in the top of the
carton, and, with the ball under my arm I would run into the street.
Yes, I used to play in the street or, rather, in the Quinta do Falcao road,
where I was born, since there was not a sports field in the neighborhood. Me
– I was then five or six years old – and my friends would use two stones
to mark the width of the goal and we played right there, in the middle of the
street, even though it had a steep slope. Because this was a road, we always
had to watch out for the traffic. Whenever a bus came along, it had to stop
a little while, wait for us to take the “goals” out of the way, and only
then could it continue its journey. Then we started again: replace the stones,
remove the stones. And it went on like this for five or six years, that is to
say, until I felt Madeira to go to Lisbon.
We used practice crosses. The ball would invariably land in my neighbors'
gardens. Many of them used to complain to my mother, others would threaten
to keep the ball. Some of them would keep their promises and I would go home
crying. Until I learned. And everyday, Mr. Agostinho, who was very proud of
his plants, would say to me: “If the ball gets in here, I will puncture it!”
But I didn't take any notice, because all I wanted to do was play. I took
chances and … inevitably, the ball would land in his garden. Every time that
happened, I would run as fast as I could to get the ball out of there. He
would complain to my mother, who in turn would tell me off. But the following
day the very same thing would happen again. There was nothing he could do.
Whenever I wasn't playing in the street, I would go to the well, next to my
house. It was a space of some 20 square meters, where I would kick the ball
against the wall. I’d stay there for hours, only returning home at night,
even then, only because my mother would demand me presence … As soon as I
heard my name, I would hurry home, because there was school the next day. And
if I was late, my mother would punish me: there would be no more football in
the street. And that would be a real punishment to me. My mother could take
away the stick or the marbles games, which I would play occasionally, but not
the football.
Football officially came into my life at Andorinha – following a suggestion
from my cousin Nuno and also because my father was the club’s equipment
technician – but it was Sporting Clube de Portugal that really launched me.
After spending two years at Nacional, the invitation from a team on the
Portuguese mainland came as something very special. At just 12 years old no
one really feels the weight of responsibility, nor does one worry about the
difficulties that may arise from such a drastic change in life. It is the
naivety of children. The only thing I wanted was to play football. I could
think of nothing but that. by chance it was Sporting that was impressed by my
football – and I am glad it was, because it made my dream come true. But I
do believe that if it had been FC Porto or Benfica, my parents would have
made the very same decision: to let me go, giving me wings so that I could
fly. In other words, they understood that a great future could be waiting for
me there. I left the island of my childhood and travelled to the Portuguese
mainland. I moved to Sporting’s Academy. They liked me and I became a
Sporting Clube de Portugal football player.
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First game for Sporting
MAIA STADIUM, 2002/03 Pre-season. A friendly game with betis from Sevilla.
Lazlo Boloni was the coach at the time and he made me a part of the squad.
I was only 17 and had many dreams.
I started the game sitting on the substitutes' bench. I was already thrilled
to be there, amongst all those players I admired, but hoping, of course, to
be able to make my debut wearing Sporting's main shirt. The score was 1-1
when 20 minutes from the end, I was told to take the field.
The adrenalin rose. I went on and concentrated on putting into practice
everything I had learned to do with the ball. I then lived one of the
greatest moments of my life. With a heel kick, I placed th e ball in front
of me and, seeing the Betis goalkeeper coming off his line, I aimed the ball
towards the far post, using a hook shot. I was euphoric. It was not a
decisive goal, it is true, but the face that I contributed to Sporting's
victory was enough to celebrate. After all, it was my debut.
Finally, I managed to demonstrate all the confidence I had in myself. I still
recall the day when I received the news that I was going to train for the
first time with Sporting's professional squad. I spent the morning in school
then, when I returned to the Academy, the B team coach at the time,
Jean-Paul, wanted to talk to me. “Get ready, this afternoon you are going to
train with the first team,” he said. My first reaction was to run to the
phone to tell my mother the news. Next, I went to the dressing room to get my
football boots. I was overjoyed, but growing nervous; I counted the minutes
and seconds to 4:30pm. I still cannot describe the feeling I had when I saw
the professional players arrive. I waited for the beginning of training,
watching everyone and everything. I was 16 years old. I was nervous, very
anxious and even afraid.
The training went on as usual but at the time I had the feeling it could
have gone much better. Even so, I began to be called frequently for the
professional team training. Always fearing failure and with my heart beating
out of control. In those moment, I used to think: "Okay Ronaldo, you are
nervous but if the coach is calling you it is because he thinks you have
quality and value." This thought was always there at each training session,
and it ended up being a way to overcome the fears that tormented me, even
when I kept asking the same question: "What is a young boy like me doing
here, amongst such great players?"
This question had a reason: when I was in the little league and a beginner,
I was also a ball boy in Sporting's home matches, so I had been close to
almost all those players, but on the outside. I can tell you about a curious
case: Heinze, today my compatriot at United, was one of them as at the time
he played for Sporting! Life is really funny: once I was Heinze's ball boy
and now I play with him. We often talk about this. Beto (Now a defender at
the Recreativo de Huelva, in Spain), for instance, remembers me; Afonso
martins even gave me a pair of football boots…
I was ball boy for two or three years. I received five euros per game, but
the money did not mean a thing when compared with the thrill of being down
there, next to the pitch, close to the players and with the opportunity of
being able to play with the ball during the interval. After the game, which
usually took place at night, my companions and I would go to a pizza
restaurant and we would party: at that time they would offer us two extra
pizzas for each one we bought. We would gather all the money we had just
earned, and we would buy one and go home with three. And what great sumptuous
dinners we had! Two years later, I would be alongside the professional
players, training with them, playing with them.
I started to be more confident as I got used to this social contact. But I
felt a great conflict of emotions inside me as I knew how much I was worth,
but not able to impose myself. An anxiety forgivable in young man with the
door opened to success. It was not easy to overcome this internal struggle.
Three or four months passed until I managed to be totally calm, feeling an
integral part of the team. With the work routine and the practice matches
that I started playing, the pressure began to fade away, my heart beats
began to be more regular and I regained my self-confidence. Even more
important, I lost the fear of having possession of the ball, something I
could not imagine happening until the moment I was called up to the
professional squad.
During the game with Betis, the fear disappeared. It was my second season
with Sporting's first team, I was feeling more confident and integrated.
I passed from anonymity to be in the newspaper headlines, which were already
suggesting names of clubs interested in me. I watched this with some surprise:
I thought that such a fuss was not justifiable. After all, I was just a kid
and everything had been due to that game. Others followed, like the one with
Inter Milan, that signaled my debut in official and also European matches
(Champions League preliminary rounds), or the first time I was first choice
in games for the Portuguese championship. It was against Moreirense and it
is also one match I will never forget. Firstly, as I scored twice, my first
goals in the professional team, and also because my mother – a real Sporting
supporter from the start (as opposed to my father, a Benfica supporter) –
fell ill in the Alvalade Stadium. This was caused by the emotion, the
happiness, the pride of seeing her son fulfilling himself both professionally
and personally.
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