[轉載] C羅自傳《Moments》（１４）
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葡萄牙國家隊
對壘俄羅斯的比賽，我做不到用進球以祭父親在天之靈；但我在德國世界盃做到了。
葡萄牙和英格蘭糾纏到最後進入點球賽，而我打進了最後一顆點球奠定了葡萄牙晉級
半決賽，我仰著天，振振雙臂。這絕對不是預定的進球手勢，一切從然地，此刻我認為是
最特別的。我為我父親增添了欣慰，這是第一次公開讚譽我父親。
我曾為他致詞，但我忘記我所說過的，大概是「爸，這是為你的」之類的話。這是我
個人第一次參加的世界級賽事，我還打進最關鍵的點球。我覺得一股力量在背後支持著我
，而這股力量來自我父親，我很榮幸我是他的兒子。
就好像我第一次穿起葡萄牙國家隊球衣，對手是哈薩克斯坦，地點是葡萄牙的查韋斯
，當時是為2004年葡萄牙歐洲杯造勢兼友誼賽。腦海深深烙印著這個日子是2003年8月20日
，我第一次在球場唱起葡萄牙國歌時，那種氣氛那種感覺讓人十分亢奮。下半場我的國家
隊主帥斯科拉裡讓我完成了我的國家隊處子秀。當時我才18歲，而且早在前幾天我也簽署
了自己在曼聯的第一份合約，事情發展得真美好，媒體開始盛讚一個新星的崛起，國家隊
主帥為我祝福。明顯地，我很開心。
自幼我已生活在一群足球員周圍，但我一直都是表現出眾那位，我沒有幻想過我能做
到，但卻不會因此讓我想有特權。每個人讓我感覺親切，有愛護支持我的感覺。路易斯-
菲戈，魯伊-科斯塔兩位經驗豐富的球員，一直都是給我最多建議的，他們教導我如何簡
易快捷地進行調適。依據傳統，年長的給予訊息給年輕的一直都是他們身負的責任，而且
盡他們所能讓交替期越短暫越好，這是正常的現象。大家必須明白，上述兩位球員一直都
是我心裡專業的代言詞。
尤其是路易斯-菲戈，和我站同一個位置而且我們風格相近的球員。他告訴我：「你
必須冷靜，正常地踢球，做你應該要做的。想像現在你在球會踢球而不是國家隊，所有事
情都看似簡單了。」好的例子，必須跟從。如今，我嘗試以行動告訴與我相同位置的葡萄
牙年輕球員他們必須幹什麼。我不誇大自己的成就，就算是我確實擁有一個成功的足球生
涯。無論什麼時候，球隊利益永遠都大於個人成就。
很快的，我對葡萄牙國家隊著了魔。一年以後我終於站在國家隊的歐洲賽場，更為吸
引人更有意義的是，葡萄牙為這次歐洲杯的東道主。球隊讓我留下更多的印象，這或許是
我活在世上最美好的情景之一，為葡萄牙人的團結，為球隊，為比賽，為夥伴，為和平，
為一切，我更努力地踢好球。我記得我第一場歐洲杯賽事是在巨龍球場，對手是希臘，斯
科拉裡告訴我我即將在下半場上場。我贏得一個點球的機會，我親自主罰，這是我人生裡
第一個國際正式比賽的進球，為葡萄牙國家隊進的球。我腦裡不斷回想這段美好的回憶，
同時，也不忘我們在最後階段屈居亞軍的傷心。我記得我們團結至上，融洽得好像一家人
似的，我們不忘在球員團結上作出貢獻的人，他是這方面的專家—斯科拉裡。
決賽戰敗希臘，我眼淚不自覺地從眼眶破堤而出，失望與傷心的表情在臉上浮現。我
看著圍繞著我們，成千上萬的葡萄牙人傷心的表情。花無百日紅，事出突然且讓人覺得心
酸，撼動了我。我們一路過關斬將，擁有一個神奇的歐洲杯月，葡萄牙人的公民愛國情操
空前猛烈。
我不能想像我們竟然丟失了冠軍。令人感到奇怪不安的是，當希臘把捷克踢出局時，
我心裡陳雜。「該死，又是希臘？難道我們就那麼有始有終嗎？」心裡不斷出現的自白。
我們很有自信，感覺到歐洲冠軍在不遠處，可是心裡總有些不安。
決賽的壯觀氣氛我有幸目睹，里斯本頓時聚集了大約210萬人口。我沒親眼看見所有
人，但我肯定有上萬名，步行，汽車，摩托車，自行車，甚至是船隻（停泊在泰格斯河，
那風景真漂亮）。人們高興地圍繞著我們的巴士，由此證明他們對我們有所期待。輸球破
壞了我們的心情，我哭是因為從天堂掉落地獄的感覺，我感覺失敗，感覺只想獨自一個人
待著。我從來沒看過那場比賽。隔天，我們接獲葡萄牙總統的召見。慶幸的是我很快就恢
復心情。事後，我明白我們踢了許多好球，雖然我們錯失很多機會去贏得歐洲冠軍，可是
我們還是不抱一絲懷疑，欣然接受一切。同時間我們也被許多人批評。那天下午，對我們
整個國家來說是個很糟糕的挫敗，但我們仍感受安適，雖然輸球，但我相信球迷明白我們
心情。事實上，我們在歐洲盃上有著不俗的表現，因此我們也獲得來自足球界的讚賞甚至
尊重。
至今，每次在球場唱起葡萄牙國歌我依然感覺震撼，聽著葡萄牙國歌，穿著葡萄牙國
家隊球衣，是無比的殊榮，是很特別的經驗，我沒有拒絕加入國家隊的理由。我已經為葡
萄牙國家隊踢了四年的比賽，但每一場的感覺依然特別，是獨一無二的感覺。在葡萄牙國
家隊，我感覺我自己100%屬於葡萄牙。為葡萄牙踢球是理所當然的，我愛我的國家。
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隊長的臂章
通常比賽我都是隊裡最後一個出場的，無論是在曼聯還是在葡萄牙國家隊。
這並不是因為任何的迷信，也不是突發奇想而做的，而是因為我很早之前就習慣了這
樣。然而，凡事都是有例外的。而這個例外就發生在2007年2月6日，葡萄牙和巴西在倫敦
的酋長球場進行了一場友誼賽。
與我往常不同的是，這一次我是帶領著我的隊伍，第一個出場，這天，是我22歲生日
的翌日。最主要的一個原因，這是我職業生涯第一次為葡萄牙帶上隊長的臂章，作為隊長
步入賽場。我感到一點洋洋自得，但我尤其感到自豪。還有一個原因，這是我後來才知道
的，我是葡萄牙近80年歷史以來，最年輕的一個隊長。
我知道幾乎所有看著這場比賽的人都感到十分驚訝，無論是在球場上還是在電視機前
的。我不能說這是完全適合我，儘管我還是感到有點措手不及。早在3個月以前，國家隊
教練透露，他打算任命我為葡萄牙國家隊的隊長。不久後，教練在2008歐洲盃對陣哈薩克
斯坦前的新聞發佈會上，說出了這個想法。
當我知道這個消息以後，我的心跳開始加速。儘管我知道教練任命我為隊長這個決定
並不是立即會生效，但他把我的名字加諸於一個如此崇高和重要的位置，這已經讓我十分
感激。
在我22歲生日過後的那一個晚上，我很自豪地把隊長臂章戴在我的左臂上，臂章的旁
邊是我球衣上胸前的葡萄牙國家隊的徽章，緊貼著我的心臟。我感到十分榮幸。因為斯科
拉裡之前已經透露過他的打算，但我能夠感受到，當第一次帶上隊長臂章時的那種興奮。
這種榮譽並不會帶來什麼額外的責任，無論是在每天的訓練中或者是比賽中，這都是我職
業生涯的一部分。這個臂章沒有改變任何東西，無論是我的性格，我踢球的方式還是我的
生存之道；更無論是在場上還是場下。然而，這個臂章意味著很多東西。我十分享受帶著
臂章的感覺，它代表了我職業生涯的一個里程碑。
那是一場特別的比賽，是為了對一位我很喜愛的人致以最深切的敬意。葡萄牙足協主
席 Carlos Silva 的離去讓大家心裡都充滿悲傷和懷念。由於這個原因，我生平第一次拒
絕慶祝我的生日。我的隊友見到我都會對我說「生日快樂」，在國家隊裡每當有人生日大
家都會向他道賀，這很平常。但是我婉拒了他們的道賀，因為這並不是一個合適的時候。
發生了這樣的事情以後，做什麼都是不合適的，所以我不打算舉行生日宴會，我的隊友都
尊重我的意願。
比賽進行得十分順利，儘管這只是一場為日後做準備的友誼賽。我們打敗了巴西，我
的目標是一直都這樣，盡我全力去比賽。當我在場上的時候，我並沒有考慮太多大家所說
的「責任」，我只知道，這一晚我是這個國家隊的隊長。我總會盡量做到以相同的態度去
面對比賽，無論是葡萄牙國家隊還是在曼聯，無管對手是弱旅還是強隊，我總是帶著一樣
的決心，對勝利一樣的嚮往，同樣的愉快和同樣的責任心。
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The Portuguese national team
Against Russia, I was unable to score a goal to dedicate to my father. But I
did it in the world cup in Germany.
I looked at the sky after I scored the last penalty in the match against
England, which put Portugal in the semi-finals, and I raised my arm. It was
not a planned gesture. It was pure instinct, in a moment I considered to be
special. This was in fact the first time I publicly honored my father.
I addressed a few words to him, but I cannot remember what I said. I believe
it was something like: "You, there, this one's for you." I was in a World
Cup, the first of my career, and I had scored a decisive penalty. I am sure
that my father was, once more, very proud of his son. Just as he was when I
wore the shirt of the Portuguese national football team for the first time.
The adversary was Kazakhstan, Chaves was the city, and the match was a
friendly one, in preparation for Euro 2004, which Portugal would host.
I vividly remember August 20th, 2003. Emotion overcame me when I sang the
Portuguese national anthem, and also when Luiz Felipe Scolari brought me
on for the second half, giving me my first international appearance. I was
18 years old, and a few days before I had signed a contract with Manchester
United. Everything went well. So well that, besides being considered by the
media as the best player on the field, the national coach congratulated me.
It was spectacular. My head was in the clouds.
Being surrounded by football players I had admired since I was a child, and
with whom I had never imagined I'd play, was enough to feel privileged.
Everyone made me feel welcome, cherished, and supported. Luis Figo and Rui
Costa were two of the most experienced players, and they were also the ones
who gave me most advice, in order to provide me with an easy and quick
adjustment. This is normal, for tradition states that the eldest pass the
massage to the youngest, and they are responsible for welcoming them and
for their fast and seamless integration. But you must understand, they were
two football players whom I had always seen as professional icons.
Particularly Luis Figo, for playing in the exact same position as me, and for
his playing style. From him I heard these words: "You must feel calm, play
normally, do what you know how to do. Imagine you're in your club and not in
the national team and you'll see that everything will be much easier." Good
examples must be followed. Today, I try hard to play exactly the same role to
the young Portuguese international players that arrive in the national team,
without over-emphasizing the status I have acquired, due to the success I am
having in my career. Our need to belong, in whatever circumstances, is
crucial to individual success, but mainly for the team's.
I quickly became "addicted" to the Portuguese national team. A year later I
was participating in the first European Championships of my career, with the
extra allure of it being hosted by Portugal. I made an impression on the
team, and it was also one of the most beautiful moments I've ever lived. For
everything: for the union of the Portuguese people, for the training, for the
matches, for our companionship and harmony. I remember the first game, in the
Dragao Stadium, against Greece, and Luiz Felipe Scolari telling me I was
going to play in the second half, then the deep emotion I felt. I committed a
foul, which resulted in a penalty and then I scored a goal, my first goal in
official matches with the Portuguese national team. I recall the joy of that
moment, and the sadness of defeat, at the end of the game. I remember the
way we all got together and became a family. The family of the Portuguese
national team. There is a particular person responsible for this phenomenon:
Luiz Felipe Scolari.
I never imagined we would lose that cup. But curiously, when Greece knocked
out the Czech Republic, we looked at each other with mixed reactions and
emotions. "Damn, Greece again? Are we going to end the Championship with
the same opponent we started with?" were typical comments. We were confident
and we believed that it was possible for us to be European champions, but
there was something that just did not fell right.
The atmosphere on the day of the final was one of the most spectacular I
have witnessed since I started to play football and may be even the most
chilling. The Lisbon area has population of about 2.1 million people. I
will not say every one of them was out on the streets that day, but I am
sure they were more than just thousands, there must have been millions.
On foot, by car, motorcycle, bicycle, even by boat (the Tagus River looked
so beautiful!). The human cordons that gather around our bus showed how
much hope and adoration they felt for our team. Having lost the final was
frustrating for all of us. I cried amid great feelings of sadness. I felt
lost. I only wanted to be alone and I stayed alone. I did not even want to
watch the video of the game. The next day I left the house only because we
were invited to a formal reception by Jorge Sampiao, by the President of
the Portuguese Republic. Gradually, I recovered. After all, we had to
understand that our campaign had been good. We lost a great opportunity of
winning the European Championship, we deserved it, without a doubt, every
critic said so, even our opponents. That afternoon was a terrible frustration
for the entire country, but we felt comforted by the manner in which, even
after being defeated, fans stood by us. The truth is. We gave a great
performance in the European Championships, and the entire football world
regarded us with even more respect.
Even today, I still feel the same shivers down my spine as I felt when I
sang the Portuguese national anthem for the first time. Hearing it, and
singing it while wearing the Portuguese national team shirt, is a fantastic
experience, and leads me to believe that we can never say "no" to our
country. I have been representing the Portuguese national football team for
the last four years, but each game I play is always special and the feeling
is continuously unique, repeatedly rich in satisfaction. Here, in the
Portuguese national team, I feel one hundred per cent Portuguese. Playing
for Portugal is absolutely terrific because I love my country.
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Captain's Armband
I am usually the last member of the team to arrive on the field, either at
United's game, or those of the Portuguese national team.
This is not due to any kind of superstition, nor on a whim, but because I got
used to it very early on. However, there is no rule without an exception and
that exception occurred on February 6th 2007, in the Emirates Stadium in
London, on the night Portugal played a friendly match against Brazil.
Unlike my normal routine, this time I was the first to come out onto the
field, leading my team, the day after my 22nd birthday. There was a major
reason for that: for the first time in my career I was handed the captain's
armband for Portugal and it was as captain of the team that I walked onto
the pitch. I felt somewhat vain, but above all I was very proud. Also because
– as I learned later – I was the youngest of all the team's captains in
the history of the Portuguese national football team for the last 80 years.
I know that practically every person watching the game, either at the stadium
or on television, was surprised. I cannot say that was exactly the case for me.
Although I was caught somewhat off guard. Three months earlier, the national
coach revealed his intention of promoting me to the position of captain of the
Portuguese national team, sometime in the near future – he stated it in a
press conference, which took place to announce the shortlist for the match
against Kazakhstan, for qualification for Euro 2008.
When I found out about it, my heart started to beat faster. Even though I was
aware that his decision to make me captain would not occur immediately, the
mere fact that he had suggested my name for such a noble and important
purpose was motive enough for me to feel grateful.
That night, the day after my 22nd birthday, I proudly wore the armband on
my left arm, almost side by side with the Portuguese escudo embroidered
on the shirt and close to my heart. I felt privileged. I was not surprised,
considering Luiz Felipe Scolari had already revealed his intentions, but
I was able to experience, for the first time, the thrill of wearing that
armband. That honor did not bring any extra responsibility, for that is
always part of my career, in every training session and in every match I
play. The armband did not change anything. Not my character, not the way
I play, or the way I am, either on the field or off the field. However,
it meant a lot. I enjoyed wearing it very much and it was another step in
my development as a football professional.
That was also a special match as it paid homage to a person of whom I was
very fond, and whose demise filled every one of us with sadness and longing:
Carlos Silva, vice-president of the Portuguese Football Federation. His
death left us in deep mourning. For that reason, and for the first time
ever, I refused to celebrate my birthday. My team-mates wanted to sing
"Happy Birthday" to me, which always happens when someone's birthday occurs
during a training period of the Portuguese national team. "No, I don't want
to, because this is not the right moment," I answered. After what had
happened, the circumstances were not in fact ideal, so I did not want to
have a birthday party. My team-mates respected my wish.
The match went well, even thought it was only a friendly in preparation
for the competition that followed, which would translate into points. We
defeated Brazil and I aimed to do the same as always: to give my best.
During the time I was on the field, I did not think too much about what
people call "responsibility" due to the fact that I was, on that night,
the captain of the team. I always try to behave in the same manner, while
wearing the Portuguese national team shirt, or the Manchester United shirt,
whether in a match against theoretically lesser opponents, or against teams
that are considered to be powerful. I face up to them all in the same way,
with the same commitment, the same determination, the same will to win, the
same pleasure, the same responsibility.
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