Cristiano Ronaldo's Diet, Training and Goal-Scoring Advice

So, the whole food thing, he's obsessed, bro.

You eat the wrong thing, and he calls you out.

He used to eat a lot of quinoa rice, a lot of salmon, just fish, man. That was the secret.

I eat fish, but eating like him, I can't do it. No, okay, wait a second.

You guys would be having dinner, and he'd start saying: "Look, guys, uh... That's wrong."

No, he, he only spoke Portuguese. He speaks English, so he said: "You don't need to speak Italian, you can speak English."

The Italian guy would get mad at him. But he's him, right? He can do that, right, man?

But did he ever give you, like, a, a tip, sort of like: "Hey, but over here."

A technical tip, an actual soccer tip. Off the field or on it? Or... both?

With whoever you have to talk to. On the field, he told me to— that I was coming back too much to get the ball at my feet.

He said: "You're not going to score like that."

You have to attack more—space. Space. Which, these days, is my strong suit, you know?

Wow, so that was his main piece of advice.

Advice. He, the cheerful one, said: “Look, you keep coming way too deep to get the ball at your feet, man. You won't score goals.”

Then I said, “No way, you have to drift around.”

I'm young, I can handle the running. Then he said, “Look, start staying closer to the defenders, when they get the ball, you take off.”

And then, a year or two went by, I started doing that a little, and it started working.

See, the man was right. Yeah. And did he tell you anything else off the field, about life?

That day, I was riding my bike with him before practice.

And then: “So, how are you, are you, into going to parties and stuff?”

I said, “Man, I'm pretty laid-back.” Like, I was still discovering life, you know?

He goes, “Hey, so, do you drink?” I said, “No.”

He said, “Look, one day you’ll drink, but you’ll just have one little glass of wine, then, when it’s one in the morning, you’ll go home and get some rest.”

That idea really stuck in my head, man. It’s the man’s advice: have a little glass sometime, then take off.

A little glass of wine, at one in the morning.

But who goes home at one in the morning?

The party’s just getting started. Right?

Especially for a Brazilian who loves a big party. It’s hard.

Then you said, “No, definitely, just one glass.” I said, “No, okay.”

And I don’t even drink, or... I said, “No, it’s fine.”

Imagine him with his son, man. Wow! Wow, he must be unbearable.

Man, let him eat some chips, drink soda, and do nothing.

Really? His son, yeah, he is strict about that stuff.

And also when he saw players acting differently or drinking soda or eating snacks, doing whatever, he'd go, "Oh…"

Yeah, like, meat way past well-done, he says there's a, there's this thing that's bad for you, eating meat too… Well-done. Well-done.

Then, Mitico. Tips like that. All right, you got my attention, huh?

Mitico likes his meat charred. Yeah. Almost folding it over on the table, like that.

And the chocolate he used to eat, those…

Bitter? Man, that was awful. Oh, but it's Cristiano Ronaldo, for fuck's sake.

No, the man lives— the man is a robot, bro.

What does he do for fun, man? Train. I think that's all he does.

The guy doesn't even eat pudding. And at training, what was he like?

Really intense? He trains on what he needs: finishing and speed. Then he leaves.

When the guys started passing a lot, he’d start complaining.

That’s what I was—I was going to ask you, he also…

Man, you’ve got to score goals, you do, he liked to have the drills tailored specifically for him, you know?

He was kind of a leader there too, in that whole thing?

Yeah. Exactly. But it’s crazy, right? And he’d put together his own finishing drills, the guys weren’t the ones assigning them.

“I’m gonna train this here, look.” “No, are you messing with me?”

“Seriously.” “No, seriously.” “That’s awesome.”

And, like, it’s not as if he trained with, like, ten shots.

He’d train with, like, thirty shots with his right, thirty with his left.

So much so that, like, after about three months of me being there, I got injured because of him, man.

Did he train that much? He said, “Let’s have a competition.” I said, “Let’s do it.”

Then he called Moise Kim, Fadioli, and it was me and two other kids.

Bro, just lemonade. Right, left, from a distance.

Thirty with the right, thirty with the left.

On that last one with the left, I went to smash it.

Adductor. The rectus femoris. Thump. Ow.

Then I was like, man, I felt it. So I started walking with a little limp, right?

Doctor, doctoress, I'm not well. I'm not well.

I'm not well over there, like Calciatto.

Here. Ah. Then I went to get checked and she— told on me, right?

I didn't even tell him, right? I slipped out quietly, man. I said, "No, I'm tired."

What kind of injury is that, bro? It's a twinge, it's like a...

A tear? A little pinch and release, you know?

But doesn't that make you mad? Li— like, you look and say, "Fuck, I'm eighteen years old, man.

That guy's forty. Damn it." Bro, he's incredible, man.

He finishes well with both feet. The same power, the same accuracy.

And when he misses a shot, he gets... Agonized. Bro, you don't have to say anything, but it's pretty cool to know that you've seen him naked, you know?

That you saw him. No. You saw him. He's got a real speedo voice, bro.

Seriously? You think he doesn't, Cristiano doesn't know everyone would want to check out his dick while he's taking a shower?

If I were on the same team as him, I'd be like: No, you...

You don't have to, you don't have to go that far.

You'd give him a bath, man. You don't have to go that far. You'd give him a bath.

You don't have to go that far, Cristiano Ronaldo.

We're all friends here. We're on the same team.

Where is it? Champions' big shower.