Chapter 151

Back in Manchester, as soon as Cristiano got home and put his luggage at the door, he couldn't help but look around and call out: "Junior? Leo? Ronnie? I'm back!"

Ferdinand's house was very quiet. Even the puppy, who usually came out and barked a few times, did not respond this time.

Cristiano scratched the back of his head in confusion, took off his coat, walked inside, and muttered in confusion: "Where are they? Aren't they going to have a day off today?"

He said as he glanced at the calendar on his desk, confirming that today was a rest day for the team.

Cristiano took out his cell phone and called Ferdinand, and then he heard a noise coming from the gym further inside the room, followed by a flurry of activity and the sound of something being knocked over.

Cristiano raised his eyebrows, and soon he heard a busy tone from his mobile phone and the call was hung up.

He walked to the door of the gym holding his phone. Was Ferdinand working out with Junior?

This is not surprising. They usually like to take their little ones to the gym to exercise at home, which always makes boring exercise more interesting.

Cristiano turned the doorknob: "Leo? Are you..."

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Ferdinand gasping for breath, busy picking up Junior and smiling widely: "SURPRISE! RONNIEEEE!"

There were several water cups that had been knocked over next to Ferdinand, and these were probably the cause of the noise just now.

Behind him, Alan was holding the puppy named Ronnie. His usually neatly groomed platinum short hair was now ruffled by the excited puppy's struggles, and his face was so gloomy that it seemed like ink could drip from it - but when the gym door was opened, Alan still managed to force a smile in time.

Then the puppy in his arms took advantage of Alan's unpreparedness, kicked off with all four legs, ran quickly to Cristiano's calf, barked excitedly, jumped and tickled Cristiano's legs.

A group of Red Devils stood nearby, each with a smirk on their face. Ferguson stood in the middle, with a trolley in front of him. On the trolley was a cake in the shape of the European Golden Boy trophy, with the word "RONALDO" written on it with sugar.

Cristiano was extremely surprised. He took a deep breath and subconsciously hugged Junior over to him. He said in surprise, "Boss?! Leo? God... This is really... I really don't know what to say..."

He blinked several times and stood at the door, not even remembering to move.

Ferguson came over from behind the trolley with a smile. He opened his arms and hugged Cristiano: "Ronnie, don't say anything, just smile!"

He pinched the young man's soft cheeks twice in amusement, and saw Cristiano's eyes quickly reddened. He rubbed the boy's head twice and pushed Cristiano to the side of the cake.

"Thank you." Cristiano said softly. He hugged Junior and hugged his teammates one by one, grinning, "This is such a pleasant surprise."

They celebrated by sharing a small portion of the cake in the gym, with Alan and Cristiano only touching a small piece, and the rest being taken by Rooney.

Cristiano held his cake, hesitated several times, looked up at Ferdinand, and then looked at Alan Keane and others, which made his teammates feel uncomfortable. He finally couldn't help asking: "But what I don't understand is, why are you hiding here? In the gym...?"

He looked around but didn't see any special decorations, making it unclear why this place was chosen as a surprise celebration.

Rooney laughed when he heard it: "We were originally planning to do it in the living room, but when we were just starting to set it up, we saw you getting off the car at the gate, so we had to hide everything here first."

"If Leo hadn't been exposed." Keane glanced at Ferdinand. Maybe they could wait until Cristiano went out and then take the time to make a simple surprise arrangement.

Alan also looked at Ferdinand. He even took care to catch the puppy, just to prevent the little guy from scratching the door and being discovered by Cristiano, but he was betrayed by his own teammates.

Ferdinand said "Hey" unhappily, then turned to Cristiano: "Why so fast? This is different from the time you told me."

Otherwise they wouldn't be so embarrassed!

"If the Boss hadn't brought the cake, this surprise party wouldn't even have a cake," Giggs joked.

Cristiano blinked, not expecting that the cake was brought by Sir Alex Ferguson.

Ferguson coughed lightly. The cake was ordered by his eldest son Martin, who made some requests.

Cristiano chuckled, thanked Ferguson, and then touched the tip of his nose: "I read the wrong time."

In fact, if Mendes hadn't come to the hotel to urge him to go downstairs, he would not have realized that he had remembered the wrong time. Fortunately, he didn't leave his luggage everywhere the night before, so he packed it up quickly.

But after he got off the plane, he received a call from Kaka, telling him that his underwear was taken back by Kaka in the wrong suitcase and was now in Milan.

——When Cristiano heard the phone call while sitting in the car, his ears almost burned, especially when the lover on the other end of the phone sounded very serious and apologetic, which made Cristiano even more unsure of how to react.

Alan didn't expect this to be such an outrageous reason. He curled his lips and said, "Why didn't you stay in Turin?"

"Because I have the almighty Mendes." Cristiano raised his chin proudly.

He looked at Alan and winked at him: "Besides, stay in Turin? I can't bear to leave you, can you bear to leave me?"

Alan couldn't stand it anymore and cursed with a smile, pushing Cristiano's shoulder: "Go to hell, I won't fall for it."

Cristiano made a face at Alan, then lay on Keane's back and grinned at Alan: "Don't be stubborn."

Keane and Theresa both laughed. Keane pulled Cristiano down, and Theresa said, "Luckily there is Mendes. Ronnie, you have to remember this."

Cristiano laughed dryly and nodded, promising, "I will, Teresa!"

Keane turned to his wife and said, "Come on, don't believe his promise. He is just a child and needs someone to take care of him."

"Roy!"

The group burst into laughter.

Junior stayed close to his father, he raised his head and looked at him intently, his father was so happy, as if there was no haze ever.

"Junior, did you miss me?" Cristiano noticed that the little guy had been looking at him. He smiled and lowered his head to rub Junior's forehead. "I miss you too, baby."

Ferdinand rubbed his arms in amusement and complained to his teammates: "Look at him, he must be the father who clings to his son the most."

His words were unanimously agreed upon.

Cristiano ignored his teammates' teasing. He loved to stick with Junior and Junior also loved to stick with him. When these people become fathers, they will understand how worthy of jealousy this is.

He hummed softly with pride, and Junior nestled contentedly in Cristiano's arms, looking at his Leo papa and clapping happily for Leo's sharpness and accuracy.

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Cristiano's first game after his return is this weekend's Premier League, where Manchester United plays away against Newcastle.

In the opponent's home court, Cristiano saw his tifo standing out in the Manchester United fans' half of the field.

As soon as he entered the court to warm up, the fans in the stadium immediately started singing his new song excitedly.

Giggs pricked up his ears and soon heard what the fans were singing: "Wow, our golden boy Ronnie, they made a new song for you!"

Cristiano did not expect these fans to be so active. He looked towards the stands and even saw someone had made a life-size standee of him, which was extremely exaggerated.

Even the director on the big screen at the scene cut the camera to the other party, and when the fan saw himself on the big TV, he was so excited that he turned around and kissed the human-shaped stand, as if imitating a kiss, which caused screams and laughter from the entire stands.

When Cristiano saw this, he couldn't help but smile awkwardly and looked away, his ears turned red.

Giggs covered his face without looking at it and almost bent over with laughter.

Seeing this, Cristiano elbowed him and said, "Ryan! Stop laughing!"

"Ronnie, would you be happier if it was someone who was prettier?" he asked Cristiano with a big laugh.

Cristiano rolled his eyes to the sky: "No, I won't be happy if anyone force-kisses me, Ryan, you've completely missed the point!"

Ferguson watched the incident in the stands with a blank expression. He heard Queiroz sighing quietly: "Ronnie's fans are getting more and more creative."

"I don't think that's a compliment?" Ferguson crossed his arms and turned to look at his assistant coach.

Queiroz: "...No, of course not."

He denied it flatly.

He didn't want to provoke Ferguson.

"There's one, only one, only one, only one Christiano,"

"There\'s one, only one, only one, only one Ronaldo."

As the game got closer to officially starting, the voices in the stands became louder and louder, as if they knew no fatigue.

Cristiano looked towards the stands, raised his hand high and pointed at the fans, and there was another round of excited screams from the stands.

"The competition officially begins!"

The commentator in the broadcast room began to introduce the starting lineups of both teams.

"Cristiano Ronaldo, who won the Golden Boy of Europe in Turin's Golden Night, will bring us his first football show after winning the award tonight!"

The guest said: "I wonder what kind of performance will Europe's golden boy give back to this trophy?"

"Ha, that's hard to say. Let's see how he is doing tonight!" The commentator didn't say anything final. He flexibly threw the conversation back to the court.

The starting lineup for this game was the usual front trident, with Cristiano, Alan and Rooney posing a threat to Newcastle's goal.

In the 22nd minute of the game, Alan assisted Rooney to score the first point. Cristiano ran over and excitedly celebrated the team's first score. Rooney, covered in blood, was pinned down by several people.

"The first half is over!" The commentator watched the referee blow the whistle and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. "Manchester United led Newcastle by one to zero in the entire first half."

"But Ronaldo failed to create a threatening shot." The guest said, "His performance looked like he had celebrated too much the past two days. Was he tired and weak?"

The commentator laughed awkwardly and cleared his throat. "The game has just ended in the first half. I dare not say such nonsense, my friend."