Chapter 160

Ferguson was almost annoyed by Cristiano to the point of having tinnitus. He even thought he could hear the Portuguese boy muttering "BOSS", "BOSS" at home...

When Cristiano was finally able to play, the whole stadium was filled with huge cheers, which even scared Ferguson.

He couldn't help but turn his head to look at the stands behind him, and saw a group of fans wearing Manchester United jerseys waving their arms enthusiastically and shouting loudly: "Cristiano! Cristiano!"

Cristiano was warming up on the sidelines. He heard enthusiastic cheers behind him. He turned around to look at the fans and couldn't help but grin and blow them a kiss.

The swarm of photographers on the sidelines, as soon as they saw Cristiano stand up to warm up, all rushed over from the other end, aiming their cameras at the young football superstar.

For nearly a whole month, they could only catch sight of Cristiano in the stands. The sports newspapers were seriously lacking Cristiano, and even the sales of weekly and daily newspapers were one point lower than before!

While Cristiano was standing on the sidelines waiting for Alan to come over, he took the cup and took a few sips of water, then poured some on his face to wash it. Suddenly, he heard a flash of spotlights all around him.

Ferguson crossed his arms, squinted his eyes, and then turned to Queiroz and said, "These buzzing bees just like to stare at Ronnie. He's just drinking water. What's there to take a picture of?"

Queiroz looked over and laughed. He could hear a hint of amusement and pride in Ferguson's tone, so he said, "Who said that's Ronnie?"

Ferguson nodded slightly with satisfaction and replied, "That's right."

Alan ran off the field, panting, and looked at the number seven who was waiting for him on the sidelines with eyes full of excitement. He couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that Cristiano had been holding it in for too long.

He ran over and high-fived Cristiano, then pressed his palm on the back of Cristiano's head and rubbed it twice, then smiled and said, "Okay, boy, it's your turn."

Cristiano chuckled, high-fived, and hugged Alan tightly, muttering jokingly, "Don't touch my hair!"

"Just move." Alan rolled his eyes, pulled again, and pushed Cristiano onto the field with a smile.

There were only fifteen minutes left in the game and Manchester United was already leading Wolves 3-0. The following time was completely Cristiano's warm-up show. There was no pressure and he just had to enjoy the purity of chasing football.

"Cristiano, who has been suspended for nearly a month due to injury, is finally back on the field! He seems to have recovered well! He runs very smoothly. The injury he suffered in the second leg of the Champions League against Lyon seems to have almost healed. In next week's FA Cup final, perhaps we will have a chance to see Cristiano play and score again for Manchester United?" the commentator said excitedly.

His partner noticed Ferguson in the coaching area. The Scottish coach, who always had a blank expression on the sidelines, was now chewing gum with a slight smile on his lips, looking in a good mood.

The partner said: "Ferguson has created a special warm-up stage for Cristiano. This game does not require Cristiano to make any strong fights or goals for the team. He just needs to get back to his form on the court."

"Enjoy football." The commentator nodded and added with a grin, "After all, that is Ferguson's favorite No. 7. This is a gift from Ferguson to Cristiano after his return from injury."

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"It can be seen that Manchester United's teammates are trying their best to pass the ball to Cristiano after he came on the field. Haha, are they trying to let Cristiano get the ball a few more times?"

"This is just a game of arsenal. It's too obvious, Manchester United guys, look at Rooney, Rooney's position is better!"

"Rooney touches the ball! ... OK, one touch and it's a score."

"Rooney passed the ball to Cristiano, who dribbled past Brighton's defence!"

The commentators did not expect that a new round of fast-paced and threatening attack would appear so soon after Cristiano came on the court, with seven minutes left in the game!

"What a pity, the linesman flagged offside during the attack." The partner said regretfully, and Cristiano smiled awkwardly on the big screen.

He was so excited and started too quickly, just a little bit short.

Cristiano applauded his teammates, gave a thumbs up and chuckled.

The fans in the stadium screamed and cheered excitedly for their returning number seven!

Even though they were called offside, they saw the Red Devil Ronaldo who was always active on the field and always launching threatening attacks on the opponent's goal!

The score remained unchanged until the end of the game. Manchester United won three points in the league with a score of 3-0, and Cristiano's personal show in the last fifteen minutes was wonderful. He was like an agile antelope on the snowy rocks, dribbling the ball skillfully again and again under defense, making the Red Devil's No. 7 jersey jump beautifully on the court.

The attack, which had been gradually slowing down in the second half, suddenly accelerated visibly due to Cristiano's substitution, which made the fans in the stands excited.

After the game, Cristiano returned to the player tunnel with his teammates. Fans on both sides of the tunnel stretched out their arms and high-fived Cristiano: "Welcome back! Cristiano!"

Cristiano blinked, high-fived the fans one by one, and replied with a smile: "Thank you, I need your support."

The fans in the stadium were even more excited, and some even covered their faces with their hands and were about to cry after successfully high-fiving Cristiano.

[Family members, who knows! ! I high-fived Roro! ! ! How feasible is it for me to ask my wife to never wash her hands? 】

[I only know that the feasibility of divorce is greater than the feasibility of not washing hands (jealousy)]

[I originally thought that Chris would not play in this game, but I didn't expect that in the last fifteen minutes, he would suddenly perk me up! ! 】

[They are all feeding the ball, it's so funny. Giggs, Rooney, Ferdinand... do you dare to spoil them a little more? 】

[Roro wants the ball, Roro gets the ball, the old man coaxes people, I call it the Manchester United Trilogy]

[It feels like Cristiano’s form has fully recovered! My divine midfielder, the violent midfielder who can shoot within half the court, the FA Cup final is secured! 】

[Who would believe this is a midfielder... The old man might as well let Roro transform into a striker]

[A midfielder who only wants to score goals is not doing his job]

【? ? Why don't you take a look at Cristiano's dribbling statistics before speaking? Let’s take a look at the English player who surpassed the king. So far, no player has surpassed his statistics.

[Ah, I forgot to add the dog head, I am a friendly force, please don’t hurt me by mistake TAT]

[…Please keep the pot lid upstairs]

The atmosphere in Manchester United's fan forum is thriving.

After this round of games, Manchester United surpassed Arsenal in the Premier League standings - Arsenal's unexpected loss in the same game allowed Manchester United to jump to the top position.

The league is coming to an end, and each of the top five teams in the standings cannot afford to let go of any game, as they may be overtaken by the teams below them at any time.

The FA Cup final was just five days away. Although the fans were looking forward to Cristiano's start, the starting lineup released two hours before the game did not include Cristiano.

"Be patient, Ronnie. The team doctor said that although your injury has recovered beyond expectations, it has not fully healed. I will not let you play the whole game. There is no room for negotiation." Ferguson looked at the boy who glared at him with wide eyes to express his displeasure. He comforted him but his attitude was firm.

Cristiano didn't expect that he would not be in the starting lineup for the FA Cup final.

Obviously, his performance in the last league game was quite good, and he even attended the team training in the past few days and completely resumed his normal schedule.

He thought he could play.

Cristiano curled his lips, puffed up his cheeks unconsciously, and sat sullenly on the bench, watching his teammates running on the court.

Seeing Cristiano's frustrated look, the fans on the field shouted in displeasure: "Let him play! He wants to play!"

Ferguson looked at his boy helplessly.

In his eyes, no matter what honors and titles Cristiano has achieved in football, Cristiano is still his child, who is still immature and needs care.

For example, now, he knows that Cristiano has an incredible desire to play football that is rarely seen in other players. In the face of important games, he has no doubt that Cristiano will be willing to play and fight for victory at the cost of exhausting his body.

And this is exactly what he needs to take care of.

Ferguson held Cristiano's shoulder seriously, and gently placed his other hand on his knee. He pointed to the injured area and said in a deep voice: "Ronnie, an injury in this position will be very troublesome. I can't let it become a hidden danger. Similarly, you should pay attention to this."

"Don't make irreversible choices for the sake of a championship, it will make you regret it," Ferguson stressed.

Cristiano blinked.

He didn't expect Ferguson to say this, but he was not surprised that Ferguson would say this to him -

In his previous life, he suffered a terrible knee injury during a season at Real Madrid, but the national team's World Cup was right before it. Everyone in the club advised him to undergo surgery and give up the World Cup, but he refused. After Ferguson found out, he even called him for a long time to try to convince him, but to no avail.

Later, his knees could not bear the strain, but he still gritted his teeth and successfully led Portugal out of the qualifiers and onto the official stage of the World Cup. But the final result did not satisfy him and was far from worth the price he paid.

He had to pay the price for his decision, he had to adapt to the transformation, and he had to keep himself standing on the top.

He was going through a period of time that ordinary people could not understand or imagine. His coach gave him a heads-up, telling him that few people would succeed in what he was trying to do, but he became one of them.

He did regret it. If he had not made that choice, perhaps he would have added a few more records. But in his eyes, these records were important, but not that important.

Although he regrets it, if he were faced with the choice again, he would still choose to play for the national team. That was his dream and everything he was proud of.

Cristiano looked at Ferguson and whispered, "Thank you, Boss, I understand."

He understands, but as long as it is something he wants to do, no one can change it, not even Sir Alex Ferguson.

Ferguson met Cristiano's eyes and paused. He seemed to see the stubbornness in the boy's eyes, which made him frown and add emphatically: "Ronnie, remember my words, whether it is under my hand or in the future - maybe you will leave me, where I can't take care of you."

Cristiano's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a little sour and painful at the separation that Ferguson's words had already confirmed.

They all knew this day would come sooner or later.

He is an explorer, a climber, who will not be content to stay in one place. When he conquers the peak of a peak, he will go looking for another peak, endlessly.

He took a deep breath and looked at Ferguson: "...I will remember it, boss. I will never forget the help and guidance you have given me."

Ferguson pursed his lips and said nothing more. He just patted Cristiano on the shoulder and quickly turned around to watch the situation on the field.

——He never thought that he would suddenly get such a solemn answer from Cristiano, which made his eyes sore, as if it was a farewell.

Although the coming and going of players and clubs is as normal as trades, he knows that Cristiano is different from other players, and when that day comes, he will miss his little Portuguese.