Chapter 162

#Manchester United won two titles in a row, unstoppable#

#Giggs draws with Arsenal, Ronaldo comes on as a substitute and scores the winning goal#

#In the seventh minute of stoppage time, Ronaldo scored two goals in a row#

#The Strongest Terminator! Prince No. 7 of Dream Theater! #

The next day's sports newspapers and even entertainment pages were full of Cristiano's presence.

However, the protagonist of the newspaper had his head buried in the quilt of the hotel room, revealing only a messy, furry head with hair sticking up everywhere like a bird's nest.

If it weren't for the fact that the boy was in so much pain, Ferdinand would have almost laughed.

Who could have imagined that last night's hero, Europe's glittering golden boy, the unstoppable Cristiano Ronaldo on the pitch - oh yes, and the playboy who was always hanging out in the bars in the tabloids - would have a hangover from champagne?

"Get up, Ronnieeee--" Ferdinand climbed onto Cristiano's bed and dug the young man out from under the quilt. The young man had a frown on his face and was flushed.

The two patches of skin under Cristiano's eyelids were red as if he had just cried, or had been rubbed hard by someone. Ferdinand shook his head in amusement. He had never seen anyone look so pitiful after being drunk on champagne.

"Don't touch me, Leo - it hurts, my head hurts -" Cristiano breathed, muttered and complained in a weak voice, and lazily curled up in the quilt again, hiding himself in it, and pressed the pillow on his head, as if this could relieve some of the pain.

Ferdinand had no choice but to sit next to him and asked in confusion: "How much did you drink last night?"

"I drank something mixed, I think it was vodka or something." Cristiano said vaguely.

They were so excited last night that he didn't drink much at the beginning. But later on, the atmosphere was so exciting, and with the alcohol from the champagne, he played a lot of games with Rooney. If he lost, he had to drink a penalty drink. By the end, he had forgotten whose glass he took and just drank it down casually under Rooney's encouragement. He didn't even taste what he drank, he just knew it was definitely not champagne.

Ferdinand was speechless for a moment after hearing this. No wonder Cristiano was so hungover.

Last night he, Keane, Giggs and others stayed in a quiet corner to avoid noise - Giggs should have stayed in the hotel to have a good rest, but no one could stop him from celebrating, so they stayed in the corner with Giggs, and no one thought about keeping an eye on Cristiano. After all, in addition to Rooney, Evra and others, there was also the more reliable Alan.

Who knew I would end up like this after drinking?

"Who gave Ronnie mixed drinks?" - This became the first thing the Red Devils reviewed after the game.

The group of people, who were all drunk and had lost some memories, began to piece together their memories:

Rooney: "I only asked him to play dice, he drank his own wine!"

Evra: "Ronnie still uses his blue and yellow water cup, just like the milk bottle, there is no way he can drink it wrong."

Neville: "Ha, that water glass, I remember it, I poured champagne into it."

——Originally, Cristiano also had his own wine glass, but Neville played a prank on him and replaced it with his own water glass. Cristiano was too lazy to protest.

O'Shea: "That water glass was originally Ronnie's?? How did he drink from that??"

Rooney: "He came in to drink his celery juice first, then he finished it and filled it with champagne, ugh."

Scholes: “… Ugh.”

Van der Sar: "Why do I remember that water cup was in my room? Who brought it back? Alan?"

Alan, who lived in the same hotel room with Van der Sar, had a blank expression on his face as he stared at the blue and yellow milk bottle, no, water bottle, placed casually on the TV cabinet, as if he was staring at a deep-seated enemy.

"I lost my memory," Alan said calmly, "but that doesn't mean I made him drink the mixed wine."

Ferdinand raised his hand: "I found a few cups in Ronnie's down jacket. I have a reasonable suspicion that he hid them when he wanted to escape from drinking."

The wine glasses in the bar were colorful, and different drinks corresponded to different cups. Ferdinand threw out two liqueur glasses, which made everyone silent for a moment.

Keane looked at everyone accusingly - no wonder Ronnie was drunk.

The small liqueur glass is not even the size of a palm. It is really unnoticeable when hidden in the jacket pocket of a down jacket, but the glass is filled with pure drinking liquor, which is much more powerful than champagne.

Giggs burst out laughing: "Oh my god, there really is Ronnie, hiding the cup after drinking?? Escape from drinking?? Only he can think of such a childish thing! So, who drank from these two cups yesterday?"

Neville: “…”

Alan: “…”

The two looked at each other.

"Okay." Rooney pointed at Neville and Alan excitedly, "It's you, ha, the culprit is found."

Neville: "Who put my glass on Ronnie's end? It certainly wasn't me."

"Neither did I." Alan denied. "And he was sitting opposite me. We were far enough apart that he couldn't have mistakenly taken my cup."

Evra scratched his head: "I remember that after Ronnie came back from the toilet, he never sat quietly in his seat. He ran around everywhere and disrupted the rules of the game."

O'Shea nodded vigorously in agreement. "Waza also fined Ronnie to drink. I think he went to the king that time? I forgot, but he drank my wine directly."

Ferdinand and Keane both looked at O'Shea, who quickly added: "Mine is champagne too."

"He's probably had a sip or two from everybody because after three glasses of champagne this guy got a little too excited and started getting high," Scholes pointed out.

Keane made the final decision: "No one is innocent."

"We have to keep an eye on Ronnie next time," said Van der Sar, as the tall goalkeeper stood with his arms crossed. "Two glasses of champagne, that's the most."

"Oh yeah, I remember he seemed to have blew into the champagne bottle? Oh my god, he must have been drunk at that time, right?" Rooney held his head tightly and suddenly remembered. He screamed softly, "But that was just the beginning!"

"Why do you think he seldom drinks?" Ferdinand looked at Rooney. "If I were there, I would have sent him straight back to the hotel! Waza..."

Rooney interrupted Ferdinand, he already knew what was coming next -

"My bad, Leo." He agreed simply and followed the procedure.

Fortunately, the flight back to Manchester was in the afternoon. Cristiano lay down until about two o'clock in the afternoon before he could barely get up. His whole face was full of exhaustion and discomfort.

He wore a black baseball cap and wrapped himself tightly in a black down jacket with bright white stripes on the sides. From a distance, he looked like a chubby penguin.

He pouted, his head still throbbing with pain, as if someone was hitting it with a hammer.

"Ryan, I feel like my concussion is worse than yours." Cristiano said humbly while leaning on Giggs' shoulder while waiting for the elevator.

He was about four or five centimeters taller than Giggs. In order to lean on Giggs' shoulder, he bent over without any effort and even slightly bent his knees - this made Giggs almost want to beat Chris up. But there was no need to be so exaggerated, because he was not so short that Ronnie needed to bend his knees to get close to him!

But seeing that their pink pony had red eyelids and looked listless and pitiful, Giggs took a few deep breaths and held back his fists.

"You'll be alive once you're on the plane," Giggs said, without pushing Cristiano's head away.

But he held back, the only thing he didn't hold back was -

"But Ronnie, why the hell did you remember to put gel on your hair? A hangover wouldn't stop you putting that stuff on your head?" Giggs said.

Although the cap partially blocked the scent, he could still smell the hairspray, and he sternly warned Cristiano: "Using too much hairspray will make you bald, boy."

"No, I can't." Cristiano stood up quickly.

He used his thick hair in his previous life to vouch that his baldness had nothing to do with his beloved hair gel: "I'm not British."

Giggs: “…”

Want to hit someone.

I really can't stand it.

A large number of British teammates who were waiting for the elevator together: "...Ronnie, I'll give you a chance to say it again."

Cristiano: "...If there is a good hair transplant institution, I will recommend it to you. Don't get excited or nervous. Even if there is no such institution now, there will be one sooner or later."

Because he can drive.

He will also give each of his old Manchester United teammates a trial card, and they will definitely be his precious first batch of customers.

Cristiano smiled.

Then he was pressed down and rubbed hard by Rooney and Neville.

"I have a headache! A headache! Don't touch me!" Cristiano shouted and hugged his head.

These two bald guys.

These two are the ones who became bald first! Damn it, he'll remember, no discount prices! ! !

"Why don't you play?" Rooney and Neville glared at their teammates who were standing by and watching, making it seem like they were the only ones "bullying" Cristiano.

Evra shrugged: "Dear, I'm French."

Scholes: "Hmm... Ronnie, if there is a suitable organization, remember to recommend it to me. Gary, you have to face the problem."

Neville: “…”

Alan looked at Rooney and Neville coldly: "I don't have this problem."

Cristiano laughed loudly, then soon he covered his head, groaned in pain, and squatted down.

He never drinks again.

When we walked out of the hotel, we saw a group of reporters squatting in the hotel lobby. As soon as Cristiano and his friends came out, they swarmed over us and the spotlights flashed everywhere.

Cristiano had to pull the brim of his hat down to block out the glaring lights, which simply made his head hurt even more.

#Ronaldo partied all night, looked tired, and was drained of energy by a mysterious girl! #

#The No.7 Red Devil is full of vigor and vitality on the field, but he is a weak and feeble young man with no spirit off the field. Young people still need to be restrained#

#Ferguson angrily accused Ronaldo of indulging in sex, causing a rift between the master and the apprentice, and he did not leave for the airport with the team#

When Cristiano saw the new headlines in newspapers and magazines the next day, he felt that he must not have fully sobered up from his hangover, otherwise how could he see headlines that were more outrageous than a dream?