Chapter 205

Cristiano returned to the locker room. The quietness and silence in the locker room seemed to be suffocating. He opened the wardrobe and it made a creaky sound.

Raul and Guti both raised their heads and looked over, as if they had come back to their senses.

Raul wiped his face, let out a breath, clapped his hands, and asked everyone to wash their faces and change their clothes.

"Okay boys, it's about time, we should set off." The captain said in a deep voice.

Even if they lost the game, they had to cheer up and deal with the media after the game, and not act like a group of dejected stray dogs.

Cristiano sat in the corner. Even though he had just thanked his teammates on the court and suppressed his uncontrollable emotions, at this moment, he just wanted to be alone and quiet.

Kaka sat next to him and he gave Cristiano a hug without saying anything.

He knew very well that his lover had a strong heart, enough to go through the bitterness of failure alone, but he felt even more bitter about it.

His broad back blocked the inquiring gazes of his teammates. Van Nistelrooy walked closer to take a look and shook his head in amusement. He thought Ronnie had grown up, but it turned out that he was just holding back his tears in the locker room.

He squatted down and pulled the boy's curly hair twice, then tilted his head to glance at Kaka who had not moved away. He didn't care and gently pulled the red soft flesh around Cristiano's eyes, asking Cristiano to look at him.

"Luther." Cristiano called out softly, with obvious nasal tone and choking.

Fanny sighed in his heart, hugged Cristiano's head, and whispered: "I thought you wouldn't cry anymore."

"I will feel like crying even if I go home." Cristiano curled his lips and muttered.

Van Nistelrooy was almost amused at the inappropriate time. He shook his head and rubbed Cristiano's head into a bird's nest.

The pretty little Portuguese looked disheveled now, and he rubbed Cristiano's face, "Well, I knew Edwin was lying when I said Ronnie wasn't as crybaby as before."

Cristiano's ears felt hot when he heard this. He sniffed hard, turned his head and asked Van Nistelrooy, "Edwin?"

"That guy threatened a few days ago, saying that he would kick us back if we met in the final. I said you would cry then, and you might even need people from Manchester United to comfort you." Van Nistelrooy joked, and Kaka glanced at the Dutchman.

Cristiano was slightly furious: "I don't need anyone to comfort me! No one has ever comforted me, and I'm not a child anymore."

Ruud laughed and grabbed Cristiano's face. "You are so heartless. Who was the one crying so hard when you missed the penalty last time? Even though you won, you still cried like a baby. Gary and Sir Alex Ferguson took turns to comfort you, right? And Edwin, I remember you stuck to him the whole time, like a little tail."

"And the time we lost to Juventus? Rooney missed the penalty kick. Tsk, that was the first time I knew that Smith could coax people. You're really Ronnie..."

Cristiano had to scream quietly to interrupt Van Nistelrooy's recounting of his dark history. He gasped and widened his eyes: "Those were all things that happened eight hundred years after you left the team! God, how do you know all of them!?"

Fanny raised his eyebrows and tapped the boy's forehead: "Didn't I tell you at that time, don't let your guard down, I will keep an eye on your little brat."

Cristiano remembered that the Dutchman did say this to him on the farewell day when Van Nistelrooy left Manchester United.

He lowered his head, sniffed, and grinned.

Seeing this, Van Nistelrooy raised his lips and patted Cristiano on the back of his head: "Better?"

Cristiano pinched his nose, nodded and laughed in a muffled voice: "If you hadn't mentioned those things, I might be better."

"No, I guarantee it won't be as effective as it is now." Fanny gave a wicked smile and stood up. "Will you come with me to the back collection?"

"I want to stay here a little longer," Cristiano said. "Just a little while."

Van Nistelrooy nodded. He could see that Cristiano's mood had improved a lot. He didn't say anything else. "Okay, I'll go first."

"Yeah." Cristiano nodded.

Van Nistelrooy curled his lips, then glanced at the Brazilian who was sitting silently next to Cristiano. Kaka noticed his gaze and looked over there, and saw that the other party narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled meaningfully, then turned and left.

Van Nistelrooy thought to himself, if Keane and the others knew that the Brazilian was so stupid as to just stay by Ronnie's side when he was crying, they would definitely deduct the Brazilian's points into negative numbers, because that guy didn't know how to make Ronnie happy at all.

Cristiano had to admit that he had cried too much just now, and he felt like he was short of oxygen at the moment.

He grabbed his lover's shoulders, rested his forehead on them, and whispered softly, "Kaka, I want to rest for a while."

Kaka withdrew his gaze from Van Nistelrooy's direction. Hearing this, he quickly put his arm around Cristiano's shoulders, half-hugging Cris's head and holding it in place, and said in a gentle voice, "Then take a break, Cris. No problem. I'll be here."

Cristiano curved his eyebrows, closed his eyes, and leaned on Kaka's shoulder to calm down.

Ramos looked sideways and was about to say something when he was rudely pulled away by the Croatian.

"Give him some space, Sergio, don't bother him." Modric said softly.

Ramos touched his nose when he heard that. Modric clearly didn't stop Van Nistelrooy when he went to talk to Chris, so why did he only stop Sese?

He muttered under his breath, "I just wanted to tell him that he had done enough and that we were all upset, but he looked like he was making me feel worse."

Modric understood what Ramos meant. They were both very frustrated. They had completely bid farewell to the Champions League, which was disappointing and regrettable.

But at the same time, there was a difference in his heart that was hard to explain to others. He found a reason to be happy - at least, their new joining in this new season helped Real Madrid finally get rid of the shadow of the curse of the round of 16.

He privately believed that no matter how far they got, even if it was only the quarterfinals, it would be enough to prove their worth, not to mention that they were only one step away from the finals.

They have done well enough. At least he is satisfied with the current results. With Cristiano in the game, the assists data in the midfield are increasing rapidly. His agent will tell him what those data affect, and these are more important than anything else, of course, except winning the championship.

Modric glanced at Kaka and Cristiano, and said to Kaka: "We will go over first, you come over as soon as possible."

"Okay." Kaka responded and looked at the Croatian with gratitude. Soon, he and Cristiano were the only ones left in the locker room.

Kaka wiped the sweat off Cristiano's face. He lowered his head and pressed it against Cristiano's face. He knew everything Van Nistelrooy had said. He had an impression of it. He could always see it through the screen. But when his lover came here with him, he saw a different appearance, which was closer to the Cristiano he remembered.

He is powerful, aggressive, radiant, yet still funny and loves to play pranks. But he put up his shield.

Kaka recalled the initial period, when Cristiano had just landed in Manchester. He paid close attention to every game and training of his lover. Cristiano now is actually very similar to that time.

But later, he saw the Portuguese becoming softer and softer, like a ripe and sweet strawberry, and he thought it was because of what those people in Manchester did that Cristiano gradually became like this.

He slowly closed his arms, hoping that here, in Real Madrid, his lover could do the same.

"Okay Kaka, I'm much better now. It's time for us to leave," Cristiano said glumly as his lover hugged him too tightly.

He blinked, and the wrinkles of his clothes left faint, funny marks on his face.

Kaka loosened his hand upon hearing this. He looked at Cristiano and noticed the marks on the boy's face. He felt slightly guilty and cleared his throat: "Okay Cris."

"Wait, I need to fix my hair." Cristiano quickly jumped up and ran to the mirror. "Luther completely ruined my hair!"

Kaka touched the tip of his nose and he followed.

"My face is all red, and those reporters will have a lot to say." Cristiano quickly splashed cold water on his face.

Kaka smiled and looked at Cristiano in the mirror. His lover was mumbling and complaining halfheartedly.

Cristiano pulled Kaka and quickly walked to the back interview area, but unexpectedly, the reporters today were unusually gentle and did not ask questions that made them embarrassed, angry and depressed.

"Maybe it was because they saw you crying so pitifully that even the media felt soft-hearted." After getting on the bus, Casillas said jokingly.

Raul raised his eyebrows, turned his head and looked at Chris who was sitting quietly in the back row. He raised his chin towards Casillas and said, "I agree with Iker."

Guti held his chin and smiled silently, but soon pursed his lips.

Cristiano rolled his eyes and glanced out the window. Outside the window were fans running out and surrounding their bus. Some were angry, some were frustrated, and some were complaining. He looked at those pairs of eyes and faces, but the next second, Benzema, who was sitting in the row in front of him, suddenly stood up, pulled the curtains shut, and closed all the windows from his side to Cristiano's side tightly.

There was a "swish" sound, the noise was so loud that Ramos and others subconsciously turned around to look.

Benzema didn't say anything, just sat back in his seat without saying a word.

Cristiano was a little surprised. Well, his honest friend was also a little upset by these fans.

He patted Benzema's back across the back of the chair to comfort him.

Benzema turned his head and glanced at Cristiano through the gap between the chairs. He responded sullenly and said nothing.

He didn't draw the curtains for himself, at least, not entirely for himself.

Those fans annoyed him, but he hated those guys even more, cheering for them when they won and trampling them underfoot when they lost.

They lost and there was nothing he could say, but at least those people had to see what they did, and at least Cristiano should not be subjected to such harsh criticism.

He only played for half an hour, caused a lot of trouble for Bayern, and scored a goal. If we want to say who is responsible for this defeat, it is all of them, but the most unpleasant and worst voice should not be directed at Chris. But that is not the case now.

As long as Cristiano appears on the court, it seems that all problems can find a source of venting. He can be the source of any problem. The French feel full of incredible things about this.

He wasn't a good guy, but even he thought this was going too far.

“Hey, come watch this video! I promise you’ll have some fun!” Marcelo suddenly yelled in the car, holding up his phone and laughing, “Come on!”

He played the sound out loud, and Modric and the others curiously moved closer to listen, and they heard the loud crying of a little boy.

Ramos couldn't help but move away: "I can't stand crying children."

Pepe grinned when he heard that: "Oh, then you have to get used to it quickly, because there is a big crybaby in your team."

Cristiano jumped up immediately: "Pepe!"

Ramos looked up at the Portuguese man, whose face was red and whose eyes and hair were wet because he cried too much. He scratched the back of his head and said, "At least Chris's crying doesn't give me a headache. The decibel level is not that loud."

"Thank you, Sergio." Cristiano waved his fist in annoyance.

"Watch the video! Watch the video guys!" Marcelo yelled in dissatisfaction.

Cristiano moved closer and saw in the video a little boy, who was probably only four or five years old, curled up on the sofa, kicking his legs in dissatisfaction and crying and shouting something.

"He's calling your name?" Ramos looked at Cristiano in surprise, as if he had discovered a new world.

The man filming the video explained to the child: "Cristiano can't play, he is injured."

Cristiano pursed his lips and realized that this was the last time he would be able to play in this game.

The little boy cried even harder when he heard that. He was lying on the sofa with his belly sticking out like a fish that accidentally jumped onto the shore, struggling non-stop: “Why, ah ah ah ah ah ah—”

Marcelo laughed and snorted like a pig: "Listen, listen!"

-“Although Cristiano is not playing, there are still others.” The man tried to comfort.

-"Just kick it, Cristiano, I'm going to call him, I'm going to tell him to kick it!!!"

-"Call Cristiano!! I need to talk to him sob sob sob and get him on the field!"

-“Are you saying that we should call Mourinho and ask him to replace Cristiano?” the man asked, trying not to laugh.

The child cried loudly and nodded vigorously: "Call wuwuwuwa——"

-"Okay honey, I'll make the call right away."

Then the short video changed and switched to the scene after Cristiano came on the court.

The little boy, who was so noisy that he wanted to be slapped a second ago, now immediately sat in front of the TV obediently with a smile on his face, making the boy's father laugh and cry.

"Papa! Cristianooooo——" The boy pointed at the TV with a dreamy smile on his face.

Cristiano couldn't help laughing across the screen. He curled his eyes and said, "All the children like me."

"Maybe because they think you have a similar vibe to you." Ramos joked.

Cristiano snorted and ignored him.

If Keane were here, then Manchester United's old captain would definitely nod his head heavily in agreement - their Ronnie is innocent and beautiful!

The video ended here, but not long after, the blogger posted a new follow-up video, which was a recording of Real Madrid losing the game. The boy was sobbing and hugging the TV.

His father said: "Real Madrid lost, Cristiano lost."

The boy started to repeat the same behavior as before, kicking his short legs and making a fuss: "nooooo! Cristiano scored a goal, woooooooo, Cristiano did not lose."

"But they just lost," corrected my father.

"Real Madrid lost, Cristiano did not lose, wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu——" the boy emphasized and cried loudly.

The entire comment section below was amused by the boy’s reaction——

【Baby plays me woooooooooo】

【cristianoooooo——】

[It’s just like me throwing a tantrum and asking CR7 to play [crying puppy.jpg]]

[Where is the surveillance camera? It has been removed]

[Is a four-year-old baby able to speak like this already?] . Pass it on - Real Madrid lost, but CR7 did not lose! ! 】

[Our Romi is like this.] . Since childhood. . Woo woo woo

[Since childhood, I have been a fan of steaming and crying? 】

[The person above, shut up and swallow it.] 】