Chapter 230

In two weeks' time, in the Champions League final, Real Madrid will face Chelsea.

Just as Keane promised Cristiano, many familiar faces from Manchester United came to watch the game - Keane, Ferdinand, Giggs, Rooney, Van der Sar and Alan.

It's like putting together a sightseeing team.

The leader of the team is Sir Alex Ferguson.

Ferguson vaguely felt like he was bringing a bunch of kids on a spring outing, which annoyed him so much that even when he was planning to meet with Ronnie before the game, he had to bring those encumbrances along.

Ferguson's face turned black.

He just wanted to talk to his child alone, but these guys all followed him, like a tail that couldn't be driven away.

Private space! Private space! Don't the damn English understand this?

Sir Ferguson pursed his lips in frustration, but as soon as he saw Cristiano appear in front of him, his face immediately brightened up.

"Ronnie!" Ferguson called out, raised his arm and waved, and then saw Cristiano jogging towards him.

"You are here!" Cristiano's eyes lit up. He thought he would see Ferguson in the fans' stands. He went over to hug Ferguson tightly with surprise, and even felt a sense of security. It was wonderful, but it was indeed only Ferguson who could bring him this different feeling.

Ferguson smiled and hugged Cristiano back, he patted the boy on the back of the head and winked, his little Portuguese's hug still as solid as ever.

Ferguson looked Cristiano up and down. He found that his boy didn't seem to have changed much. He still had that chubby face. He seemed to be even stronger and healthier than the last time he saw the boy when he just arrived in Spain. It seemed that he was well taken care of.

"The game was very intense, how do you feel?" Ferguson squeezed Cristiano's neck.

He had been keeping an eye on Cristiano. To be honest, Real Madrid's performance in the first year was not that good, and Cristiano's joining simply provided a more eye-catching outlet for the anger of those crazy and stubborn Memphis fans. Ferguson even thought about not handing over Cristiano if he had known earlier.

However, this season, Ferguson had to admit that Cristiano and Real Madrid were getting along well. Cristiano had the chivalry of Real Madrid - never giving up, fighting, unruly, noble, and always able to achieve a miracle of a comeback when falling behind in the game.

But Ferguson thought in his heart that Cristiano also belonged to Manchester United, and the Red Devils spirit was like a brand engraved on the beginning of the Portuguese's career.

Or maybe, whether it is the Red Devils spirit or the Real Madrid spirit, they are all Cristiano - Ferguson thought in his heart, maybe it is not that Cristiano has integrated into these, but these spirits themselves are Cristiano.

Cristiano is the embodiment of all of these - rebellious, noble, and never giving up.

"I like playing games. You know, I can play until the very end." Cristiano smiled. He put his arm around Ferguson's shoulders and smiled. "The schedule is a bit tight, but it makes me feel that I am improving very fast."

Ferguson shook his head helplessly when he heard this, but he had seen Mourinho's arrangements and he knew that Mourinho was not the kind of coach who would only use a sheep ruthlessly.

He patted Cristiano on the shoulder and said, "I can see that you are growing very fast. I think even I will soon have nothing to teach you."

Cristiano rubbed Ferguson's shoulder, hugged Ferguson with a smile, and said in a sticky voice, "Boss, I will always need you. You are my lifelong mentor, both in football and in life."

Ferguson's heart was almost softened by the coquettish curly-haired puppy.

He rubbed Cristiano's head: "My child, okay, are you nervous now?"

"A little bit, but it's not my first big tournament, so overall it's OK," Cristiano replied, winking and smiling like a naughty and proud child.

Keane and others standing behind Ferguson couldn't help but cough - did Ronnie see us? ? Please, we have been standing here for several minutes!

Cristiano looked over Ferguson's shoulder at his friends behind him, laughed and quickly let go of his hand, then walked quickly to Keane and the others: "And Roy! Rio!... Why are you all here?! Alan! Wazza?"

Cristiano was somewhat surprised to see Allan, and of course Rooney.

The former is because in his impression Alan does not like to participate in such group activities, and may prefer to ride a mountain bike alone during the holidays. The latter is simply because Cristiano thinks they are no longer in the same team, so why should Rooney pay attention to his game?

"What's with your expression? You look so happy and surprised when you see everyone else, but why do you change when you see me?" Seeing this, Rooney immediately jumped up and muttered, putting his arms around Cristiano's neck and holding Chris down like he did before.

Cristiano grinned and immediately reached out to Keane, and the reliable captain immediately pulled Rooney away.

"I just didn't expect it." Cristiano and several others clapped and hugged each other. He happily hugged Van der Sar, "Edwin! I missed you so much!"

"No wonder I was sneezing all the time recently. It turns out someone missed me." Van der Sar raised his eyebrows. The Portuguese man who was approaching him looked very likable. He was a head shorter than him, and he hugged Cristiano with his arms.

Ferdinand sneered at this: "He must be thinking about you practicing with him. Is there anyone as useful as Edwin in Real Madrid?"

Van der Sar: “…” Forget it.

Cristiano coughed lightly, shook his head and sighed honestly: "Iker is not as self-aware as Edwin, so I always have to block him."

Van der Sar looked at Ferdinand with a half-smile: "Then you are missing a Rio."

Guess why he was always stopped by Ronnie to practice?

Cristiano turned to Ferdinand, hugged him with a smile, and patted Ferdinand's biceps firmly: "Oh my God, you have gained muscles again, haven't you? They are really big."

Ferdinand grinned smugly.

"Don't praise him anymore. I think he will fly to the sky. The most important thing is to grow muscles and avoid injuries." Giggs shook his head. He grabbed Cristiano in front of him and looked at him for a few times. "He looks good and is very self-disciplined in Spain."

"Of course!" Cristiano smiled broadly at Giggs. "I want to have a long career like you."

Giggs played all the games for Manchester United, maintaining an incredible good form and helping Manchester United win the championship. Cristiano always told the media that he always looked at those excellent players, such as Van Nistelrooy, Giggs, Figo, Costa...

Giggs smiled even more happily. He pinched Cristiano's ear and said, "Then you have to take good care of your body. But I think you are doing very well in this regard."

Cristiano nodded in response.

Then it was Keane's turn. Cristiano walked up to Keane and guessed that Keane had not yet decided where to go in the summer transfer window. He didn't say anything more, but just gave him a big hug.

"I missed you too, Ronnie." Keane said with a smile. He guessed that the little Portuguese's English vocabulary would not have much to say when it came to him, so he took the initiative to pass it on to Cristiano so that he wouldn't have to rack his brains.

Cristiano laughed: "We just talked, you miss me now? But Roy, remember what I said, it was sincere."

He winked at Keane, causing others to look over curiously. Ferdinand poked Keane's arm: "What did Ronnie say to you before?"

"You guys are still having private conversations? Is there anything that can't be discussed in the group?" Van der Sar touched his chin.

Keane chuckled and ignored it.

Alan looked at Cristiano and said, "They have an extra ticket, so I'll come and see you."

"Gary couldn't come because of something urgent." Ferdinand explained, then rolled his eyes at Alan, "Don't think I didn't see the ticket you hid before. You obviously had one before."

"Then why did you take Gary's?" Rooney looked over immediately after hearing that.

"...He can't use it anyway." Alan glanced at Rooney expressionlessly, then said calmly, "Your position has a better field of vision, why shouldn't I want it?"

Cristiano noticed Alan's red ears. It was really embarrassing to be caught taking an extra ticket. Leo really didn't try to hide it at all, he thought to himself.

He glanced at Ferdinand, kicked Ferdinand who was about to say something, and changed the subject: "If you want tickets, why don't you tell me earlier! I will arrange the best seats for you!"

"Okay, enough talking. Isn't it time for you to warm up?" Van der Sar glanced at the time and urged, "Go now."

Cristiano nodded and hugged Alan. "Thank you for coming to see me, Alan. I'm very happy! Where are you sitting? ... West stand? Okay, I'll remember it."

After he finished speaking, he waved his arms towards Ferguson and the others: "Then I'm going to warm up!"

"Go ahead, Ronnie." Ferguson nodded.

Rooney moved his nose and suddenly said when Cristiano left: "Ronnie still always sprays so much perfume. It seems that he has changed his scent."

"You remember all this?" Giggs twitched his lips. He had never been able to tell the smell of Cristiano's perfumes apart. "There's something wrong with you."

Rooney jumped up: "It's obvious!"

"Anyway, it smells nice." Alan said. He smelled it when Cristiano rushed over and hugged him. It had a fruity and floral scent, not too strong, but not too light either. It gave people a feeling of warm sunshine, which was very suitable for Cristiano.

"Listen, this is the normal answer." Giggs pointed at Alan and then looked at Rooney.

Rooney rolled his eyes to the sky: "So Alan can't find a girlfriend, details like this, details!!"

"Rooney, don't forget the bet you lost to me. Maybe that's why you lost." Ferguson said suddenly, "Maybe I can really get back all the bet money I lost to Ronnie from you."

Giggs, Ferdinand and others burst out laughing when they heard this - last season Rooney bet with Ferguson that he could score 25 goals, but he fell short by one, so he paid Ferguson three hundred pounds; then this season, it was still 25 goals, but he only scored 22, the bet was increased, and he paid Ferguson five hundred pounds.

Rooney shut his mouth immediately.

Ferguson took a few people to the stands. He rubbed his eyebrows. Damn it, he really brought a group of little kids out for a spring outing.