Chapter 245

The national team's European qualifiers overlap with the club's games. There are almost six or seven games in a whole month. The schedule is so dense that the players are miserable.

Cristiano and Van Nistelrooy took turns to play in club competitions.

Given that Cristiano was knocked to the ground by several shots in the World Cup qualifier against Bosnia and Herzegovina and slightly sprained his knee, Mourinho rejected Cristiano's idea of ​​starting for the club without any leeway.

So at this moment, one-third of the camera on the field turned to Cristiano sitting on the bench when the game was suspended.

Cristiano took a sip of water, which trickled down the corners of his mouth, and the shutters in front of him flashed;

He also poured some to wash his face; the spotlight was almost blinding his eyes.

Mourinho was almost annoyed by the continuous spotlights and shutter sounds. He turned around and yelled at Cristiano, warning him not to drink any more water.

Cristiano spread his hands in frustration, and had to watch the court with his chin down and pouting as if someone owed him 8 million euros.

——There are still countless cameras squatting in front of him.

Mourinho is fed up with the damn Portuguese. There is no peace anywhere.

It was not until the game on the field resumed that those annoying shots were reluctant to move away from the bench.

Cristiano watched the game, squinting his eyes slightly, and heard Mourinho yelling at Kaka to chase faster and more fiercely, and to put enough pressure on him.

Cristiano frowned when he saw Kaka running to the wing. He knew that Mourinho's playing system was very different from Kaka's, and this could not be reconciled unless someone made a change, but the possibility of this was almost zero.

He looked at Kaka, grinned at him reassuringly, then waved his fist and shouted "Come on!"

When Kaka heard Cristiano's movement, he looked over and saw his lover also being restless and active on the bench. The depression and irritability that had just arisen were dispelled a lot, and he nodded to Cristiano.

Not long after, Real Madrid got a corner kick.

After a melee in front of the goal, Ramos assisted Benzema to score a goal, and Real Madrid led Real Sociedad one to zero!

Cristiano and Mourinho jumped up from their chairs almost at the same time, happily celebrating with their teammates and coaches on both sides, as happy as if they had scored the goal themselves.

Ramos quickly jumped with Benzema to celebrate, then ran to the bench excitedly like a horse running out of control, grabbed Mourinho and Cristiano and jumped several times together.

Seeing this, Benzema also jogged all the way to the sidelines. Come on, he was the one who scored the goal. He really didn't understand how Ramos could have the nerve to act as if he had scored the goal.

Benzema thought so in his heart, but the expression on his face was hidden by his beard. He grinned and looked just happy.

When Cristiano saw Benzema running over, he moved aside Ramos, trotted over happily, and was hugged tightly by Benzema.

Ramos looked to the side and saw that Cristiano's back muscles were bulging out from the spaces between his arms due to the Frenchman's tightening.

Ramos clicked his tongue in his heart, he would never be so careless.

Cristiano reached out and quickly rubbed Benzema's hairy head, which was shaved short with only a few stubbles left. It looked like a kiwi fruit, but it felt very good.

"Great job, Karim! That's it!" Cristiano felt like he was about to be lifted off the ground by the overly excited Frenchman. He laughed loudly in Benzema's ear, patted Benzema on the back and told Benzema to put him down.

The celebration on the sidelines was interrupted and rushed back by Mourinho who couldn't bear it anymore. These three people almost pulled all the cameras on the field. If you didn't know, you would think this was the final outcome of the game.

"There are still fifty minutes left, hurry up! Stop letting your tails stick up! Get back to the game!" Mourinho clapped his hands and shouted loudly.

Ramos and Benzema trotted back onto the field, grinning widely.

In the second half of the game, Real Sociedad was one goal behind, and the coaching staff in the bench were writing furiously to discuss new tactics.

I don’t know what Mourinho was thinking. He actually trotted all the way to the opposite coaching seat and blatantly leaned over to peek at the new tactical arrangements.

He did it so naturally that the opposing coaching staff even thought it was someone from their side. It was not until they looked up and noticed that it was the opposing head coach. They yelled in anger and quickly sent the man back.

The referee trotted to the sidelines and gave Mourinho a yellow card warning.

"..." Cristiano half covered his face. Oh my God, this is something Mourinho could do.

Mourinho returned to his seat angrily.

The game had maintained a small one-to-zero advantage until almost the end. When it was almost 85 minutes, something unexpected happened on the field.

Van Nistelrooy was assaulted on the field, and the double-team of two defenders caused him to fall to the ground uncontrollably. At the same time, a defender next to him also lost his balance and collided with him. Neither of them could get up for a while.

The place where Fanni had been injured before was hit again, which made everyone nervous.

Cristiano's eyelids jumped when he saw this, and he stood up suddenly from his chair. He saw Kaka and Benzema running over quickly, and then Kaka waved to them to indicate that the team doctor was needed to enter the field.

Not long after, Van Nistelrooy was helped down by the team doctor. Mourinho did not choose to replace another striker in the same position, but instead replaced him with a defender.

The game was coming to an end, and since they were leading, it was more important to keep the current results than to score goals.

Cristiano understood Mourinho's plan. He quickly took two steps forward to greet Van Nistelrooy and opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Injuries are always a lingering nightmare for players. Cristiano remembered that Van Nistelrooy was absent for three full months due to injury in his previous life. Not long after his return, his old injury recurred and he was almost out for half a season.

He didn't know how Fanny was doing now.

Van Nistelrooy said nothing, but after meeting Cristiano's gaze, he silently looked away, which made Cristiano's heart sink even more.

Van Nistelrooy did not choose to leave the field directly, but sat on the bench and watched the game.

Cristiano was sitting next to him. From the corner of his eye, Van Nistelrooy could see the boy pursing his lips as if he wanted to say something but hesitated. He also heard his breathing speed up slightly. If he was just a bystander, he would be happy to tease Cristiano's nervousness at this moment.

But unfortunately, Fanny was in no mood to talk about this right now.

After a while, maybe just a few seconds, a hand was placed on the back of Van Nistelrooy's hand. The Dutchman looked down and saw Cristiano shaking his hand vigorously: "Luther, everything will be fine."

Fanny slightly curved the corners of his mouth, as if he was smiling, but then quickly straightened his lips.

He knows his situation. The injuries mean that it will be difficult for him to be the same as before unless he changes himself and transforms himself, but everyone knows how difficult this is, not to mention that he is already 34 years old, which is no longer young for a striker.

He didn't say anything, just patted Cristiano's hand.

The game ended with a 1-0 victory, and Van Nistelrooy got the test results quickly. The training given by the team doctor was exactly as Cristiano remembered. He had to stop playing and receive treatment and rehabilitation for at least three months.

Cristiano did not expect that Van Nistelrooy's injury would happen again this time. The injuries that occurred last season and his departure in the winter window were both quiet and without a trace, but now it seems to be a recurrence of the past.

"Do you sometimes feel that your fate is predetermined and cannot be changed?" Kaka asked Cristiano in a low voice.

They lay quietly on the sofa. After the home game, they returned to their house. No one turned on the lights. They just sat quietly on the sofa. The light strip in the corner emitted a soft, dim light.

Cristiano looked down at their intertwined fingers. He lightly stroked his lover's smooth knuckles without looking into his eyes. He just whispered, "No, Kaka, I don't think so. I only see that we have changed a lot, so fate is not immutable."

He paused, then said in a deep voice, word by word: "It changes according to my will."

Kaka's heart beat slightly faster. He looked at the pair of lowered eyes. He could only see the long and curved eyelashes. The beautiful and shining eyes were hidden in the shadows.

His breathing became heavier for a moment, and he knew he was testing the water.

When he saw Fanny lying on the ground injured, he couldn't help but think of his previous life -

Although he and Van Nistelrooy have never had a good relationship - they are teammates, and their relationship is more like colleagues. They have no conflicts, but they are not friends either. When they are not in the same club, neither of them will mention each other. It is roughly this kind of distant relationship.

However, Van Nistelrooy's injury and departure in the previous life was like the curtain opening for his departure, which left a deep impression on him.

What scared him more than getting hurt was the predetermined fate. After going around in circles, he realized that they were still separated and back to the starting point. That was what terrified him.

He knew that his temptation was crude and cowardly, but he found reasons for himself in his heart, thinking that God would understand him. How could he endure the despair of losing everything after what he had experienced, after the joy and satisfaction he had now?

Even if he is timid or wavering, it is out of love. He tried to defend himself. But at the same time, another voice in my heart angrily rebuked me, saying that love cannot be an excuse for any kidnapping.

Kaka took a deep breath and looked at his lover.

He noticed Cristiano's averted gaze, noticed his lover's clenched fingers, noticed the slight tremor in the other's firm voice.

Kaka realized that he was not the only one who was panicking, but he instinctively looked to Cristiano for a sense of certainty and security, because deep in his mind, he knew so clearly how steadfast Cristiano was and how strong his spirit and will were.

This shouldn't be taken for granted, Kaka screamed in his heart. He hugged Cristiano in frustration, holding his arms tightly, silently repeating "I'm sorry" in his heart.

He made another mistake. At this moment, he felt disappointed and helpless with himself. He couldn't control these things. If he had to think and weigh again and again before deciding what to say or do, he would not be able to interact normally with his lover.

Kaka murmured in annoyance: "Oh God Cris, I asked another stupid question, forget it, please."

Cristiano paused when he heard this, and he quickly refuted his lover.

He frowned and held Kaka's face with both hands: "No, Kaka, that's not a stupid question. I like you to ask me questions without hesitation. It means you need me and want to rely on me. What's the problem? I will always open my arms to you. You can believe it 100%. "

He came forward and confirmed everything to Kaka over and over again, firmly.

He straightened his back slightly, then kissed Kaka's forehead from above and said softly, "In fact, what we are afraid of is not fate, but the unknown."

They don't know what the future will be like, how the future will differ from what they know, whether their dreams will come true as they wish, or whether nightmares will become reality. This is what really makes them uneasy.

"But compared to fear, I would rather put it behind us. We are happy now and we fight for what we have now." Cristiano said quickly, looking into Kaka's eyes.

"I don't know what's between us, but I know you must be hiding something." Cristiano lowered his voice, frowned slightly, and a little confusion and sadness appeared in his eyes. He said softly, "I think it's those things you don't want to tell me that made you like this. What I see is a struggling Kaka, but I can't do anything."

Kaka breathed, he adjusted his breathing, and heard his own heartbeat was unusually loud.

"You know this feeling is terrible, but I don't want to force you. When you want to tell me one day, you can tell me everything from beginning to end, right?" Cristiano asked.

"...Yes Cris." Kaka said, and he heard his own voice was obscure.

Cristiano looked at him, and after a few seconds he said: "You don't need to pretend anything in front of me, you can show everything, don't struggle for anything, you can be the most real Kaka in front of me, this is the meaning of me being by your side."

Kaka was not sure. Even he himself could not like Ricardo Leite like that, so how could he let Cristiano see it?

"The man I love is Ricardo Izecson dos Santos Leite," Cristiano said. "I love him on the pitch, his devotion to football, and his devotion to God..."

——He added as an interruption, then laughed softly, and Kaka also chuckled softly against his forehead.

Devotion to God? Kaka closed his eyes and smiled.

Cristiano continued: "I love the way he still smiles in the face of suffering, the way he tries to get close to us, and I know that even if he chooses to leave, it is also a sign of love. I never think that is giving up and cowardice, Kaka, it's just that we choose in different ways, and I am sure that the choice you made at that time must have exhausted all your courage."

Kaka felt an uncontrollable heat welling up in his eyes, he almost choked, Cristiano had embellished too much what they once had, his lover ignored the quarrels, the silences, the terrifying threats.

Kaka whispered: "Cristiano, no, I just spent all my love, but that's not bravery."

He was brave only that one time, and then he lost everything.

"I may not be brave, but I will give you all my love, and it's all yours," Kaka said.

He looked at Cristiano and he didn't know how he was going to tell Cristiano his love.

He loves Cristiano's unchanging courage, Cristiano's high-spiritedness from beginning to end, Cristiano's sincerity and purity, like the purity of a child, and he loves the way Cristiano loves others.

His lovers never hold back their love, but give it generously, openly, vigorously, and without reservation, like balls of soft velvet, so full that one can almost drown in it. No matter it is for family, for himself, or for friends, no one can get used to the feeling of loss after receiving Cristiano's love.

He was not surprised that some people would always try to get Cristiano's attention again and again. Losing something was more painful than never having it at all. But he knew better than anyone that the love Cristiano had taken back would not be given away easily again.

"I know." Cristiano smiled and whispered in Kaka's ear. He licked his teeth and smiled like a sweet little bear holding a honey pot.

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