Chapter 252

Cristiano finally wrote a reply to the little Turk and gave him a signed jersey from his Manchester United days, but that happened the next day.

"Dear Mr. Demiral..." Kaka came over and read the beginning of Cristiano's reply, and he raised his eyebrows.

"Is there something wrong with this beginning?" Cristiano felt an itch in his ear. He tilted his head, bit the pen and raised his head slightly to ask Kaka, "Writing 'Melih' seems too intimate. We are not teammates yet. He is just a little kid."

Kaka thought about it, and found that he really couldn't find a more appropriate statement than the one Cristiano used.

But "Little Mr. Demiral"?

Kaka pinched his brows, he guessed that the Turk would be more excited than seeing "dear Melih".

"Boys all hope to be called little sir early on, just like little adults. They will be happy with this title." Cristiano added, shaking his head with understanding and pride. He is a very sharp and meticulous observer.

Kaka laughed.

"Okay." His lover was "knowingly committing the crime."

After sending the reply letter and jersey, Cristiano and Kaka went to the training ground.

Van Nistelrooy has returned to the training ground and is training with the team. The second leg of the Copa del Rey semi-final is just a few days away. Van Nistelrooy hopes to return to the game, but Mourinho does not think that the former king of the penalty area has fully recovered.

The two men were in a stalemate in the office, and when they came out, each of them had a gloomy face, and it was obvious that neither of them could convince the other.

When Cristiano saw Van Nistelrooy coming over, he didn't say anything to comfort him. He knew how Van Nistelrooy felt. If it were him, he would also be eager to get back on the field.

He leaned over and said nothing, just gave a hug and patted Fanny on the shoulder.

Van Nistelrooy looked at the curly-haired little Portuguese who was a little shorter than him. The little Portuguese who used to need others to comfort him now came to comfort him. If Ferdinand and Keane knew about this, they would have grumbled for a long time.

"Happy birthday Ronnie." Ruud van Nistelrooy said, and he felt a little amused when thinking about it. He rubbed Cristiano's head twice, "Okay, go to training, we will all find a balance."

Rather than being in Real Madrid, he would rather be in a team that needs him. His career is at the end, and he just wants to be needed more rather than staying in a so-called top club as a mascot.

"Thank you." Cristiano responded softly. He looked at Van Nistelrooy. The Dutchman's eyes seemed to have made up his mind. In the end, Cristiano said nothing.

Ramos, Casillas and others also came over, hugged Van Nistelrooy and whispered, "Get well soon, Luther, we are all waiting for you."

The Dutchman smiled and didn't say much, just asked them to go train together.

The second leg of the King's Cup semi-final kicked off as scheduled. Mourinho still did not have Van Nistelrooy in his lineup, but Van Nistelrooy was included in the roster and sat on the bench. Mourinho fielded Kaka, Di Maria and James in the midfield.

The semi-final against Valencia was much tougher than expected. Real Madrid lost many goals on the field, which made the game thrilling. The sweat on Casillas' face was almost enough to wash his face.

Mourinho was standing on the sidelines, pacing back and forth excitedly. If it weren't for the restrictions imposed by the coach on the field, he would probably have rushed directly into the field.

The game didn't last until the last 80 minutes when the stalemate between the two teams was suddenly broken.

Real Madrid won a corner kick, Kaka took the penalty kick from the penalty spot, and a precise lob directly found Cristiano in the crowd.

The Portuguese player quickly got rid of the obstruction of the defensive players in front and behind him, jumped up without hesitation and headed the ball into the goal.

"GOOOOOOOOAL! Ronaldo heads the ball into the goal!!! Finally breaks the scoreless deadlock!! The ball goes into the corner of Valencia's goal!!"

"One to zero! Real Madrid is leading!"

Cristiano quickly picked up the ball and kicked the ball without hesitation.

"The ball was intercepted! The game came to the last three minutes of injury time, and the Portuguese player who played the whole game was intercepted. This was a mistake! Valencia quickly launched a counterattack!"

The commentator exclaimed softly, and Cristiano was unable to chase back in time after being tackled on the wing, and Mourinho was yelling excitedly next to him.

"James counter-attacks! The Colombian rookie's playing style is more ferocious than his appearance!"

The situation on the field changed in an instant. Cristiano ignored Mourinho's roar. His eyes followed the ball on the field. As soon as he saw James get the ball, he immediately ran.

"It's not surprising. Look at James' forearm muscles, which are even thicker than Ronaldo's calves! And those tattoos all over his arms. Every part of this Colombian newcomer shows that he is not to be messed with."

"James and Kaka take care of each other in the midfield! Kaka attracts the attention of the defensive players for James!"

"James seized the opportunity and passed the ball long! This pass was a bit too deep! But Ronaldo was still trying hard to chase the ball!"

The ball is almost out of the baseline! But Cristiano still hurriedly stepped on the ball before it ran out of the baseline!

He quickly took a look at the field, and then kicked the ball to James who quickly moved to the wing again.

As soon as the ball was passed, Cristiano started quickly again.

James took the ball again, dribbled a few times to get rid of the defense in front of him, and immediately passed the ball straight.

"Cristiano flashed into the penalty area! A push shot in front of the goal! The ball went in again!!! Assisted by James!! Cristiano Ronaldo scored twice!!! Secured a ticket to the King's Cup final for Real Madrid!"

Cristiano trotted all the way to the sidelines. James ran up excitedly, watching with bright eyes as Cristiano jumped high in front of him and landed in a spin, accompanied by almost uniform shouts from the fans on the sidelines!

Cristiano was very happy, they played until the last eighty minutes, they did not give up, and then they scored!

It wasn't an easy match, but fortunately the result was good.

He caught James who was running towards him, rubbed James' head a few times, and looked for his teammates with bright eyes -

"Kaka!" Cristiano shouted loudly, and then soon he was hugged by his lover who came running over.

Back in the locker room, Cristiano was rummaging through his clothes, Ramos and Marcelo were joking and laughing in the locker room, and everyone was celebrating that they were about to go to the final.

However, at this moment, Mourinho strode in unhappily. He glanced at everyone without saying a word, but it was enough to make the locker room gradually quiet down.

He started talking, first the defenders, those balls that were missed heading straight to the goal, then the midfielders, the delivery and counter-attack of the shells were not satisfactory, and finally their forwards.

Mourinho glanced sternly at Cristiano, who was his winger. Not long after he said that Cristiano was an important defensive link in his tactical system, the ball was intercepted right under his nose and Cristiano did not chase back.

The two Portuguese broke out in the locker room in the biggest quarrel in history. Cristiano listened to Mourinho's accusations, his chest heaving violently, and he stood up from his chair angrily - Mourinho's accusations at this moment were like those damn reporters, who only saw what he didn't do, but didn't care what he did for them.

His face flushed with anger. Perhaps more than anger, he felt wronged and ashamed. He pointed at Mourinho's chest and yelled, "How dare you? How dare you say that to me?!"

"After I did everything I could for the team! And you are still blaming me?!" Cristiano widened his eyes.

After he finished yelling, he started breathing heavily, tears falling uncontrollably, which he wiped away with his palm in angrily.

He wiped it vigorously several times, but couldn't stop his out-of-control tear glands. The whole locker room was eerily quiet.

He took a deep breath and without waiting for Mourinho to say anything else to him, he simply grabbed his clothes, pushed open the locker room door and strode out.

Mourinho was also very angry with Cristiano. He laughed angrily and yelled at Cristiano's back as he ran out of the door: "Is this how you talk to me?! Is this your answer!? Even if Jorge speaks this time, it will be useless! Damn it..."

Kaka ran past him quickly and bumped into Mourinho with his shoulder, causing Mourinho's curse to stop abruptly.

Van Nistelrooy glanced at Mourinho and broke the silence in the locker room: "I'm going to go see Ronnie."

As he spoke, he strode out of the locker room.

Mourinho was so angry that he laughed, which made him look like a bad guy.

Van Nistelrooy didn't look into the dressing room again, he went to look for Cristiano.

He saw Cristiano at the bus in the parking lot, he took a few quick steps forward, and then he saw Kaka in the corner again.

The Dutchman paused and raised an eyebrow slightly, seeing Cristiano with his head down, hugging himself in frustration, while Kaka stood nearby, quietly letting Cristiano lean against him and wipe away his tears.

The two of them just stayed quietly in the corner. Cristiano didn't seem to need any comfort. He just needed a separate, safe space to breathe.

Fanny watched for a while and felt relieved. At least these two people didn't intend to do anything out of line here.

But just as he was about to walk back, he saw a few paparazzi looking around as they walked towards him. He narrowed his eyes slightly, strode towards the bus, coughed twice, and called out to the paparazzi: "Hey, the post-match interview is over there, you've gone to the wrong place."

Cristiano reacted quickly. He turned around immediately, pressed Kaka behind him, and gestured to keep quiet. He didn't relax his muscles until he heard the reporters and paparazzi thanked him awkwardly and left.

Fanny walked to the side of the bus, patted the iron body of the bus, and said lightly: "Why don't you get on the bus?"

Cristiano completely relaxed. He quickly came out of the corner, looked around and saw that there was no one outside. He breathed a sigh of relief, trotted to Van Nistelrooy and hugged the Dutchman tightly: "Thank you, Luther!"

"I can't stand you two." Van Nistelrooy laughed helplessly and patted Cristiano on the waist. "I don't understand why I'm so nervous as if I saw two guys having an affair."

"We didn't do anything!" Cristiano muttered.

"Yeah, yeah, but you two are so nervous that you look like you're having an affair." Van Nistelrooy sneered in Cristiano's ear.

Cristiano: “…”

"Luther!" Cristiano jumped on the spot with gritted teeth, like a little leopard whose tail was stepped on.

Fanny laughed and let go of his hand, signaling the boy to get in the car.

"Where is your little friend?" Fanny looked back and asked in confusion.

When Cristiano heard this, he noticed that Kaka had not come yet. He hurried back to look for Kaka, and saw Kaka still standing where he was just now, with his head down, looking thoughtful.

"Kaka? Let's go! Get in the car!" Cristiano called.

Kaka raised his head when he heard that. He looked at Cristiano. There was still redness under Cristiano's eyes from crying, with no sign of fading at all. But the emotions just now were no longer visible. The anger and grievance came and went quickly, and being interrupted like this, it seemed as if they disappeared in an instant.

He responded and walked up quickly - he was just thinking that Cristiano had subconsciously hidden him behind him again.

He exhaled and smiled helplessly. Every subconscious reaction of Cristiano reminded him of what he had missed at any time and in any place.

The paparazzi who had just been chased away by Van Nistelrooy were happily flipping through their cameras to see what they had captured. No wonder Van Nistelrooy was so nervous to chase them away. Tsk tsk, what good teammate would hug each other so tightly and so closely in the parking lot?

And they gossip and whisper.

Tsk.

The paparazzi quickly took a few photos and left because they were afraid of being discovered and investigated, but they did not notice that there was a third person in the parking lot.