Chapter 259

Neither team scored in the first half of the game. During the half-time break, the fans in the stands were like a boxing ring, with singing one after another, as if they were on a battlefield without the smoke of gunpowder.

At the beginning of the second half, Real Madrid got the first chance for a corner kick. Modric and Kaka stood in the corner with their mouths covered and discussed. When the referee blew the whistle, Kaka pretended to run and Modric took the corner kick.

"The corner kick went straight into the arms of Atletico goalkeeper Courtois! The corner kick landed too close to the goal!"

Modric twisted his nose and couldn't help feeling irritated and anxious.

The score on the field was always slow to open up the situation. This was the Champions League final, all eyes were on them, but they were unable to give a satisfactory performance.

Cristiano waved at the Croatian, and when Modric looked over, he gave him a thumbs-up, grinned at him, and mouthed clearly: "Half-time!"

Modric let out a breath when he saw this, he smiled knowingly and nodded to Cristiano.

He knew that the attentive Portuguese wanted to calm his emotions. It was only halftime and they still had half a half of time and opportunities.

Be patient Luca, be steady Luca. He said this to himself in his heart.

Atletico Madrid's fighting style was primitive and wild. They were like a crushing machine on the court, relying on their strong physical fitness and condition to knock opponents away, steal the ball and attack.

When Cristiano was pulling on the wing, he accelerated and sprinted, but was pulled and pushed by the defensive player who rushed up from the side and was knocked out!

He crashed uncontrollably into the billboard on the sidelines. The pain in his leg made him gasp, and for a moment he could hardly hear anything except the severe pain.

He suddenly curled up and hugged his left leg tightly.

Figo and others in the stands suddenly stood up from their seats. Costa took a breath, stretched his neck and tried to see, and screamed unconsciously: "Damn it! Did he hit it? Where did he hit it?"

Figo pursed his lips tightly and said nothing, his eyes fixed on Cristiano who was curled up next to the billboard.

His face was tense, while Costa beside him kept asking questions, while Deco and Nuno looked back and forth angrily, repeating the replay of the collision with their hands.

Carvalho held his head, God, he felt so painful just by watching it. He even began to worry about the national team match day. He was not sure whether Cristiano could continue to play.

Not only the teammates on the Portuguese side, but also the former teammates from Manchester United who came to watch the live game were shocked and jumped up.

Rooney murmured and gasped: "This time it really hurts. It hurts me just watching it."

Alan frowned. He ignored Rooney's words and just pursed his lips and said, "I hope there is no injury. Everything else will be fine."

Giggs and Ferdinand were arguing angrily on the sidelines, but no one could understand what they were saying.

Ferguson and Ancelotti couldn't help but lean forward. Ferguson even forgot about the gum in his mouth. His face was gloomy as if a storm was about to come.

Van Nistelrooy, Pepe and Marcelo, who were sitting on the bench, all stood up from their seats. Pepe pointed angrily at the player who knocked down Cristiano on the field, while Van Nistelrooy subconsciously took a few steps forward, staring at Cristiano's injured back.

Kaka and others rushed over immediately, and the team doctor also quickly came to the sidelines to check and treat the injuries.

Cristiano gasped, the pain forced out physiological tears. He heard screams and roars in his ears, and then soon, he heard Kaka running to his side, frantically calling his name.

He opened his eyes and looked over. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he curled his lips. He thought to himself that the pain made him cry.

He turned his head and rested his forehead against Kaka, not wanting to see the cameras coming from the sidelines.

Kaka carefully hugged Cristiano's face. After noticing Cristiano's little movement, he immediately knelt on the grass, let Cristiano lean on his thighs, and used his body to block the prying eyes of the cameras.

He looked at the team doctor anxiously, and at the same time whispered to comfort his lover: "Cris, Cris, you will be fine, how do you feel now?"

Ramos and James rushed over to take a look. Cristiano's whole face was red because of the pain, especially under his eyelids, which was redder. He seemed to want to say something, but when he opened his mouth, his voice was just a low, suppressed groan of pain and a distorted sob.

Cristiano cries easily, but never in such a painful way that tears flowed down his face while suppressing his voice. Ramos thought to himself that he had seen Cristiano cry several times, but this time the Portuguese was obviously in great pain.

Real Madrid's defender clenched his fists in anger. He noticed that Cristiano's eyelashes were wet with tears and stuck together, looking thicker and longer, with tears hanging from them pitifully.

James came over and ruffled Cristiano's sweaty hair, then lowered his head and kissed the back of Cristiano's head and neck hard, as if to comfort him.

Then they turned around and rushed towards the referee like two angry bulls, and at the same time pushed away all the Atletico players who surrounded them.

Benzema and Bale were like two headless flies, walking around Cristiano with their lips tightly pursed, absent-mindedly taking two sips of water and spitting it out, and frequently looking at the team doctor.

Cristiano was helped to sit up, and two team doctors were treating him simultaneously, spraying pain-relieving ice mist and applying an elastic bandage.

He can't leave the court, his team needs him and he also wants to win the championship for the team.

The temporary painkiller took effect, and the team doctor also signaled to Mourinho that the game could continue.

Cristiano slowly stood up from the ground, he took a deep breath, jogged twice on the spot, and felt that there was no big problem, so he nodded to Mourinho.

"The game continues! Ronaldo returned to the field after receiving treatment from the team doctor on the sidelines!"

Behind Cristiano, the stands were filled with enthusiastic cheers from Real Madrid fans.

Figo and his companions returned to their seats after seeing this. Figo heard Carvalho mutter, "This guy, I hope he's not holding on."

Costa responded: "After all, this is the Champions League final."

Figo's gaze returned to the field along with Cristiano, and Costa's words made him purse his lips again.

He understood what Costa meant. There is no player who will not try his best for the Champions League. It is the highest honor for a player.

Cristiano is still young. He is at an age where he needs to fight for glory and prove everything. There are even countless hands behind him pushing him forward. The eyes of the whole world are on him, requiring him to move forward in big strides.

Even if he had to hold on, he had to hold on.

Figo took a deep breath.

He looked at Cristiano. He still remembered the day when the boy first reported to the national team. He almost bumped into his chest, suppressing his excitement and anticipation. He even felt that there was some attachment and dependence in those eyes, but he quickly dismissed the idea because that was their first meeting.

Cristiano is like a newborn, young, healthy and agile little animal. He grows rapidly, shines on the stage of the European Cup and is crowned the Golden Boy in the World Cup.

Cristiano grew up under his nose, and he would never deny how much he was willing to protect Cristiano. Everyone knew this, even Scolari would complain to him that he didn't know how to let go, but look at the reality, it's not just him, Scolari, Deco, Costa... everyone is like him.

And now, he watched Cristiano on the field, and without him noticing, his boy was growing up rapidly at Real Madrid.

Figo didn't know whether he should feel relieved or a little bitter. He should know better than anyone what it means to grow up in Real Madrid. It was once a century-old wealthy club with the craziest and most demanding fans in the world. Cristiano's growth was bound to be accompanied by knives and flowers.

But no matter what, what he saw was a tough Cristiano who would not surrender or give up, and such a Cristiano belonged to their Portugal.

…

The game on the field continued, and the defensive collision with Cristiano was considered a physical foul, resulting in a yellow card and a set-piece penalty.

But being in the midfield, this set piece couldn't bring about much change.

On the contrary, after the ball was kicked out, after several rounds of exchanges of feet, the ball was intercepted by Atletico Madrid and went straight to Real Madrid's backcourt.

Ramos and Varane chased after the opponent and forced the ball out of the baseline.

"Atletico Madrid wins a corner! Varane heads the ball away."

"Atletico Madrid sent the ball in again with a header from outside the penalty area! Ramos failed to get the ball..."

Casillas took the initiative to attack after the ball was headed into the penalty area again, but the ball landed some distance away from him, which made his attack to save the ball two points more risky and also made him a little more hesitant.

It was this moment of hesitation that caused the ball to swirl in an arc in the air and then leap into the net.

"Godin! Head the ball! In an arc!! The ball goes in!!!"

"Fifty-six minutes into the game! Atletico Madrid is leading the game 1-0!!!"

Atletico Madrid coach Simeone waved his arms excitedly on the sidelines. Even he himself did not expect that this goal would come just at the beginning of the second half.

"Casillas made a mistake in judging this ball. The timing of his attack was not particularly good. This goal was somewhat accidental..."

The commentator on the sidelines talked endlessly about this goal, and the noise from the fans in the stadium was as crazy as an atomic bomb hitting the earth.

Cristiano wiped his face hard. Atletico Madrid was leading by one goal, which doubled the pressure of the game.

Ramos shouted loudly twice on the field, signaling everyone to cheer up. His face was angry and embarrassed. The ball hit the goal right in front of him, but this was not the end.

Absolutely not.

When Cristiano heard Ramos' voice, he quickly responded by waving his arms excitedly. He faced the audience and signaled all the fans to give them a little more time and confidence, and to continue to support them and cheer for them.

Ramos heard Cristiano's shout, he looked over, pursed his lips, and then put on a big smile.

He felt that he was not alone, and as Cristiano called out, his teammates around him slowly trotted up and high-fived each of them, and the fans in the stands sang loudly.

A one-goal lead could not dampen Real Madrid's fighting spirit, but on Atletico's side, there was a sudden and obvious bad passing error in the connection between the midfield and backcourt.

The ball was pulled back from the midfield, but unexpectedly it went directly to Bale's feet.

The Welshman rushed forward quickly, not missing the opponent's errant pass, and took the ball to his feet without hesitation.

Before Atletico's defense had time to react, Bale quickly dribbled the ball straight into the penalty area! Benzema and Cristiano were on both sides, ready to provide support at any time.

"Bell! Great opportunity! Just shoot it--!"

"The ball went wide! This shouldn't have happened!"

Bale squatted in front of the goal with his head in his hands. He held his breath and watched the ball fly directly along the side post, and there was almost no obstruction in front of his goal!

"Atletico's defensive midfielder made an obvious mistake, but Bale refused to accept it and conceded the goal."

Pepe, Marcelo and others on the bench had originally stood up and looked out excitedly because of this round of favorable goal attack, but soon after, the two of them almost turned around in unison, holding their heads and sitting back in their seats.

God, their hearts can't stand such ups and downs.

Although the ball failed to hit the net, such an attack greatly boosted the morale of Real Madrid. After this goal, Real Madrid's attack became more and more like a storm, pressing towards Atletico Madrid's frontcourt.

"Midfielder Kaka passed the ball to Ronaldo. Two Atletico Madrid players were pressing in front of Ronaldo! Ronaldo didn't stop the ball. He passed it directly to the left to Bale in the middle!"

"Bale's position is great! There's a gap! Bale rushed in and shot the ball from a distance without hesitation!!"

"The ball missed again!!"

The second time, Bell held his head and took a deep breath.

Cristiano walked up and patted him on the waist.

Bell didn't say anything, he pursed his lips and nodded.

Soon, the ball returned to Real Madrid.

Bale stepped on the ball and wade through the defense in front of him on the wing. He staggered and quickly passed the ball to Cristiano on the left.

He quickly adjusted his feet and saw Cristiano react very quickly and pass the ball back to Bale with tacit cooperation.

The two of them pulled the ball back and forth with one foot, quickly getting the ball past Atletico's defense line, and Bale immediately got a very beautiful one-on-one opportunity!

He rushed directly to the penalty area without hesitation. Before Atletico players were about to surround him, he made a small adjustment and then kicked the ball directly! Another long shot from outside the penalty area!

"Bale was too eager to score for the team! The ball still missed the goal! It seems that Bale's shooting touch was not up to standard today." The commentator couldn't help but shook his head.

"Ronaldo made the pass again! Bale shot from long range!"

The dissatisfaction of the fans on the field reached its peak in an instant after they missed three sure goals in a row.

They need a striker who can shoot, not a guy who is inefficient.

Mourinho quickly made adjustments, replacing Bale with Van Nistelrooy, and at the same time replacing Alonso with Marcelo.

Bale walked off the field dejectedly, he knew that his shooting was terrible today.

Marcelo's speed and efficiency in intercepting the ball and tackling the defense are also higher. It is obvious that Mourinho is pursuing a goal-scoring attack with everything at stake.

In the 83rd minute of the game, Real Madrid got a free kick in a good position in the frontcourt.

Cristiano stood on the penalty spot.

He took a deep breath, and amid the excited shouts from the sidelines, he took a run-up and shot.

The ball accurately passed through the gap in the human wall in front of him, forming a low arc, and rushed towards the goal quickly and sharply, hitting the grass in front of the goal heavily, as if it was going to repeat the same trick and bounce into the net.

However, Courtois dived forward and grabbed the ball, holding it firmly in his hands and chest.

"The speed and angle of this ball are excellent!! But Courtois is like a magnet! He sucked the ball firmly into his arms!"

"If I hadn't been able to hold on to the ball, it would have been a different story. Ronaldo's free kicks are so powerful and dangerous."

"But it seems that Ronaldo's injury should not have had much impact! This is good news!"

“…”

Cristiano took a deep breath and wiped his face, just one step away.

Atletico's head coach was already cheering on the sidelines, encouraging the fans to celebrate the victory, which was also a disguised way of ridiculing and putting pressure on Real Madrid.

With only three minutes of injury time left in the game, the Champions League was almost in their pocket.

Atletico Madrid fans on the field set off fireworks and flaming sticks to celebrate, and the Atletico Madrid stands looked like a sea of ​​fire.

"In the 92nd minute, Real Madrid won a corner kick. This is very likely to be Real Madrid's last attack..."

The camera even turned to the players on the bench, all of whom covered their faces nervously and hardly dared to watch any further.

This was the most tense moment of the entire game. Whether it was Atletico Madrid or Real Madrid, everyone held their breath and waited for the result.

"Modric takes a corner!"

The ball drew a smooth curve in the air.

Ramos suddenly accelerated and jumped from behind, and hit the ball heavily with a header!

"The ball went into the net!!! 92 minutes and 48 seconds!!! Real Madrid's defender equalized the score!!! The game was dragged into overtime!!"

Cristiano rushed into the net and picked up the ball, but the next second he was pulled to the sidelines by his teammates. Ramos was so excited that he almost jumped over the billboard. He roared and pointed to the team logo on his chest, proud like a golden lion.

Ramos turned around and saw Cristiano in the crowd. He happily walked through the crowd and put his arm around the Portuguese's shoulders. He was like a child who couldn't wait to show off to his parents. He said happily: "We still have overtime to play! Chris! Just like you said! I feel like we are in great shape now. We can win five consecutive championships!"

Cristiano laughed.

Then Ramos turned to Modric and gave the little Croatian a big hug: "Great Luka!"

Cristiano saw Ramos busy running around and high-fiving everyone, and he grinned in amusement. He was also very happy, but they still had overtime to go and they still had a tough battle to fight.

The break was short, and Cristiano saw Kaka still in the celebrating crowd, happily surrounded by Marcelo and others. He smiled, turned around and slowly walked into the player tunnel alone. He had to go back to catch his breath and then find the team doctor to get more dosage.

Kaka quickly noticed Cristiano, he immediately broke away from the crowd quickly, and then strode after Cristiano.

"Cris!" He didn't care about anything else and put his hands on Cristiano's waist. Then the next second, he felt his lover put most of his weight on him and let out a slight hum.

He immediately helped Cristiano back to the locker room.

The team doctor was busy changing the medicine for Cristiano. Benzema and Varane, two careful Frenchmen, noticed the situation in the player tunnel and immediately returned to the locker room.

Cristiano lowered his head and leaned it against Kaka's forehead. He was breathing heavily and pursed his lips tightly because of the pain. His fingers even wrinkled the leather cushion of the bench under him.

Kaka carefully stroked Cristiano's leg. He didn't know what to say or what to do. Even because the team doctor was right next to him, he couldn't even give the player a kiss to comfort him.

Benzema and his men quickly came over: "What's going on? Is the situation not good?"

"Change the medicine." Cristiano breathed softly, then he exhaled and grinned, "It's okay, there are still 30 minutes left, it's nothing we can't hold on for."

"Cristiano..." Benzema frowned in disapproval. He bent down, then carefully rubbed his thumb over the place where Cristiano had the elastic bandage, and rubbed it repeatedly.

He noticed Kaka's gaze and then put his hand down again.

“Will this have any impact in the future?”

Varane asked from the side.

"Of course not," Cristiano replied.

"I'm not asking you, Chris." The tall Frenchman calmly and lowly retorted to Cristiano, his eyes looking at the team doctor.

"I don't think so. As long as Mr. Ronaldo recovers well over time and doesn't overuse himself, there won't be any problems." The team doctor said quickly.

Cristiano looked at Varane and laughed: "Listen, I said the same thing, Varane."

"..." The Frenchman rolled his eyes speechlessly and called him Varane again, even though he was calling him Rafael before. This was obviously intentional, so childish.

Before long, the locker room became more lively and everyone else came back.

When Ramos saw Cristiano changing his bandages, he immediately walked over quickly.

"Hey, the hero of 9248, you're back!" Cristiano joked with him.

"How's your leg?" Ramos patted Cristiano on the forehead. He ignored the other's joke and stared directly at the leg that was too thin under the white socks. Now the wheat-colored thigh was wrapped in an off-white bandage.

He pursed his lips heavily, damn Atletico Madrid.

"That's great, the overtime is enough for you to fight those bed sheet soldiers." Cristiano said.

Kaka shook his head helplessly.

He carefully put his hands together and used the warmth of his palms to warm the other's leg, which was a little cold under the bandage. He knew that it was not pleasant to be bandaged. He lowered his voice and said to Cristiano: "After the game, you go to the hospital obediently."

"Roger that, sir," Cristiano joked.

Ramos clicked his tongue when he heard the Portuguese's frivolous answer.

He glanced at Kaka. The good guy Kaka never said anything to Cristiano and almost always followed Chris unconditionally. He didn't expect the other party to say anything now.

He glanced at Cristiano again. He was the only one who could say something, he thought, and then he flicked the Portuguese on the forehead with his fingers. "Serious Chris, we are all worried about you."

Cristiano rubbed his forehead. It didn't hurt, but he snorted, looked up at Ramos, raised one thin eyebrow high, and curled the corner of his mouth: "I know sese, I'm serious too."

He looked towards Ramos, his face slightly tilted up so that the light from the overhead light seemed to cast a light, fluffy halo over his face. He looked extremely serious, as if he was promising something.

"I'm more than capable of handling the rest of the game. We're going to win, sese, you heard me, we're going to win."