Chapter 263

Kaka's expression when he left the field after the game was recorded by the camera. Apart from the dramatic penalty of Cristiano's two yellow cards turning into one red card, the most news was about Kaka -

#Kaka was unhappy with being substituted midway through the match and left the field with a livid face#

#Kaka left the field first, suspected to be looking for Ronaldo#

#Ancenotti, Kaka rift? ! There was no communication between the two after the game#

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Kaka looked at the words in black and white and found that not a single word was consistent with the facts. He felt angry and amused at the same time.

He felt the same way Cristiano always felt.

He and Carlo had no communication after the game simply because Carlo was busy dealing with the media and he needed to rush back to see Cristiano.

——After being sent off with a red card. He could almost imagine Cristiano sitting on the bench in the locker room, burying his head in his jersey and crying secretly.

What's more, if these media looked at other people more, they would find that their expressions would not be much better.

Referee injustice and favoritism exist in every league. As players, they should have been accustomed to it, but the fact is that these injustices always make athletes angry.

The Football Association announced the punishment for Cristiano. In addition to the one-match suspension due to two yellow cards turning into a red card, the suspension was extended to five games because Cristiano pushed the referee on the field and was dissatisfied with the penalty.

As soon as this penalty was announced, it immediately caused a riot throughout Real Madrid. Five game ban! Even the rules of the game in La Liga mean that these five-game bans will not be limited to league and cup matches, and they will have the knockout rounds of the Copa del Rey afterwards.

Florentino and Ancelotti first appealed to the Football Association. The second yellow card was already unreasonable, not to mention the subsequent additional suspension!

Cristiano sat on the sofa at home in frustration. He knew how stubborn and unreasonable those old men in the Football Association were. He knew that the additional suspension was a foregone conclusion.

Kaka went to the training base, while Cristiano stayed in the villa. He didn't want to go anywhere, nor did he want to accept the comfort of his teammates after the announcement of the five-game suspension. He just wanted to be alone for a while.

Both little ones went to kindergarten, and the housekeeper Emma usually reduced her presence to a minimum, as if Cristiano was the only one in the whole villa.

The Portuguese piled all of Junior and Luca's stuffed toys around him, and he himself was wearing the Goofy dog-style pajamas, which the two children had taken a fancy to and clamored to buy, which were also furry, and a hoodie with a hood.

He pulled his hoodie up over his head and curled up on the sofa filled with stuffed animals, almost blending in with them.

He looked like a big dog with his ears drooping.

Cristiano buried his face in his plush clothes sadly.

He hates this.

This has got to be the worst birthday ever.

——It’s only a few days until Cristiano’s birthday. He thought to himself and pursed his lips heavily.

The news of Cristiano's additional suspension almost set off the entire social network, especially his fans. Those huge numbers of fans seemed to have started a protracted war on the Internet.

Not long after, another Portuguese who once coached Real Madrid pushed this topic to the forefront again:

Mourinho, who is far away in England, was once again asked about Cristiano - this is not the first time he has been asked this season. In fact, I am afraid that anyone who has worked with Cristiano, whether in the present tense or in the past tense, will always be asked "Cristiano", like it is a traffic center -

Mourinho is not a good-tempered person, but he is definitely not a madman in the eyes of outsiders. He just doesn't want to indulge in things that he doesn't like, and he is also very sure that he doesn't want to go back to that hellhole of Spain at all.

He looked at the reporter who asked the question and said: "In Spain, I said that it is always difficult for Barcelona's opponents to win and they can always get more help. I will not change this sentence. The accusations against Cristiano obviously confirm my statement. On the other hand, I would rather you ask me questions about the current team."

As Mourinho's words quickly spread online, they were repeatedly dissected by fans, who also dug up his remarks from the previous two seasons.

And that very evening, an anonymous report of evidence of referee bribery suddenly spread wildly on the Internet, almost confirming that the referee of the previous game accepted a bribe from Barcelona.

Such a reversal caught everyone off guard, even Cristiano had never expected it.

Only his lover seemed not surprised at all and remained calm.

"Kaka?" Cristiano took a breath lightly. They all knew that Barcelona had some deals, but they never had any evidence.

What Cristiano didn't know was that in the time since he left, Mendes had obtained enough information and evidence to cast dust and question marks over all the championships Barcelona had won since 2001, but these seemed insignificant. At least in Kaka's eyes, all this came too late.

Kaka reached his hand into Cristiano's warm plush pajama hoodie, he rubbed the soft curly hair on the back of Cristiano's head, looked into Cristiano's surprised eyes and smiled: "No, not me, I don't have that much ability, Cris."

He finished speaking, and before Cristiano could react, he added: "I just reminded Jorge the direction he should pay attention to. He is a very active agent with a better sense of smell than a shark."

Cristiano's eyes widened and he took a deep breath. He had never expected Mendes to be involved here.

"Don't worry, Chris, I'm not stupid enough to expose myself. You know, more than one team has fallen into the hands of Barcelona, ​​and not just in Spain." Mendes came to Cristiano's villa. He looked at the Portuguese in front of him with amusement as he had an incredible look on his face.

He raised his eyebrows. Was it such an incredible thing that he caught these little tails? He was cautious enough not to say a word about this matter over the phone, especially after he knew how unreliable the phone was.

"Of course, I have to admit that Kaka did remind me of the details that I had overlooked. This is very important, otherwise I might not have discovered these things so early." Mendes touched the tip of his nose. He had to admit that the Son of God had a keener observation ability. Perhaps it was the meticulousness and sharpness that came from a top midfielder?

"I know more, more than you can imagine. But I want to use it wisely." Mendes then said to Cristiano, he gave a cunning smile and did not tell Cristiano or Kaka more. For them, the less they knew, the better.

"I think this is a good birthday present?" Mendes looked at Cristiano with a smile. "By the way, what kind of birthday party are you planning to have? Which venue are you going to book? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"...I'm not planning on having a birthday party." Cristiano tilted his face towards Kaka's palm and rubbed it briskly. "You know, this matter doesn't make me feel like doing this."

"This is not like the Cristiano I know." Mendes selectively ignored the little movements between Cristiano and Kaka. He had to make his heart beat in an orderly manner. He rolled his eyes and said, "The Cristiano I know is the one who will continue his birthday party even if he loses the game."

"Losing the game and being banned are two different things, especially a five-match ban," Cristiano stressed, then rolled his eyes.

Mendes laughed, clapped his hands, and said as if it was the final word: "Leave it to me this time, you go and invite the friends you want. I think your ban will be lifted."

As Mendes said, perhaps because of the referee bribery case, or perhaps because of the overwhelming public pressure, the Football Association withdrew its appeal against Cristiano's red card.

"It's unbelievable. I thought it was inevitable. I mean, they are never reasonable." Cristiano still whispered in disbelief after seeing the official announcement. He lay on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. "I thought these five games were inevitable."

Kaka half-raised himself with one arm, and looked at Cristiano. Even in the darkness, he could still clearly see the light in Cristiano's eyes. He smiled slightly and kissed the corner of Cristiano's mouth: "No, Cris, nothing is inevitable. You told me that."

At least this time, he thought, he had achieved some change, and it was meaningful.

He looked into Cristiano's eyes and he was happy that football should be what Cristiano expected, and now they are slowly changing and correcting it.

The birthday party organized by Mendes had a middle-aged style, but there was also a small concert, the kind that young people like. After the meal, Cristiano thought that it could be divided into two sessions. The one before the meal was for closer family members, and the one after the meal, he invited some close friends.

At the dinner table, Mendes, under the influence of alcohol, walked to Cristiano's side. He was still wearing the outfit of an agent, a fine suit, while Cristiano liked to wear a more comfortable shirt.

He bent his eyes and looked at Cristiano. He still remembered that ten years ago, the very young Madeira boy stood in front of him without hesitation, and they reached a cooperation that Mendes now found incredible.

And now, he looked at the shining superstar in front of him, as if the immature face from ten years ago was still overlapping in front of him.

He almost watched Cristiano grow up. He knows better than anyone else the efforts and difficulties Cristiano faced, and knows that his success is by no means luck or accidental.

Cristiano has the love of many, many people, he deserves it, and he is just one of these many, many people, maybe not that special, but in his heart, he is unique.

"I don't need to say too much on this occasion because he understands everything," Mendes said, looking at Cristiano with a smile on his face. "I fight for him every day, and I feel proud to fight for you every day."

Cristiano stood up and put his arm around Mendes' shoulders with a smile. He was sure that his agent had drunk a little too much today: "Jorge..."

"Listen to me, Chris, I firmly believe that you are worth it, no matter how much I pay for you, it is worth it, understand Chris?" Mendes interrupted the Portuguese, facing everyone at the table, emphasizing, "He is the best player in the world, everyone will agree with this, no one in the world can ignore him, he is the best athlete in the world."

Cristiano lowered his head and laughed quietly.

Mendes deals with the media every day, and he is the one who can most fully feel the malice of some of the media. There are always people who want to erase the Portuguese's talent and excellence, and he is fighting against these people. Before this day, he had just won a victory, which made him proud.

Mendes waved dramatically beside Cristiano, as if nothing could express his excitement. He said loudly: "I am proud to be able to stand next to such great people because this is an incredible achievement."

After he finished speaking, his family and friends in the audience cheered for Mendes' speech. Cristiano hugged Mendes tightly amid the applause. He whispered, "Thank you, Jorge. Me too."

"You're like a brother to me and a father to me. You're my family, understand? That's never going to change, no matter what." He whispered. They might have some disagreements in the future, but Jorge would always be different.

"Of course, you will always be the most special person in my heart. If your father was not here, I would say that you are like my special son, but I don't want to be glared at by Dinis, so I take it back." Mendes laughed and patted Cristiano on the shoulder and joked.

Cristiano laughed and looked at his father at the dinner table. His father shook his head helplessly with a healthy rosy face. There was a glass of sparkling water in front of him. Alcohol had been completely expelled from Ronaldo's house.

He took a deep breath, and more relaxation and comfort rushed into his body like a swarm of bees, making him feel extremely comfortable.

Everything he wanted was here. Cristiano thought about it, curled up his lips, and suddenly became excited, raising his arms happily: "I'll sing a song for you!"

"What?" Hugo's eyes widened. His brother looked frightened, and then he was hit hard by Dolores, Denis, and his two sisters.

"I mean, what song?" Hugo swallowed hard and reorganized his words.

"What do you want to hear? I can let you order." Cristiano squinted his eyes and smiled happily, looking very easy to talk to.

Hugo: “…” This is even worse.