[Football] The Beautiful Legend of Portugal Belongs to the Son of God

C·Ronaldo, the well-deserved king of the Bernabéu, abruptly ended his legendary life on the roaring stadium.

Just like himself, he came out of nowhere, unbelievably surpassing everyone and ...

Chapter 294

Chapter 294

Countless commentators were broadcasting the game live at a rapid speed at this moment.

"In the first round of the Premier League, the Manchester United Red Devils led by Ferguson will face the defending champions of last season's Premier League, Chelsea, coached by Mourinho! This game will not be easy for Manchester United!"

"I have to say, this match is a hodgepodge of familiar faces! Cristiano Ronaldo, old Red Devils friends, Chelsea coach Mourinho... I wonder how Mourinho feels about facing a coach who he once praised so much becoming his opponent again?"

At this moment, another Portuguese who was called a "madman" by Florentino was staying in the coaching area on the sidelines. Mourinho squinted his eyes and looked at Cristiano running on the field.

Of course he knew that he had to face Cristiano. In fact, he was very happy. As he once said, a league needs high-level players and coaches to develop better. Cristiano's joining was like revitalizing a lifeless lake.

But he somewhat hopes that Cristiano doesn't have to perform at such a high level when facing his team.

Kaka felt the intensity of the Premier League's confrontation from the very beginning of the game. When Chelsea's central defender got the ball behind his back, a small, not-so-obvious movement could immediately make Kaka curl up in pain.

But this is not a foul, it is just enough to make the players feel fear and timidity of pain, like a threatening warning.

Kaka took a breath after being hit, he stopped, bent down and rubbed his legs, and the referee blew a timeout whistle immediately afterwards.

Soon, Cristiano ran over and complained to the referee. Chelsea players immediately surrounded him, and then Ferdinand, Giggs and others quickly rushed up to support him - the fighting escalated visibly - and by the way, they pulled Cristiano out from the center position.

As Ferdinand dragged the Portuguese player's jersey back out of the center of the battle, he couldn't help thinking how nostalgic this was and how his movements were not rusty at all, which was great.

Mourinho watched expressionlessly on the sidelines, especially frowning. He really didn't want to be forced to recall those years when he was in Real Madrid - so-and-so was kicked over, so-and-so rushed up, and so-and-so was carried out by so-and-so.

Um.

Ramos and Pepe have learned from Ferdinand and others, right?

The entire first half of the game was coming to an end, and the linesman gave three minutes of injury time. The two teams held each other back, and even though they each had several chances to shoot, neither side was able to break through the opponent's goalkeeper's defense.

Cristiano was completely blocked by the man-marking tactics formulated by Mourinho. Throughout the entire first half, he was almost only involved in a few passes and assists on the wing, or he was directly brought down. It was impossible for him to get close to the penalty area, which made him purse his lips in frustration, and the fans behind him booed Chelsea in dissatisfaction.

Arthur was also dejected. He wanted to pass the ball to Cristiano, but every time he tried to pass the ball to Cristiano, the angle and route were always blocked. Even if he forced his way through, the ball would be intercepted, so he dared not act rashly again.

In the 46th minute, Kaka took the ball in the middle and passed it directly to Rooney near the penalty area.

Rooney made a slight adjustment and shot directly from outside the penalty area!

The angle of the ball was perfect, and the goalkeeper guessed it and made a direct dive for it, but he didn't expect the ball to bounce out of the opponent's arms.

One second, or two seconds!

In just a breath, the black and white ball suddenly rotated several directions in front of Chelsea's goal, and then suddenly hit the net!

The whole Old Trafford suddenly became noisy and boiling!

"The goalkeeper lost his grip!!"

"A push shot!! Guess who's there--!!!"①

Cristiano suddenly moved forward, and when the goalkeeper flew to this side to block, he lightly pushed the ball into the net!

"Close your eyes, as if he had never left!"①

"Before anyone could react, Cristiano had already taken the lead in speeding forward, and when the ball rolled over, he beat the goalkeeper and shot the ball into the net!"

"No offside! Top shooter awareness! Cristiano always appears where he is needed!"

After Rooney shot, Cristiano made a forward run from the middle. When no one thought of making up for the position, only the Portuguese had this awareness and scored the ball into the goal.

Cristiano ran towards the fans in the stands in surprise, his arms open as if to embrace the cheers and celebrations, then he jumped high, turned around, and did his signature celebration move, and the entire stands roared in response, as if it was a Viking war cry that stirred up people's fighting spirit and blood.

Ferguson's face flushed with joy on the sidelines, he clapped loudly, then turned around and sat back in his seat with satisfaction.

Ferdinand, Giggs and others rushed up quickly and pounced on Cristiano, slapping his cheeks with their hands. In a few slaps, the Portuguese's face turned red.

Kaka blocked a few times and finally ran away. He rubbed the soft flesh on Cristiano's face and laughed softly: "They really didn't hold back any strength at all."

Cristiano grinned, not caring at all.

After the half-time break, they returned to the field and switched sides.

Chelsea scored a goal shortly after the start of the second half to equalize the score.

"Chelsea's midfielder intercepted Manchester United's pass and launched a counterattack. This should be a very classic counterattack goal! Very beautiful! The Blues are 1-1 with the Red Devils!"

The suspense of the game returned to the beginning.

The Red Devils had a tough time facing the champion team Chelsea.

"The Blues scored a goal away at Old Trafford! The Portuguese looked back at the direction of the goal, his expression seemed to say that this is not over yet, his determination to fight is determined!" the commentator said loudly.

The ball returned to the midfield. Chelsea was not satisfied with the equalizer and was looking for the next opportunity to break through.

Arthur rushed forward quickly, pushed Chelsea players away with his back and quickly got the ball. He did not linger with the ball, and after seeing Cristiano's position, he made a long pass!

"This is Manchester United's new midfielder! He takes the ball with physical confrontation and passes it to Cristiano!"

"There's an opening! Cristiano takes the ball and accelerates into the penalty area!"

"Someone is blocking the way. Cristiano fakes and tricks the opponent's defender! Stop the ball again——"

"Chelsea knew Cristiano was going to shoot, and two defenders stepped forward to block him. Cristiano tried to shoot from a small angle but failed to penetrate and hit the defender!"

The ball bounced back from the player. Cristiano quickly jumped up with his back, stopped the ball with his knee, and immediately passed the ball back to Alan.

"Cristiano grabbed the ball and passed it out, the ball is still in Manchester United's hands!"

Alan glanced at the penalty area and did not give Chelsea a chance to adjust. He immediately kicked another high ball in front of the goal!

In front of the goal, Rooney also accelerated forward, just like the Portuguese did in the first half, but the ball was kicked out by the goalkeeper in time, and Rooney was a step slower and collided with the goalkeeper.

The two men fell to the ground at the same time and lay there in a daze for a while. They only got up after being treated by the team doctor.

The commentator took a deep breath when he saw this: "Hiss - this hurts a little. If Rooney had been one or two seconds faster, the ball might have gone in. It was still a little short..."

Chelsea returned to midfield to reorganize the attack.

The ball returned to Manchester United's frontcourt again, and the threat and pressure were again given to the Red Devils.

Kaka pressed forward decisively. The Chelsea player who had the ball was about to dribble away, but Kaka pressed forward and the ball bounced off his feet. The Blues striker who hit Kaka was bounced back by the force of the collision and fell to the ground.

Kaka did not commit any fouls, so the referee did not blow the whistle for a timeout and the game continued.

Vidic accelerated two steps to grab the ball, then kicked it away. He glanced at the Chelsea striker who was knocked to the ground by Kaka, then looked at the broad-shouldered and broad-backed Brazilian, and grinned.

Manchester United's counterattack began.

Midfielder Giggs stopped the ball and passed it back to Ferdinand, who then changed sides and passed it to Arthur.

Arthur quickly dribbled the ball through the midfield. At the same time, the fans in the stands saw Cristiano also accelerating at the same time!

The fans in the stadium couldn't help but stare at the field excitedly.

Chelsea's defense line retreated, and the defensive players all stared at Arthur and Cristiano.

Arthur dribbled the ball very quickly, and just when all the players were on guard against Arthur passing the ball to Cristiano, the opponent suddenly passed the ball to Kaka behind him with his heel.

"Arthur passed the ball to Kaka with his heel! This play was very much in the style of Cristiano back then!"

"This young Manchester United midfielder once said during his youth training that his idol was the Red Devils' No. 7 Cristiano Ronaldo. Now, it is really exciting to be on the same stage with his childhood idol!"

"Now this young midfielder is also performing very well!"

"Let's see how Kaka handles it! Kaka doesn't slow down after getting the ball, and Cristiano is just as fast. He passes the ball directly to Cristiano's feet!"

"Chelsea's defenders pressed forward! But they couldn't keep up with Cristiano's rhythm at all!"

Cristiano took the ball without stopping, and after accelerating forward twice, he shot diagonally outside the penalty area!

"GOAL!! It's Cristiano Ronaldo again!!"

"The entire Theatre of Dreams was immersed in a dreamlike ecstasy!! Their hero stepped on lightning, tore through the Blues' defense, broke through the goalkeeper's fingers, and helped Manchester United overtake the score!"

"Look at the replay of the goal. Chelsea didn't even have time to stretch their legs to block it. The players even pushed Cristiano from behind with their hands! But the Portuguese still kept his balance and launched the ball into the net like a rocket!"

Cristiano's two goals brought the climax of the whole game back to himself, as if he was born to be the focus of the camera.

And this is not the end.

Arthur's ability to break through in the midfield also made Chelsea realize that they had to step up their defenses. When the young man took the ball and pressed forward again, Chelsea committed a tactical foul and stopped Arthur not far from the center circle.

Arthur sat on the grass with his legs hugged and a grin on his face. He looked up at the two players who were arguing with each other. Cristiano and Kaka were also running over from the front.

Cristiano squatted down and looked at Arthur who was being treated by the team doctor. He knew that there was nothing wrong with Arthur, so he rubbed the young man's head, which was full of hairspray, and patted him encouragingly.

It's just that the Portuguese player's hands were covered with hairspray and he secretly rubbed them on Kaka's jersey next to him.

Tsk, he has to remind the kid to use less hairspray next time.

Kaka whispered to Arthur: "Are you okay? Do you want the boss to change people? You have performed very well."

Arthur immediately shook his head when he heard that. He didn't want that. He wanted to participate in Cristiano's entire debut.

"I'm fine, I'll be fine in a while," he said.

The referee gave a yellow card and a free kick in the frontcourt.

The free kick at this position is very far from the goal, about forty yards away. Normally, players will cooperate with the kick-off to organize the attack, which is a relatively safe "tactical foul distance".

But when Cristiano stood at the penalty spot, no one thought so.

The commentator slammed the table in surprise and disbelief and shouted: "Cristiano Ronaldo is standing in front of the penalty spot! He is stepping back step by step to increase the distance of the run-up, as if he is measuring something! Is he going to shoot directly? "

"This distance is very far even for Cristiano! But considering that the Portuguese has many long-distance direct shots in his free kick record, let's wait and see!"

Cristiano exhaled lightly. He left enough distance for a run-up. The position was far away, but the angle was good and worth a try.

Arthur was so nervous and excited that he was almost shaking, and Giggs at the side stretched out his hand to suppress his voice in disgust: "What's the matter? You are more excited than the person taking the penalty kick."

"Don't slack off and stay focused." Alan warned in a low voice.

Arthur nodded, swallowed hard, and stared in the direction of Cristiano.

As the referee blew the whistle, Cristiano took a run-up.

The moment his supporting foot stepped on the grass, the ball was shaken by the huge force and bounced slightly on the spot!

Shoot! !

The ball shot straight into the goal like a rocket! Arthur subconsciously turned his head to look, but the ball was going so fast that he could hardly see its trajectory, and he couldn't even catch how the ball entered the net. He only saw the entire audience in the stands behind them suddenly stand up and burst into amazing cheers!

He knew the ball went in!

"Cristiano Ronaldo cuts the air with his signature long-range tomahawk free kick! Falling rapidly! The goalkeeper is caught off guard!! Another goal for Manchester United!!"

"Forty yards away!! This is Cristiano Ronaldo today!! He can fire anywhere in the frontcourt!!"

"The kid from Dream Theater traveled far away, and now he returns with the mature, perfected No. 7!"

Valdes jumped up excitedly in front of Manchester United's goal, clapping his hands and shouting. God knows how much trouble this guy caused him when he was in Real Madrid, but now, when Cristiano is on their side, it's really cool!

——To be honest, when he transferred from Barcelona to Manchester United, he never thought that this day would come!

Manchester United won the valuable three points in the first round of the Premier League with a score of 3 to 1! A good start!

Cristiano's hat-trick made people in England and even the whole world who were watching the game extremely excited.

Of course, there are also those who are not happy to see this result, such as the Blues and Florentino.

But no matter what, the fans at Old Trafford enjoyed an extremely enjoyable game tonight.

When the game was over, the big screen on the field swept towards the stands. Cristiano saw on the screen that countless fans were so excited that they were choking with tears. When the camera came towards them, they held up banners with his name on them and sang "Viva Ronaldo".

Over and over again, even during the post-match interviews - more than an hour after the game ended - all the players could still hear the fans in the stands singing it loudly on repeat.

Manchester United's post-match interview was extremely cheerful and lively because of this big victory. Cristiano looked at the microphone in front of him. The reporter interviewing him even looked more excited and happy than him, with his whole face flushed.

Obviously, this is also a fan, but he is also a lucky guy because he is also a sports reporter.

"Cristiano, you scored three goals in your comeback match. It can't be better than this." The reporter's eyes lit up.

Cristiano smiled and nodded, "Yes, I only hoped I could score one goal, but I didn't expect to score three. I am very happy that there are so many fans here. Their enthusiasm is very important to me and the team."②

"I am very happy that I scored a goal. I don't deny it, but the most important thing is that the team won. The team played steadily and always at a high level. We played calmly and intelligently. I am proud of this team..."

He was speaking like a calm captain, but before he could finish, a big hand came over and messed up his hair, interrupting the Portuguese's mature speech.

Ferdinand and his friends came over happily and took the microphone: "Guys, I've already thought of the headlines you should write when you go back - 'Red Devils No.7 scores three goals and announces his return to the Theatre of Dreams', 'Dream Goal, CR7's Top Ten Free Kicks Refreshed'..."

Ferdinand completely disrupted the very mature and steady interview style here, and in an instant everything went back to the young Red Devils seven or eight years ago.

Cristiano felt that he didn't need to say anything more and just stood by and acted as a nice smiling mascot.

He thought so.

A few steps away from Cristiano, on the other side, young midfielder Arthur was also being interviewed.

A burst of shouting attracted all the attention of the interviewers here, and even Cristiano couldn't help but glance over there.

Arthur danced with excitement while holding the microphone: "When I saw Cristiano score that free kick, my first reaction was to hold my head with both hands! This goal was perfect! And this was Chris' third goal! I have never seen him complete a hat trick with my own eyes! I mean, I was on the field, as a player! With my own eyes!"

He raised his chin, looking smug, as if he was the one who had scored a hat trick: "I'm afraid today is another sad day for those people who hate Chris?"

Rooney opened his mouth and closed it next to Arthur, looking to the side as if asking "someone come save me" - God, Ferguson asked him to keep an eye on the side and not let the young man talk nonsense and annoy the opposing players, but now it seems that Arthur's attack power is not something that his shield can withstand.

He might as well just run away and not drag him down with you.

Kaka was also interviewed nearby.

"Kaka! This is your first game in the Premier League. How do you feel? You got an assist in your first game, which is very good. It seems that you are adapting well."

Kaka nodded and smiled: "This is a very competitive league. I feel a very good football atmosphere. I am very happy to have completed an assist in this game. I think this is the meaning of my coming here, to help the team score goals, win games and achieve better results."

"You and Cristiano's connection is still so smooth and tacit! How is your relationship in private? We all know that you have always been roommates in Madrid!"

"Just like what you see, what do you think?" Kaka still smiled and threw the question to the reporter again.

The reporter saw Cristiano just finishing his interview and walking towards this side, and immediately asked loudly: "So Cristiano! What is your relationship with Kaka in private?"

Kaka raised his eyebrows, what a persistent reporter.

Cristiano strode over and laughed brilliantly. He walked straight to Kaka, hugged Kaka and kissed Kaka's cheek openly, then turned to the reporter: "What do you see? Haha! Don't be so boring, man, it's obvious!"

It seemed like he answered, but it also seemed like he said nothing. The reporter looked at the Portuguese helplessly and muttered, "So, what is your relationship with Buffon?"

The Portuguese even kissed Buffon!

"So what did he say?" Cristiano blinked.

reporter:"……"

Kaka was amused, but these reporters had no way to deal with Cristiano.

Cristiano winked at Kaka, then took Kaka and walked around the reporters and headed straight for the team bus.

Giggs, Ferdinand and Rooney, who were watching from the sidelines, all opened their mouths slightly, fearing that these sharp-eyed tabloid reporters who loved to make up stories would discover something. But now, they just looked at each other and no one said a word.

The Portuguese people's frank and open attitude made it difficult for these reporters to write anything and they couldn't think of which direction to go. Instead, the Dutch people were always pulled out for discussion - even now, British tabloids still think that there was some story between Cristiano and Van Nistelrooy.

Rooney snorted softly at the side: "...Hey, are these two guys here to date at public expense?"

Ferdinand slapped Rooney's increasingly bald head.

The players finally finished their post-match interviews and returned to the bus, but Ferguson, as the head coach, was still giving his final interview.

But he was obviously content with it, and the victorious Red Devils seemed particularly easy to talk to.

"How good does it feel to see Cristiano Ronaldo return to Manchester United?" The reporter obviously knew Ferguson, and he handed the microphone to Ferguson, knowing that the other party would not refuse this question.

Sure enough, Ferguson's eyes lit up slightly, and he shook his head and smiled slightly: "Oh, that's great, great."

"So what do you think he can bring to the team..." the reporter asked again, but Ferguson obviously hadn't finished speaking yet, and the Scotsman interrupted his question directly.

He looked at the reporter, full of energy: "You know, this game, I was there watching him running, passing, scoring goals at the Theatre of Dreams, it was like seeing Caesar return to Rome, I came, I saw, I conquered. It was wonderful."

"When he first joined Manchester United, he was just a child, but he grew up very fast. He kept attacking the defenders and the defense. He was born with a strong desire to become stronger and was willing to pay any price to become the best player."

“And now, he is, he did it.”

The Scots gave it high praise.

Caesar returns. This is the kings of Old Trafford recognising their new king.

The next day, all the major media tabloids in England were filled with news about Cristiano's Manchester United debut. Children wearing Manchester United's No. 7 jerseys could be seen running around the streets like the wind, singing "Viva Ronaldo".

It's like the Cristiano effect.

Manchester United is injected with the ancient and pure Red Devils blood.

This once glorious and brilliant giant is now surging with a warm and vibrant atmosphere again. With the return of Cristiano and Ferguson's iron-fisted rule, all fans firmly believe that they are on the right path to revival.

And Cristiano Ronaldo, wearing the red number seven jersey, will become their new king.

Perhaps one day he will embark on another expedition, and it will be another long and legendary journey.